Jean-Marie Deslauriers (![]() ![]() @ 2010-02-23 21:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-05 |
rain, sleet, snow or armageddon
Who: Jean-Marie and Salome
When: About four in the afternoon.
Where: Salome's place.
In retrospect, it hadn't been the best of ideas to take a job that would require him to walk around openly in broad daylight. He'd managed to rig the windows of his truck so that the light didn't bother him, and he'd stifled any managerial complaints about that simply by flashing his fangs at them, but he still had to do a fair bit of walking between houses, and there was only so far his ill-gotten supply of fae blood would stretch. Today was a good day to be out and about, though. The rain wasn't too heavy, and he didn't mind getting a bit wet.
This route was better than the one they'd had him on before, though. More driving, less walking, and most importantly, more time spent back at the office sowing discontentment among his coworkers. They were inclined to blame him for the sudden increase in workplace tension ever since he'd arrived, and of course they were right, but Jean-Marie certainly didn't mind. Eventually, all that mounting rage would end up exploding like a spectacular fireworks display, and his work would be done.
He checked the address on the next package, sighed, and parked as close to the house as he could. Taking shelter on the doorstep, he rang the doorbell once, quick and sharp, and wrung the rainwater out of his ponytail as he waited.