09-21-2009, 09:42 PM
Daisy, or D-Star, as she was known, crawled happily down the street, her hands and knees filthy, but her drug-addled brain barely noticed. The girl could barely remember her own name, although she told people she was sure it started with a D. That, coupled with the star tattooed on her chest, just below her collarbone on the left side, earned her the name D-Star.
She couldn't care less what she was called.
Spotting a dangerous looking wolf that she recognised, she scrambled to her feet, swaying slightly as she skipped towards him. Thankfully, the cowboy hat on his head enabled her to remember his name.
'Cowbooooy! Whatcha smoking? Have you killed anybody today?!' She quizzed, a vacant smile plastered to her face as she peered into his ferocious eyes.
Since more or less making the Grey Market her home, Daisy knew most of the people here, even if she couldn't remember their names, or what they did. The people who frequented the market mostly found the girl amusing, if a little irritating. However, her willingness to do almost anything to get her next fix made her popular with the dealers, and her friendliness and natural charm helped her out with the rest of the motley crew.
She couldn't care less what she was called.
Spotting a dangerous looking wolf that she recognised, she scrambled to her feet, swaying slightly as she skipped towards him. Thankfully, the cowboy hat on his head enabled her to remember his name.
'Cowbooooy! Whatcha smoking? Have you killed anybody today?!' She quizzed, a vacant smile plastered to her face as she peered into his ferocious eyes.
Since more or less making the Grey Market her home, Daisy knew most of the people here, even if she couldn't remember their names, or what they did. The people who frequented the market mostly found the girl amusing, if a little irritating. However, her willingness to do almost anything to get her next fix made her popular with the dealers, and her friendliness and natural charm helped her out with the rest of the motley crew.