Harriet's Orphanage, Hamlet
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At Harriet's orders, two of the guards headed out of the room and disappeared down the hall, only to reappear rather quickly with drinks for each of the boys before moving to offer Harriet a small glass of what looked to be red wine, but the fruit smell and the soft trail of mist from it, it was mulled wine.
"Ah, you're too kind Vonny." She cooed to her bodyguard before she turned to the boys as they spoke.
She gave a small smile as the boys spoke about not needing pay and just wanting to work, she took a sip from her mulled wine and reveled in the warmth that flooded down her body before she opened her mouth to speak; her phone suddenly chiming off catching her off guard as she moved to put the glass of mulled wine down with a bit of a sneer.
"Forgive me, little ones. I need to take this." She said to the boys before she moved to answer the phone with a bemused look on her face.
She listened to the words spoken to her, this 'Detective' seemed so full of himself when it came to her having crimes against her.
"I'm curious to know what crimes you have against me, Detective." She responded calmly, flattening her ears back as the boys could see the silent anger rumble in her coloured eye.
"And if it is majorively 'taking kids' away from their families, then you need to look into what really happened." Her voice grew angry for a mere second before turning back to cold and almost emotionless.
"If you think you will dare take those sweet souls back to the places that abused them-" She pushed her chair back as she stood, her wings ruffling angrily as she said so, her tail swishing in anger. She wasn't yelling down the phone, but her voice raised in volume and slightly shifted in tone,
"-Be it Sexually, Mentally or Physically; all while your shitstains you call police officers do everything in their power to help the Abuser; you will find yourself sorely mistaken. And if you think I am solely going to give myself up; you mustn't have heard who I am." She rumbled before she hung up on Kingsley before he could get another word in.
There was a moment of silence, as Harriet stared at the table in anger as he sharp nails and claws on either hands dug into the table before she seemed to switch personalities as if the phone conversation never happened.
Her tail moved quickly, pulling the chair back under her as she sat down and picked up her glass and gave a gentle smile to the boys.
"Apologies, you needn't have seen that." She spoke softly.
"I'm aware you do not need money, but everyone who works for me, is paid. We do not do one-sided relationships here; you help me, offering yourselves as soldiers - Although it harms me to think of young ones like you as such - You will be compensated. Yes?" She motioned with her hand slightly, as if gently pushing something away. She waited for the teenagers response patiently, despite the rage through her body bubbling aggressively; wanting to rip and tear at Kingsley as soon as she got close to him.
Webbs' Penthouse, Xaviar Tower, Jeweled Bank
The shower was what he had needed, now he was warm and dry, bundled in the blankets of the master bed.
A bed, he'd never had a bed before.
This Bed was warm.
But he couldn't dwell on that currently, he needed to think of what he was going to do, he had to earn where he resided, after all.
Maybe he'd wait until dusk, when the sun went down so he wasn't going to stick out too much. But would they still be around if he was to wait until then? Many had to sleep, even Mafia had to do so, yes?
He grumbled to himself, stepping out of the blankets on the bed before he moved over to where his fresh clothes were.
Must remember, Thank Ezra. Webb thought to himself as he got dressed and looked over out his window, his spider-butt twitching slightly before he breathed out slowly.
Plan. Action.
Silverside
Webb would admit he had no idea where he was looking, he walked the streets quietly as he kept an eye out; looking around with his ears pricked.
Canary of Silver, where are hiding?
Apartment, White Pines
The Night Before
He stumbled back into his Apartment after his Gig, it wasn't has secret filled as a few of his last ones, his sources were quiet at the moment. Possibly people were planning different things, sure; but so was he. But he needed money.
Money, and people.
He groaned as he dragged himself to the bathroom, he felt like death. The Scent of alcohol drenched most of his clothes and the dusty smell of Weed hung in his hair.
The white haired musician looked at himself in the mirror, watching his reflection look back to him with a cocky smirk that he knew he
didn't have on his own face.
"What."
"Look at you. This is the lowest you've been in a while. Let me in and I'll show you real fun, might even get us where we want. Get Alia back, break some necks-""
Don't Bring up her name. Don't even fucking
think about her you retched bastard." The words were venom out of his mouth, he felt queazy and weak, and he wasn't going to fight Bard off in this state. "You stay where the
fuck you stand now. I'm going to do this
my way."
"Bah, you're no fun."He opened his medicine cabinet, moving the mirror away from view as he did so. He reached up for a small bottle of pills; swearing internally as he realized he only had a couple pills left.
Shit, and my last doc threw me out because of Bard. How am I going to get rid of him? He thought to himself before he opened the bottle and dropped the two, pink pills into his hand. He closed his eyes and winced as he moved his head back to throw down his pills dry.
He felt his stomach lurch at this action, but at least he wasn't sick...
"They died because of you. You did this to them. She's gone because of you. You should have been killed that day. Should have been you.
Should have been you.
It.
Should.
Have.
Been.
You."
Glade jolted awake holding his head, stifling a loud scream that would almost ring through the entire apartment.
Fuck he needed to stop having those night terrors. He was going to be kicked out
again if he continued doing this.
Augh, he was
definitely Hung over. Hopefully his bread was still good to eat.
He pulled himself up off his bed and stumbled out into the kitchen and over to the counter. He stared down at the bread in its bag;
Mouldy.Fuck.
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