A solitary figure walked through the Oldtown Graveyard. The moonlight peeked through the clouds to reveal a dark haired woman in a red dress, white overcoat, and holding a purple parasol with a black dragon painted across the top. She moved from each of the crypts examining each one. With a sigh, she made her way to the front gate of the cemetery as the snow began to fall. Slowly at first, the wind and snow picked up and turned into a raging blizzard howling around the woman in red and white. She pulled out her cell phone from a pocket in her coat, looked at for a moment and placed it to her ear.
“Joseph, I’m on my way back. No, it didn’t go like I wanted. The places would work out well for what I would need, but they’re asking outrageous prices for a few rundown blocks of stones.”
As she spoke to the man on the other end of the line she reached for the handle of a black 2014 Chevy Corvette. The engine roared to life as the machine began to pull away and head to the paved roads. Suddenly, the earth rumbled and shook. The road cracked and shattered and nearby buildings crumbled. A massive old oak tree collapsed just mere inches from the sports car. Tiamat climbed back out and looked around.
“Joseph,” she said into the phone, “Looks like I won’t be going anywhere for a while. Also…”
“I shall make sure you have plenty of video and photos boss. There’s bound to be panic, looting, and chaos.”
“This is why I keep you around Joseph,” She replied, “Make sure the other two vehicles are still safe as well.”
She hung up the phone, shook the snow from her black hair and opened her parasol back up before heading to the fenced off mausoleum. With a glance around her, Tia hopped the fence and ducked inside as she avoided the military police. She gently tapped the snow off her painted parasol and looked for a comfortable place to sit and wait out the storm and chaos.
Black Thursday (group 16)
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Tiamat
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Tolliver (DELETED 5992)
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Re: Black Thursday (group 16)
John Harrison Tolliver Jr. cared only about two things: Making money and paying for college.
They were both linked together; he couldn't pay for his semester of college without making money. It had been only a couple weeks since his dad told him he was cutting him off. No more money. The old man wasn't going to stand for his son to party his college career away. He had a family business to take over. He worked his *** off to get the company where it was for his one and only son to squander his money away living la vida loca. So the Tolliver Sr decided he was going to teach his son a lesson for the fist half of 2015. If Oli wanted to continue college, he'd have to pay for it himself.
Of course, the young man had been pissed. He couldn't remember having to work a day in his life. Everything, everything had been handed down to him. He didn't have to ask majority of the time. He just got it.
Work had been a foreign concept to him.
He refused to apply to a food service. He was too good for that. Retail? Out of the question.
Which was how he found himself in his current situation- pants down and on top of a woman old enough to be his mother.
He knew a guy who knew another guy who got him a job in the escort services. They told him he had the aesthetic. Tall. Athletic. Handsome. He called make anywhere between a thousand to ten thousand dollars by going on just one outing with a client. Why wouldn't he jump on an opportunity like that? Plus, if the client enjoyed their services, they became regulars. Regulars had no problem bestowing gifts on their escorts. On paper, sex wasn't included in the package. They weren't a prostitute ring, but every guy knew providing the added service meant more money for them. Oli didn't think twice. If sex was wanted, he would gladly provide it.
Besides, it wasn't the first time he had had sexual relations with a woman in the back of the limo. Numerous times, actually. Still, it was a bit more exciting because Mrs. Bolduc was older and she was wealthy.
His fingers were just working the zipper down to open her grey pleated dress when he heard the back mirror roll down. He paused for a moment, blinking.
"Mrs. Henderson?" the driver called.
"...Yes, Frank?" the brunette brushed a curl back, tucking it behind her ear.
"Mr. Bolduc requests you come home immediately."
"Tell him I'm busy and I will be home when I'm down with my business."
"I did, ma'am. He insisted you come home immediately. The snow is coming down harder. He wants you home, now."
By this time, Oli had sat up, smoothing his hair back.
"I guess we're done here," Mrs. Bolduc chuckled, sitting up now before proceeding to fix her hair. She zipped her dress up, clearing her throat.
He reached down to pull his khakis up, "Am I being dropped off back at the campus or..?"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to do that. If the storm is as bad as my husband says it is, it would be foolish to make our way toward there."
