The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)
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				Title: <strong>The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 00:33:51</strong>
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				Target: Elissa "Lissy" Malone<br><br>Age: 23<br><br>Target shown has known anger and abandonment issues as explained elsewhere in this file. Stemming from unhappy childhood experiences, target will not be the easiest assignment. First, target has known sexual partner "Derrick"- who shows multiple high risk behaviors. Get him out of the way before he gives any diseases to Elissa.<br><br>Second, is to build her trust- or at least her sexual apitite without Derrick in the picture. This assignment is important agent, mutations target is believed to have are outlined as follows. . .<br><br>-------------<br><br>Seattle cloudy skies refuse to let up on another "perfect" day for Elissa. Cold, wet, and damp like everything else- she had no idea the events being played behind the curtains for her. . .
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 04:00:37</strong>
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				<em> beep… beep… beep…</em><br><br>Elissa pulled the covers over her head.<br><br><em> beep… beep… beep…</em><br><br>Her hand shot out and took a hold of the phone.&nbsp; She didn’t look as she flung it across the room, taking satisfaction from the crack as it hit a wall.&nbsp; Dragging a pillow over her head to block out the meager morning light Elissa tried to go back to sleep.<br><br><em> beep… beep… beep…</em><br><br>“God fucking damnit!”&nbsp; She sat up pinching the bridge of her nose tightly.&nbsp; She just wanted to fucking sleep!&nbsp; Resigning herself to the fact that she would have to go get the phone to make the beeping stop she reluctantly got out from between the sheets, teeth chattering.&nbsp; She made her way to the phone and picked it up.<br><br>It read, ‘Its 5 dumbass, get ready for work at 7.’<br><br>Elissa froze.&nbsp; She killed the alarm and looked at the time.<br><br>6:20.<br><br>Cussing loudly she tossed the phone on the bed and ran for the bathroom.&nbsp; She didn’t wait for the water to heat up and forced herself into the icy stream, teeth chattering worse than ever.&nbsp; Five minutes later saw the shivering girl dragging a brush through her hair and bushing her teeth with a towel wrapped tightly around her small frame.<br><br>Next came clothing.&nbsp; It looked and felt cold today, then again when was it not, so she pulled on a thick pair of sweatpants.&nbsp; With one long-sleeve shirt a short-sleeve one over that then a sweatshirt she was almost ready to run for it.&nbsp; She burnt her toast, but one look at the clock told her she didn’t have time to make another one.&nbsp; She was already running late.&nbsp; <br><br>So, tired, cold, running late, and on an empty stomach, Elissa got onto her bike and started the thirty minute ride through Seattle’s back alleys that would get her to the Dollar Tree she was employed at.&nbsp; It was already 6:50.<br><br>It was 7:30 when she actually managed to sign in to work.&nbsp; Her bike had thrown her resulting in a jacked up ankle.&nbsp; The rest of the ride had been painful every time she moved her foot, resulting in much slower progress.<br><br>“Nice to see you're on time.”&nbsp; Her manager said coldly.&nbsp; Elissa didn’t reply.&nbsp; Gritting her teeth she just went out to the cashier’s register.&nbsp; The girl who had covered the last half hour for her scowled darkly.<br><br>“Thanks for getting here so fucking late.”&nbsp; The dumb blond hissed, before storming off.&nbsp; Practically snarling Elissa settled in for a damn long day at work.&nbsp; Only it wasn’t going to be that long anyways.&nbsp; She got off at one today, that meant she would be getting three and a half hours.&nbsp; Just fucking great.&nbsp; Looked like she’d be scimping on dinner tonight.&nbsp; Again.&nbsp; At least her water and electricity were paid up to the end of the month.&nbsp; Nine more days of heat and water.&nbsp; Whoop de do.<br><br>Elissa quietly did her work.&nbsp; Two hours managed to pass with no incidents; it wasn’t really that busy a time of day.&nbsp; The trouble didn’t start until a group of men walked in.&nbsp; They were loud, and one of them quite obviously high.&nbsp; Gritting her teeth Elissa sat behind the counter waiting for them to get up there.&nbsp; One of the morons attempted to be all stealthy about lifting a soda and shoving it in his coat.&nbsp; Elissa rolled her eyes.&nbsp; It wasn’t like she gave a shit whether or not they stole from this place.&nbsp; She hated working here anyways.<br><br>They reached the counter and Elissa got up doing her best to ignore them.