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undergrounds2015-07-18 10:42 pm
stauncherhearted) wrote in undergrounds2015-07-18 10:42 pm
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I feel it in the air
[A July catch-all! Pick an option and say hello, or start something more specific in the comments. Hit me up on plurk if you want a specific starter!]
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Option One
Nancy had gotten her start picking pockets as just a child. It was so easy, when you were so close to the ground, to look in purses, to bump into people and distract them while your friend grabbed their wallet or their iPod. Picking pockets wasn't hard at all, if you knew what you were doing.
Shoplifting had come next, as it often did for teenage girls looking for a quick high. It wasn't that for Nancy, unfortunately. It was a way to make money, to get what she wanted. Slide an important object into her purse and no one was any smarter. Wrap a scarf around her neck and pretend she'd been wearing it when she walked in. It was cake.
And okay, yes, it was a great way to get a quick high. This was what brought Nancy to Spittalfields market. It was a busy afternoon, the stalls were bustling, and no one was paying any sort of attention to what a petite girl like her was doing. So a few pieces of jewelry here, a few wallets there- tourists were idiots. They saw the 'Beware Pickpockets' signs and instantly checked where they kept their valuables. Easy marks.
Besides, she had to make up for the first week or so of the month when she'd been holed up in her flat, escaping the Hunt.
Option Two
The Thames was beautiful at night. The lights reflected off the surface, you couldn't tell how dirty it was, either. You could walk along, cross over bridges, watch people stumble home from clubs. There was a lot of time to think, too.
Of course, down by the water anywhere was where you could find her sort. A pair of fish-nets and high-heels, tiny dress. She hadn't had much luck in pubs earlier that evening, so now it was time to wait till bar close, when men started stumbling home, desperate for a woman. That, also happened to be when many vampires chose to feed. And that's where she made the real money.
Option Three
"I'm tired of having these bloody conversations!" Through grit teeth, a petite ginger paced quickly in front of the tube station. "No- no, you stop it.- Stop talking, and let me explain you devil!" On the other end of the line, a man prattled about, his condescending tone loud. If Nancy had been paying attention to him, he assumed so, unaware that, mid-way through his diatribe, she was rolling her eyes.
Finally, she'd had enough. "Listen here; I'm about to get on the tube. I can't talk. I'll come over before work tonight, talk with him- yes, yes, you'll have it, I got it all sorted, you'll have your potions!" Nancy nearly tosses the phone into her purse, violently pressing on her touch-screen to end the call.
"Bloody bastard."
Option Four
Wild card. Make your own, drop me a line, whatever. A few private starters in the comments!
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Option One
Nancy had gotten her start picking pockets as just a child. It was so easy, when you were so close to the ground, to look in purses, to bump into people and distract them while your friend grabbed their wallet or their iPod. Picking pockets wasn't hard at all, if you knew what you were doing.
Shoplifting had come next, as it often did for teenage girls looking for a quick high. It wasn't that for Nancy, unfortunately. It was a way to make money, to get what she wanted. Slide an important object into her purse and no one was any smarter. Wrap a scarf around her neck and pretend she'd been wearing it when she walked in. It was cake.
And okay, yes, it was a great way to get a quick high. This was what brought Nancy to Spittalfields market. It was a busy afternoon, the stalls were bustling, and no one was paying any sort of attention to what a petite girl like her was doing. So a few pieces of jewelry here, a few wallets there- tourists were idiots. They saw the 'Beware Pickpockets' signs and instantly checked where they kept their valuables. Easy marks.
Besides, she had to make up for the first week or so of the month when she'd been holed up in her flat, escaping the Hunt.
Option Two
The Thames was beautiful at night. The lights reflected off the surface, you couldn't tell how dirty it was, either. You could walk along, cross over bridges, watch people stumble home from clubs. There was a lot of time to think, too.
Of course, down by the water anywhere was where you could find her sort. A pair of fish-nets and high-heels, tiny dress. She hadn't had much luck in pubs earlier that evening, so now it was time to wait till bar close, when men started stumbling home, desperate for a woman. That, also happened to be when many vampires chose to feed. And that's where she made the real money.
Option Three
"I'm tired of having these bloody conversations!" Through grit teeth, a petite ginger paced quickly in front of the tube station. "No- no, you stop it.- Stop talking, and let me explain you devil!" On the other end of the line, a man prattled about, his condescending tone loud. If Nancy had been paying attention to him, he assumed so, unaware that, mid-way through his diatribe, she was rolling her eyes.
Finally, she'd had enough. "Listen here; I'm about to get on the tube. I can't talk. I'll come over before work tonight, talk with him- yes, yes, you'll have it, I got it all sorted, you'll have your potions!" Nancy nearly tosses the phone into her purse, violently pressing on her touch-screen to end the call.
"Bloody bastard."
Option Four
Wild card. Make your own, drop me a line, whatever. A few private starters in the comments!
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Nancy nods. "Don't worry- I've got enough VT to kill a man, and heard plenty of warnings." SHe'd never run into him, luckily. But Cooper on Fae Blood was bad enough.
"Spent the whole first week of the month being watched- that was loads of fun. Got to the point where I couldn't leave my apartment, with the bloody Hunt." Which brought her to here, working more than usual to make up for all the time she'd missed babysitting, or being babysat.
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"I might have to take you out for a night, then." He could show her a time, and it wouldn't really do much but make her happy, but she deserved at least that much, didn't she? It was rare he cared about someone enough to try. He knew she fancied him, she wasn't adept at hiding it, and while he was far too old to really connect with her, it didn't mean he couldn't take her out for a night. It might even be interesting, something he was always searching for.
"Good girl," he said approvingly, though perhaps a bit ironically considering what he was. He just thought it was important she be careful, especially considering how she made her living. His kind weren't known for their self control, especially recent turns. He frowned a bit at the idea she was kept inside by the hunt. "It's over now, isn't it?" He should have kept more of an eye on the date. He seemed oddly happy at the thought, but he brushed it off quickly. "Must have gone mad locked inside."
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"I was- absolutely miserable." She'd spent some of the time trying to get better at video games to impress the boys, but that proved to be fruitless. So instead, she'd studied, practiced a few spells and charms. Following that, she'd had to play babysitter to a fully-grown vampire, but there was no need to sorry Killian about that.
"Where would you want to take me?" Hopefully, it involved dancing.
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He laughs at her curiosity, though it isn't unkind. "I could tell you, but it'd be better as a surprise, don't you say?" He did know how to delight a lady, he was very practiced at it. Dancing, going out for dinner, perhaps a show... He'd think of something. She'd likely take it more seriously than he did, but he was good company when he wanted to be. "I'd offer to see you home, but I figure you're here for a reason." He was probably keeping away business with his conversation.
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She beams. "Well you're right. We'll have to do it soon, catch up." It'd be nice, to spend some time with a handsome man, make her feel like maybe she could still be a proper lady.
That gets a laugh. "You're right, unfortunately. Like I said, got to make up for lost time, if I don't want to have to sleep with my land lord." She'd had to do it before, and despite her job, she really freaking hated sleeping with him.
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"You need a penny for rent, darling, I've got a few to spare." It was rare he bothered to be charitable, but he doubted the offer would get him far. She didn't seem one for charity, even if he had plenty of money. More than he could ever hope to spend. With that, he gave her a slight nod. "Take care of yourself, Nancy. I'll ring you soon about a night out."
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Still with a smile, she pointed a well-manicured nail at him. "You better. I won't forget, you know." And he knew it. "You take care, too."