<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/033/2/9/Insane_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Nionette Carter<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 2B (Home of Nionette, Gabriel)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Any<br/><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th 2012<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 5:30 ~ 7 A.M.<br/><hr/><br/>Nionette groaned, climbing out of the cab that had brought her back to the row. It was a wonder there was a cab driver in the city willing to risk the drive, but she didn't say no when her last client of the night informed her he had a cabbie waiting to take her home. She was a mess, she knew... The short skirt and blue halter top exposed pale skin covered in angry bruises and light pink, raised welts. Despite the "battle scars" as she called them, she didn't have the look of your typical druggie. There were no tell tale track marks on the insides of her arms, nor did she possess the tics that tended to tell those with a deep running addiction for what they were.<br/><br/>Her black hair hung around her in semi-tangled, messy lengths, and she knew more than one spot had dried semen clinging to the locks despite the fact that she'd done what she could to remove it when the "session" she'd been part of the night prior was over. She made her way through the lobby, where people were already milling around. Most of them were junkies... either buying or preparing product to be sold. the smell that always followed the shipments from the local meth labs filled her lungs and Nionette coughed for a moment before she was climbing the stairs, headed down the hall passed the open and missing doors where occasionally a person who managed to be awake at that ungodly hour would stop and watch her go by with a soft gasp. Gabe would be angry, they all knew... it would be a "closed door" morning when Gabriel saw Nionette.<br/><br/>After she passed them all by and moved in to the apartment she shared with Gabriel and the rest of their "family", Nionette went straight to the bathroom. It was one of the few that had hot running water, and the moment she was on the other side of the curtain they'd hung up over the bathroom door, she was stripping and climbing beneath the hot water. A soft gasp left her as the hot water hit the welts and bruises, fresh from the night prior. She'd been well paid... more in one night than most prostitutes made in a week, but it didn't change the fact that she would be in pain for days.<br/><br/>Whimpering in the back of her throat, she scrubbed her hair and body, removing the dirt, the sweat, the cum, the blood from her pale skin and leaving herself pink from the heat of the shower, skin littered with bruises and marks from what looked like a stick or crop of some kind. When she was satisfied that she was as clean as she was going to get, she climbed from the shower and wrapped herself in a tattered towel before brushing her hair and teeth. Gathering her clothes and boots up off the floor, she made her way in to the room she shared with Gabriel. Her clothes tossed in to a pile of dirty clothes in the corner, she frowned. Time to go to the Laundromat…<br/><br/><em>Later.</em>her mind uttered at her in a voice as tired as she felt. Opting to sleep nude so as to have less fabric pressing and rubbing on her bruises, Nette crawled under the threadbare blanket on her sheet-covered mattress and curled herself in to a ball.<br/><br/>She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.