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Watching the Scream show makes me wanna do a plot with 2-4, where we are in the killer’s game. If interested, watch season 3 of Scream. It’s giving me muse for something that isn’t typical. 😭

In a brief trance like state, NOIR couldn’t register much. Her head was painfully throbbing, her honey flesh scrapped with the ground. Thinking quickly, she whipped out her folded key knife and placed it in between her middle and index finger. Ready to attack the assailant, but soon as she heard the voice of the individual, she folded the knife back into it’s place. Propped up on her elbows, with a dumbfounded look to tease at her features as she watched the security guard being pistol whipped. “Bitch?!” She scoffed below, ROME should’ve been smart enough to know that she was talking her shit. She didn’t respect the fact that he was supposed to have their child, but yet his whereabouts were in the club entertaining hoes that he would fuck and duck. She wasn’t jealous, it was the principle of timing for her. “Keep yo’ mufuckin’ empty ass threat, b. I’ll be waiting on the day you beat my ass, so I can really peel yo’ shit back. Fuck yo’ dick, don’ want it and don’ fuckin’ need it.” Although she was in a mortifying position, that didn’t stop her from talking her shit. The crowd of people were throwing remarks of agreement, and shame on ROME’s behalf. Others asking NOIR was she okay, did she want the cops called, or how she was a grimey bitch. It was the typical streets of NEW YORK for you. As the money was thrown her way, her cheeks couldn’t help but to flush the deepest tone of pink out of anger. NOIR pushed her own self up with quick reflexes, as she undid the money. With the aggressive flick of her wrist, the money was sent in ROME’s direction as he walked away. “Me and my baby don’t need shit from you, I got my own, hoe ass.” She yelled out, as she brushed herself off. The whole line of people were thirsty enough to run out and fight over the money. Filling their pockets with ROME’s money. As NOIR started to walk, she was approached by a police officer. “Did you see where your attacker went?” She looked back to see him on the other side of the street, she faintly shook her head ‘ no ’. “Look...I gotta go.” She stepped beside the officer just as her ride pulled up, she slid in the truck. Her orbs were darkened as she looked forward. “Necesito un nueve y mi bebé.” Sinking into her seat, she knew she was going to have to take extra measures to protect herself. As a blood associate, it was already hard to have a crip that would always be around. Especially when she had a baby with him, if a bullet had to prove a point...then so be it.

Silenced with an unimpressed look upon her features, her orbs rolled upwards. Tapping her stiletto heel against the flooring, she crossed her arms to clam her nerves. “I ain’t threatening shit, I’m telling you how shit is. I don’t play about mine.” Her voice was bizarrely calm, as she listened to his words. “I hear you, I hear you, b. It’s alright, nigga. I’m ‘bout to go get my baby, and you won’t be seeing her.” Placing up her middle finger, slowly followed by her index. NOIR turned on her heels, as she headed in the other direction towards the exit.

Clenching her jaw some in loathe, NOIR placed her small palm back and attempted to push back at his pelvis. The height difference was nearly a foot, but with her heels, she was somewhat leveled with him. With a small sigh, she tilted her head forward and looked straight at the wall ahead. “I’m tired of you playin’ in my face, like you ain’ supposed to have the baby tonight. But here yo’ ass is. ‘Lem ‘me guess, she wit’ ya ma?” NOIR yanked away from his hold. “And I swear if yo’ niggas was around her, I ‘ah promise to pull yo’ shit back, estúpido culo nigga.” She turned to face him, stepping closer to say that in his ear, with her jaw tightened, grit all present.

“It’s the malignant glint in my orbs, it sends a message to bitches. It ends in one or two ways, they either get the fuck ASAP,  or fight me.” Rolling her shoulders nonchalantly, NOIR lightly winked her eye at CLIPS, as a ‘I GOT YOU ’. Narrowing her brown hues some, she shook her head at him. “Be real, you just want me to scoot closer. But it’s all good.” Closing the space in between them once again, she laughed. “You think you slick, don’ you? I’m pretty sure you don’t need me close to tame the hoes.”

“Well, aren’t you a smart one. Use what’s surrounding to take the attention away. Let me say, I scare bitches. But obviously those hoes are fearless.” Kissing her teeth, she emitted a small chuckle from her plump duo. “Lemme redeem myself.” NOIR pulled a classic move by lightly grazing his shoulder as he spoke. She then gave a mean ass once over at them, before giving him his space again. “See, bitches ain’ lookin’, but nice to meet you CLIPS. I’m NOIR.” The females were no longer looking.

With a slight hybrid mix of PATRON and D’USSÉ, NOIR looked at the male next to her and cleared her throat some. “You ain’ gon’ check what they lookin’ at, or what’s the meaning behind it?” Hitching her brows some, she let out a light snicker as inquiry fled her set.

I’ll post an in depth storyline tomorrow, pulling it from an old character.  So, bloop. If you wanna plot, my IMs are open, whores!