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Post by Charity Jackson on Jul 9, 2011 19:56:45 GMT
Cursing under her breath about leg wounds she gestured the Vampire to lead on, acutely feeling the absence of her weapons as she limped along behind him, judging by the annoyed look on his face he did not appreciate being ordered to escort the lame meat-sack anywhere. Well fuck you bitch, if you want to complain do it to the sour faced smart-ass bastard who just walked out, not her fault, he was the one who did it.
She wondered if she could get away with pouring something nasty and potentially lethal in his clothing in return for having her put in this ridiculous get up, and hamstringing her. Who does that now a days? Really?!! She was a vindictive bitch, until now she hadn't missed a target, but who the hell does Hamstringing anymore? Even she didn't do that and she'd done surgical castrations with bricks, string and car-doors before now in quests to obtain information. And the ever disgusting and yet satisfying explosives in suppositories set on a timer. Cutting fingers off and using a car cigarette lighter to cauterise the bleeding... Hm, maybe hamstringing wasn't so bad in the grand scheme of things. It was only temporarily debilitating if you got some decent medical attention.
She cursed the bastard who invented stairs before elevators, and the fucking sadist who made this mother fucking dress!![/b]
Wrestling with the length of emerald green she decided that the first order of business once she had gotten this contract signed and sorted out all the bullshit attached to it was hunting down a pair of damn pants. Even if she had to steal the Prissy Stuck-Up Bastard's.
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Jul 31, 2011 18:44:07 GMT
As it happened, the contract turned up before Charity did. It wasn't that surprising really, Kana had a variety of contract templates on file that just needed the right name and salary added in. The vampire who delivered it also had the initiative to bring a change of clothes for Charity that were closer to what she'd been wearing - apparently someone had picked up on her distaste at the dress.
Kana waved the servant away with one hand and began to read the contract, adding in anything that needed to be added. It was his standard contract for mercenaries - they worked for an agreed sum, asked no questions and Kana reserved the right to terminate the contract at any time. He'd added a few extras in to Charity's - basically stating that she would, at some point, spend some time working with Zack in interogation, and anything else Kana decided on.
It wasn't a very specific contract, all things considered.
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Post by Charity Jackson on Aug 1, 2011 9:29:12 GMT
Coming to a stop in front of some impressive doors, the Vampire escorting her knocked twice before taking up a flanking position at the side, clearly now that he had finished bringing her hear he was going to stand guard outside the door as if the little bastard inside needed some kind of protection from the crippled meat sack he brought up here. Dick.
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Aug 7, 2011 21:37:07 GMT
Kana looked up lazily at the knock on the door. "Enter," he said, laying his pen aside. He linked his fingers and laid his hands on the desk as Charity came in.
"Ah, Miss Jackson. Take a seat, I have your contract here." He gestured to the clothes that had been brought up. "You seem... uncomfortable in that dress. Perhaps these will be more to your liking. You can change in there," he motioned to another door that led away from the office and in to an ante-chamber. "We can discuss your contract when you're more comfortable. I trust you will find nothing to object to."
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Post by Charity Jackson on Aug 9, 2011 20:37:57 GMT
Blue eyes narrowed on the Vampyre before flicking down to the contract in his hands, wondering whether or not she was selling her soul - because she was getting that distinct impression as she limped forward and gathered up the offered clothing, making her way to the side chamber.
At least trousers were in there.
Closing the door behind her, she set the clothes down on the side before reaching back and unzipping the dress with some difficulty as she tried not to pull open the cut on her back. Wriggling her way free of the emerald silks, she let it drop to the floor and shivered in the cold before reaching for the clothes and pulling them on. Properly clothed, she picked up the dress and draped it over her elbow before limping back into the office and setting the dress down on the side and taking a seat.
"Let's see it then," she requested.
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Aug 11, 2011 13:22:12 GMT
Kana smirked. "Manners cost nothing, Miss Jackson. It's best to learn that early." Never the less, he handed her the contract. While he waited for her to read it - and he got the impression that Charity wouldn't just be grateful for the fact that he'd spared her life, like some - he leaned back in his chair.
Without taking his eyes off her, he pushed a button on the underside of his desk. The vampire that had been stood outside the door came in and stood to attention. "Wine," he barked, still watching Charity, "and two glasses." The vampire bowed and disappeared, reappearing a few minutes later with a new bottle of wine, which had been opened, and two large crystal glasses. He filled them part way and then set both the glasses and the bottle on the desk and exited again, pulling the door softly shut behind him.
Kana sipped his glass, pushed the other towards Charity, and waited.
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Post by Charity Jackson on Aug 15, 2011 11:48:33 GMT
Manners may cost nothing but that didn't mean she was going to use them, she didn't like him and wanted no illusions to that simple, inescapable fact. Sitting down in the chair after slinging the dress on the back she accepted the contract and began reading it, thoroughly.
It seemed to be a general overall contract, stating nothing specific beyond working with Kana himself and a Vampire by the name of Zackary Kalen in the interrogation department, that aside, her pay was ridiculous for such a job role that worryingly enough seemed to work on the 'Don't ask questions and do as you're damn well told'.
