Post by Typhoid on Sept 8, 2010 22:41:18 GMT -5
Typhoid walked into one of her favorite places a little biker bar she always went to when she was in town. Everyone knew her there and knew to stay on her good side well almost everyone. There seemed to be a few new faces like the bottle blonde at the bar with some fruity drink seeming to be waiting on someone.
Typhoid walked up to the bar next to the blonde she only waited a moment before John came over and began pouring her whiskey shots. She got two of them down before she noticed the woman looking at her she was going to say something but she notice the Diamond necklace the woman was wearing. "I want that necklace." She said before downing around shot "Fuck you bitch." the woman replied. Typhoid sat the glass down and took out a pair of pruning shears and in less then ten seconds gave the woman a new look.
She had three on the right side of her forehead that all run from top right towards her nose. There is one on the left of her forehead that is much shorter and runs from left to right across her eyebrow. There's one that runs left to right across her nose and down into her cheek. The last one runs vertically from her left nostril down across her lips to her chin. The slashes wouldn't kill her but would scare her for life and make it easy for her to be found again when the red head was bored. Typhoid then ripped off the necklace from the screaming woman who ran off and no one seemed to noticed or if they did they didn't say anything.
Typhoid walked up to the bar next to the blonde she only waited a moment before John came over and began pouring her whiskey shots. She got two of them down before she noticed the woman looking at her she was going to say something but she notice the Diamond necklace the woman was wearing. "I want that necklace." She said before downing around shot "Fuck you bitch." the woman replied. Typhoid sat the glass down and took out a pair of pruning shears and in less then ten seconds gave the woman a new look.
She had three on the right side of her forehead that all run from top right towards her nose. There is one on the left of her forehead that is much shorter and runs from left to right across her eyebrow. There's one that runs left to right across her nose and down into her cheek. The last one runs vertically from her left nostril down across her lips to her chin. The slashes wouldn't kill her but would scare her for life and make it easy for her to be found again when the red head was bored. Typhoid then ripped off the necklace from the screaming woman who ran off and no one seemed to noticed or if they did they didn't say anything.