Home smells alittle fishy...

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She makes herself at home in the office of an old abandoned fishery, a stones throw away from the Gunwharf Quay's. The office is spartan and has nothing but a desk and a chair. She unpackes her little satchal and continues searching the boarded up fishery.

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Meggan looks about the place and decides its time she clean up. Soon enough, she finds a few sets of shower stalls. She steps to the side and turns the nobs. The pipes groan and creak under the pressure before spitting and sputtering out muddy rusty water. Moments later, the rusty water turns clear. It seems the water works were forgotten about.

She slowly disrobes and washes her clothes out in the frigid water. Unfortunately there was no hot water to be had. She hung her clothes out on a rack to drip dry and then stepped into the cold stream of shower water.

Her body responded with immediate shock for the water was very cold, she looked about and found an old bar of have used soap. She grabbed it and began to scrub her toned hard body. A hard life had built a hard body for her. She scrubbed out the deep scars on her left arm and scrubbed at the remaining scars that peppered her pale skin from the neck down.

She very quickly got out of the shower and chuckled at how the water had made her nips as hard as two small rocks. She grabbed her blanket out of her bag and dried off in it and then hung it up on the rack to dry.

She grabbed her undercloths and a pair of thin worn trousers, and a black turtleneck sweater, and got herself dressed. She finally put her badly worn shoes on and headed back out the same window she came in.

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She had come in fro the Quays and was laying down on the makeshift bed, sore and sick. She screamed, "What the hell is wrong with me!!!" but the only answer was the echos of her own voice.
She began to cry and again the blood tears came. She mumbled as she cried, " I only wish I knew what is wrong with *Sob* me."...
She opened the upper drawer and removed something fairly long and wrapped in white guass. She unwrapped it carefully and withdrew a wicked looking stilletto blade. She kissed the blade and then dragged it across the skin on her left side. The skin broke smoothly leaving Meggan wincing in pain. Dark blood pooled on her side and then ran down. She caught herself tasting the saltyness of her own blood, and then she shook it off. Less than an inch up, she worked the blade again and this time deeper than the first. The pain brought more tears but this time they were tears that would comfort her and take her mind off of her hellish exsistence. She was so hungary and so tired, prehaps she would die. She wished she would.

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She reached in the drawer as the blood from her side began to pool on the desktop, and grabbed her gauss pads and medical tape. She covered the wound roughly and taped it to her side. She then lay there starring off into the fishery dwelling in her pain and now numbness.

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She lays there on the desk for several hours. Starring off into nothing, concentrating on feeling nothing. She looks up and feels herself sticking to the desk.
The blood that had pooled up around her was cold and thick. It made a wet ripping sound as she rose up off the desk, her skin sticking to the desk top.

She walk to the shower room and turns it on. She stepps into the shower , fully clothed and lets the water splash over her weary body.
She watchs as her blood swirls in a spiral down the drain.

She finally snaps too as the frigid water begins to make her skin tingle.

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She cleans up and decides that maybe the cool night air will help her feel alittle better, so she dresses in her only pair of slacks and a deep blue turtleneck sweater and her new shoes and she slips out of the fishery and heads along the shoreline walking slowly and carefully.

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Meggan strolls back in and seems to gather her stuff up, thoughing it into a backpack and she slips back out of the fish place and disappears into the darkness.