Status: Just the beginning.
A Smile a Day Keeps Insanity at Bay
4 It's Been a While.
Current age: 22
Cross legged, in a cell, smiling wide , bored as hell.
Oh the joys of Gothams' police department.
No, I didn't get sloppy or predictable. I just decided to change things up.
The past few months have been fun,yes. But robbing banks, ripping off mob dealers, and kidnapping gets old. Real fast. And also never getting caught in the process WAY to easy.
I wanted some shaking up.
So... I turned my self in.
And here I am.
Cross legged, smiling wide, humming, and still bored as hell.
Maybe I should blow this popsicle stand.
A giggle erupts from my throat.
Just the thought of an explosion makes me all giddy inside.
Papers and broken glass everywhere. Bodies, charred and bloody. Smell of smoke and burning flesh clinging to every nook and cranny. Small flames still flickering.
Walls crumb-
"It's your time ,Lollipop."
I glare in the direction of the voice.
The man flinches.
"It's KandyKane" I sneer still keeping the grin on my scarred face.
I stretch, straighten my suit out, dust off any imaginary dirt and skip over to the man. Giggling in the process.
I raise my hands up to him, knowing he's gonna cuff me.
The cold metal meets my bare wrists, the chain clinking together as he leads me.
He's shaking.
This turns my grin into a simple smirk.
Pansy, you have about a foot on me plus about one hundred pounds. And your scared of a little ol' me? Damn, I must be intimidating.
"So. Uh.. Where ya takin' me?" I ask the man.
He doesn't answer.
Whatever
***
So again, I am cross legged, but this time giggling, yet still bored as hell.
What bloody joy.
I cease my giggling.
Part my plump lips, suck in as much air as my little lungs can hold.
And start...
screaming
About seven men, full suit and everything come crashing in. Guns drawn, pointed strait at me.
Laughter is the only thing that comes from me now.
"Well the got you attention!"
I laugh and laugh until.
"SHUT UP!"
I tilt my head.
" Oh, you're really gonna regret that one. Really regret that one for sure."
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Cloths:
only red and white striped.
only collar isn't rounded its straight. skin tight
skin tight & shorter.
only vertical red and white stripes. collar and trim is black. tails much longer & ends of tails are sharp not round.
Cross legged, in a cell, smiling wide , bored as hell.
Oh the joys of Gothams' police department.
No, I didn't get sloppy or predictable. I just decided to change things up.
The past few months have been fun,yes. But robbing banks, ripping off mob dealers, and kidnapping gets old. Real fast. And also never getting caught in the process WAY to easy.
I wanted some shaking up.
So... I turned my self in.
And here I am.
Cross legged, smiling wide, humming, and still bored as hell.
Maybe I should blow this popsicle stand.
A giggle erupts from my throat.
Just the thought of an explosion makes me all giddy inside.
Papers and broken glass everywhere. Bodies, charred and bloody. Smell of smoke and burning flesh clinging to every nook and cranny. Small flames still flickering.
Walls crumb-
"It's your time ,Lollipop."
I glare in the direction of the voice.
The man flinches.
"It's KandyKane" I sneer still keeping the grin on my scarred face.
I stretch, straighten my suit out, dust off any imaginary dirt and skip over to the man. Giggling in the process.
I raise my hands up to him, knowing he's gonna cuff me.
The cold metal meets my bare wrists, the chain clinking together as he leads me.
He's shaking.
This turns my grin into a simple smirk.
Pansy, you have about a foot on me plus about one hundred pounds. And your scared of a little ol' me? Damn, I must be intimidating.
"So. Uh.. Where ya takin' me?" I ask the man.
He doesn't answer.
Whatever
***
So again, I am cross legged, but this time giggling, yet still bored as hell.
What bloody joy.
I cease my giggling.
Part my plump lips, suck in as much air as my little lungs can hold.
And start...
screaming
About seven men, full suit and everything come crashing in. Guns drawn, pointed strait at me.
Laughter is the only thing that comes from me now.
"Well the got you attention!"
I laugh and laugh until.
"SHUT UP!"
I tilt my head.
" Oh, you're really gonna regret that one. Really regret that one for sure."
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Cloths:
only red and white striped.
only collar isn't rounded its straight. skin tight
skin tight & shorter.
only vertical red and white stripes. collar and trim is black. tails much longer & ends of tails are sharp not round.