--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Mayhem Sati! There ya are. Satine knocks at the door of the apartment her boss insisted she arrive to. Jayd was beyond insistent. The door opened and he greeted her with his expected enthusiasm. there he stood in a huge empty apartment. "You moved?" She had no clue he lived to begin with but this place was empty.
Mayhem ... No. No. No. I was... Thinking. You know.
Mayhem Where you live, it's a bad neighborhood.
Mayhem It makes me concerned.
Satine "You have no furniture."
Mayhem And I recalled that I had an apartment I didn't use. I didn't even decorate it.
Satine "I am concerned too." She nodded and walked around him.
Mayhem But it's close to where you work!
Mayhem We could get it decorated for you, and you can use it.
Mayhem This poor place has been waiting for ages for me to do something with it.
Mayhem was hoping to high hell he was lying convincingly.
Satine her head cocked slightly as she spun around quick on her of her winter boots that were UGG knockoffs. She knew the real thing but couldn't be bothered with trying to get the lady at the second hand store to accept they were a piss poor imitation. "Jayd..." She shook her head and slid her hands into her real Columbia jacket. the fur on the hood was stinking of the poor animal that no longer had claim to it's pelt. "I have a place." She did. She used some of Chester's nose candy funds to buy it.
Mayhem I know, but it's in a dangerous neighborhood! And it's far commute from work! And this is closer to both your work AND college.
Mayhem And this place is lonely!
Mayhem And this place is in a good neighborhood.
Satine thought he was sending her to college on his tab of course...or trying to get her to go and now trying to have her move when her current modest place was far more than she ever had back home to begin with. She also had a full time job and so far Vogue magazines were improving her attempts at raising sales for Mirror Mirage. She looked around. "I can't possibly accept another apartment, Jayd. I have one." She looked at him curiously as she made her way into the huge empty space and disappeared down a hallway. Her boots squeaked on the polished hardwood flooring. "This is bigger than the shop!" Her voice echoed.
Mayhem IS NOT! MY SHOP IS GREAT!
Mayhem Anyways! If you refuse, this place will just collect dust! Do you want to be responsible for that!? The waste of such a nice place when there are people without homes?!
Satine came around the corner and nearly slid on her ***. A last second grab to the corner of the wall had her back pedaling and finally gaining her footing once more. "Damn close then, Jayd." She stepped slow and careful towards him. "Jayd..." Her hands went on her hips and her unusual hued orbs fixed on him. "Are you some rich eccentric billionaire or something? Like Howard Hughes and you just haven't fully lost your mind yet?" She sighed. "People don't give out apartments like Hallmark cards or coupons for a holiday ham and send people to college." She nodded. Satine hardly deserved the freedom she had in her humble little abode. Let alone a free college degree and another place.
Mayhem blinked at her, once, twice, then a third time, "Hell no. I'm a friggin' college student. I wish I were an eccentric billionaire." Jayd sighed, quitting with his attempts to make it seem nonchalant, "I haven't had this place waiting around for ages. I just got it. Truth is, it really makes me nervous having you in Corvidae. I can't settle down and get any rest when I'm wandering if you've been... mugged or something. It's a shitty neighborhood. And it's not like you have to feel heavy hearted about the college or this place. Everything I do is for my own sake in one way or another. I'm not some Jolly Saint Nick who blows out cash for fun. Making you go to college, and putting you in this place which is so much safer is for my own sanity. Women are really precious, yanno? So please?"
Satine looked down while lifting up her right foot carefully and discovered her tread on her boots was sorely lacking. No wonder they were cheap. Outside was bad enough. Her finger wiped at the bottom and then she pinched the two together and rubbed. There was oil present as the tips slid back and forth easily. She brought it to her nose and sniffed. "You spill some suntan oil back there?" Yes it was really odd. But her fingers smelled like coconut. She eyed him. He really could use some sun that was a sure thing. Man was all work. She doubted her ever took a vacation.
Satine wondered if he did this for all his employees. "You aren't a boss man. You are a saint!"
Mayhem Nah? I got here just before you did. -- Saint, my ***! I'm a friggin' College Student running two businesses and trying to keep the women in my life from doing stupid things or being in dangerous situations.
