Trinity lead him up the run down staircase. The triplex was in the worst part of town and was owned by a slumlord. The lights flickered softly with Trinity's every step freshly chipped orange wallpaper drifted on to the stained wood planked flooring. the air was ripe with urine the soft yet frantic cry of an infant drifted over a couples screaming in the rooms beyond.<br/>Trinity grew up in places like this, sirens, gunfire and screams drifted her off to sleep every night. She loved them, like distant lullaby's echoing over her mind. She still loved the sound fired gun or the horrible scream of a man as his testicles were blown off.<br/>Pushing open the door to her apartment she walked in and around the corner leaving him alone in the hall wile she stepped in to her bedroom. The apartment was only slightly more unkepted then the hall. the walls stank of scotch, the floors stained with ancient blood splatter. Trinity had almost no furniture but a sofa an armchair and a fifteen year old Television set that sat unstably on a old Milk cartion container.<br/>after a moment she walked back out to him holding a vanilla folder waving it back and forth in front of her. Tossing it on the Sofa she walked in to the small kitchen that shared the same space as the living room. "Come in. And shut the door." She hissed leaning against the wall lazily tossing him a beer. "What Are you doing here?"