Bringer of goodness | Misfortune/Broken
Some guy nearly slobbered all over her arm, which was the reason why she decided to quit work so early that day. It was only sunset, and she only started an hour before. Who knew why the club decided to open so early, but they did this time, and Anya had no interest in staying any longer for full-time pay with some wet-mouthed man's lips on her arm. The one rule of the strippers was absolutely no touching.
Anya scowled when she remembered the slimy feel. It was disgusting, and not even much saliva was on her arm at the time, thankfully, or she'd have broken character and slapped that man right in the face, or maybe even punch him. 'Fucking hate this job...' Anya thought to herself with frustration. She not only had to wear eye-candy clothes, but they were uncomfortable as well. She was freezing when she left that packed club and pulled her arms in tighter to keep herself warm in the wool jacket. 'I don't care what season it is... It's always freezing whenever I come out of that building.'
Whenever she explained how much she hated being a stripped, no on believed her and only laughed, or shoved her around as if she was fishing for compliments or something. An artificial was always hated, which was exactly why she couldn't get a job anywhere else. Anya was violent, and besides singing, a job she gave up so long ago, she didn't have any other special characteristics. She was good at running, but becoming an athlete would only prove how much of a fake human she was. Plus, her behavior was violent too, and PTSD constantly hit her hard from the war. Who would give a job to a talentless, psycho? Being a stripped seemed like the only choice she had left, and so she took it. It gave her a hella shitty apartment, but at least she had a roof over her head. The walls were thin, but it provided her with silence, and took away the horrible memories and sounds of the guns being fired from the war.
The Lower Ring became her home, and not even those rumored gangs could scare her away from it.
She tilted her head upwards and went silent, simply listening to the sounds of the Lower Ring. Nothing sounded like bombs, or the screams of dying people. Nothing at all. Simple things like this made her feel safer, because on some occasions, she would forget that the war had ended, and would begin to fear for her life again. No one liked that feeling.
'I'm just thinking too much.' Anya thought to herself when her forehead began to cause her to feel dizzy. 'Heading home right now and getting some rest about be the best choice... And pray to the demons and devils not to give me a nightmare when I decided to actually go to sleep for once.' She sighed deeply, stuffed her hands in her pockets, and began to walk.