&nbsp; Snatching the stuff they would admit to having taken she started ringing them up and bagging it all. Between the four of them they managed to make it past 15 dollars.<br><br>“Fifteen dollars and 43 cents please.”&nbsp; She monotoned.&nbsp; They looked at each other, then to her.<br><br>“You sure you did that math right girl?”<br><br>Elissa ground her teeth together.&nbsp; If they thought they could intimidate her they were fucking wrong.&nbsp; “Yeah.&nbsp; Yeah I’m sure.&nbsp; Now hand over the money so you can take your thieving asses out of here.”&nbsp; That third sentence had just sort of… slipped out.&nbsp; She hadn’t meant to say it.&nbsp; Seriously.&nbsp; She really hadn’t meant to.<br><br>“You fucking bitch!”&nbsp; One of them yelled, drawing the attention of the few other customers in the store.&nbsp; “I oughta fuck up that face of yours!”&nbsp; <br><br>Elissa felt red hot with fury.&nbsp; Fuck up her face?&nbsp; “Well no matter what you do to me you couldn’t make me look half as hideous as that mask you’re wearing.&nbsp; Oh wait?&nbsp; That’s what you actually look like? Whoops my bad.”<br><br>Elissa wasn’t precisely certain what would have happened after that.&nbsp; There were witnesses after all, if they attacked her first she could cut them up all she wanted to, but her manager darted out of the back room.<br><br>“Go back to my office.”&nbsp; It was an order, and when your manager gave you an order in that tone you did what they said unless you wanted to lose your job.&nbsp; Fuming Elissa stormed through the store and sat down in her managers chair.&nbsp; Idly she flipped through a few papers on his desk.<br><br>When he came back he didn’t bother closing the door.&nbsp; He just scowled at her sitting in the chair.<br><br>“Hand over the shirt.”&nbsp; Elissa stared at him blankly.<br><br>“You're fired.”<br><br>She stared at him for a moment in disbelief.&nbsp; She was in shock.&nbsp; He couldn’t have just fired her.&nbsp; They’d been stealing for christ’s sake!&nbsp; But he had.&nbsp; He’d just fucking done it.&nbsp; She stood up and pulled the short sleeve store shirt over her head and threw it at him.&nbsp; “Fuck you.”&nbsp; She then stormed out of his office and grabbed her things out of the back room, him watching her the whole time.&nbsp; Once she had everything she walked outside and stood there in the cold.<br><br><em>What the hell do I do now…</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 17:10:23</strong>
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				Heh, Elissa had no idea that the net was closing in around her. The obnoxious men? Paid actors. They think they just filmed part of the pilot for a reality TV show. The manager was legit, and he was pretty sure she'd have to go further before she was fired.<br><br>The agent looks down one more time, sending the last of a series of text messages to a private detective. Elissa often had sexual relations with a man named Derrick, a drug dealing scumbag who keeps trying to get Elissa hooked while fucking other women on the side. Normally there would be some guilt on ruining a guy's life just for knowing the target- but not today. He was going to drag up everything he could find on Derrick that the police don't know about. Everything.<br><br>And one more text message to a very good actress, one being paid to try to get Derrick to sleep with her while a certain Private Investigator was watching. She's actually 20 but for the next week every single piece of documentation on her will say she's only 15. Everything, plus some things the Advanced were willing to fake.<br><br>Completing the text, he puts the phone away.<br><br>The Agent, Jim in this identity, was 26, tall, dark, and handsome thanks to some of the best medical care money could by and dressed as someone with alternative sensibilities but some money to back it up. Even a few tattoos peak out from under his shirt collar and wrists.<br><br>"<strong>Hey- Elissa right?</strong>" he approaches, "<strong>You have the look of someone whose just been fired. Can I talk to you for a second?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 00:50:05</strong>
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				Elissa looked up.&nbsp; She felt a little nauseous from low blood sugar, but it wasn’t like she didn’t spend around fifty percent of the time feeling this way.&nbsp; It wasn’t anything new.&nbsp; Besides once you got hungry enough your body stopped acknowledging the feeling.&nbsp; It would go away in a few hours.<br><br>“Yeah?” She asked, putting as much hostility into her voice as she could manage.&nbsp; “So what if I just got fired?&nbsp; What do you want?”&nbsp; Her arms were wrapped around her midsection, her posture dismissive.&nbsp; She was trying to remember how much money was in her purse.&nbsp; Thirteen bucks?&nbsp; Fucking hell.&nbsp; There was a little saved up in the bank…&nbsp; But nowhere near what she needed.&nbsp; Shit.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 01:35:07</strong>
