Nikita Vostrikova (trickylittlegun) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-05-10 17:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-13, nikita |
Another girl with her finger on the world singing to you what you wanna hear
Who: Katia and Nikita
Where: Cherryblossom Place's main office
When: Late evening
The rendezvous with Jezebelle and her childe went smoothly, aside from the minor tidbit that Kieron was apparently a pompous douchebag to her friend. Well, ok, maybe he wasn't that pompous, but any man who had the audacity to cross the line deserved such a worthy title. As much as Nikita yearned to pick up the phone and chew out the blood hunter, she knew that would go nowhere at all. Technology wasn't on the same page as she was, where in her mind she was able to point a gun at the phone and shoot it in hopes the bullet would travel through it. Maybe in another hundred years or so.
Instead, Nikita headed to Cherryblossom Place to do the typical bookkeeping that had to be done. Someone had to do it, anyways. With the demons running about Scarlet Oak like punk kids raising hell in a playground, Nikita had to make sure all was in order of her complex. Couldn't let a single hair fall out of place or people would complain. Perhaps that was the downside to being the landlord of a high-end complex, but it paid off. Not to mention she had no choice, seeing it was by order of the elders that she be placed there. Rather be in New York gunning down that blonde, Aussie bitch.
She didn't bother to flash a smile or even acknowledge the existence of the desk attendant as she stormed on in, immediately heading to one of the conference rooms and slammed the door behind her. Sadly, her office was still in the works of being refurnished, thanks to a certain fire elemental tenant who thought it was a brilliant idea to scorched the vicinity. Just another bit of information to add to the pile of crap that was currently her life. Slumping down into her vast, leather chair, Nikita kicked off her heels while skimming over her end of paperwork. Simply a series of complaints from people, and surprisingly enough, none of them were demon related. "A single squeaky board of hardwood in the living room? Honestly?" Nikita scoffed while rolling her turquoise eyes. "And I thought demons were a nuisance."
Little did she know that she was going to have something far bigger than a squeaky board or demon coming her way.