Characters of a Minor Sort (jesschars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-07-17 22:36:00 |
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Current location: | Eden |
Current mood: | aggravated |
Entry tags: | mercy, place: la, ~charmaine lamare |
Retrieval
Who: Charmaine and Mercy
Where: Eden
When: Thursday Night, July 15th
Charmaine was a little aggravated at the moment. One of her fighters, a werewolf that had the ability to change at any time, had decided to, on the night of his fight, go out and get trashed at Eden. This of course led her to have to come out have to hunt his idiotic self down. When she was told by the upstairs bouncer that he had gone down to one of the sub levels with a drink in one hand and a pretty blond wrapped around him, she made her way downstairs to retrieve him, and possibly smack him with a silver encrusted whip.
As she entered, Mercy walked by, all black leather pants, high-heeled Docs, and second-skin WASP baby-tee. Her jet-black hair was in pigtails, and she wore a wicked-looking spiked choker around her neck. With one raised eyebrow, she curled those lips into a little sneer, crossing her arms. "Something I can help you with, sweetheart?"
Charmaine had to admit that she didn't look like she didn't fit into this place at all. She was wearing an expensive looking black silk dress and a pair of sky high heels that probably cost the same as a month's rent on this place. Still, she had some business to attend to here. "Yes, I am looking for this man," she said, her French accent coming out thickly as she showed the bouncer a flier that advertised the fight tonight, showing a picture of the fighter in question. "He's supposed to fight for me tonight and he will cost me a lot of money if he stays here and gets drunk instead. Have you seen him?"
"Hah!" The seemingly young woman laughed with a loud snort. "That idiot? He's over in the corner with about three vamp newbs hanging on him. Fuckin' baby vamps... they get all star-struck around anything supernatural that pretends to be a star..."
"Well, if he's half as good as he claims, he will be a star," Charmaine told her. "Of course, if he isn't, I might chop him up and feed him to those baby vamps. Some of them like to eat werewolves as a delicacy, or so I'm told."
"If you want him out of here, I can easily knock his ass out and drag him over to you..." Mercy offered helpfully, and one got the impression she was doing it less to help... and more because she wanted to hurt someone. Also? Despite her appearance, one got the feel that she COULD easily whoop his ass.
Charmaine actually thought on that for a moment. "Tempting, but I kind of need him awake. He has to fight at midnight." She smiled. "Do feel free to rough him up a bit. He can take it well enough." Her troll body guard had beat the hell out of him when he kept hitting on her, after all.
"Fine. Be right back." Dear god. She was serious! Turning, she used that vampire speed to hurtle over to where the werewolf sat, throwing herself at him like a whirling dervish of violence, the movements so fast that Charmaine's human eyes couldn't even follow everything. Needless to say, only MOMENTS later (honestly, despite his talent as a fighter, it took Mercy less than six seconds to knock him unconscious), she dragged his motionless body over to Charmaine by the hair, grinning as she wiped a bit of blood from her face. "Ugh. I hate when werewolves bleed on me. They smell and taste like stank-ass garbage."
"To each their own, I suppose," Charmaine said as she looked down on the werewolf's unconscious form. Sure, she hadn't WANTED him knocked out, but it was satisfying to see it done anyway. "Since he's unconscious, would you mind getting him to my car for me?" She looked Mercy over. "You wouldn't happen to be interested in fighting for profit, would you?" Hey, never hurt to ask, right?
"Sorry, babe..." Mercy said with a salacious wink. "I work for only ONE person." Mercy would truthfully do anything Lillith told her to. ANYTHING. Anyone else? Could fuck right off.
"Hmm...too bad," Charmaine said with only a slight pout. "You would attract all sorts of audiences." No matter, though. She toed her fighter on the ground, who already seemed to be starting to come to. "Shows you to go drinking on a night of a fight," she muttered to him.
"Yeah, well... what can I say? These bitches here need someone to keep 'em in line." There was that wry little smirk again, as she shrugged, that lithe form moving in a manner so agile and graceful it was almost snakelike.
"If this idiot doesn't start to get in line, I have plenty of people who can set him straight as well," Charmaine said with a slight roll of her eyes. "He'd better be as good as he likes to claim."
"Yeah, well... don't judge it based on what ya just saw. I doubt you HAVE many people that could take me." The part that was scary there was how serious she sounded. Clearly... this wasn't her being braggadocious. She had obviously been in and WON more fights than one could easily imagine.
"And that just makes me want to find a way to get you to fight for me all the more," Charmaine pointed out with a grin. "Well, I suppose I should get him out of here and try sobering him up before he has to fight tonight. Thanks for the retrieval."
"You should talk to Lillith about your promotion. Maybe you guys could do some kinda cross-promotion to bring in more business for ya both or something..." She said as she gave the woman's bodyguard troll a cocky smirk, practically BEGGING him to start something.
Her pet troll had no interest in starting anything with anyone. He only fought on command, for the most part. "Hmm...I'll have to talk to her about that then," Charmaine said. She was sure that something could be worked out between them. Anyways. "Grab him, Kjell," she said, and the troll picked the fighter up. "You change you mind about fighting, give me a call," she said, handing Mercy a business card. "We could make a killing."
"I'll keep it in mind." She said with a smirk, shoving the card into her bra. Unless Lillith asked her to, she'd never actually work for anyone else.