Crashing through the streets, her shoes slapping against the tarmac, she turned quickly into an alley, her black jacket flapping behind her, her purple tie thrown messily across her shoulder. She skidded to a halt, feeling blood beginning to pour onto her lips, a large gash across the bridge of her nose. She spat out some of the blood, a blooded knife held in her own fist in a white-knuckle grip. she saw what she was holding and promptly dropped it, her blue eyes showing fear. She could hear the sounds of crashing feet behind her, and she ran deeper into the alleyway, ducking into another bricked branch that was out of view, and when she heard them crash past, she took a sigh of relief, slowly slipping to the floor, her usually pristine white shirt now splattered with blood.
slowly, she drew her pistol from it's holster on her waist, looking it over. It had delicate vines trailing up the right side of it's barrel, and it's mirrored twin was currently at home, sitting on her table. Slowly, she turned the weapon over in her hands, and she smiled weakly, placing it back in it's holster. "Bogail, they called me. Boss. What am I the boss of now?" She asked the bricks, her blue eyes watching the sky pass overhead. "The boss of gutter rats and mud. That's what." She spoke with a gentle sigh. She ran her hand through her short navy hair, pushing a few strands of it from her face.
slowly, she drew her pistol from it's holster on her waist, looking it over. It had delicate vines trailing up the right side of it's barrel, and it's mirrored twin was currently at home, sitting on her table. Slowly, she turned the weapon over in her hands, and she smiled weakly, placing it back in it's holster. "Bogail, they called me. Boss. What am I the boss of now?" She asked the bricks, her blue eyes watching the sky pass overhead. "The boss of gutter rats and mud. That's what." She spoke with a gentle sigh. She ran her hand through her short navy hair, pushing a few strands of it from her face.