Satine shook her head again slowly. "I don't take things I haven't earned." She lied. Of course she did. The small table by her apartment door she lifted from the side of a door on another floor as she was coming home from work and got off on the wrong floor. It was there and well...she needed one. "You are more successful then. Far more so than most people twice your age." Her eyes danced beyond his shoulder towards the hallway she had not ventured down. "What about using this as storage for the business' and perhaps online order managing and whatever?" She smiled as her eyes bounced back to meet his.
Mayhem Technically, you did earn it.
Mayhem rose an eyebrow at her. His bambi brown eyes hard set, like he wasn't taking refusal as an option.
Mayhem You were important enough for me to worry enough to spend out for the damned place. So it's earning it in it's own way.
Mayhem Consider it a ... Holiday Bonus if you must.
Mayhem But for my sake, please live here and not in that horrible place.
Mayhem I'll even get the deed transferred over to you if that makes it feel more acceptable.
Satine slowed the shaking of her head. "No..." she sighed. "I have not." She wasn't sure what was up but something seemed to be. He was not listening to her. "Is there something I don't know about, Jayd?" She swallowed hard. Was there something she was missing? Had to be. "You can tell me. Whatever it is." Of course he could. Her face wore a slow gentle smile.
Mayhem It's... Not safe in the area Corvidae is at. You've noticed, right? You have to climb over barricades, or go under the city to get to it.
Mayhem The area it's in is Quarantined.
Mayhem People have been infected by a virus that makes them... lose their humanity and want to eat others. Like out of a Zombie movie.
Mayhem They're pumped up on the drug, so you can hurt them all you want, but the adrenaline will keep them going
Mayhem It's not safe.
Mayhem And y... We could get infected going in and out of there. Or apprehended for potentially bringing it outside the Quarantine.
Mayhem Only nuts who find it amusing want to live in Corvidae.
Satine nodded. The man was right. The route smelled like **** through what she could only describe as the bowels of a forgotten sub-society and underground culture. Naked idiots stopping her and asking her if she wanted to be a part of something. She never stopped long enough to find out. The other things she thought were just people stuck in character and ...okay so now that he brought it up none of it was making any sense. None at all. A virus? She immediately shivered and contorted her face as her hands started brushing down her jacket and patting in a frantic manner like she was covered in crawling bugs. "What the hell is going on?" She peeled off her jacket and tossed it down and went to the sink and let the water run hard and fast as her hands dove beneath the stream.
Mayhem You're fine, I promise. I've been keeping an eye out for any signs. You don't seem to have it. It doesn't seem airborne, but.. That doesn't mean they won't attack and transfer it through saliva or other liquid contact. Open wounds... Orifices... It gives the victims a fever until their brains fry, all humanly related areas, such as emotions and memories are kapoot. Like a computer that's been eaten and left with the bare basics. All they have left is instinct, and adrenaline. They don't feel the pain because the nerve center of the brain has been eaten. Do you even carry any weapons on you?
Satine blinked and ducked her head to look under the sink for some sort of soap. She found the new owner wicker basket beneath there with the cellophane still wrapped around it. Inside was all one would need to walk in and survive until the movers drove up to the lobby doors too man floors below. She filled her hands with soap and vigorously rubbed while hiking up her thermal sleeves to her elbows. "Weapons?" She shook her head. "I wouldn't have got into this country let alone on the plane with a weapon. I didn't think coming to Canada meant you had to arm yourself!" this was not going to work. She needed to take a shower.
Mayhem rubbed the back of his neck, "It's okay! It's okay! Outside of the Quarantined Zone is safe! The... Umh... Yeah. Water is already running, as well as the electricity --oh wait, that's obvious."
Mayhem Anyways! So yeah. Stay here, please? I'll get a... Inflatable bed for you to use until we can get real furniture in here!
Satine her black hair whipped around with the too fast movement of her head to look over her shoulder at him. "The WHAT?!" No,. He couldn't be serious. There was no way something like a quarsntine zone goes totally without mention between booking a flight, getting a passport, customs and **** if this wasn't karma. That was what it was. Her elbow tapped the faucet off. She raised her hands like she was ready to head into the operating room while they dripped. She was too wound up to realize her boots were now wearing whatever water fell from her shaking hands.
