E. Bastard
E. is 30 years old.
She is the Cat Burglar of The Scum of Britain.
E. is also known as "Rave Jesus".
E. is located in London at Slum Area 32.
E. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to do nothing in order to get ahead professionally.
I adore you like you hate me.
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Dying |
| Game: The Great Heist |
| Points: 3200 |
| Days Active: 2740 days |
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Icarus the curse-breaker
Her tired heart slowed down to a dangerous almost-flat line but she didn't panic. She knew she still had a connection to life as long as they held hands. She wouldn't let go of his dirty, callous claw of a hand, ever. Would glue them together if she could. But it wasn't paranoia anymore. It was the infuriating comfort of belonging. He could pull her back from the clutches of death if need be.
Her legs kept shaking in exhaustion. Her laboured breathing matched his low growl in unplanned harmony. She tried tightening her grip of his hand, but all her muscles could do was spasm.
For a while, they remained silent in the dark of the room. She hated silence. Desperate for a distraction, she focused on the rhythmic drips from a leaky pipe in the distance. It was quite possible her mind was playing tricks on her, mimicking an old Chinese torture as it came closer to shutting down after hours of kicking, pushing and crying: the physical torture of a sober labour on top of a nasty detox.
The silence became unbearable quickly, kicking her heart into a fast, anxious beat.
"Why is he not crying?!" She couldn't even pretend to be calm. She waited for years for the curse to be broken: the army of daddy's girls. How did they know she was trash the second they were born, she could never understand.
Not knowing the newborn was resting in another room under the supervision of their mentee/informally-adopted nephew, she shifted in place, attempting to get up and look for the baby, only to be pushed back into the bed by the callous hand when he rudely climbed on top of her, crushing her under his weight. She felt his struggle, how he wanted to hurt her, barely able to contain his hatred towards her freckles. But his body provided the signal she needed. The boy was okay, she could relax.
Staring into his eyes, she whispered. "We have a son. Now I can
die happy."
She meant it too.
Posted 3/21/2023, 3:00 AM
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Prominent Clothes & Tattoos
E. isn't wearing anything that covers her private parts.
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Left ankle
ʀᴇɢɪɴᴀ ɢɪɴɢᴇʀ-ᴠɪᴛɪs
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Chest
[ʟᴇғᴛ] ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅ ᴏɴᴇ
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Left shoulder
[ᴅєᴠɪʟ ıɴ ʜєʀ ʜєᴀʀᴛ]
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Left wrist
sмɪʟє ɴᴏѡ
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Right wrist
сʀʏ ʟᴀᴛєʀ
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Right shoulder
ᴅʏsғuɴкᴛɪᴏɴ
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Lower back
ɢuɴɢ ʜᴏᴇ
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Left neck
ʙʀuısᴇʀ
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Upper back
✝ ғɪᴇɴᴅ ✝
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Waist
кuɴᴛʏ
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Right buttocks
ʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴊᴇsus
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Left arm
[ғoʀᴇᴀʀм] uɴʜoʟʏ ѡᴀʀ
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Right arm
[uᴘᴘᴇʀᴀʀм] ʀᴇᴅᴇмᴘтıoɴ
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Left foot
𝔩𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖙𝔩𝖊𝖘𝖘
Note: Tattoos might be covered by clothing.