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Capitalism (laissez_faire) wrote in forgotten_past,
@ 2011-07-02 02:34:00

Entry tags:

big tobacco, capitalism

I don't have wings, so flying with me won't be easy.
Who: Big Tobacco (_cavendish_) & Capitalism (laissez_faire)
What: Things were different then.
Where: Manhattan
When: April 1934
Rating/Warnings: None as of yet.

It was a difficult time for everyone, with resources in short supply and demand weakening with the resolve to withstand the financial turmoil. Even those who managed to escape the worst of it did not pull out completely unscathed, and though it might have been easy enough for Capitalism to offer some relief, his interests were better served to let things play out in their own time, let nature take its course.

After all, he is busy enough with one young man - who was not very young at all, and could hardly be called a man - teetering on the border of sanity and that which laid beyond. Beyond the sane - not quite the same as insane, was it?

His time split between a construction company that seemed to have taken some impact from the economic downturn and yet was still operational and managed to keep on board more than 80% of its staff and looking after the abovementioned ailing not-young-not-man, Capitalism was usually less brusque even to apparent strangers (but what man could honestly say he did not know Capitalism?). Now just happened to be not the best, most convenient of times to engage in idle banter. Capitalism - Stephen Avis, actually, when gods had to address themselves amongst mere mortals - didn't wait for Tobacco to speak - announce his arrival, proclaim his presence, et cetera - before interjecting.

"If it's not important, I don't want to hear it."

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_cavendish_
2011-07-01 04:49 pm UTC (link)

Riding high. There was nothing that could knock Tobacco of his horse. The pains of the economic down turn (black void?) were not lost on him - he just wasn't feeling it. Hollywood ever glamorous and looking far prettier then she ought to was his main vehicle for advertisement. He couldn't hurt - not with a beautiful face and having neatly side stepped the Garrison Act.

And there was that thing with Eleanor Roosevelt. The first lady to smoke in public. That bit of news had tickled him to no end.

He couldn't say why he was here. The pull, the undeniable way he was drawn towards Capitalism not withstanding there was no official reason for his presence.

Tobacco, Gregory Morris to the mortals, didn't say a word. Sliding a set of cigars across the desk he waited for his silent invitation to be accepted.

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