Anton Creo | Humility (humilitas) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-03-24 20:37:00 |
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Current mood: | I don't understand... |
Entry tags: | humility |
Give me strength
Who: Humility (humilitas) & Cherry Parfait (NPC) [Narrative]
What: This.
Where: Humility's apartment, NYC
When: Wednesday, past midnight
Warnings: Call girl, Virtue boy.
The emptiness of his apartment was different from the one in the late Mrs Rosenbaum's former apartment. Somehow it made his place feel bigger instead of smaller. Of course, his wasn't completely empty. He'd kept basic pieces of furniture; the bookshelves, the desk, the couch, the coffee table, the bed, some kitchen things. What he'd got rid of were gifts he'd received over the years from co-workers and acquaintances - he wouldn't call them friends - random items that cluttered up his living space.
Humility like this kind of emptiness because it reminded him of times long gone when he'd occupied a small room in Spain at the beginning of the 16th century. Sometimes, he could still smell the-
A loud knock at his door interrupted his trip down memory lane and when he opened the door...
"Hey there, sugar! I'm Cherry." A young woman squeezed herself past him, invading his home uninvited, and headed straight for the bathroom, rambling incoherently around the piece of bubblegum in her mouth.
Anton blinked. What?
"Miss... Cherry?"
"I need to use the bathroom, sweetie. I'll be with you in a minute. Why don't you get comfortable?"
Another blink. What?
Shutting the door, he caught her move into his bedroom out of the corner of his eye. Again, what?
"Excuse me, Miss," he said, rushing after the strange woman, "I don't think that- What are you doing?"
This Cherry person was in a state of indecent undress - not that she'd been wearing much to begin with but that was beside the point. It looked as if she was going to get rid of what little clothing remained on her body as well.
"What am I doing? What does it look like?" The call girl looked at him as if he were a retard. "Listen, if you want some kinky sex, it'll cost extra," she added, sounding slightly irritated. What right did she have to be irritated?
"Kinky... No, no, no." Anton frowned. "This is clearly a misunderstanding, Miss... Cherry. You must have got the address wrong-"
"Like hell! We're a serious company and we take our jobs seriously. Wrong address, my ass! We don't make mistakes!"
"Well, it seems as if you have-"
"Nonsense! What the fuck is the matter? Spit it out! Am I not pretty enough? Not your 'type'?"
"What?"
"Oh my god! You think I'm ugly! What is it? Am I too fat?"
She was on the brink of screeching. Humility took a deep breath, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice.
"No. You are not ugly or fat . Please calm down. You are very... Whether I think you're pretty or not doesn't matter and it doesn't change the fact that I don't require your, er, services, either. Like I've said before, you were probably given the wrong address." Or this was some kind of idiotic prank but who would prank him like this?
"Please put your clothes back on."
"Fine! But you still gotta pay me."
"Pay you? For what?"
"For my time."
Her time? Anton's eyebrow twitched. "Your time," he reiterated slowly. "If I agree, will you get dressed and leave?"
The woman shot an icy glare at him, all wounded pride obviously but he could care less. He just wanted her out. "Eight hundred," she snapped, slipping her skimpy dress back on, and fumbled with the buttons of her jacket.
Eight hundred dollars? Now, that was ridiculous.
"I don't think so."
"What?"
"I said, I don't think so."
In hindsight, he should probably have just given her the money and be done with it instead of throwing her out. It would have saved him a massive headache and he wouldn't have been subjected to the rather colourful vocabulary of queens of Vulgaria.
What a great start into Wednesday. Oh yeah.