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Post by skyeknight on Oct 4, 2017 18:00:20 GMT
Vanitas had stayed under the police radar for months. Until that little upstart cop Yang caught Moses and followed him to where Vanitas was hiding. Moses simply hadn't been careful enough. He did, however, manage to get her to give them more time. Her threats to expose Vanitas were serious. But Vanitas' offer to turn himself over was also serious. As much as he enjoyed Moses' company, he wasn't living. He had simply exchanged one prison cell for another with better company and shittier accommodations. Nothing against Moses, but no one could truly live in a dusty musty basement with no heat or running water. Food was only brought to him by Moses which would be noticed at some point that Moses was buying for two. The stupid Halfling still refused Vanitas' money.
Moses would be going to Pitch soon, to explain everything, try to negotiate something. This was his last night of freedom. He wanted to make the most of it. Since he wouldn't be with Moses, he would have to settle for getting himself drunk one last time. The only bar he could go to was Mina's. Which was the only bar he wouldn't be arrested on the spot. Likely because there were people just as shady as he was in there. His kind of establishment. The bouncer barely gave him a second glance, which was good. He was likely to punch someone out until he got that first drink into him. He passed the dance floor and all the scantily clad women and went straight to he bar.
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Post by Zuyuri on Oct 23, 2017 15:44:10 GMT
Blood red numbers were scratched on the check Cruella was writing. Surprisingly, it was a slow evening. The only people coming in had been survivors of the Grey Dawn incident, wanting to pawn off whatever Sapien had been smuggled - the Sapien that was concocted to last longer than the prescribed 48 hr limit. She sipped her blood infused red wine and tore the check, slipping it into her hidden files for criminal payments. A young man had sat at the bar, caddycorner from her place, ordering a screwdriver. Something about the lad seemed familiar, but she decided talking with him would be an invasion of privacy. Yet...he was alone.
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Post by skyeknight on Oct 23, 2017 20:45:04 GMT
Vanitas' fingers impatiently drummed against the bar top. He only had so much time before Pitch came looking for him. Moses was a terrible liar on the best of days, let alone confronting a freaking cop about hiding away a murderer from his 'best friend'. He hadn't even lied to Yang. He had outright called Vanitas his boyfriend straight to Yang's face. The look of betrayal on Yang's face might have been something that would have amused Vanitas once, but instead this brought forth feelings. Which wasn't good. Because he didn't do feelings. Demons who started doing that went soft. Just like Pitch. He shook his head and snarled.
"Today!" he barked at the bartender.
Who seemed to be happy to take their miserable time with his goddamned drink.
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Post by Zuyuri on Oct 23, 2017 21:47:33 GMT
A slacking bartender? Cruella’s eyes glittered, their dark irises gleaming with her rage. He had been so good until now. She snapped her checkbook shut, glaring at the tender wiping a shaker lazily. Her white teeth sharpened and she stage whispered,
“Vincent! Do you want your paycheck lowered? Get the man his drink!”
Like he had woken from a bad dream and then snapped from a nightmare, the tender Vincent grabbed the ingredients for a screwdriver, mixing quickly.
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Post by skyeknight on Oct 24, 2017 2:49:06 GMT
The woman's hiss had snapped the waiter out of the day dream he was prancing through and he started mixing like his life depended on it. It probably did. If the woman didn't kill him, Vanitas might have. The drink was set down before him. A wary glance spared for him and then for the woman not far off before the bartender all but fled. Vanitas wondered if he wasn't shitting himself about then. The woman was clearly dangerous enough to spur the man into action, whereas Vanitas was the type to vent his angers slowly and painfully.
"Thanks," he said slowly.
He didn't thank people often or generally at all. The word felt strange on his tongue. It seemed Moses' bad habits were rubbing off on him again.
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Post by Zuyuri on Oct 26, 2017 17:10:15 GMT
Cruella fired a dirty glare at the bartender as he shuffled away. Slow nights was no excuse to leave customers waiting. It was an establishment built on class. Dingy demons had to learn to keep their pay. She was about to sip her wine when the hesitant thanks of the demon boy caught her hypersensitive ears.
She set the wine glass down and swirled the liquid. The subtle iron wafted from the oaky cherry tastes.
“A good businesswoman ensures everyone gets respect. We take high pride in serving everyone at the same speed,”
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Post by skyeknight on Oct 27, 2017 13:55:52 GMT
"Please, this has nothing to do about respect. You just don't want your customers going somewhere else," he snorted.
That's all there was to it. Customer loyalty was important here. If service was bad, customers had options to go to other places, granted, Vanitas didn't. He could huff and puff and growl about how bad everything is, but this was his final night of freedom. He was spending it getting shitfaced. Or at least trying to. He wasn't likely to get far if service was slow. It also wasn't like Moses let him spend what little money he had to his name anywhere else. Hard to do when you were in hiding. He shook his head before taking a drink. His nose wrinkled. Not bad, but not good either. He needed something stronger perhaps before he let himself dip into the truly trashy drinks.
