10-08-2018, 10:26 PM
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CIRCE BRAXTON.
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[b]NO MATTER WHERE YOU GO, YOU'LL NEVER HAVE CONTROL. NO ONE MAKES IT OUT ALIVE IN PARADISE.
She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep going like this. It was always the same shit, and yet, the guilt every single time lingered. Despite how much she told herself she didn't care, she did. She did since day one, and she still did to this day. It never got any easier, it only continued to weigh her down. The guilt stacked upon itself, and every single time they pulled another stunt, she was easily reminded of all of the prior faults. Every single time, Circe found herself being eaten away by remorse. She hated the feeling, it made her sick every time, and yet, it was the only way she could keep a roof above her head. The only way to put food on her plate and guaranteed that she would be safe for the night. It was all for survival, and yet she always felt like shit after it all.
The adrenaline though, that was something that kept her going. It was tantalising. While other people got their fix off of sticking needles in their arm or snorting whatever, she got hers through the thrill of it all. The fear motivated her. The weight of the gun in her hands, the anticipation before getting shit down, the time ticking down before they left the building, she loved it all. Even better with a chase, surviving another night always gave her the feeling of invincibility. She got high off of that, the feeling of being [i]in charge, of escaping death or incarceration, whichever came first. But the guilt always hit after, and Circe was always reminded of how bittersweet it all was.
Her fingers trembled as she lit her cigarette, her eyes lingering on the dancing flame for a moment before releasing her finger, tucking the zippo back in her pocket. She takes a short drag, allowing the man before her to finish speaking. Tall, broad shouldered, Circe's known him since high school. Somehow, the two of them found themselves exactly like where they were in high school. Too much free time, not enough cash. It provided a reason to do the shit that they did. Unlike Malcolm, however, Circe always felt bad. She didn't think he felt the same culpability that she did anymore, though.
[b]"Another robbery right? My rent's coming up Mal," She pointed out, her words firm and cutting. They kept on putting it off, the fact that they were broke. Circe couldn't keep playing this game though, not unless she actually benefitted from it. There was no point hurting people for no reason, and yet that was what they'd been doing for the past couple of weeks. And now she was blowing a hole through her pocket.
She kicked the side of his chair at the sight of him rolling his eyes, her own eyes narrowing in frustration. "Yes, chill the fuck out, C. We're makin' money always, don't start gettin' pissy on me."
"You're making money, asshole. I barely have enough cash for Julia to eat, don't talk to me about always making money." The girl beside her was quick to snap back, despite her fingers dancing on her phone. Practically skin and bones, Circe still thought she was pretty. In an emaciated, druggie model kind of way.
Penny was as pale as they came, and stood taller than both Circe and Malcolm. She had long, pin straight black hair, and Circe almost always envied her. At least, until she saw the bruises at the junction of her arms, and remembered the daughter that Penny had waiting on her at home. They all had their problems though, none of them could exactly deny that, but that was what brought them together in the first place.
"Whatever, fuck you, Pen. You guys know the plan: three go in, one waits in the car. Go in, grab the cash, and leave. Nice and easy, unless someone decides to change plans last minute," Malcolm quickly explained, shooting a glare in Penny's direction as she all but scoffed in return.
"You guys were taking so long! And the cops 'round the corner didn't fucking help!"
"You were drugged the fuck up when we got out!"
"Where's Henry?" Circe finally stepped in, there was no point in having an argument before they actually left the building. Stomping out the rest of her cigarette, she grabbed her mask from the counter. It wasn't anything special, just some kind of cheap halloween horror mask from the store a couple years back. It was for the best though, she didn't need the police being able to track some kind of specialty mask that she had custom made or something.
"He bailed after Penny's shit last time. We got someone else comin' soon, I think."
"You think, or you know? I'm not waiting all night for you to be texting Carmen trying to figure out these plans. She never actually helps us does shit, so is this person coming, or not?"
The adrenaline though, that was something that kept her going. It was tantalising. While other people got their fix off of sticking needles in their arm or snorting whatever, she got hers through the thrill of it all. The fear motivated her. The weight of the gun in her hands, the anticipation before getting shit down, the time ticking down before they left the building, she loved it all. Even better with a chase, surviving another night always gave her the feeling of invincibility. She got high off of that, the feeling of being [i]in charge, of escaping death or incarceration, whichever came first. But the guilt always hit after, and Circe was always reminded of how bittersweet it all was.
Her fingers trembled as she lit her cigarette, her eyes lingering on the dancing flame for a moment before releasing her finger, tucking the zippo back in her pocket. She takes a short drag, allowing the man before her to finish speaking. Tall, broad shouldered, Circe's known him since high school. Somehow, the two of them found themselves exactly like where they were in high school. Too much free time, not enough cash. It provided a reason to do the shit that they did. Unlike Malcolm, however, Circe always felt bad. She didn't think he felt the same culpability that she did anymore, though.
[b]"Another robbery right? My rent's coming up Mal," She pointed out, her words firm and cutting. They kept on putting it off, the fact that they were broke. Circe couldn't keep playing this game though, not unless she actually benefitted from it. There was no point hurting people for no reason, and yet that was what they'd been doing for the past couple of weeks. And now she was blowing a hole through her pocket.
She kicked the side of his chair at the sight of him rolling his eyes, her own eyes narrowing in frustration. "Yes, chill the fuck out, C. We're makin' money always, don't start gettin' pissy on me."
"You're making money, asshole. I barely have enough cash for Julia to eat, don't talk to me about always making money." The girl beside her was quick to snap back, despite her fingers dancing on her phone. Practically skin and bones, Circe still thought she was pretty. In an emaciated, druggie model kind of way.
Penny was as pale as they came, and stood taller than both Circe and Malcolm. She had long, pin straight black hair, and Circe almost always envied her. At least, until she saw the bruises at the junction of her arms, and remembered the daughter that Penny had waiting on her at home. They all had their problems though, none of them could exactly deny that, but that was what brought them together in the first place.
"Whatever, fuck you, Pen. You guys know the plan: three go in, one waits in the car. Go in, grab the cash, and leave. Nice and easy, unless someone decides to change plans last minute," Malcolm quickly explained, shooting a glare in Penny's direction as she all but scoffed in return.
"You guys were taking so long! And the cops 'round the corner didn't fucking help!"
"You were drugged the fuck up when we got out!"
"Where's Henry?" Circe finally stepped in, there was no point in having an argument before they actually left the building. Stomping out the rest of her cigarette, she grabbed her mask from the counter. It wasn't anything special, just some kind of cheap halloween horror mask from the store a couple years back. It was for the best though, she didn't need the police being able to track some kind of specialty mask that she had custom made or something.
"He bailed after Penny's shit last time. We got someone else comin' soon, I think."
"You think, or you know? I'm not waiting all night for you to be texting Carmen trying to figure out these plans. She never actually helps us does shit, so is this person coming, or not?"