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				"<strong>What I want is a new register girl at my store and I want to know what they were paying you at Dollar Tree so I know how hard I have to pitch, because I like the idea of someone maning the registers who isn't afraid to kick the asses of customers who diverse it.</strong>" he responds, with a smirk.<br><br>"<strong>But hey, if you're more in the mood to snap at everyone who walks by- please, continue.</strong>" he continues- popping a pez. Heh, that was the other reason he was in the store- and the one his cover had. Pez. Honest, on brand Pez. Surprisingly rare now-a-days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 03:33:15</strong>
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				Elissa stared.&nbsp; It sounded way too good to be true.&nbsp; Stuff that was too good to be true was just that, not true.&nbsp; But she needed a job.&nbsp; It was starting to sink into her that she had no job, and at the moment very little money.&nbsp; Crawling back to Derrick would be humiliating.&nbsp; She didn't want to.<br><br>"Sorry."&nbsp; She muttered, feeling the word almost stick in her throat.&nbsp; She didn't say it very often.&nbsp; It was an admission that she had been wrong.&nbsp; "Haven't eaten yet today, kinda hungry you know?"&nbsp; She looked away quickly.&nbsp; An excuse.&nbsp; Good a one as any.<br><br>"They paid me minimum wage, and gave me crap hours."&nbsp; She could have lied, but that could lose her the job he was offering if he checked.&nbsp; Better to be honest in this.&nbsp; "I can do minimum I just need full time hours, as much as you can give me.&nbsp; I can't pay the bills without that."<br><br>Feeling uncertain, and perhaps just a touch hopeful Elissa almost looked up at the man.&nbsp; She forced herself not to.&nbsp; It wouldn't work out.&nbsp; No one was dumb enough to hire a troublemaker.&nbsp; <br><br>"Um, I'm Lissy."&nbsp; She supplied uncomfortably.&nbsp; "Who are you anyways?&nbsp; And what store are you talking about?"&nbsp; Pressing the attention off of herself and back onto the handsome stranger relaxed her stance, and finally swept away the last of Elissa's embarrassment over apologizing.&nbsp; Confident once again she raised her eyes to meet his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 06:15:50</strong>
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				Jim nods and smiles- thankfully the store really was a real store. It made this easier.<br><br>"<strong>Red Planet Tattoos and Clothes,</strong>" Jim begins, handing over a business card, "<strong>I'm Jim the Manager. Mostly, it's a tattoo parlor that also sells t-shirts, body jewelry, and bumper stickers. We just want someone up front to man the register on the t-shirt side of things.</strong>"<br><br>Heh, according to his file the address is even closer.<br><br>"<strong>As for pay and hours, looks like I have good news and bad news then. Starts at $9.50 an hour and goes up as time goes on. But as for hours, I can only guarantee 30 hours a week as you start. 40 a week can be done, especially if you cover for other cashiers, just saying that in the beginning I can't guarantee it.<br><br>But hey, you don't have to decide right now- you taking lunch soon?</strong>"
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				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 06:31:18</strong>
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				Elissa took the card.&nbsp; It looked legit, and thirty hours a week at $9.50?&nbsp; That was almost $300 a week, totaling a little under $1200 a month.&nbsp; She could survive off of that.&nbsp; She was careful with water and electricity and she was even more careful with food.&nbsp; Since she didn't have a car and didn't have to pay for gas or any of that crap her costs were meager enough that she could seriously live off of what he was saying.&nbsp; This wasn't just good news, this was a fucking miracle.<br><br>If it was real.<br><br>"Yeah I'm taking lunch."&nbsp; She hadn't intended to until now.&nbsp; Elissa looked up at Jim and bit her lip.&nbsp; She almost felt... guilty.&nbsp; She knew she wasn't someone most people wanted to spend time around, and here this stranger was offering her a fucking dream complete with butterflies and flowers in a meadow with its own personal rainbow.&nbsp; She looked back at the card.<br><br>"Are you sure you want to offer me this job?"&nbsp; The words were moronic, Derrick would have said she was not only a whore, but a dumb one as well.&nbsp; Well fuck him.&nbsp; This guy, whoever he was, was sticking a leg out for her.&nbsp; Which made her a little suspicious by itself but hey.&nbsp; Sometimes you had to swallow your pride and not look a gift horse in the mouth.
