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</div></div><br/>It'd been another busy night at the 7-Eleven off of Upper East Side in New York City. Twenty-one-year-old Mila Morrison had just gotten off of work and was in dire need of some smokes. Her craving had taken her back when her parents kicked her out at eighteen; they didn't need their darling daughter anymore. In their eyes she had been a freak of nature, adoring all kinds of weird fetishes of death and decay. Mila was done trying to pretend and hide her true nature.<br/><br/>Ever since she was a little girl, she was always drawn to otherworldly things. She didn't care much about materialism, but what she did want was to have insightful conversations, question about God's existence, what was considered friendship or love, for she had a difficult time wrapping these concepts in her head. She guessed that most people in their teens were more worried about petty shit like sports or memes on social media. To her, none of that mattered; within those two years she grew jaded and blended within this monotonous plane, making it out on her own.<br/><br/>Practically disowned and never to be remembered again, the silver-haired young woman was spiraling herself toward  a more depressive state. At nights she cried alone. It was a shame she couldn't own a pet of her own at her run-down apartment. But rules were rules. She couldn't afford to pay a fine, not when food and cost of living were always skyrocketing every few months.  However, when it came to grabbing a few things at the gas station, she found that  it was worth the sacrifice in having the simple pleasure of cigarettes.  It also gave her an excuse in remotely making acquaintances with one of the workers there: Jacob.<br/><br/>He was more or less the same age as her, but she could tell he needed to improve in the hygiene department, but at this point, any interaction was fine with her. She was, after all, lonely. The only time when she wasn't lonely was when she was frequented by a dark and alluring presence in her dreams. It was crazy to think how each time she was visited in her sleep that it seemed more realistic, like this entity would be able to make its appearance any day; its words would ring within her psyche telling her,<i> "Patience. You must wait."</i>Those words dwelled in her mind for eight years. Was she not already ready? Her birthday was but less than seven days away. Thankfully, she gathered and obtained ordinary and obscure items for the day of summoning. She just needed a sign.  But for now, it was back to mediocre land.<br/><br/>"Hey, Mila. Glad to see you again. You want your usual pack? We've got a special this week for them. Though, honestly, I think you should consider quitting," Jacob said in a polite yet somewhat jesting tone. He was considerate, which was nice, but his words alone wouldn't convince the stubborn woman.<br/><br/>"If I didn't buy them, Jacob, then you wouldn't see my face as often, now would you?" She chided right back and and slammed a ten-dollar bill on the counter.<br/><br/>"I know, but it was a worth a shot. You're pretty, ya know? Would be a waste to see you go down so early." His face flushed a bit, but he was being honest.<br/><br/>Her silver-blue eyes gazed at him. There was dead silence for a few seconds. Mila had to register his statement. No one really gave a damn about her. So, for her it was a big deal that such a compliment was given. She didn't want to turn on the waterworks, but damn it was hard not to cry.<br/><br/>"Hey, hey. You okay? Was it something I said? I don't mean to offend you." Jacob reached out to take her hand, but Mila was quick to see what he was doing. She smirked and playfully knocked his hand away.<br/><br/>"Shut up, Jacob. You're fine. I'm not used to kindness around here. Hearing that from you was like getting a fresh breath of air," she said and grabbed her change that he gave her.  "You're a good man, Jacob. You'll make some girl happy someday." She winked and waved him goodbye before stepping out into the busy streets. Even though Jacob would have been a nice catch, she didn't want to scare him away. She was fine with keeping things at a distance, for them to be 'just friends.'<br/><br/>Her night wasn't exactly over. She still had to take the subway back to her side of town over at Brooklyn Heights. The ride itself was about forty minutes. Just enough time to catch a cat nap. She made sure to grip her shoulder-strapped purse tightly around her form. It wasn't terribly packed when she stepped onto the platform, but one was never too safe around at night. Ever since she had been on her own, she learned how to toughen up. She always kept a can of mace and disguised knife pens. Luckily, she's only had to use her items a couple of times.<br/><br/>Her ensemble in black didn't make her for an easy target. She learned how to tone down on the makeup, but somehow, she still seemed to draw in a lot of sleazebags and drunks at night. A funny curse of sorts. Sure, she was a pretty face, but if people really knew what she wanted to ramble about, they'd turn the other way in no time, which was why she was looking forward to falling asleep once more. Hopefully, this time, she would see an actual, distinct silhouette of her dark entity and not just the same usual dark mist that would hover around her.<br/><br/>She'd set her alarm on her phone in exactly thirty minutes to wake up from her nap. Mila settled herself in one of the garish subway seats, near one of the exits, that way she would be near the speaker to hear her drop-off location. She crossed one panted leg over the over, letting her black platform boot dangle over. She leaned back and slouched some to get more comfortable. New York subway seats weren't the most luxurious pieces of furniture, but she'd take anything to catch up on some much needed rest. Her eyelids drooped down until her vision faded to black.<br/><br/>Automated Message: "Next Stop: Grand Central Station/42 Street."<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="200" data-username="@Crazy Shady" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/200/">@Crazy Shady</a>