Depraved Degradation (Closed)

[Woe_Foe]

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Name: Joanne Thomson
Age: 19
Height: 5'10"
Cup size: 38 DDD

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My mother was someone to be admired for sure. Not only was she a single mother who managed to raise me well throughout my nineteen years of life, but she was also the best damn reporter in the country. She's been all over the world and covered countless events; tragedies or otherwise. I loved her and since I was a little girl, I wanted to be just like her. She was like Superman really; she always got out of harm's way like it was nothing. While my dear mother approved at the beginning, when I was a humble junior high student leading the journalism club, she began to go against the idea once I got sent home by two cops after I tried sneaking into the school after dark. The food at the cafeteria was prepared well after the expiration date and they they know it!

Anyway, I went on to attend UCLA in communications. I was hot headed and knew that I had what it takes to become a big-shot news reporter. My professors, already during my freshman year, were incredibly impressed by my works. However, despite my successes, I wanted more. I knew that there was no shortage of stories to report in a city like Los Angeles and I was hungry to find them!

It wasn't until I read a news report (from Amelia Thomson, my mother of all people) about Skid Row and the emerging drug and sex trafficking ring that I knew where to go. Dressed up in a leather jacket and denim shorts, I got on my vehicle of choice and headed out. Sure, it wasn't safe but that never stopped me before. Besides, I knew my city like the back of my hand and with my trusty Harley Davidson, I could get out of harm's way in no time at all.

I knew all the tell-tale signs of when something was going on and throughout my 10 PM drive around Skid Row...I knew that the news report was a load of malarkey, as Joe Biden would say. I was settled into just going back to campus, when suddenly I felt that I was being followed.

I glanced back as I pressed on the gas and saw a figure on a motorcycle, tailing me behind. Worst of all, he had something in his hand...

Wait, was that a video recorder?

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[StFornicate]

It didn't take long for the girl on the Harley to attract some attention to herself. Riding through such a rough part of town on such a loud vehicle was sure to raise some eyebrows, and within moments of her crossing into my domain, I was made aware of it.

My eyes on the ground kept close tabs on her, of course, as she made her circuit. We traced her license plates back to her identity; her mom was some hotshot international reporter, the same one who'd recently done an expose on our delapidated, drug-infested neighborhood, and caused us all manner of headaches with a short-lived increase in police patrols.

Further research revealed that she was a student, at UCLA, and a journalism major. So, she was either just some college kid looking to score some drugs, or she was digging for a story.

Not being one to take chances, I bet on the second option. I sent my thugs after her; brutal, sadistic bastards on rice-rockets, they had no problem catching up to her, even filming her live and sending me the feed on my big screen.

This would be very entertaining, I thought, as two more bikes joined the lone follower, off of side streets, and roared up along on either side of her. I chuckled as they flashed their nine millimeter pistols at her from their belts, motioning for her to pull off up ahead...

 

[Woe_Foe]

*VROOM*

My engine roared as I sped through the streets and desperately tried to find the quickest path to the inner downtown district of LA. I was faster than them but they were numerous and I was afraid that any minute now, one would come at me from an alleyway or something. My heart pounded and I glanced back to see how far they were from me.

As it turns out? Not far enough.

I saw them get frustrated and eventually, they pulled out some handguns. I wasn't sure of their accuracy, but I wasn't willing to take the risk. I slowed my motorcycle down for them to catch up and I took off my helmet...

Here's hoping that I had my mom's way of getting out of a mess...