<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>Heading away from the Chaos</em><br/>Character Bio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105330.msg4571509#msg4571509);<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Sam slowly stood as she seemed to regain her self. The flashing of police lights and the flames that roared out of Simon's Bull did little to comfort her. She had to leave, to get away from the place with all its horrors. Sam darted away from the crowd, her heavy black boots splashing in  rain puddles that marked the grime filled streets.<br/><br/>After several minutes of running Sam finally slowed down. As she passed a shop's reflective window Sam peered into her reflection. Her pig tails were messy and she was drenched to the bone. The hoodie she wore were scraps and blood smeared her lips. The young prostitute slipped off the rags and wiped her face clean. Her pale skin glistened with rain, and she was now only garbed in a pink bra and small skirt with torn fishnet stockings. Some how she felt better, as if shedding pain away was as easy as removing old clothes.<br/><br/>Sam continued on past the shops, her eyes gazing down on the concrete side walk, thinking about what had happen. She has never seen a werewolf, nor roaches that swarmed at command. How ever she did see rats do the same with the vampire she had met earlier in the night. Sam visibly frowned. Just yesterday she had been lost in a sea of emptiness, and now she was thrown into a conflict she had no real desire for.<br/><br/>Before Sam had noticed she was only a few feet from a boy,who seemed to be staring down at a rat. Sam's cold blue eyes oddly shone through the darkness, a distant uncaring expression. Sam's feet had lead her to Cobb's Theater, a place where she often broke into for shelter and to watch the occasional movie.<br/><br/>Her eyes where fixated on the human, who appeared to be young and down trodden. Sam contemplated if she should turn around and hide but tossed the notion away. She was tired and the boy seemed harmless. Sam would appear younger, and frail in the rain, her small breasts rising and falling with small intakes of air, a habit she had no need for.