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E-Claire
Guest
Original poster
On a south-London street, Ellie lay across a creaky wooden bench, resting. She'd had a long day trying to get work, and now she just wanted a break. Ellie slowly closed her eyes, succumbing to fatigue...until a large raindrop fell unto her nose. Seemingly out of no-where a full-scale rainstorm came. "Shit!" Ellie exclaimed in her annoyance. But to Ellie's misfortune, a gloomy passer-by didn't interrupt it that way. "Did you just call me a shit?" the gangster passing by growled at her, "I'm gonna have to smash your face in now, ya know?" Normally that gangster would have just carried on walking after giving a sharp retort, but today he was too depressed from getting dumped by his girlfriend. At that moment the gangster just felt like punching all his frustration out, and Ellie presented herself as an ideal punch-bag. Ellis sat up, and meekly threw back her protests, but the gangster just edged closer, and closer, full of threat.