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 08:18:50</strong>
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				Jim snickers in response, downing another Pez.<br><br>"<strong>Funny thing about the tattoo business. If people are too polite, it's assumed that the artists need to be polite to get repeat business. As in, they don't have the artistic skill.</strong>" he chuckles.<br><br>"<strong>Doesn't mean I'd be giving you free rein to be a psychotic bitch. Just that the working atmosphere is probably going to be a little more relaxed, to put it one way. Subs sound good?</strong>"
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				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 08:30:12</strong>
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				It made sense.&nbsp; She'd been in tattoo parlors before, they did piercings way better than those fake creepy places that did it for free in the mall, and the people there had been, well rude.&nbsp; Not that she wasn't rude right back but still.&nbsp; It all came down to that the more she listened the more it seemed possible, although that still didn't explain why he had hired her out of nowhere.<br><br><em>Maybe he's just whimsical.</em>&nbsp; Elissa thought wryly.<br><br>"Yeah subs sound great.&nbsp; I'm more of a Subway girl myself but what would you rather?"&nbsp; She hoped he had walked here.&nbsp; She did not want to leave her bike here, or get in a car with a stranger no matter how well his story seemed to be checking out.&nbsp; She also didn't want to explain why she would need a ride from him.&nbsp; Hopefully he had walked and she would be able to just walk her bike alongside him.&nbsp; Her ankle wasn't hurting anymore although it was a bit stiff, and walking would be good for it.
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 18:27:37</strong>
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				"<strong>Tubs, personally- but I also want to show off the store,</strong>" he chuckles, "<strong>And we're a couple blocks from a Subway.</strong>"<br><br>Looking around a bit, he does have to ask, "<strong>So how'd you get here?</strong>"<br><br>Of course he knows from her file, but his cover ID wouldn't know- so he asks.
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				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 19:36:30</strong>
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				Elissa pursed her lips.&nbsp; He'd asked, so now she had to answer.&nbsp; She cut back a few nearly instinctive remarks, after all she was very close to becoming this mans employee, and responded fairly politely.<br><br>"I biked here.&nbsp; It's only like a half hour from my apartment to here and cars are really expensive what with insurance and all.&nbsp; Its easier to just bike around and have a bus pass."&nbsp; She glanced to him and continued speaking, though a note of caution had entered her tone.&nbsp; "So... Did you drive?&nbsp; Or did you walk here." 
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 20:19:07</strong>
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				"<strong>I drove,</strong>" he admits- continuing. This next move was tricky, the file did say she has trust issues.<br><br>"<strong>I do have a back rack on the back of my car though, if you want a ride.</strong>"<br><br>Hmm. . .this could go any direction, including some that he doesn't like. Well, the dice are tossed- just time to see how they land.