"So I'm coming with you?" Oli questioned as he buttoned up his plaid shirt.
She laughed and shook her head. "No. My husband and I have an agreement. We do what we want outside of the house with the understanding we don't bring them home."
His eyes widened, "But the storm..."
"You have your money. What more do you want?" Mrs. Bolduc offered, "I'm sorry. But a deal's a deal."
Click!
He peered at the door. It had been unlocked.
Tight lipped, he grabbed his over coat and opened the door, stepping out into the cold. The snow was falling quite heavy and had accumulated more inches than estimated already. Oli frowned and closed the door. No sooner had he done did the limo took off away from him, leaving him stranded on the side of the road.
"**** you too, *****," he muttered underneath his breath while he adorned himself with his overcoat. He buttoned it up as he started to walk, flipping the collar up. Hell, he didn't know what else to do.
Had he known he was going to end up walking in snow, he would have made sure to wear the proper shoes. He scowled, cursing underneath his breath. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets. Goodness, when did the wind pick up? At first, it was impossible to feel the tremor because of the amount of snow covering the ground. Plus, the wind was strong enough to sway his body side to side with ease. But soon, the ground shook ferociously
under him. Oli found himself holding his arms out, trying to steady himself. Nearby buildings started to crumble around him and he took off in the opposite direction of them.
He tripped and stumbled, falling down into the snow before scrambling through the fluff. In the distance, he could see the mausoleum. He called see the military guards frantically dispersing into several directions. One of the fences were down due to an oak tree being completely uprooted.
He didn't care if the guards saw him running to the closed off area. It was the only safe establishment standing. The young man crawled over the tree and made his way over the torn down fence. He kept running and falling until his nearly frozen hands yanked at the doors open to enter. Closing the doors, he slid down onto the floor as he attempted to catch his breath.
"Holy ****..."
They were both linked together; he couldn't pay for his semester of college without making money. It had been only a couple weeks since his dad told him he was cutting him off. No more money. The old man wasn't going to stand for his son to party his college career away. He had a family business to take over. He worked his *** off to get the company where it was for his one and only son to squander his money away living la vida loca. So the Tolliver Sr decided he was going to teach his son a lesson for the fist half of 2015. If Oli wanted to continue college, he'd have to pay for it himself.
Of course, the young man had been pissed. He couldn't remember having to work a day in his life. Everything, everything had been handed down to him. He didn't have to ask majority of the time. He just got it.
Work had been a foreign concept to him.
He refused to apply to a food service. He was too good for that. Retail? Out of the question.
Which was how he found himself in his current situation- pants down and on top of a woman old enough to be his mother.
He knew a guy who knew another guy who got him a job in the escort services. They told him he had the aesthetic. Tall. Athletic. Handsome. He called make anywhere between a thousand to ten thousand dollars by going on just one outing with a client. Why wouldn't he jump on an opportunity like that? Plus, if the client enjoyed their services, they became regulars. Regulars had no problem bestowing gifts on their escorts. On paper, sex wasn't included in the package. They weren't a prostitute ring, but every guy knew providing the added service meant more money for them. Oli didn't think twice. If sex was wanted, he would gladly provide it.
Besides, it wasn't the first time he had had sexual relations with a woman in the back of the limo. Numerous times, actually. Still, it was a bit more exciting because Mrs. Bolduc was older and she was wealthy.
His fingers were just working the zipper down to open her grey pleated dress when he heard the back mirror roll down. He paused for a moment, blinking.
"Mrs. Henderson?" the driver called.
"...Yes, Frank?" the brunette brushed a curl back, tucking it behind her ear.
"Mr. Bolduc requests you come home immediately."
"Tell him I'm busy and I will be home when I'm down with my business."
"I did, ma'am. He insisted you come home immediately. The snow is coming down harder. He wants you home, now."
By this time, Oli had sat up, smoothing his hair back.
"I guess we're done here," Mrs. Bolduc chuckled, sitting up now before proceeding to fix her hair. She zipped her dress up, clearing her throat.
He reached down to pull his khakis up, "Am I being dropped off back at the campus or..?"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to do that. If the storm is as bad as my husband says it is, it would be foolish to make our way toward there."
