Scream at the skyDirk hated doing the lady fortune-teller gig in the backs of pubs. Usually it was a last resource to make some quick money after somebody with a baseball bat came around to remind him of money he'd borrowed. He did them dressed as a woman just to preserve his dignity. As long as he'd shaved that morning, behind the thick glasses and with his head well wrapped in a scarf, he could pass for a really ugly, overweight, older woman. The advantage to passing for an ugly woman was that no one ever tried to look close enough to realize he was actually a man, and he'd only ever been recognized for himself once.*He didn't enjoy cross-dressing, at all
The young Svlad Cjelli accusedThey had taken his red hat, and, perhaps more inhumane still they had taken his cigarettes. Svlad Cjelli sat on the edge of his cot and stared at the far well, mouth twisting continuously in a low mutter. He'd spent a while being in shock, then frittered away some time with denial, and eventually descended into the depths of rage at the unfairness of the universe until it left him feeling drained and shaky.That had eaten up a couple of hours, at least.Now he was going over names, trying to come up with a new moniker to use as soon as he got out. It was already abundantly clear to him that no matter how innocent he truly was, no amount of
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