Empty
Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 6:44 pm
The Back Alley was empty. It certainly was not unusual for a mall - there was never anyone back here. No one would ever want to hang out in a dingy place like this when there was floors and floors of stores to go crawl around. Maybe this is why people would prefer to do shady things back here.
Kitty Gittschall (anyone who dared to call her Kit would risk getting a black eye) did not like the Back Alley. It made her nervous. True it was the middle of the afternoon during the summer and no serial rapist would attack someone at this time of day but Kitty got the chills anyway. The world was filled with ALOT of bad people and she certainly did not want to get caught up in the middle of them.
She looked around the Alley for another moment before letting out a sigh. No one was around, thank god. She seriously did not want anyone else around, especially here, ESPECIALLY now. Kitty went to go find a place for her to lay up against - a wall perhaps. There was some open space next to a green dumpster so that would definitely work for right now. Kitty turned around and looked to make sure no one was around.
Kitty took out a cigarette (Newports - they weren't that great but it wasn't like she would give a shit, it was a cigarette) and lit it up. Her eyes studied it for a moment, watching the smoke rising up from the tip. Personally she liked to keep her habit a secret, which explained why she was in the back alley of all places. It wasn't that her parents would disaprove. Her parents usually let her do pretty much whatever she wanted on the grounds that it wasn't extremely bad like heavy drugs or killing people. This was why she loved her parents. However if her friends ever found out that she had been smoking behind their backs they would never let her hear the last of it. Kitty wouldn't say that they were't goody two-shoes but when it came to drugs they were against them outright. Frankly she didn't want them bitching to her about how many people second-hand smoking kills a year.
She let the cigarette sit against the corner of her mouth, her lips having a loose grip on it. Kitty left it there for a moment as she pushed her carton back into her pocket. Her back was pressed up against the wall with only one leg holding her up. The heel of the other was pressed flat against the concrete wall. The position she was in made her wobble a little off balance but she didn't pay that much mind. She didn't even care if she lost balance.
Her hands went back up to the cigarette as she took a long, slow drag off of it. She quickly took it out of her mouth and let the smoke out. Kitty coughed loudly, obviously taking in too much smoke than she could handle. Her throat burned as she turned away from the smoke, gasping for air. Clean air was not what she got. She was right next to a dumpster which smelt horrible, but it was all that she could do. Kitty was a lightweight after all. She had just started smoking a few weeks ago, what with exams coming up and the stress building up (not unlike lava building up in a volcano). She certainly didn't mind this pain though. With the burning came a nice, smooth taste and a tingle of pleasure somewhere deep within her.
She finally lifter her head up and cleared the smoke from her eyes. She placed the cigarette back in her mouth and laid up against the wall once more.
Kitty Gittschall (anyone who dared to call her Kit would risk getting a black eye) did not like the Back Alley. It made her nervous. True it was the middle of the afternoon during the summer and no serial rapist would attack someone at this time of day but Kitty got the chills anyway. The world was filled with ALOT of bad people and she certainly did not want to get caught up in the middle of them.
She looked around the Alley for another moment before letting out a sigh. No one was around, thank god. She seriously did not want anyone else around, especially here, ESPECIALLY now. Kitty went to go find a place for her to lay up against - a wall perhaps. There was some open space next to a green dumpster so that would definitely work for right now. Kitty turned around and looked to make sure no one was around.
Kitty took out a cigarette (Newports - they weren't that great but it wasn't like she would give a shit, it was a cigarette) and lit it up. Her eyes studied it for a moment, watching the smoke rising up from the tip. Personally she liked to keep her habit a secret, which explained why she was in the back alley of all places. It wasn't that her parents would disaprove. Her parents usually let her do pretty much whatever she wanted on the grounds that it wasn't extremely bad like heavy drugs or killing people. This was why she loved her parents. However if her friends ever found out that she had been smoking behind their backs they would never let her hear the last of it. Kitty wouldn't say that they were't goody two-shoes but when it came to drugs they were against them outright. Frankly she didn't want them bitching to her about how many people second-hand smoking kills a year.
She let the cigarette sit against the corner of her mouth, her lips having a loose grip on it. Kitty left it there for a moment as she pushed her carton back into her pocket. Her back was pressed up against the wall with only one leg holding her up. The heel of the other was pressed flat against the concrete wall. The position she was in made her wobble a little off balance but she didn't pay that much mind. She didn't even care if she lost balance.
Her hands went back up to the cigarette as she took a long, slow drag off of it. She quickly took it out of her mouth and let the smoke out. Kitty coughed loudly, obviously taking in too much smoke than she could handle. Her throat burned as she turned away from the smoke, gasping for air. Clean air was not what she got. She was right next to a dumpster which smelt horrible, but it was all that she could do. Kitty was a lightweight after all. She had just started smoking a few weeks ago, what with exams coming up and the stress building up (not unlike lava building up in a volcano). She certainly didn't mind this pain though. With the burning came a nice, smooth taste and a tingle of pleasure somewhere deep within her.
She finally lifter her head up and cleared the smoke from her eyes. She placed the cigarette back in her mouth and laid up against the wall once more.