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 Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 8:45 am
This dingy tavern is a little sleazy, its mugs a little dirty, its walls a little grimy. The inside looks like it rarely gets enough light and never gets washed. Remember to bring your own glass unless you fancy food poisoning.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 10:32 pm
Nyx drummed her fingers on the table she was sitting at, waiting patiently with her black sack settled between her legs. Her bare arms goose pimpled under the feel of the room, far beyond the reach of her sleeveless turtleneck sweater and black slacks. She settled her bowler further over her eyes, hoping for no one of familiarity to come into the building.
Well, except who she was waiting for.
Martin took the seat across from her, a scarf wrapped around his face regardless of the warm autumn day. A guy of almost twenty, he was built averagely with a helmet of greasy black hair and acne across his forehead. Nyx glanced at him, then put the black bag on the table and pushed it towards him.
"Th'bag feels a little heavy, Nyxie." Martin raised a brow and looked at the three buddies her brought with him. Not like he'd have a problem with good ol' Nyx Treassa, but you could never know. She wasn't exactly a safe breed. "Whut's up?"
"It's b'n nice work'n fer yeh, Martin... But I need teh get out." Green eyes regarded him for the first time. "Got teh get things a little more.. N'order fer myself. My mum's countin' on me not teh get in trouble any more."
"..." Martin glanced at his buddies, a strange look on his face now. "Uhhh... Did'ja stop tak'n..."
"Aye, Martin." Nyx, ever so slow as she was felt no anger towards him. It wasn't his fault. "I think 'lot better now."
He leaned forward now, his brow furrowing slightly. This was unexpected. "Nyx, you know it's dangerous to just stop takin' somethin'?"
"Aye... I weened off last summer."
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 10:47 pm
Martin lowered his brow even more extremely unexpected. Slither's root wasn't something to be taken lightly: It was highly addictive, caused long lasting feelings of aggression, and made one feel stronger even if they weren't. Initially, it made the taker feel like they'd just hyped themselves up on candy and caffeine while adding in happy feelings on top. Slither's root was extremely useful to his particular organization, as well. It kept Nyx under control, it kept her wanting to be a dealer, and always coming back.
She was useful, because no one would ever suspect her. She seemed too kind to ever do such a thing. Nyx was one of a kind, and it wouldn't bode well at all to lose her.
"I heard yeh got yerself a new girl, Nyxie. S'a shame, I think. She'sa very pretty girl." Martin nodded slowly. "Ya'sure yer gonna leave?"
Poor, sweet Nyx. It would probably take her another couple of minutes to comprehend what Martin was saying to her. Instead, she smiled and nodded. "Aye.... She is. An' aye, I am." Nyx looked at her watch and got up from her chair. "Thanks, it was always nice work'n with ye. But I gotta go meet my special girl." The Gryffindor winked at the dealers and saluted. "Bye now!"
She left, not realizing she was being followed in the process.
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