Leah closed her eyes and rested the cold metal of the gun on her head. It was always this way when she finished a mission. Going back to a dark old room, washing the blood off her hands, and contemplating the life she just took.
Anders Peterson SOHO. Turning his direct and unflinching gaze to the streets of Soho, Petersen produced a series which is both penetrating and sensitive to his subjects. His intimate, diaristic style of coarse black and white photography captures the essence of today's Soho while drawing you back into the depths of its history.
She applied her crimson lipstick and put it down, she looked in the mirror. She took a deep breath. What she was about to do, it was unthinkable. She put him,white lace gloves on and tucked a strand of hair back. She then grabbed her small hand-carry purse and walked out of the room, her heels clacking and her presence fading.
(Open RP, be him.)"You have to pretend to be in love with me. You have to hold my hand and I, you." He told me I have no choice. Our parents had arranged our marriage and we were obliged to do it. We walked into a hotel in Paris. He gets a honeymoon suite and we walk up. I walk into the room. I set my bag down and sit down at the table while he lays down on the bed shirtless while I try not to stare.