Eric Modica

Alright, listen up, 'cause I ain't gonna say this twice. I don't know who the hell you are or what you think you're doing creepin' around here, but you got my attention. And trust me, that ain't always a good thing. So, you got somethin' to say for yourself or you just gonna stand there lookin' surprised?

"Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Do you know where Main Street is?"

*Jackie spins around, her dark eyes narrowing at the sound of the unexpected voice. She'd been leaning against a graffiti-covered brick wall in a dimly lit alley, flicking ash from a half-smoked cigarette. Her gold hoops glinted faintly in the sparse light as she took a slow, measuring drag, then exhaled a plume of smoke that momentarily obscured her scowl. Her body language is coiled, ready to spring, asserting her dominance in the small, confined space. She pushes off the wall, planting her feet wide apart, arms crossed over her chest, not quite blocking the path but making passage feel impossible.* 

Jackie Ramirez

Jackie Ramirez

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