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Ocean’s 69 (Hell Story)

'''Thorgy Thor was a poor drag queen, forgotten as time passed. She had long since fallen out of the mainstream and into obscurity. Nobody had checked up on Thorgy in months. She had since lost her home and been kicked out onto the streets. She blamed everything on Bob like she always did. The only thing that she held onto besides the clothes on her back was her violin.'''

'''Thorgy was playing her violin in Central Park for tips as she did everyday. The sun was sinking beneath the foggy city skyline. Her aching fingers meant that it was almost time to turn in for the night. A small crowd had amassed around her, crumpled dollar bills filled her cup, reminding her of a time before, when she felt she was on top of the world, standing on stage, with people cheering and throwing their money at her. As her minded drifted, the sweet notes stopped coming from her violin. She looked down and saw the strings of her bow had finally snapped. The crowd dispersed as Thorgy cursed to herself. Angrily tossing her bow to the ground. She reached into her cup to see how much money she had made that night. $14.53. '''

'''She made her way down the still bustling streets of New York to the convenience store that she would visit daily in an endless loop of play violin, buy cheap gross food, sleep, repeat. Two strangers passed her by, talking about New York Fashion Week. Sasha Velour, and other queens were performing there that week.'''

“Oh, Jesus, gross,” Thorgy muttered to herself.

'''How could all of her sisters have such a large platform such as New York Fashion Week while she plays violin for pennies, she thought to herself. Thorgy’s jealousy began to take over as it often did.'''

'''If only she had enough money to afford drag she could be making money again, but with her violin now broken, she had no way of making money. Then the idea hit her, She was going to rob New York Fashion Week and steal the spotlight from her sisters.'''

'''Thorgy waited until the next day to put her plan into action. She waited just around the corner from the venue. She needed to get in and to not be noticed when inside. She walked up closer to the venue and looked around for a way in. It wasn’t long before an annoyed employee walked up to her and asked her what she was doing standing around. She noticed the badge he was wearing that said “Assistant manager”. Thorgy lured him out of sight and knocked him out and stole his badge and clothes to pose as him. '''

'''Thorgy swiped her stolen card at the door to gain access to the crowded room full of people. There were no models or clothes in sight. She blended in perfectly into the crowd as she made her way to another door that led to a quiet hallway. There she saw rows of dressing rooms for celebrities and models. '''

“One of these doors should have my name on it,” she muttered bitterly to herself.

'''Thorgy found her way into a room with racks and racks of clothing. Thorgy gasped as she reached for the clothes, desperately wanting to take it all. She spotted a gorgeous black outfit worth millions of dollars that was presented proudly in the middle of the room. The greedy fashion clown stuffed the outfit and as much of the other clothes as she could into a duffle bag and started to make her way out of New York Fashion Week with millions of dollars in clothing. A security guard stopped her as she exited the room.'''

'''“Are you authorized to be back here? What are you doing with that bag?” He demanded.'''

'''Thorgy pushed past him and made a break for the door only to be tackled by the guard. The two fought for a minute, Thorgy losing her wig in the process. Thorgy got a hold on his gun and managed to hold him up long enough to escape. Thorgy escaped into the night with her duffle bag. She dipped into an alleyway to quickly change into that million dollar outfit that she grabbed, slipping on some glasses to disguise herself to make a quick and seamless escape. Soon enough, police sirens were coming down the road, Thorgy was not about to give up. A police car stopped at both ends of the alley; blocking her in. Officers pointed their guns at her as the blinding red and blue lights illuminated the alleyway.'''

'''“Ma’am drop your weapon,” one officer said through a megaphone. “We want a peaceful resolution”'''

“If I can’t be at New York Fashion Week, then nobody will” she cackled.

'''Thorgy jumped behind a dumpster and started firing. The police fired back and bullets rang in her ears as they hit the wall and dumpster around her.'''

'''“You’ll have to kill me to make me let go of these clothes. I AM the fashion clown.” she yelled.'''

'''A bullet struck Thorgy in the stomach and she collapsed, falling on her side, but still clinging to the bag. Her vision blurred as she faded in and out of consciousness. She bled out in that filthy alley way before she the ambulance showed up.'''

'''Thorgy’s jealousy of others had been her demise, but she went to hell as the most fashionable bad bitch ever. Just like she wanted.'''