@scarletwilsonâ                                                              normally, she had a good head on her shoulders. she didnât snap out of anger, but today was it. it was the fucking shit hole of all days. the washer and dryer had broke in her apartment. not having time to finish things up, she was forced to walk to the gentrified laundry mat one block over. she needed clothes for another interview tomorrow. hopefully, she was going to score a reporting job in town. with the buzz around the dead kid, the people would rake up her words. she wanted that more than anything. through a series of unfortunate events, she had kept an eye off her clothes for too long. someone had taken them out, leaving nothing in sight. it didnât take long for the brunette to explode at the owner long enough to get kicked out the front step.
          âyou can literally reach your hand into my pocket and smear your face in my shit. iâm not paying you for fucking up my clothes that are GONE.â
Scarlet took a drag from her ciggarette, leaning up against the brick walls and glaring up at the endlessly gray skies. It was the kind of day where nothing was moving, and she hated that, so sheâd went to the laundromat to see if anyone in this hellhole was doing anything interesting at all.
And then she heard a girl start screaming.
âWoah there,â She snorted, crossing her arms. âBad day, much?â














