Rain falls hard against the dark asphalt, pooling into the cracks of the alley’s uneven surface. The light of a far off street lamp combines with the cherry-red glow of a squad car’s flashing beacon. This shifting illumination silhouettes a contorted and bloody figure laying broken in the crux of a dumpster, and the brick of the alley’s wall. Even in the bad light, and the mutilated nature of the body, it’s easy to see that the victim is another street girl.
Pulling a drenched fedora lower over his brow, a man joins the corpse. Kneeling beside her, a heavy sigh is heard amidst the patter of the rain. The flick of a lighter illuminates the man’s handsome, hardened features for a bare instant, before it’s lost to only the pinpoint ember of a lit cigarette. A tendril of smoke crawls from beneath the fedora’s brim, dispersing in the cool night air.
She’s the third one this week… He thinks, taking another pull from the cigarette.
That’s the basic premise. The details I’d like to come up with together with my future partner, so please be willing to add to the tale if you’re interested in this. Building a world with a fellow writer is my favorite part of the whole RP.
Hope to hear from you, ladies!
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