Apple Whore (kylefuetzvater) wrote in imnotmyself,
Apple Whore

It stepped through the doors.
The figure could be straight out of a gothic version of a classic detective novel, black fedora, a black double breasted suit beneath a black trench coat, all the fabric it wore shifted to red as the light changed over it but for the most part the clothes were black. The fedora shaded the face that tread that line between feminine and masculine, the eyes were hidden by lenses that were blood red. If you looked closely you'd almost swear they were filled with blood. Of course, this individual was always well aware of of where people were looking.
As it approached the bar long white hands withdrew themselves from the pants pockets. It sat at the bar and started lighting matches one by one, and letting them burn.

You are welcome to try and talk.
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