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				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 06:54:08</strong>
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				Elissa stiffened gritting her teeth tightly.&nbsp; She tried to keep her face smooth but her countenance had hardened considerably.&nbsp; The thought of getting in a car with some random stranger... was painful.&nbsp; &nbsp;Very painful.&nbsp; She knew what happened to girls who weren't cautious enough in the city.&nbsp; Derrick had laughed over stories like that with some of his drug dealer buddies.<br><br>On the other hand he was offering her a job.&nbsp; She needed a job.&nbsp; If she didn't get one within the next several days the chances of her getting kicked out of her apartment for not paying rent were high.&nbsp; Her landlord was very strict about paying rent on time.&nbsp; If she got kicked out she'd be on the streets, or back with Derrick.&nbsp; On the streets she had to sleep eventually, and at that point she would probably get jumped.&nbsp; If she went to Derrick she'd have to put up with his shit.<br><br>"Sure."&nbsp; Her voice was stiff, and she cringed internally.&nbsp; Way to sound friendly.&nbsp; Then again he hadn't asked for friendly.&nbsp; Who knew, maybe he'd consider her attitude a good thing.&nbsp; Although she doubted it.<br><br>"I'll just grab my bike."&nbsp; She turned quickly and forced herself to walk over to it quickly.&nbsp; Her heart was hammering far too fast.&nbsp; Her mind was rebelling against the thought of <em>getting into a car with a stranger.</em>&nbsp; She had to ignore it.&nbsp; She needed a goddamn job, if getting into a car and driving to a Subway was what it took to get the job so fucking be it.<br><br>She walked her bike back over to where he now stood by his car, and managed to get the bike onto the bike rack and secure.&nbsp; After that she forced herself to calm, sitting in the front passenger seat while he got into the drivers seat.&nbsp; Her back was stiff as a rod and her face empty of expression.&nbsp; It took all her willpower to stay seated as she heard the engine turn on.&nbsp; <em>It won't take long.&nbsp; Just don't freak.</em>&nbsp; Breathing deeply through her nose Elissa tried to keep her calm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 23:57:33</strong>
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				And, this time, her reach of trust pays off. Yeah, he knew what could happen- but it looked like the risk paid off.<br><br>"<strong>Alright, what else do you have to know. . .</strong>" he begins as he maneuvers traffic.<br><br>"<strong>Work uniform- there isn't one really. Try to keep it to stuff that you'd probably see in our store and don't go out of your way too piss people off, but otherwise I don't give a shit and neither will most customers.</strong>"<br><br>Hmm. . .keep it low profile, consistent with the character and a noticeable difference from Derrick.<br><br>"<strong>Drug policy- if I think you're on anything harder then weed you're on your ass, and you definitely don't come into work drunk or stoned. Otherwise, what you do on your off time is your business.</strong>"<br><br>A few more turns and the store front comes into view, both Red Planet and the Subway.<br><br>"<strong>Speak up if you have any questions, I have got to hit everything before you get any hours. Assuming you take the job of course.</strong>"
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				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 07:38:26</strong>
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				Elissa felt relief as both the Subway and the store he'd mentioned came into view.&nbsp; The sight of them reassured the rather paranoid girl that she was safe.<br><br>"No questions.&nbsp; And I'll take the job.&nbsp; After we get a bite do I need to fill out paperwork an' all?"&nbsp; Her mouth was watering at the thought of subs.&nbsp; She hadn't eaten in almost twenty-four hours and a good teriyaki chicken sandwich sounded great.
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 18:58:05</strong>
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				"<strong>There will be,</strong>" he admits- inwardly chuckling. The cover was in fact a real job. Complete with tax forms.<br><br>"<strong>Most of it repeats what I'm telling you know, but there's no doubt I'm forgetting something. Don't steal from the register or you're out on our ass, you'd think that would be obvious- but apparently not as the person you are replacing discovered.</strong>"<br><br>Heh, and just to show that chivalry isn't entirely dead- when he stops the car in a perking space and gets out he does go around to her side. She probably will beat him too it, but it's the thought- as they say.
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				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 21:51:42</strong>
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				Elissa jumped out of the car before he could reach her side, closing the door behind her quickly.&nbsp; It was an honest to god relief to be back on her feet.&nbsp; She had noticed him moving to open her door, and she appreciated the intent a little, but she could stand on her own two feet.&nbsp; She didn't need fake manners to be thrown at her.<br><br>She considered her bike for a second before deciding to just leave it where it was.&nbsp; It would be safer there anyways.&nbsp; "Well, whoever was stupid enough to steal from a job as good as this was a moron.&nbsp; I won't repeat their mistakes."&nbsp; And that there was a vow.&nbsp; Her luck would certainly not be kind enough to be this good again.<br><br>Elissa walked into the Subway and got in line, taking stock of the sandwich she wanted and ordering it as she waited.&nbsp; Pulling out the money she needed she waited quietly next to the man who looked to be her new employer.
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				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 23:50:36</strong>
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				"<strong>I got it,</strong>" he begins as she pulls out the money, "<strong>I'll write it off as a business expense- the owner will comp.</strong>"<br><br>Ordering his own sandwich it becomes obvious that he likes Italian and doesn't skimp.<br><br>"<strong>Let's see, what else. If one of the artists come in and it looks like he's drunk or stoned, send him too me- we have a guy who thinks he's more creative that way, which I guess is true, but on a customers skin is not the place for an experimental piece like the Creation of Man redone with scorpions.</strong>" he chuckles, watching the sandwiches finish their journey.
