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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 22:44:37 GMT
She cracks the joints of her fingers, red nails digging into some skin. She looks bored, and it's scratching away at her like a swarm of fleas.
"Santiago." She calls at her office door, a deep frown melding into her face. The woman calls again.
"SANTIAGO, GET THE HELL IN HERE RIGHT NOW." She yells, because if she has to step out of her office for one second there is hell to be paid and everyone who wants their heads saved from the chopping block knows this.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 1:21:01 GMT
The brothel was hers, but the workload was Santiago's. He towered over her in height and bulk, but Marina was imposing in an altogether different way, with the frills of royalty, spindly fingers like the hands of death and a voice that had a way of silencing every other noise when it rang out across the brothel.
Santiago was dealing with rowdy customers, taking more than they paid for, and with a grunt and a final punch - one of displaced annoyance, he let the body drop limp down the steps, slammed the door and turned on his heel.
He wiped his hands on his pants as he reached her office with wide strides. He stops just outside the office's threshold, toe to toe with Marina. "Yeah?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 2:20:53 GMT
She was quiet for a moment, either wondering what tea to have the seaweed head make her or what topic of discussion would go down well, all the while edging him to come closer with a finger and sit down.
"Did you deal with the customers?" Came her serious question first, chin resting on crossed fingers. She's behind her desk now, poised in a manner that's strange - her stature never made her seem less intimidating.
"Chamomile tea would do nicely." Although there was no kitchen in her office, there was a small area for tea brewing - Marina even had a cabinet of elaborate tea sets for her guests. "Say,"
"When did you lose your eye? Careless, aren't you."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 3:11:15 GMT
He crossed his arms and waited. Santiago knew better than to think she'd called him for any important reason. He leans against the door frame and watches her striding to her desk.
"Who else is going to deal with the customers?" He says dryly. Santiago always feels out of place in Marina's office, but maybe that isn't the way to put it. Everything is neat and proper - he's not. He imagines Marina wiping his fingerprints from her tea set, and he imagines a look of disgust while she does. Or maybe she doesn't polish her own china. Probably not. He sets the water to boil, rattles drawers searching for tea bags.
He turns to face her, abruptly but somehow disinterestedly. "Doing my job. Your sworn sword and your protector."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 3:19:43 GMT
She rolls her eyes, but otherwise leans across her desk in an way that didn't suit her usual characteristics.
"Oh, developed a taste for sarcasm, have we?" Marina scoffed, crossing her legs under the table, chair wheeled a bit backwards as the water began to boil. Santiago complained like a bitch, but a damn good bitch he was at getting the job done.
She shot a glance at him, expression passive, until he comes up with another flimsy answer. "Oh haha, very funny. Oh whatever can I do without you?" Marina could admit he was important, but not to his face, oh no. She sounds mocking.
"Time. Location. Person. A brief account, if you will." It's then her tone drops, and it's a big enough change to startle anyone... but him. He's had her back since she could even remember.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 4:12:46 GMT
Marina had everybody here stock straight and saluting, like an army of misfits and criminals afraid to put a toe out of line. Santiago could push the boundaries further than anybody here, if only because of how long he'd known her.
He didn't take much care as he put down a cup for her, tossing in the tea bag. Santiago sighed as he poured the water - he took it she asked out of morbid curiosity, not concern. "Like, last week." He waved a hand absently, as if it wasn't anything interesting. "Some whore's boyfriend knifed me in the eye."
Water sloshed onto his hand, as he put a cup in front of Marina. He didn't flinch, just snatched a tissue from a box by the desk and wiped it off. There's a chair across from hers, and he just curls his fingers around the back and leans towards Marina with a pointed look. "You'd think I've have benefits or something."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 12:39:01 GMT
She looked at him impassively.
"Ah, ah. How many times has this been now? Can't you even serve a decent cup of tea in a decent manner? It betrays all your discontent." Either way, Marina really didn't seem to mind; the delicate cup was still brought to her lips anyway, blowing the hot tea slightly so ripples formed.
"Sit down." She ordered then, despairing at the drops of water that managed to fly into her documents. "Do that again and I'll dock it down." Her thin fingers trace the spots contaminated. It's not a big deal, no big damage, but still, he should know better.
"You came to chat, not to extort me." Marina brings out a thick notebook, and opens out on a clean page. "How pathetic these men are." She told herself, shaking her head. "Name? Or you don't even know?"
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