"Suspiciously generalised," she muttered under her breath before looking up at the Vampyre, "Termination of contract, I can assume that would mean death?" she asked lightly, it usually did in her line of work. She gave the wine a brief glance but otherwise ignored it, she needed a clear head and no doubt any wine owned by this guy was going to be very old and very strong.
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Nov 5, 2011 19:25:17 GMT
Taking another sip from his wine, Kana watched as Charity's eyes ran over the contract, taking note of her muttered comments. "You can assume that, yes." He answered her, a hint of a smirk playing across his face.
"You have no taste for wine, I take it?" He motioned to the glass that still stood untouched. "No matter." He sipped his own again and then set the glass down on his desk.
"So, Miss Jackson, how do you find my contract?"
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Post by Charity Jackson on Jan 17, 2012 17:55:22 GMT
"I like Wine well enough, but I need a clear head and anything you own will be old and strong," she pointed out, just barely keeping the waspy lecturing tone out of her voice as she finished reading and set the contract down on the table. She sniffed at his question and leaned back in her seat only to wince slightly and lean forward again when she pressed against her injuries.
"I find it suspiciously generalised," she repeated, knowing he had overheard her muttering earlier. She sighed, "I can understand that though. The problem is, my skill sets aren't generalised. With a contract like this you may send me out on a job that I am unsuited for, will then fail and be in breach of contract. If that bitch hadn't given me incorrect information I would have no reason or grounds to break my current one off." Despite their snippy banter earlier, Charity did take her Professional Integrity quite seriously, if you couldn't be trusted then you weren't likely to be hired again. Information and advertising passed on via word of mouth in her business, you couldn't afford to piss off or sell out your meal-tickets.
"What can I expect you to ask of me?" she summed up. They were probably both well aware that she was going to sign the contract - you didn't try to assassinate a Vampyre of a certain calibre and expect to walk away when you fluff it up - but she wanted to know exactly what she was getting herself in for.
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Mar 12, 2012 22:06:20 GMT
Kana nodded. "Well reasoned on both counts." He steepled his fingers and gazed coldly over the top of them.
"Generally, you'll be perfoming the same duties you are used to - namely removal of troublesome individuals. I will also require you to work with my right-hand man, as stated. His duties are wide-spread, but you will only be assisting him during his interrogations and questioning. I warn you now, such duties are not for those of a weak constitution. If you perform well, in time I may offer you other, less... physical, opportunities. However, aside from your primary role, I will grant you power of veto over optional assignments."
He lowered his hands and pushed a pen towards Charity.
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Post by Charity Jackson on Mar 13, 2012 17:46:32 GMT
She hummed unhappily but picked the pen up. She doubted very much so that she would receive many of those so called 'optional' missions. She was no stranger to working with powerful men and women who demanded complete satisfaction, not a hair or a toe out of line or place.
Pen tip hesitating only the scantiest of split seconds she signed her name, life and more than likely her soul away. All because some bitch thought that if she didn't give proper details she wouldn't have taken the job. If she'd gotten the right information this man would probably be dead and she would be on her way to pick up her pay-cheque.
Signature down, she slid the contract back over the desk along with the pen, face grim and stony.
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Mar 13, 2012 20:35:34 GMT
Kana watched as Charity signed away her life, taking note of her miniscule hesitation. When she was done, he picked up the contract, glanced at her signature and stowed it in a desk drawer. He locked the drawer with a small silver key, which he dropped into his pocket.
"Well then, Miss Jackson, now we have the paperwork out of the way, I believe you may be entitled to a tour of your work area." He drained his almost-empty wine glass, pushed his chair back silently and stood up.
"Follow me."
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Post by Charity Jackson on Mar 13, 2012 20:56:26 GMT
Wordlessly she climbed to her feet, feeling her shirt unstick from the cut on her back with a little discomfort. Evidentially leaning back earlier had reopened it, wonderful. She didn't comment though, nor make a sound of pain as she moved to follow the Vampyre.
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Post by Kana Lémartes on Mar 13, 2012 21:53:13 GMT
Kana appraised Charity. "You'll be glad to know I have a trained surgeon on my personal staff. I suggest you pay him a visit once we have finished. I expect you to have to have those wounds treated properly before you arrive for work tomorrow." He paused, his hand on the door handle. "Oh yes, and let me make it clear that you will address me as "Mr Lémartes" at all times. Use of my first name is a privilage you have to work hard to earn."
Satisfied that he had not forgotten anything, he opened the door and began his tour. "You will not need to enter most of the rooms in my mansion, bar my offices and on occasion the interrogation rooms, one of which you have already seen."
He led his new employee through the sizable house, pointing out rooms as they walked past. "As you see, my office is on the top floor. My personal quarters are the floor below. You will not enter them again without my express permission."
As they moved through the house, Kana made sure to let Charity know which rooms she would and would not be allowed to enter. The latter list was considerably longer than the former.
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Post by Charity Jackson on Mar 13, 2012 21:57:58 GMT
She repeated each piece of information three times in her head to ensure it was properly embedded, the same way her father had taught her as she followed after the man and responded with almost military precision when questioned or spoken to. As for the comment about his personal quarters, that was no problem as she had no intention of entering them again unless it was to smother him while he slept. Though given how abysmally he outmatched her in close combat she struck that out. She'd shoot him from a great distance. Or plant explosives.
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