《Placebo Effect》Chapter | 1.0 | The Impossible
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~ZAPppp~
~GLITchhh~
Its dark, my first winter here, but I never expected it to feel as realistic as I’ve seen in the history books… So this is what the cold feels like… I don’t hate it, but I think I like the autumn season more…
~ ~ SCRRRRRE~~~AAAAAAAAAAAA~~~CCccCC~~~~HHHHHHHH!!! ~ ~
OMG, SHUT THE HELL UP!! Gheezus, I knew I lived in a shoddy area, but still wtf is this, its like I’m in a hard drive! Constant cracking and sparking! Damn it! Fuck, I barely sleep at night because of this crap, and now I have to go in early. Man, fuck this!
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Wires cracked, split and fissured along the crevice of the walls as he walked alone along the cobbled street in the morning darkness. The wires were embedded within the buildings, this is the norm for impoverished establishments; however this area isn’t known for it’s picturesque views, city scapes, flamboyant water features, nor the flourishing social spots and economical businesses. On the contrary, the Swallow is a place not many can endure. It’s below bottom of the barrel homes welcomed beggars and homed squatters. Tricksters, deceivers, fraudsters, on the runners are all embraced; in order to get by here all you need to do is be able to bamboozle the best, and canoodle with the worst. Everyone is welcome as long you can protect whats yours. Besides that, everything is fair game.
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The Swallow is a dirty area no one visits unless you want to get off grid, most people consider it inhabitable, but me I like that I’m able to have my space, it doesn’t help that I’m in crippling debt, but I like to think thats not the only reason I'm here. If I want money, I can get money, I just choose not to… The best attention, is no attention… The less I’m known and the more I mix in the better my life is… If they knew who I was—
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A familiar sound from a distance quickly became louder as it approached.
“—AYY TAAAAAXI!” Yelled the young man.
~SCHEEEEEEEE~
~CHachhak~
The taxi swiftly halted as the passenger got in.
“WOOWH WOH WOOH! NOW HOLD ON A DAMN MINUTE YOU GRUBBY SNOT!”
Yelled the taxi driver, his passenger was quickly seated, belt buckled in a flash!
“7C YOU CAVE MAN!” yelled back the passenger.
“WHATCHA CALL ME YA ‘OMELESS GOOD FAH NOTHIN!”
~KICK~ STOMP~ The passenger kicked the back of the taxi drivers seat in retaliation.
“I SAID GO, YOU OLD FART! 7TH CYCLONE! 7C! DO YOU HEAR ME OR DOES YOUR HEARING AID NEED ADJUSTING?!”
“OI OI, YOU BETTA SHUT IT, BEFORE I BUZZ YA OUT OV HERE! I ‘EARD YA THA FIRST TIME, YA CRAZY BASTARD!”
“Seriously, why do I have to shout every time I see you, I’ll end up killing you from high blood pressure!” Replied the passenger as the journey began.
“I’ll die from a glitch before I see your ugly mug in death!”
“Pppshh, no shit! You’ll be lucky if the last face you see IS mine! The ladies don’t complain, they love some of this shit!”
“Coz thats your only redeemable feature! Yah broke, so the least they can get from you’s is some aesthetically pleasing sex! Oi, and my age aint nothing but the power of resentment. You’ll be lucky if you can even live to my age, ya shitty youth!”
“Ouch! Do you kiss your wife with such a crude tongue?”
“Lucky for me, she’s dead.”
“Ohh… my bad… sor—“
“It's ight, she was an horrible women anyway!”
“Oh…”
“CAT GOT YA TONGUE!? First time I see ya speechless!”
“You know what Zad, you’ve actually gone and done the impossible… ”
The dark is never a place to be alone, mysterious things seem to keep happening here... I need to know more! I wonder if Zad’s noticed too?... Thought the young man.
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