"So I'm coming with you?" Oli questioned as he buttoned up his plaid shirt.
She laughed and shook her head. "No. My husband and I have an agreement. We do what we want outside of the house with the understanding we don't bring them home."
His eyes widened, "But the storm..."
"You have your money. What more do you want?" Mrs. Bolduc offered, "I'm sorry. But a deal's a deal."
Click!
He peered at the door. It had been unlocked.
Tight lipped, he grabbed his over coat and opened the door, stepping out into the cold. The snow was falling quite heavy and had accumulated more inches than estimated already. Oli frowned and closed the door. No sooner had he done did the limo took off away from him, leaving him stranded on the side of the road.
"**** you too, *****," he muttered underneath his breath while he adorned himself with his overcoat. He buttoned it up as he started to walk, flipping the collar up. Hell, he didn't know what else to do.
Had he known he was going to end up walking in snow, he would have made sure to wear the proper shoes. He scowled, cursing underneath his breath. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets. Goodness, when did the wind pick up? At first, it was impossible to feel the tremor because of the amount of snow covering the ground. Plus, the wind was strong enough to sway his body side to side with ease. But soon, the ground shook ferociously
under him. Oli found himself holding his arms out, trying to steady himself. Nearby buildings started to crumble around him and he took off in the opposite direction of them.
He tripped and stumbled, falling down into the snow before scrambling through the fluff. In the distance, he could see the mausoleum. He called see the military guards frantically dispersing into several directions. One of the fences were down due to an oak tree being completely uprooted.
He didn't care if the guards saw him running to the closed off area. It was the only safe establishment standing. The young man crawled over the tree and made his way over the torn down fence. He kept running and falling until his nearly frozen hands yanked at the doors open to enter. Closing the doors, he slid down onto the floor as he attempted to catch his breath.
"Holy ****..."
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Karema
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Re: Black Thursday (group 16)
“**** it all,” Karema cursed under hear breath as she got of the transit and headed outside. The snow was coming down hard and it appeared several inches had fallen since she left work. She loved her job, she loved her boss but there were some days that prostitution had been a hell of a lot easier. In that business, your clients made it very clear what they wanted. There was no guessing; you either talked or fucked.
The dark haired girl pulled her coat tighter around her though it did little for protection. She was not prepared for the weather to turn this cold and only had a light coat on. She juggled the box full of pastries and teas she was delivering to a client that had demanded they needed it tonight to make it through the storm. She ran through her normal curses reserved for pampered and spoiled people. All day it was nothing but people who thought they were owed everything in life, that it was her reason for existing to serve them. She was not asking for a hand out; just a break once in a while.
Knocking on the door, she looked around knowing she needed to get some shelter soon. The power was out all over the city and she did not want to be stuck on the transit. She was pretty sure that the weather could not hurt her but she really was not wanting to test that theory. The door was finally opened, a bored looking housewife, appletini in hand, dressed in the latest designer stood before her.
“What the hell do want? Make it quick, it’s cold out here,” the woman looked the girl up and down and obviously, Kar had not fared well on the inspection.
The fake smile went up, “Hi, I’m Kar from The Pentacle Teahouse delivering your order.” She held the package out to the woman who opened the door a bit further.
“Please place it in the kitchen and take those nasty boots off before you put it in there.”
Kar bit her tongue wondering what was wrong with her Moto boots. Laying the package on the floor she slid her boots off headed for the kitchen behind the woman and laid the package on the counter. “Zo wasn’t clear if this going on account or if I needed to collect payment.”
The woman rolled her eyes. “Do I look like I would pay for any other way but by credit?” A well-groomed eyebrow shot to her hairline as Kar struggled to maintain the blank façade on her face. “Please unpack the box so I can make sure you haven’t taken anything on your trip over.”
The line had been crossed. Even in her homeless days as a teenager, not once had she stolen anything. Sure, she had traded sex for what she needed when worst came to worst but never had she taken anything from another. “I’m sorry but the storm is worsening and I need to find shelter and I live on the other side of town. If there is anything missing, and I can assure you there isn’t, contact Zodiac and she will make it right.”
