Post by pennylanex on Jan 27, 2008 1:39:46 GMT -5
The sound of stillettos echoed threw the Dungeon. Which was actually one of the most frieghtening sounds you will ever hear down there. That sound was always the one person. Penny-Lane Givoanni. Swaying her hips around the Dungeons.
She carried around her chainsaw around with her. It seemed odd that such a slender, small, girl like her carried it around. But heres the real bit that shocks people. She doesn't go around cutting trees. Its more like she goes around cutting people. In that pretty little head of hers was the sickest mind you could ever imangine.
Blood dripped off the light blue chainsaw. It stood out very well on the clearly polished and well kept tool. Placing it into a candy pink case, where she kept her beloved chainsaw. Her eyes flew down t look at her bold blue tanktop. Unlike a lot of gang memebers she took careful choices with her fashion. It was splattered with lines of bloodstains.
Wandering into an empty room, she looked around. It was the only room to not have a torture in it. The dingy little room had a sink, a sterdy and a musty old couch so that people could clean up after torturing. Placing her chainsaw on the table she wandered over and turned the tap on. Washing her hands and cleaning her face. There wasn't much she could do about her shirt.
Sighing a little, she turned the tap off and sat up on the table.
She carried around her chainsaw around with her. It seemed odd that such a slender, small, girl like her carried it around. But heres the real bit that shocks people. She doesn't go around cutting trees. Its more like she goes around cutting people. In that pretty little head of hers was the sickest mind you could ever imangine.
Blood dripped off the light blue chainsaw. It stood out very well on the clearly polished and well kept tool. Placing it into a candy pink case, where she kept her beloved chainsaw. Her eyes flew down t look at her bold blue tanktop. Unlike a lot of gang memebers she took careful choices with her fashion. It was splattered with lines of bloodstains.
Wandering into an empty room, she looked around. It was the only room to not have a torture in it. The dingy little room had a sink, a sterdy and a musty old couch so that people could clean up after torturing. Placing her chainsaw on the table she wandered over and turned the tap on. Washing her hands and cleaning her face. There wasn't much she could do about her shirt.
Sighing a little, she turned the tap off and sat up on the table.