#veronica landers

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@lieutenantgivesnoshits

《I do hope you enjoy this starter!》

“No, you can shut the fuck up and LISTEN TO WHAT I’M TELLING YOU-” Yelled a rather irate male, a large crashing noise coming just mere seconds after he had raised his voice.

  Soon, another voice entered the picture. “I won’t listen to you anymore. You are a cruel, heartless person who isn’t deserving of the life he has!” It was another man’s voice, but slightly higher in pitch.

  A yell of incomprehensible frustration soon left the original man before more crashing could be heard, and then finally, a loud bang which was unlike the ones before it. It was much louder and had more depth to it.. A gunshot.

  While most began to evacuate the floor, running down the stairwell to safety, there was one occupant who remained within the protection of their flat, and she was heading over to the wall where the noises had resonated from and pressed her ear up against it, hoping to hear of something more from them. Nothing but silence awaited the nosey girl as she moved her head back away from the wall. The rather disheveled female made her way over to the window overlooking the dark and damp street, taking a hold of her notebook and pen along the way and began to write about all she had heard happen in her neighbors flat, including speculation regarding what had happened leading up to the potentially fatal outcome of the argument, followed by facts of previous incidents.

  Veronica sat herself down onto the window-sill seat and watched as small groups of people began to collect out onto the sidewalk- although, what they had seemed to miss mere feet behind them was that very same android that had belonged to her neighbour escape into a back alley. A small hum of amusement left the girl as she wrote down what she had seen.

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  The girl, who had been writing peacefully of the incident, looked up towards the window when the flashing blue and red lights began to illuminate the dimly lit room, sirens becoming louder with each passing second until finally, the noise was almost overwhelming. A sigh escaped from the girls’ chapped lips. Veronica knew it was a matter of time before the police would begin door duty to build up an investigation in order to straighten the facts and understand the situation in its whole entirety. Adjusting her worn hoodie, the girl stood herself up from her comfortable armchair and made her way into the kitchen to sort herself some noodles. She had full intention of ignoring the knocks from the police and enjoying her night by eating noodles, reading a book and perhaps directing some of her attention towards her less-than-legal business. With the amount of information she had, she could very easily sell it to the news outlets who were probably plaguing media outfits with questions regarding the investigation and wanting anyone with information to step forward.

  Soon, the girl began to hear more voices next door- police. It seemed the job could wait if the police were able to unknowingly provide her with more information; get a clearer picture of what had happened and how they intend on resolving the issue.

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𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖘, 𝕭𝖆𝖉 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊𝖘

~+= I do hope you enjoy this @an-unlikely-duo, even though it’s a little rushed. DO NOT REBLOG IF YOU’RE NOT TAGGED =+~ Night had settled in to the close-to starless sky, the time being a rather late 11:30pm, so many were already in bed but of course there were some going to clubs, both for parties and sexual needs, as per how the city life had always been. The late night also housed more underground activity, knife crimes, gun crimes, vandalism and many other things that people can do under the cover of darkness. Veronica was definitely a criminal in her own right, using the cover of darkness to paint Graffiti onto the walls of more derelict buildings, mostly because people didn’t seem to bat so much as an eye towards them. She stepped back up with a few steps to examine her gruesome artwork, an image of a lady with hair quite like her own looking up to the sky, bloody tears in her eyes while an outstretched had protruded from her mouth, reaching upwards as if to grab something just out of reach. Disturbing indeed. The girl moved back over to the pavement where her big black backpack lay, collecting up all the spray cans that lay around where she had temporarily placed them, stuffing them into the bag. Her ears were picking up on a sound, but a quick search around the area brought up nothing for the origin of the tapping sound- it was distant, which gave her plenty of time to gather up everything and leave the scene before anyone could catch her out for her crime.   Just as she was about to leave, there was a missing detail within her image, something she knew that had to be added onto painting to make it come to life even more so than it was already, she placed the bag back down onto the ground and took out the red and white spray paints. With careful steady hands, began to add some blood to the mouth, pooling it around the wrist and down the corners of the mouth, trailing it down the jawline and neck. The white was to add reflection towards the red, making it pop out. Finally, the artwork was complete. By now the girl had paint splatters all over her black sweatpants and hoodie, all colours she had used for the graphic image. Once again, she packed up her stuff and backed off from the image, ready to get herself away from the scene.

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Could life get worse, or better?

@lieutenantgivesnoshits //This is much shorter than many other starters I have written, but I do hope you enjoy it nontheless <3 // Detroit was a busy place, day or night people would be out and about doing their own thing, work, hanging out with friends, stuff like that, or maybe just doing some random travelling, though one thing was for certain, most illegal activity almost always seemed to happen during the night. It was a soggy sort or night where the ground was wet, the air was too moist to be dealt with and the cold just made both of those two details two times worse, though sadly that’s how weather tended to be in that city. Wet, freezing, both, or just plain sunny. The last one never really happening often, as proven by the fact that many could see their breath within the air every time they exhaled. One street had barely any foot traffic going through it on this cold night, which wasn’t all that unusual for a more ghetto part of the city, run down residential area, perfect place to do anything that could make one a criminal, which is the one thought this girl had in mind as she painted on the side of a tall apartment block, the building mostly made out of brick. The art she was creating was something never before seen on the streets of Detroit, the image depicting of slavery and cruelty, yet the portrayal of was disturbingly different from the mainstream: An android was on its knees, LED split between yellow and red, its hands clasped in a way of prayer, forgiveness… begging. The wrists of the android were cuffed and chained, the other end being held in the right hand of a standing human, a human that looked down to the machine with no regard for what it may be feeling. The most disturbing part of it all was that the android was hurt, Thirium coming from its arms and head, looking to be inflicted by the gun held in the left hand of the human. The wounds were from the gun.  A slow and painful demise was imminent for the android, and though it hoped for some peaceful resolve, the human would take its life with no regard or guilt. This was human nature. Destroying any innocence left in the world, killing off so many just to prevail. The blonde-haired girl wore a thick coat atop her hoodie and a thick black beanie to keep herself warm whilst she spread her art across the walls, the sound of her spray-cans filling up the desolate street. Beside the feet of the girl was a large bulky backpack filled with different coloured spray cans, paint splattered decorating the sides and the nozzles of each of them, all except for the completely new sets, to which there were only three. Finally she took a few steps back away from the art, looking it over with careful eyes to be sure she had put all the details she wanted into the image. It was in her best interest that many saw her art before finally viewing themselves as monsters. All of this work was to show the rest of humanity that they were the only monsters left in the world. Was it so wrong of her to point out something so blatantly obvious, though seemingly hidden in plain sight?