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M a s t e r OF P u p p e t s

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Delta Sharpshooter	Posted: Jan 28 2007, 01:52 PM
Member Group: Members Posts: 43 Member No.: 19 Joined: 18-December 05	It always ended the same way. The one night stands. They were the only thing Delta could mentally handle, and they always ended the same. She woke up by herself. Alone. The feeling was terrible at first, though after time, and the mere realization that a stable relationship wasn�t for her, she grew accustomed to that very pit of loneliness. It was her friend. She delved in the feeling. She reveled in it. It was the only thing Delta knew. The sheets covered her torso, legs twisted in the light cotton as it tightened over a curvaceous hip. Delta tried to sleep, but the sun was shining through the blasted screen. She just laid there, eyes opened and staring across the room, not focused on anything. Delta was numb of everything. Where was she anyways. Oh, yeah, she remembered. An apartment she came to on occasion. It had the bare necessities. A bathroom, bedroom, and a tiny kitchen. That was all she needed. Of course, being her, she needed no extravagant house to live in, with a wealthy husband and three little daughters following her. She didn�t need it. She never had a need for what the common woman needed. A warm place to sleep, a rich husband and children to take care of. I didn�t make any sense to Delta. What, did they enjoy being happy? To Delta, it seemed that happiness was in fact something that enslaved them. To make someone else happy, you enslaved yourself. There were always sacrifices to be made in relationships. And in this process you might give up what you love most. And you in turn killed the part of you that actually made you, you. Those thoughts had been running through the Turk�s mind all night, all through her dreams. She stood up, taking her sheet with her, scantily covering her midsection in case there were any prying eyes in her window. She walked into her bathroom, dropping her sheet and stepping into the shower, only to come back out in 10 minutes. She loved showers. They just made her feel so warm�Obviously. She dried off, then found her clothes. She pulled on her pants, tight at the hips and showing her curvature, but baggy around the legs. Her top was a tank, both of the items black. As far as shoes, she pulled on a pair of fawn-brown colored boots, which set off her clothing. And in the closet of her bedroom, there were her weapons. She strode out of the bathroom, bringing her sheet with her and making her bed back. She approached her closet, sliding the door open, as she bent down in the dark, and grabbed her wonderful, modified revolver, with a shortened barrel and appeared to be much more like shotgun than anything. It had a case to it, and it she put the straps over her shoulder, much like a backpack. Delta checked on everything, to make sure they were in proper order. They were, so the girl walked out of her apartment, key in hand as she locked the door behind her. She tucked her key in her pocket, making her way through Edge. As she walked, she felt a paranoid sense as if she was being followed. She toyed with her tongue ring, constantly rubbing the dice on the top of it against the roof of her mouth in a bored fashion, but also in a manner that showed she was nervous. Well, not exactly nervous. But slightly paranoid. She stepped down an alley, away from her previous path of travel. She stood in the shadows, watching for anyone she knew.

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