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				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 00:23:19</strong>
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				Elissa actually felt her lips twitch a little.&nbsp; The guy had a nice sense of humor, she'd give him that.<br><br>"Ok then, kick the ass of any customers who deserve it, but don't be a psychotic bitch.&nbsp; Wear stuff I could feasibly see in the store, and don't come to work drunk or stoned.&nbsp; If one of the artists comes in breaking that last rule send them to you.&nbsp; I think I can manage."&nbsp; She took her paid for sandwich gratefully and managed a slight smile.&nbsp; It really was nice of him to offer, he hadn't had to.<br><br>She snatched them a table and sat down, thinking about her good luck.&nbsp; It really was lucky for her.&nbsp; She glanced back up at him.&nbsp; "Um... Seriously.&nbsp; Thanks for this.&nbsp; I won't screw up, seriously."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 07:56:20</strong>
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				"<strong>Make sure that you don't,</strong>" he says, laying down the law a bit.<br><br>"<strong>I mean, I picked you up because from what I could see I liked your style- still do. Just don't make me regret it.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Let's see, anything else important. . .</strong>"<br><br>Hmm. . .seemed as good a time as any to set up the test of the waters.<br><br>"<strong>Ah, sexual harassment. That's important. Don't do that shit. I figure if everyone involved likes it then it's not harassment, but don't do it.</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 10:05:27</strong>
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				Elissa frowned at him.&nbsp; Had he had a problem with sexual harassment at his store?&nbsp; Well if some jackass tried to feel her up without her permission she was going to ensure that he never had kids.<br><br>"Isn't that like, a given?"&nbsp; She took another bite from her sub and swallowed before continuing.&nbsp; "What, you have problems with stuff like that at your store?&nbsp; Cause if someone takes liberties that aren't theirs I reserve the right to, what did you say earlier?"&nbsp; She took another bite.&nbsp; "Mmmm!&nbsp; Oh yeah.&nbsp; 'Kick the asses of those who deserve it.'&nbsp; If someone tries to fuck with me like that I will, and I cannot stress this enough, I will kick their ass all the way to the fuckin' hospital that they will then need."<br><br>She set the wrapper down.&nbsp; She was a fairly fast eater, and she'd only gotten a six inch sub.&nbsp; She didn't want to overeat and make herself sick.<br><br>"And I don't harass people.&nbsp; People harass me."&nbsp; She glanced at him.&nbsp; She had a feeling she'd come on a little strong, hell he might change his mind now.&nbsp; Whatever.&nbsp; She watched the tabletop and readied herself for disappointment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 06:55:48</strong>
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				"<strong>Yeah, I figured it's a given. And it's not really a problem.</strong>" he assures, which is absolutely true. The only one she really had to worry about was Jim, to an inward chuckle.<br><br>"<strong>I'm required by law to say something along those lines at some point- I figure may as well get it out of the way.</strong>"<br><br>Heh, it's definitely interesting when the cover story is just as real as the truth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 03:00:47</strong>
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				Elissa shrugged.&nbsp; "Cool then.&nbsp; And I guess I'll just fill out the paperwork after this."&nbsp; She sat back biting her lip absentmindedly.&nbsp; She had seriously struck gold.&nbsp; Nine dollars and fifty cents an hour was an improvement over what she had had, and the way things had been going at Dollar Tree 30 hours a week would be more than she was getting at her old job anyways.<br><br>"So,"&nbsp; The silence felt uncomfortable for her.&nbsp; "Did you actually hire me because I sassed customers who were probably carrying guns and drugs on their persons?"&nbsp; She was curious.&nbsp; I mean, that wasn't what most managers looked for in employees.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 19:21:58</strong>
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				"<strong>Did you see the same costumers I did,</strong>" he chuckled- better not share that they were paid actors.<br><br>"<strong>To me, it looked like if they were carrying drugs it would be overpriced ADD meds. Spoiled douchebags, only dangerous when they've had a few and are behind the wheel of daddies car. Those types, yes.</strong>"<br><br>Hmm. . .better add something manager-like.<br><br>"<strong>Now, real costumers with drugs and guns- well, it's just money. Handy, but not worth dying over.</strong>" he says, accenting it with a bite in his sandwich.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 19:51:53</strong>
