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This is another challenge I did a looong while back with Elle C8
I luv me sum noir stuff.
Enjoy!
Elle ©
Belise7
I luv me sum noir stuff.
Enjoy!
Elle ©
Belise7
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
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File Size 78.4 kB
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Friday Night. Happy hour at the Blue Dolphin nightclub. Air thick with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, light dimmed and folks chatting away.
Yet I've felt like a ton of bricks landed on my chest since morning. Maybe it's the life of a Private Eye, or some bad potatoes from that diner down the street, but I just didn't feel doing anything tonight that didn't involve slamming someone's face into a brick wall. Sure, the joint was high class, drinks were good and the music like angels singing, yet I felt something wasn't right.
Tried this club at the suggestion of a guy at the cafe I had lunch two days ago, said something of how the joint was new in town and people were flocking to it like moths to a flame. Then as the slump set in, I figured I try it out to help dissipate my mood, and take the edge off from prowling the streets and dealing with thugs as mean as hell. Right about now, I kinda wish I was at home tucked in, staring up into the ceiling and waiting for Mr. Sandman to make his rounds.
That's when I saw her. A pretty little kitty cat. Wearing a form fitting dress with silver glitter, and slits up to her hips. Chocolate colored hair flowing with the smoothness of the finest chinese silk down to her chest. Red lipstick contrasting with her creamy brown fur, and gemstone eyes with lashes that could slice through solid steel.
Normally, you'd expect a dame like her to be having the time of her life in a joint like this. But for some reason, she looked quite forlorn, like she had experienced something hard and unpleasant. She seems to be deep in thought even. Someone she cared for got hurt maybe? Or maybe some street hoodlum had been messing with her recently?
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How's this for a monologue?
Friday Night. Happy hour at the Blue Dolphin nightclub. Air thick with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, light dimmed and folks chatting away.
Yet I've felt like a ton of bricks landed on my chest since morning. Maybe it's the life of a Private Eye, or some bad potatoes from that diner down the street, but I just didn't feel doing anything tonight that didn't involve slamming someone's face into a brick wall. Sure, the joint was high class, drinks were good and the music like angels singing, yet I felt something wasn't right.
Tried this club at the suggestion of a guy at the cafe I had lunch two days ago, said something of how the joint was new in town and people were flocking to it like moths to a flame. Then as the slump set in, I figured I try it out to help dissipate my mood, and take the edge off from prowling the streets and dealing with thugs as mean as hell. Right about now, I kinda wish I was at home tucked in, staring up into the ceiling and waiting for Mr. Sandman to make his rounds.
That's when I saw her. A pretty little kitty cat. Wearing a form fitting dress with silver glitter, and slits up to her hips. Chocolate colored hair flowing with the smoothness of the finest chinese silk down to her chest. Red lipstick contrasting with her creamy brown fur, and gemstone eyes with lashes that could slice through solid steel.
Normally, you'd expect a dame like her to be having the time of her life in a joint like this. But for some reason, she looked quite forlorn, like she had experienced something hard and unpleasant. She seems to be deep in thought even. Someone she cared for got hurt maybe? Or maybe some street hoodlum had been messing with her recently?
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How's this for a monologue?
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