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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2014 13:42:17 GMT
It was getting late in the hours, three forty am, to be precise. Marina was just finished with cultivating a new girl when she got a call from her assistant, who usually did his job lurking around her office.
She spoke slowly, eyes never leaving the girl with the wide, sorry eyes and the grimy skin.
"Yes, yes I'll come. Mr. Primo's sent his beloved nephew to come pick it up, of course I'll be there." She says, now yanking the frail girl to her feet. Now, Marina never knew what to say to the ones who tried to escape. The I told you so, once a whore, always a whore tactic was a classic, but evidently it didn't bring everyone back. Not willingly, anyway.
Dragging the wretched girl by the ear back to the brothel, she stopped at the entrance; seeing as it was a short walk, and the girl had a broken ankle which meant she couldn't get anywhere quick, making it a short walk back.
A head of blue caught her sights.
"Ah, isn't it Jamie?" She cooed, smiling, throwing the bag of bones inside without batting her eyelashes. "It's so good to see you, hm?"
JAMIE MARTINELLI
//idek what this post is its all over the place sry
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 0:32:05 GMT
He could barely feel the sidewalk beneath his feet - he had to look down and watch his feet striking ground to make sure he was actually walking and not just drifting, carried by the wind. All he could feel was his headache - he felt light as air, but his mind was full of pebbles and static that made his head heavy and his neck sore.
He had almost forgotten where he was going, but something or other carried him there, down to the big brothel across town. It was a long walk, a tiring walk, and it wasn't until a voice cut through the static of his mind that he came to his senses, remembered his duties.
Stand up straight. Don't mumble. Look sharp. "It's always a pleasure, Miss Valentina."
MARINA LOCH
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