| Hutchinson, Grace |
[29 Jan 2008|10:02pm] |
It was an unofficial talent search. Grace wasn't much for controlled circumstances when it came to fighting, but she knew that there'd have to be at least nominal rules once she and Darain completed their business with the fighting ring. She was looking for a few good...anybody, really, who could work within a set of boundaries to a fair degree.
She had had it half in mind to scope out a few werewolves, but while lycanthropes were good combatants, their tiny little dog-brains didn't leave much room for anything other than 'chomp, munch, kill' after the change. So inside the ring would work fine; outside of it, not so much. The vampire slouched against a telephone pole near the exit of The Basement, then lit a smoke before pushing off to start walking away.
Screw it, she'd concentrate on business later. Since Darian's heads-up about some crazy broad wanting to have a word with her, it was like she couldn't stand still without feeling itchy. She was going to feel a hell of a lot better when she heard from Joseph about that gun. Happiness - and safety - was a warm pistol.
She'd probably cruise on back to the Wynn, see if Reuben wanted to make some trouble tonight. It was beginning to feel like that time again, the time when he couldn't stand the city anymore and needed to be anyplace else. She'd had him for a while this time, though, longer than she'd expected. Time to let go before they got fully sick of one another.
At least they'd always have Vegas.
Not if the head honchos at the Department of Homeland Security had their way.
Of course, there were cooler heads within Project Integration... Agents that saw the value in maintaining a vampire presence in the city. Dahlia Rimes was one such proponent. She believed that some vampires (or Class 2 Illegal Aliens, Subclass VY) could be useful recruits, if proper tabs were kept on them. They had methods of infiltration and avenues into the supernatural subculture that humans simply did not. There would be some collateral damage in allowing them to stay. They had to be fed, for instance, and no amount of bagged blood would distill their lust for the hunt. It would take careful monitoring and explicit instructions to make sure the gains outweighed the losses.
Agent Rimes had files. The contents had been provided to Project Integration by a number of sources (some government, some civilian). She was required to maintain the contents in electronic form. After all, they were easier to update, transmit, store, and terminate in cyberspace. But her love for the tangible product meant that she also kept paper copies. By her third week in the Henderson headquarters, the files had overrun her cabinets and now sat in considerable stacks beneath her coffee maker, her desk lamp, and a dying potted plant.
Grace Hutchinson's file made it to the short stack on her chair.
"Excuse me, Ms. Hutchinson?" Never one to beat around the bush, Agent Rimes climbed out of the black government car and watched the vampire's departure from the bar. She was parked alongside the curb, right beneath a street light. Video cameras in the vehicle recorded the street in all directions. "If you've got a moment, I'd like to speak with you."
( Agent Hot Legs Plays Recruiter )
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| Impatient Caller |
[29 Jan 2008|10:31pm] |
"Star... I heard your tinkle and just had to come running... I had an epiphany and, glad to say, it's not something for which I require a physician. Your idea, though... Color me intrigued, with a bright, neon undercoat of fascination. Fang Noir's pretty much refurbished and with the right degree of automation, you'd be surprised at how much stuff you don't need a film crew for, these days. We really must talk... I'll surprise you at the salon, poodle."
Surprise her at the salon? Well, great. That meant Star had to engage in her least favorite of activities. Waiting.
And while she did, Star's evenings at the salon became an entirely different kind of torture. She was an impatient girl on a good day. But watching the door for the chic and very sexy Victoria, who sounded newly energetic, made her life seem like that movie Groundhog Day. Time never got around to the good part.
Eventually she allowed her impulses to get the better of her and dialed Victoria's number... A move she never would've pulled on a man she hoped to have sex with.
[Thread: Open to Victoria]
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