Mischief

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Yuck for unplanned overtime. ):

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I was waiting on Elsa to post first, as I was hoping for a response to Fallon's question. If she hasn't posted by tomorrow, though, I'll be sure to get something up.

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Sorry @Elsa, I thought it might be helpful to delay their entrance at the Boggart's Hole so that things can maybe get a little more established before more people show up. I just thought it might be a little less complicated if we got some of the characters' reasons for being there out of the way first. I can easily edit it if it would just be better if we get there now, though.

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It just so happened as Fallon's foot dropped to the ground floor that she heard Aignéis' voice. Although the boss' voice always demanded attention, there were times she could somehow add that extra edge, making it clear that she expected a prompt response. Fallon was thankful she wasn't busy for the moment, as her current position on Aignéis' 'good side' was by no means a permanent one. But the young elf woman was very confident. After all, it wasn't difficult to please the brothel's head elf. All you had to do was do your job, learn what was expected of you, and most importantly of all: not fail to earn your pay.

It wasn't just Aignéis who would throw a girl out for not earning their stay. Too many times had Fallon seen customers run out without paying, leaving the girls they'd laid with to deal with the consequences. And any girl who thought giving out a free treat was a good idea would be much worse off. Usually Fallon demanded to be paid up front, which often solved the problem. She'd learned to do this about two years after living in her first brothel. Her customer at the time was somewhat regular, coming in once or twice a month trying out different girls. Fallon had learned from the others that he always tried to bargain a price, but he was desperate enough to pay the proper fee. When the time came that he ended up with Fallon, he thought he would take advantage of her young and delicate age and tried to take off without paying. That was also when Fallon learned the lesson that you could defend pushing a man down the stairs if he stole from you. Thankfully, she'd been able to avoid that situation since she started taking their coin first.

Fallon shook the memories from her head as she navigated through the dusty rooms of the building, her ears twitching in response to the voices she was following. Aignéis and Myla were conversing about the girl who was hanging from a thread at the brothel. They'd mentioned the girl's name, but Fallon still didn't bother paying attention to it. When she'd reached the two, she hardly raised an eyebrow at Myla on the table. It wasn't an unusual sight. "You should take Isi," Myla said to Aignéis, ignoring Fallon's presence. Fallon didn't mind. Although they were never on bad terms, they had an unspoken agreement that they simply existed around each other and not much more.

When Myla left with her 'date,' Aignéis too did not speak a word, simply gestured for Fallon to follow. Fallon dipped her head in response, though she wished she'd worn a more modest dress today. But there was no time to change now as they were quickly breezing out the door. Obviously there was business to attend to. On the way through, Fallon unhooked a thin shawl from beside the door. As an escort, she was often required to leave the brothel, and the Blight was not a safe place for a whore in revealing cloth. Thus, the girls all made sure to cover their chests, shoulders, and arms before leaving to go anywhere. Nobody complained if one wore another's clothing.

Outside, life was bustling as always: urchins ducked in and out of shadowy alleyways, gnomes and elves alike pulling covered carts for delivery to market stalls, pixies flitting about here and there as though they couldn't decided where to go or what to do. One could almost look at the scene and feel cheerful, if it weren't for the sounds of angry shouts and loud sobs in the distance, and the scent of excrement, trash, and smog in the air.

"May I ask where we are headed?" said Fallon, quickly draping the shawl around her as she matched Aignéis' pace. She was curious as to why she'd been specifically requested, but didn't dare question it. She assured herself it couldn't be a bad thing, and that she would find out soon enough. It was obviously for business, and if Aignéis wanted Fallon's presence for it, it could only be a good sign.

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Okay I'm going to read what I can tonight, but there won't be any progress on my part until tomorrow. I'm absolutely exhausted, bleck. So I'll get caught up on IC posts and then see where that leaves me.

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Ooooooh shit's goin' dooooowwwwwwwwn. /:

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I don't expect to be using images in my posts often if at all, I simply felt like it would be nice to incorporate one into my intro post. And now you can see generally what Mallaidh the doll should look like, although she's basically just fabric with very little stuffing now. :P

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Fallon stood at the small, dirty window in her room, squinting to try to make out the forms marching wearily beneath it. The view never changed, but still she stood at the window every day, as if one day she would be surprised at what was happening in the world outside. What she hoped to see, however, she could never be certain. With a resigned sigh, knowing that today was just as every other day, she lifted her eyes to try to see beyond the filth of the Blight, perhaps even beyond the edges of Drezlen. Sadly, however, Fallon's room was not very high off of the ground to begin with and Drezlen was a vast and complicated city. She doubted she would ever see life outside of this dreadful place.

"Someday I will at least be able to see a tree. Or a clean river! Like the Blackwash, but I would be able to dip my toes in it ... and not have them fall off." Fallon backed away from the window that threatened to kill her dreams. She sat on her stiff bed, plucking the limp fabric doll off of her itchy sheets. It had been stuffed once, but that was many years ago. "Maybe one day the mayor himself will request some ... company. And while I'm there, I will gaze out his windows way up there and see forests, and blue skies, and sparkling waters. Maybe one day I will even be able to leave Drezlen ... Of course, I'll be taking you with me, Mallaidh," she said to the doll, squeezing it gently with her hands as though to hug it. She wasn't sure why she still loved the doll so much. The memories tied to it weren't necessarily pleasant. But, at the same time, they were the only ones she had.

Fallon sighed and stood up, walking gently across the room in her slippers to put Mallaidh away in her drawer. She stepped just the way she'd been taught most of her life. Feet soft and delicate, making no noise. 'Swing those hips you don't got, girl' she used to hear often. Since those days she'd grown into womanhood, but her face was still childlike and innocent in appearance. Most of her customers came back as regulars for that purpose. There were a surprising number of men with some interesting -- and sometimes twisted -- fantasies and desires. Some of the things they'd asked Fallon to do she would never admit to a soul, not even under torture. Except for Aignéis, of course. It was important to inform Aignéis of customer's preferences and 'do not evers' to ensure they return, coins in hand.

Glancing over at the window once more, the elven girl let the quiet dreams die away once again. She couldn't let them interfere with her, not today. Aignéis would not be in a pleasant mood, and if a whore wanted her pay, Aignéis had to be pleased. Fallon had seen what the other escort had done to her customer's face. She had never bothered to learn the poor wench's name. She knew the girl wouldn't last long. "She'd be just fine if she just did her job. It isn't a difficult task," Fallon muttered to herself, refusing to pity the other girl. "It's no matter, she'll be gone soon enough." She had seen her type come and go many times in her years as a prostitute and escort.

After so many years of living in places just like this one, it was easy to tune out the regular sounds you could hear throughout the day. Even though floods of fairly strong emotions came at Fallon from every which direction, this was something else she'd become accustomed to. Most often she could feel the guilt, the lust, even the fire of anger that came with sleeping with a fae prostitute. There were one or two times she'd caught on to a customer becoming a little too involved, which she discovered often led to putting the subject of his obsession in danger. Now she always informed Aignéis and her brothel sister of those.

Lifting her hand mirror to her face, Fallon double checked to ensure that she looked presentable, then left the room to descend the stairs. On days like these, life in the brothel could be a bore. She'd only had one customer today, to no fault of her own. Business today was just moving terribly slow.

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I agree with cthulu. I like the idea of a day/night counter like that.

My first IC post will be up this evening, as I have a class to go to soon. I can't wait to hurry home and get writing. :D

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Elsa said
sorry, sorry, i'm a bit restless today :/

Same here, except I've been pretty restless the last few days.