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Post by skyeknight on Nov 8, 2017 19:58:15 GMT
"I want..."
What did he want? His head was already starting to swim from the drinks. Not drunk yet, but certainly well on his way. Tipsy. Cruella would see that as a weakness. He could ask for the crystals, but those were out of his price range. Cruella probably dealt in black market things, right? Lady like her with powers like hers, who let her 'girls' eat their clients? He already had booze. He could ask for drugs, but he knew how to make those himself. To be honest, it was probably safer if he did because who knew what her girls cut things with? Then trinkets, perhaps? But no. He didn't know what Cruella had. He could make all the demands in the world, but unless she had it (and providing he could pay) it wouldn't happen.
"What have you got?" he asked.
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 9, 2017 18:00:56 GMT
Cruella’s lips became her feral smile of delight. The teeth glistened at the points. Her head rolled back and from the very bottom of her chest emerged a hysterical cackle that reverberated from the bar. She doubled over in her seat, head bowing to her naval. She rose, the laugh quieting to chuckles.
“What do I have? Darling, mommy’s money bought me more than just the way to live a dream. For a price, a bit can be yours. Rooms, drugs, all the fabulousness.”
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 9, 2017 19:15:50 GMT
"A room." he decided. "Not for tonight, but if I need one."
In case things went south and he needed to make a run for it. A place to lie low for a few days before... before what? He wasn't sure. But Cruella wasn't the type to ask questions. If he paid, she would likely turn a blind eye to anything he could and would do. No offense to Moses, but a room here was likely better than the cramped basement he was staying in - with no electricity and no water. It was going to be a miserable little hell hole come winter. At least here, he had a roof over his head, a place to eat and booze.
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 9, 2017 22:32:13 GMT
In a quick flick, a new book was thrown out. Disguised as an expensive wallet was a note pad filled with notes on her non pleasure rentals. Lilith’s information was the only name on the list. It would be a matter of time before demons found it a hovel.
“This is not a bed and breakfast. Don’t expect complementary meals or drinks. You are here for hiding and that’s that. I’ll expect a monthly rent of 600. Is that in your price?”
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 10, 2017 2:37:34 GMT
"For just a room?" Vanitas snorted before countering. "$300 and I work odd jobs for you."
Well, she certainly cut to the chase. Luckily he wasn't stone cold drunk otherwise any offer might have seemed like a good one. He might have laughed and pointed out she was trying to liquor up a client before making a deal, except for the fact that was actually a clever thing to do. Drunks were easy to take advantage of. Even easier to swindle. Only he knew he had more to offer than just money. He couldn't exactly get a job anywhere else. Not when he was what he was. Even before he tried killing his way to the top, no one would hire him because no one trusted a demon.
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 10, 2017 5:24:15 GMT
"$350 and you get the room and a job as an assistant to my pack. Our last one was too much of a coward."
Coward was an understatement. The man had peed his pants more than a male were did when they were anxious. As such it took several bottles of very expensive air freshener, along with stink hiding glamour, to keep people from getting sick at just the odor. Cleaning it up was even worse for the runts sad enough in the position. Vanitas had confidence about him that would keep anyone from touching the pack without getting beaten. If the girls were too timid or not in the feral mood, he could take the hits for them. The compromise was perfect.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 10, 2017 14:07:46 GMT
"And I went in on some of your deals." he said.
If he was going to keep paying for a room, he would actually have to make some sort of money. Granted, Moses was going to hate this. It was probably nine different shades of illegal. But at least the half demon wouldn't be able to turn the money down. Vanitas would have earned it. He wouldn't sneer over his 'blood money'. Cruella had no problems taking his money, even if it was obtained in less than savory methods. Not bad for his first job interview. He got a place to crash and a job all in one night, depending on how well negotiations went. Cruella seemed to know he could do the job she was offering him.
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 12, 2017 5:00:24 GMT
Cruella wrinkled her nose. In on her deals? Having someone judging her every step? That was a lot to allow a demon who may or may not be wanted by the cops. If she went to Constantine, or to that new man on the block Roman, it would spell trouble. Yet, as a businesswoman, she knew to find a compromise.
“You can be in charge of making sure my deals follow through. I hate cleaning out the dirt from my fingernails.”
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 12, 2017 16:26:48 GMT
"So... what? Your personal tax collector?" he guffawed.
To be fair, he would be good at the job. He had scared quite a few people into giving him things he wanted, even when they didn't want to. There was a thai restaurant that served him whatever he wanted because he had literally beat the owner's son almost to death. It wouldn't be a bad job for him. And if he got a portion off the top, depending on who owed this woman what, he would be able to make a living.
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 13, 2017 21:57:24 GMT
Cruella laughed grimly. “In a manner of speaking.” She snapped her pin shut, “just replace boring phone calls with in person death threats. Now,” she snapped the checkbook shut and slipped him one of her cards, “If you’ll excuse me, I have business elsewhere. Do call me darling.” With a flip of her Selkie pelt coat, Cruella sauntered off.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 14, 2017 0:49:06 GMT
And just like that, Vanitas had a job and a place to call his own. He snorted into the last of his drink. Not bad for a half drunk demon like him. Granted this was no choir boy work. He would be getting his hands dirty. But he couldn't keep hiding for the rest of his life. Well, actually, all this depended on whether or not Moses could negotiate something with Pitch. The stupid halfling was probably incriminating himself five ways from Sunday for 'harboring a fugitive' and might face a sentence himself. Which Vanitas didn't want. The last thing Moses needed were humans hounding him day in an day out in prison for being what he was.
"Yeah, yeah, not like you're hard to miss lady," he dismissed.
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 14, 2017 3:21:03 GMT
((End thread))
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