<div class="floatleft">(http://allin1dot.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/emily-browning.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Prostitute</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Samantha "Sam"</span></span><br/><em>Of Roaches and Werewolves</em><br/>Character Bio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105330.msg4571509#msg4571509);<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Sam leaped back quickly as the door bursted into flames. The reaction was quick and almost automatic as she was scarcely aware of it happening. She could feel the warmth on her skin and it made her quiver with disgust. Her attention shot to the large creature who bolted into the middle of the room and seemed to grow to an amazing height.<br/><br/><em>"What the hell is that..?"</em>Sam thought, her eyes clearly seeing every detail in the dim light of the bar. It was at that time that Sam felt the swarming of roaches down by her feet. The little bugs reminded her of Ludolf and the disease carrying rats that followed him. The black shiny carapaces flowed like a river over her black boots and began making its way up her smooth, fishnet covered legs.<br/><br/>Her eyes shot to the surrounding patrons, all of them screaming as the roaches bit into their flesh. Sam looked down again, moving torwards the bar. The roaches did not bite her pale skin but she did not enjoy the feeling of them.<br/><br/>Al lurched to her feet, stomping on the bugs.  She held the bat out to the young prostitute, “Come on, grab it, climb up,” she said as the girl was the closest to her.<br/><br/>Sam grabbed hold of the bat and hoisted her skinny frame up, now a few feet higher then everyone but the Werewolf. Gun Shots ricocheted around them and a glowing burst came from the man known as JJ as the roaches parted from him like the red sea.<br/><br/>The cold blue eyes of Sam noticed where the roaches came from and the small bestial creature that controlled them. Sam was not invested into these people. To her they all seemed expendable and not worth her time. She could easily escape through a window or through the back, yet some unknown feeling made her stay.<br/><br/>"...you should run..." Sam said, pointing torwards the back. Ali was nice enough to help her, and Sam would return the favor.<br/><br/>The young girl kicked. Hard. The roaches that were piling up on the bar exploded in little gooey carcasses that splashed against the small man who was controlling them. Sam's eyes locked onto his. Cold and emotionless. Her long black hair draped on either sides of her pristine face, and her fists were clenched into tight balls. Hopefully she would be able to buy some time for Al to run. She did not intend to fight something that clearly was well beyond her understanding.<br/>