She went to the door and slid her shoes on as the lady, well ***** was a better term, yelled at her using terms such as gutter trash but when the word whore came from her mouth, she turned on her. “Yeah I used to be a whore, what of it? My parents were too busy finding new spouses and neither wanted a kid to screw to it up so I was left homeless as a child. I did what I had to do but never did I ever steal from anyone. I earned everything. I got paid to be used, you ma’am have not paid.” She slammed the door in the woman’s face as tears began to fall.
Looking around as she headed down the street, she realized the lights were out at the transit and sitting in the dark there was not an option. She would never find the sewer entrance in all the snow that was now on the ground but the mausoleum was her safest choice right now if she could get past the military guarding it. She headed in that direction noticing a man who had just gotten out of a limo climb the fence and take off running for the stone building. He was running as if the hounds of hell were chasing him. She chuckled as she watched and headed in the same direction.
Slipping past the guards unnoticed she entered the same door and smiled realizing he was human and she was hungry. Karema brushed the snow off herself and smiled in his direction getting ready to greet him when she was suddenly thrown to the ground as the building began to shake.
The dark haired girl pulled her coat tighter around her though it did little for protection. She was not prepared for the weather to turn this cold and only had a light coat on. She juggled the box full of pastries and teas she was delivering to a client that had demanded they needed it tonight to make it through the storm. She ran through her normal curses reserved for pampered and spoiled people. All day it was nothing but people who thought they were owed everything in life, that it was her reason for existing to serve them. She was not asking for a hand out; just a break once in a while.
Knocking on the door, she looked around knowing she needed to get some shelter soon. The power was out all over the city and she did not want to be stuck on the transit. She was pretty sure that the weather could not hurt her but she really was not wanting to test that theory. The door was finally opened, a bored looking housewife, appletini in hand, dressed in the latest designer stood before her.
“What the hell do want? Make it quick, it’s cold out here,” the woman looked the girl up and down and obviously, Kar had not fared well on the inspection.
The fake smile went up, “Hi, I’m Kar from The Pentacle Teahouse delivering your order.” She held the package out to the woman who opened the door a bit further.
“Please place it in the kitchen and take those nasty boots off before you put it in there.”
Kar bit her tongue wondering what was wrong with her Moto boots. Laying the package on the floor she slid her boots off headed for the kitchen behind the woman and laid the package on the counter. “Zo wasn’t clear if this going on account or if I needed to collect payment.”
The woman rolled her eyes. “Do I look like I would pay for any other way but by credit?” A well-groomed eyebrow shot to her hairline as Kar struggled to maintain the blank façade on her face. “Please unpack the box so I can make sure you haven’t taken anything on your trip over.”
The line had been crossed. Even in her homeless days as a teenager, not once had she stolen anything. Sure, she had traded sex for what she needed when worst came to worst but never had she taken anything from another. “I’m sorry but the storm is worsening and I need to find shelter and I live on the other side of town. If there is anything missing, and I can assure you there isn’t, contact Zodiac and she will make it right.”
She went to the door and slid her shoes on as the lady, well ***** was a better term, yelled at her using terms such as gutter trash but when the word whore came from her mouth, she turned on her. “Yeah I used to be a whore, what of it? My parents were too busy finding new spouses and neither wanted a kid to screw to it up so I was left homeless as a child. I did what I had to do but never did I ever steal from anyone. I earned everything. I got paid to be used, you ma’am have not paid.” She slammed the door in the woman’s face as tears began to fall.
Looking around as she headed down the street, she realized the lights were out at the transit and sitting in the dark there was not an option. She would never find the sewer entrance in all the snow that was now on the ground but the mausoleum was her safest choice right now if she could get past the military guarding it. She headed in that direction noticing a man who had just gotten out of a limo climb the fence and take off running for the stone building. He was running as if the hounds of hell were chasing him. She chuckled as she watched and headed in the same direction.
Slipping past the guards unnoticed she entered the same door and smiled realizing he was human and she was hungry. Karema brushed the snow off herself and smiled in his direction getting ready to greet him when she was suddenly thrown to the ground as the building began to shake.