<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>Standing in Simon's Bull</em><br/>Character Bio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105330.msg4571509#msg4571509);<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Samantha had shaken her long black hair from the confines of her hoodie when she stopped to look around the bar. It was dingy, and smelled. She took a few steps torwards the bar, her knee high boots coming down heavy on the old wooden floor boards of the bar, and then stopped, tilting her head slightly as she heard the sounds coming from above.<br/><br/>The smell that lingered reminded her of Ludolf, it was fetid and seemed to permeate every where. Sam moved closer to the vent above where Michael Summers was standing. "Hey quiet down for a bit. Anyone else hear that?" He asked looking at everyone from eye to eye.<br/><br/>The young prostitute said nothing, eyes fixated above. The cold blue eyes left the vent and glanced at Michael, emotionless and distant. She then turned her attention to the front door where the commotion was. The waitress skidded past the girl once more and nearly fell on the wet planks as she hopped the bar and grabbed the phone to dial the police.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I hear it.  Do we have a way to board this up?"  Sam heard the other man say.<br/><br/>Samantha did not know what to do. Her first attempt at being among other people was being ruined by a mugging out front and the sounds of rats in the walls. Still, something inside of her churned. The acute senses picked up on the numerous conversations going about, and her nose detected the horrible smell from above, as well as the light perfume of the waitress.<br/><br/>"...Perhaps we should go outside..." she whispered, barely audible, although quite sweet on the ears of those who heard her.  She took a step back from the vent, something telling her that the events to come would be monstrous.<br/><br/>Her lithe frame shifted easily, almost graceful. Samantha turned torwards the door, her hands once more shoved back into the pockets of her hoodie. Her skirt and legs soaked from the walk in the rain.<br/>