Jon (dukeofwales) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-03-19 18:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | d'arthur westinghouse, j-s benoit |
June 3, 2013
Who: D'Arthur Westinghouse & J-S Benoit
Where: Downtown corner outside of a newly leased office
When : June 3rd sometime after dark
What: Discussing the new business
Standing under the light of the lamppost, D'Arthur takes a long drag from a cigarette, holding the fumes inside his chest before exhaling the smoke into the air. He's worn a long black overcoat over his tie, another item from his extensive wardrobe that compliments his ensemble. His opposite hand sits in the pocket of the coat, fingering the two keys that were handed over to him earlier today. Behind him is the new storefront of the blood bank he's set up. The refurbishing is complete, he'd begun work on the facility a month ago anyhow, but it's open for business, 5 nurses, and an orderly, already hired on and coming in to work in the morning. The office is well lit and nicely colored in calm white and eggshell blue paint. Modern and sleek with a comfortable waiting room. The deciding factor was where to place it. Especially with the focus on paying for blood from the populace. True, it would have been easier and more efficient to set it up down in Oakland, but D'Arthur didn't want problems with locals, or any.....independent organizations that might be around. So instead he's marketing the facility toward Middle-class and Upper class clientele. quick bit of cash while helping out your fellow man sort of thing, the hipsters will be all over it. He waits for J-S, having called the young man earlier in the evening.