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All My Love Is Books
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On one cold, dark and fairly damp evening a lone soul wandered around the slums of a large city. The striking red head would be considered a bad character and she looked the part. Tight, dark jeans hugged her bad girl ensemble. The only real color that was visible were her bright blue eyes that wandered around with each step that she took.
Why would a girl be wandering around the slums where she could be easily kidnapped or even worse, killed? This was no ordinary girl. She was a legend in her own sorts. Underground fighting was a hugely popular and hugely illegal trade that took place beneath the city every night and this girl was reigning champion of the Underground right now.
This girl, known as Charlotte the Champ but preferred to go by Charlie, was not well though. She had been diagnosed with some disease she could barely pronounce and would have to end her fighting career sooner rather than later if she wanted to live past her 20's. So tonight; she was on the prowl. This prowl would hopefully snare somebody with potential. Somebody that she could train to have the right stuff and hopefully somebody that was not her gender. Charlie was a lonely soul, not ever having time for boys when she was in her own training. Now she was 23 and she wanted to at least have sex with a boy if she was to suddenly pass away.
Stopping at a well known watering hole for very homeless people (Charlie had a little two bedroom place above an ex-meth room) to see if she could find anybody. At first all she saw were old men and women who could barely stand on their own. Closer to the fire she began getting younger, some to young though. With an audible sigh, Charlie leaned against the side of a crumbling brick building and watched people come and go, hoping this would be the night that she would find him.
Why would a girl be wandering around the slums where she could be easily kidnapped or even worse, killed? This was no ordinary girl. She was a legend in her own sorts. Underground fighting was a hugely popular and hugely illegal trade that took place beneath the city every night and this girl was reigning champion of the Underground right now.
This girl, known as Charlotte the Champ but preferred to go by Charlie, was not well though. She had been diagnosed with some disease she could barely pronounce and would have to end her fighting career sooner rather than later if she wanted to live past her 20's. So tonight; she was on the prowl. This prowl would hopefully snare somebody with potential. Somebody that she could train to have the right stuff and hopefully somebody that was not her gender. Charlie was a lonely soul, not ever having time for boys when she was in her own training. Now she was 23 and she wanted to at least have sex with a boy if she was to suddenly pass away.
Stopping at a well known watering hole for very homeless people (Charlie had a little two bedroom place above an ex-meth room) to see if she could find anybody. At first all she saw were old men and women who could barely stand on their own. Closer to the fire she began getting younger, some to young though. With an audible sigh, Charlie leaned against the side of a crumbling brick building and watched people come and go, hoping this would be the night that she would find him.