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for @voulatile ! ̖́-
running rampant in the eighth district, her playground for destruction, she feels the high reach places that neither pleasure nor pain can touch. she feels herself ascend to a place where none can grasp her, not the normals or her fellow twilights who are at the bottom of the barrel. breaking through her limits, to the point of self-destruction and much to her satisfactory this feeling is cherished. each limb outstretched to max capacity as she easily scales buildings and hops from roof to roof. the uppers work wonders on her but they STEAL everything that she is, it’s seen in the insanity reflecting in her eyes or the way her smile is as disheveled as her hair. her body bordering thin for she would rather pay for narcotics than a meal.
however all highs must have their lows and it renders her immobile, one moment she’s soaring in the sky and the next she’s crashing headfirst into a pitch-black alley. fear doesn’t settle in, instead, the anticipation for DEATH creeps onto her face and tugs at her grin. for she was nothing without them and with that resolve her lids shut close; unaware if there was someone in the alley or not. all she knew is that she soon would be free; if not, she’d at least be sporting a few broken bones.