Another day....[[Holly]]

[nixon]

From what he could tell, David was watching a young couple through his window as his legs were slung over the passenger seat as he was half asleep. He stayed more often than not in his car where he knew he was safe. He had about three days were of clothes in his back seat in a duffle bag that was sitting there half open, as were his eyes. Laying on his chest was a book that was propped open and propped towards his face so he could read the text properly. It was a book on how to get out of a bad relationship, probably the only book he had ever read outside school that was not about sex or cigarettes. Dangling from his lips was a cigarette now that you mention it, small puffs of smoke floating out of slightly cracked window. He was about half way through the book when he noticed that something had flung itself or was propelled onto his windshield where it slowly rolled down until it met the dirt below his car. A nice little puddle of coke was sliding down his windshield, and he cursed the one who threw it loudly, but he doubted the couple could hear him because they were in an argument. The shouting filled his ears and that was enough for him to start the car, the engine turning over and burst into life. The roar of the horses under the hood startled the couple as David brought the vehicle out of the alley way and onto the street, where he spun his tires before letting them eat up the road.

David passed by silent homes, but his mind was not on them or the road for that matter. His eyes were watching the street, yes, but his mind was elsewhere. The tires ate up the street as he rounded the corner, not really having a place to be at the moment. The tires gave a disapproving squeal as he took the corner rather sharply, and he rubbed the steering wheel slightly as if comforting the car. He did this out of habit because he had always done something to that affect. It was late, but he wasn’t sure of the exact time. He had not really set the vehicle’s clock to be accurate, so he went by his instinct to say it was roughly sometime after dark, roughly about nine or so in the evening. He turned the key off and the engine slowly died out, the rods whirring slower and slower until they completely stopped within the cylinders. The car stayed stationary as the owner opened the car door, but did not get out right away. He was staring off into space for a moment, envisioning himself with a family just sitting together on the couch. This non-existant family was on his mind a lot lately, and it was beginning to bother him. It had been quite sometime that he had been enamored with these thoughts. Normally he just was enamored with chasing tail, but now that was a thing of the past.

[hollyambler]

The blaring of the alarm made Holly groan. Sticking her bookmark in place she rolled over and looked at the clock. She had two hours until work. That meant it was time to start getting ready. Turning the alarm off she slipped off her bed and her feet hit the cool floor with a light thump. She stretched her arms up over her head caused her crème tank top to lift up showing her belly. Dropping her arms she breathed out and set about doing her stretches. It was a daily routine that she followed. She would stretch out all her muscles before anything else. Once stretched she put on her favorite song to dance to and did a few warm up dances. Setting her music on Holly did just that, glad that no one in her building ever minded the noise. Not that half of them could hear it over their own shouting or TV’s. The building she lived in was not the nicest but it provided her with a roof over her head and hot water to shower. It worked for what she needed. Finishing her warm up dance Holly smiled at herself in the mirror that was tacked to the back of her bedroom door. Her dancing kept her in shape and she knew that she looked good. Looking at the clock she still had an hour till work. Just enough time.

Leaving her bedroom she danced down the short hallway to the bathroom. She turned the water on hot before grabbing her brush and dragging it through her hair quickly. Stripping herself of her gray soffee shorts and her crème tank top she hopped into the shower. The water quickly rinsed away the sweat she had worked up from her dance warm up. Holly had left the music on in the other room and she could still hear it in the shower. It was helpful in keeping her head clear. She didn’t have much going for her in her life at the moment so her thoughts were anywhere and everywhere. As she lathered her lufa and began washing her body her fingers trailed over the heart on her hip. She knew why she had that one. She loved what she was, a wereleopard, that tattoo showed it. Thinking of her tattoos she found her hand drifting over to play along the spot on the back of her left shoulder where she knew the name Ashley was tattooed. She still didn’t know about this one. It frustrated her to no end when she did think about it. It was something important in her life, she knew that or she wouldn’t have the name tattooed on her. But as to who or what it pertained to was part of what she could never remember. When she tried remembering it only gave her a headache. She had lost nearly eight years of her life. Part of her wondered if she would ever remember those years. Shaking her head she threw the thoughts away and went back to her shower. She didn’t have the time to dwell on the past.

Finishing her shower she turned the water off and stepped out of the tub and into the steamed up room. Taking her towel she wiped away the steam from the mirror. Smiling at herself she opened the door to the bathroom to allow the steam to dissipate from the room. She set about drying herself off before wrapping the towel around her. She dug in a drawer and pulled out her hairdryer. She couldn’t dress in her costume for work with wet hair. Once it was dry she looked at it in the mirror trying to decide on how to put it up for the night. Deciding on putting it up in a few clips she dug them out of a different drawer and did her hair up. They would be easy to take out during her routine. Moving from the bathroom to her bedroom she glanced at the time. She still had thirty minutes till she had to be at work. Digging through her closet she pulled out her white costume. She usually always dressed in belly dancer outfits. They fit her work and they were still comfortable for her. Holly also usually never dressed at the club. The dressing room they gave to the girls was small compared to the number of girls that worked there. She didn’t enjoy fighting them for space. Removing her towel she put on the bra and the panties of the outfit. She would bring the sash with her in her bag. Over the outfit she threw a large baggy sweatshirt and a flowing skirt that just brushed her ankles. The outerwear didn’t match well but it kept people from gawking at her as she walked to work, not that she minded. Glancing at the clock she quickly did her makeup to match the costume for work and donned a pair of white stiletto heels. Looking herself over in the mirror once more she grabbed her bag and stuffed the sash and wrap in before heading out the door, locking it behind her.

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Her heels clicked on the sidewalk as she moved quickly into the better part of downtown. Once she was in the better part of Seattle she slowed her walk. She could kick ass if she needed to but she usually tried to avoid it. Her scents were filled with the sounds and smells of the city. She had learned to love this when she moved to New York. Seattle was a little different, not as many people but still a lot. She loved the rush of movement as night set in and bars and clubs began opening their doors. She passed many of these and couldn’t help but grin as she watched groups of girls hanging out out front waiting to go in. She could remember a few times when she had done that herself, but not many. The sound of a car caught her attention as she was walking and caused her to pause to look at it. The man driving it killed the engine after he parked and the car took a moment to quite itself. Watching the driver she tilted her head slightly. He had opened the door but had yet to get out. A sharp wind blew the scent from his car into her face and she nearly choked. Cigarettes. She hated them and was glad the club she worked in had only one place they were allowed to be smoked. But something else was mixed with the foul scent of the cigs. Another lycan. Blinking she picked out the distinct scent of wolf. ‘Huh…’ She thought as she watched him for another minute. She had known there were others like her with different animals. She had smelled them before and seen them but never had she talked to him. She wondered what this werewolf was up to this night.