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Post by Zuyuri on Oct 27, 2017 17:13:46 GMT
Cruella soaked the insult in. Normally she would sent her girls to attack anyone who had defied her. All that mattered was he didn’t hurt her hard work on Mina. She sipped her wine to mull his reactions. “Adamant, aren’t we?” Cruella quipped. “They can go anywhere else but they’ll come to bad mixers and seizure enduring lights.”
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Post by skyeknight on Oct 27, 2017 18:58:21 GMT
"And what makes you so sure?" Vanitas sneered.
Normally, those were reasons why people didn't come back. They didn't want to wait for their drinks or pay through the nose for shitty food. They wanted instant gratification. Good food, good drinks at the snap of a finger. Any bar could be dark and shady as they wanted, but customer service, no questions asked was the more important part of the deal. Granted, that was about as much as Vanitas knew about businesses except for where to find the cash register and how to scare the clients into forking over their valuables. But even that wasn't enough to appeal to him. After escaping prison, he was spiraling down a hole of apathy. He didn't know what do with himself. He couldn't keep killing. His schemes had all failed. Humans were still dominant in the city. He had turned himself in - at Moses' request - and was doing it again because Moses wished it.
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Post by Zuyuri on Oct 28, 2017 2:41:24 GMT
"Simple. In this part of town, shitty servers end up on the platter, not the food itself, and that sends the bloody health inspectors to close the place down. One look or smell of rancid meat and the people shit their pants." Cruella waved her hand dismissively.
And she wasn't lying. The "disappearances" in Garcon Perdu were usually covered up by cleaners. Most of the time it had been her pack doing the work in hiding the bodies, staging it to look like an accident or so on. Vampires would drink sodas lined with the blood of the killed victim. The best part? She hadn't gotten caught. There had been near misses and some of her pack had gotten thrown in jail, but a quick sweep of her hypnosis or a well -written bail had gotten them back home. Speaking of checks, she still had to scribble down the numbers in the whole leftover Sapien dealing. The vat would supply her up to a few weeks. She could give a sample to a magician to try and replicate and thus keep herself out of the issue.
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Post by skyeknight on Oct 29, 2017 0:52:22 GMT
"Well, that's one way of taking care of a problem." he shrugged.
Nothing different from what he used to do. When he had plotted to try to kill all humans, he killed anyone who got in his way. Even the cop that had been the catalyst to his downfall. Terrance Nobel. If he hadn't messed with that one cop, he probably would have gotten away with it. He could have turned the city into a haven for Others. Without a human in sight. It would have been nice, but now, after he had already tasted his failure, he realized now his plans had been stupid. Humans never would have let this city go to the Others.
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Post by Zuyuri on Oct 30, 2017 23:50:12 GMT
Cruella chuckled. The worst way to tell when she was happy or unapologetic about something so gruesoe such as the talk of murder was when she did let out the grim, low chuckle that came from her throat. Her girls knew she had been successful in a transaction or in getting someone who had crossed the path if she did let out such a low cackle. Her gloved hand came forward.
"Forgive me, it seems I have not introduced myself to someone of such talent for sarcasm. Cruella D'enfer. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
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Post by skyeknight on Oct 31, 2017 2:25:08 GMT
"Vanitas." He said slowly.
He wasn't sure if he could get a read on the old broad. One second, she's hissing down the neck of her own employee, the next she casually mentioned eating people. Like they were talking about the weather or something. She was surprisingly open. After all, loose lips sink ships. She didn't know him from anyone. He could have been an undercover cop (though the mere thought made him nauseous just thinking about it). He downed the last of his first drink, waving over the barkeep again. The man was more prompt the second time around. Perhaps because his boss was watching.
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Post by Zuyuri on Oct 31, 2017 5:53:50 GMT
"...Can't say I've seen you around before. Well, correction, the name's been thrown about."
It was the truth. The name Vanitas had been thrown about, but it was only from girls when they were in their dressing rooms. Had it been some pop star that the girls were obsessing over? Cruella didn't give much thought to it. Yet, a raven haired man with the odor of a demon, giving her the name heard through gossip and whispers, was gracing the Mina with his presence.
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Post by skyeknight on Oct 31, 2017 15:10:10 GMT
"I'm so flattered," he said, sarcasm dripping from every word.
He rolled his eyes and turned back to his drink. This lady sure was talkative. She either had something to say or she didn't. People didn't just strike up a conversation with him because they were feeling friendly. Granted, he was constantly paranoid. Either way, he wasn't sober enough for a conversation. He finished his second drink, waving over the barkeep again. His intent was to get himself absolutely shitfaced. He was well on his way, or so he felt, especially when the third drink was set down in front of him.
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