#( VERSE. ) I don't wanna go to heaven without raising hell.

[djsouled]

OH, if you couldn't tell, we can always find the trouble, we don't need the HELP ! singing OH, mama raised me WELL ! but i don't wanna go to heaven without raisin' HELL !!!

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BLACK STAR.

            The sinner was fully aware her healing powers only worked on physical wounds and not on emotional.  Still, if there was anything she could do to help someone (such as healing a stab wound or a broken leg), it pleased Black Star to be of some assistance.  “Hotel?”  She struggles with the accent at first, but soon understands.  

             “Just a FEW BLOCKS.  I-I know these streets well.”  Says the feline as she slowly picks herself up, then offers a hand for Amorette,  “I-I agree, we should go now.”  Black Star urged, taking the other woman’s hand to help her off the ground.

           “   Oui,  ” Amorette manages to mutter, still holding herself tensely.   Everything hurts, even healed; she’s just sore and the fatigue from having been under Val’s thumb forever has seeped into her bones.   TERROR grips her as she takes the other woman’s hand and shifts onto her feet.   Is he watching ?   Having someone follow her ?   It would be bad enough for her to get hurt, but she doesn’t like the idea of someone else getting hurt just because they were trying to help her.

          There was a time she knew the streets, too.   Everything has changed, though, and … they’re not always safe for her anymore.   The hotel, however ?   Angel has been safe there.   She wants safety and freedom more than anything.   “   I’ll … repay you.   I don’t ‘ave much on me right at the moment, but … but once I get a little more stable and on my feet … or  … maybe you should stay at the ‘otel too ?   ”

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@lcftcult​   /   continued.

          “   Mmmh, ‘appy, that is a strange word for it.   NO’SING makes me ‘appy anymore.   ”    In an instant Amorette’s cigarette was on fire, and a cloud of smoke billowing from between painted lips.           “   This just makes the pain bearable.   ”

   After a hum of thought, looking down at the pitiful little demon next to her, she reached down into her cleavage ; pulling out a roll of bills.   HER CUT from the assignments Val sent her on.           “   No change, but this.   Ten, twenty ?   Or I can just buy whatever you need, if you’re not wasting my money on something stupid.   ”