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Re: Nothing like a job
Posted: 04 Jul 2018, 00:12
by Bastien Smith (DELETED 10587)
It went good so he rise and with a smile he give his hand for a hand shake.
- exelent sir! Hope to have some news from you soon. Have a good evening.
He took his stuff and walk out of the office. It was almost silence in the lobby, all you can ear was the worker doing his ice statue on the side and some pieces fall on the floor near the office door and as Bastien walk he step on the pieces and slip on the ground and hit his head on the white floor. Some blood start to flow out.
Re: Nothing like a job
Posted: 06 Jul 2018, 14:47
by Valdimar (DELETED 10176)
Valdimar watched as the man left his office; he had not committed the face nor the name to memory, and rather than call any references he sat back and allowed the pages of the CV to drift into the waste paper basket. The first question had been the first impression, and Valdimar was not impressed.
Outside there was a squeak of rubber on marble and a dull crack, closely followed by a yelp from Charity. There was a groaned 'oh no' from the sculptor. Valdimar's chair rolled back, the vampire fluidly making his way from his office out to the front atrium.
The scene was surveyed with a deadly calm. Both Charity and the sculptor glanced up at their employer. When had the sculptor even arrived, and why the **** was he working on the ice in the atrium? It should be done elsewhere, and transported.
"Charity, organise to have this mess cleaned up," he said, gesturing to the ice shards surrounding the sculpture. "Scott -- that's your name, right?" he asked the sculptor, who nodded. "You're fired. Charity will organise your severance later. Leave," he said brusquely before turning his attention back to Bastien Smith.
The situation was not ideal. The incident was on camera. The hotel was new. The brand was new. The blood pumping from the head wound did not bode well for the survival of the human. This would be disastrous. It wasn't just an accident, it was a lawsuit. With a ragged sigh, Valdimar slipped his hands beneath the pits of Bastien's arms and dragged him without effort back into the office.
"The blood, Charity. Make sure you get that cleaned up first," Valdimar called out before slamming the office door behind him. At least there'd been no guests in the atrium, and he could only hope none showed up before the blood was cleared. Bastien now lay on the office floor, and Valdimar was glad for the lack of carpet. Valdimar swore under his breath and tried to shake the man awake.
Re: Nothing like a job
Posted: 18 Jul 2018, 04:08
by Bastien Smith (DELETED 10587)
He start to feal weaker by the second, his head heart like nothing he ever get in his life. Something or someone was shaking him so as he try to open his eyes he saw the men over him.
- Wha... what just happen? my head ... pain ...
And as he try to move he feal like his gonna feint. The wall start to move up side down and to floor was like the wave.
Re: Nothing like a job
Posted: 21 Jul 2018, 06:22
by Valdimar (DELETED 10176)
As soon as the eyes opened, and regardless of what was said, Valdimar lifted his wrist to his lips and tore through the flesh with his own teeth.
"You're going to drink this, and the pain will go away," he said, holding the wrist over Bastien's mouth. If he didn't drink, if he refused, if he rejected the offer, Valdimar was going to have to think of something. He'd probably call Azraeth for help. They could make the body disappear, couldn't they? They could take it to that apartment of Azraeth's, with the incinerator...