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				"Well, I mean as long as I get paid overtime while a gun is being pointed at me, I mean it's not my money I'll be handing over."&nbsp; She threw him a quick grin to show she wasn't quite serious.&nbsp; Although overtime for stuff like that would be nice.<br><br>Getting up she tossed her wrapper in the can then sat back down.&nbsp; She kept still for a moment, then glanced back up.&nbsp; "Oh yeah, but if they insult me, well I mean they could have just pointed the gun and said, 'You hand money over now,' instead of going and making it all personal."&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled a little more now.&nbsp; "I make no guarantees on any robbers safety if they pull insults out of their ass in reference to my personage."&nbsp; This guy was her manager, and he seemed way easier to get along with than the stick up his ass guy who'd run Dollar Tree and the even larger stick up her ass girl who'd run McDonald's.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 20:28:09</strong>
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				He snickers, toasting her with his drink before he speaks.<br><br>"<strong>Just remember, it's hard to collect overtime when you are not among the living.</strong>" he chuckles openly.<br><br>"<strong>And I don't think I'm allowed to pay overtime for staring down the barrel of a gun, the owner likes to discourage such things. Just saying.</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 21:11:47</strong>
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				She smiled and nodded, falling into a silence which was now comfortable.&nbsp; The quick chat was enough to put her at ease for the moment.<br><br>Shit, she had a job!<br><br>Elissa didn't quite smile, but she wasn't frowning either.&nbsp; Head leaned against the booth back Elissa relaxed idly tapping her hands on the booth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 08:55:35</strong>
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				"<strong>Finished with your sandwich?</strong>" he asks, "<strong>Wrap what's left and we can go on the grand tour.</strong>"<br><br>Heh, and she really did have a job. Not as hard to sell a job cover story when it was real. Even if just a front for a shadowy cabal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 19:57:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa nodded and stood up.&nbsp; She followed him out of the Subway into the bustling streets.&nbsp; Cold air prickled along her skin and Elissa found an honest smile on her face.&nbsp; Fuck the world.&nbsp; She could damn well survive, hell she could do better than survive, she could make a living for herself.<br><br>They walked into the shop and Elissa's first impression was that this was a place she wouldn't be embarrassed to be seen.&nbsp; She'd worked at McDonald's and Dollar Tree because there had been nowhere else to work.&nbsp; This place though, this place had a feel to it that she couldn't place.&nbsp; The tattooists art on the walls was nice to look at anyways, it was beautiful in her mind, and beauty and creativity were not something she was exposed to commonly.<br><br>Unless you counted the tattoos on Derricks back and chest.&nbsp; Fighting a grimace Elissa turned her attention back to Jim.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 07:51:04</strong>
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				"<strong>Alright, now Cassie- show her how the register works, the ropes,</strong>" he directs to the girl behind it, "<strong>I'll go get the paperwork.</strong>"<br><br>She responds with producing a little noose- then giggling.<br><br>"<strong>Cute, you know what I meant. And try not to lead her too astray, okay?</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 07:01:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa's lips twitched at Cassie's antics.&nbsp; She watched Jim head into the back and then slipped behind the counter with Cassie.<br><br>"So," Cassie spoke.&nbsp; "Jim hire you on the spot or something?"<br><br>Elissa shrugged.&nbsp; "Yeah, something like that."<br><br>Cassie put the 'noose' away and began to show Elissa around the cashier.&nbsp; It was basically what she already knew, and after a few moments they just leaned against the counter while Cassie talked about what work was like at the store and Elissa listened.&nbsp; All in all it sounded like heaven after the bullshit she had put up with at her previous jobs.<br><br>When Jim came back out it was to find Cassie talking comfortably to Elissa and the new girl simply listening in, head quirked to the side.&nbsp; While she didn't look precisely comfortable she was far from tense.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 08:40:09</strong>
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				"<strong>He adds 50 bucks to your next paycheck if you bang him you know.</strong>" Cassie adds, acting like it's a conspiracy whisper that is neither particularly nor a whisper.<br><br>Jim just laughs in response, dropping off the paper work.<br><br>"<strong>Here's a pen, might want to finish before Cassie gets you in trouble.</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 09:56:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa rolls her eyes and sets to the paperwork, tuning out the world as she fills everything out, scanning the lines of legality she is agreeing to.<br><br>Every time she gets a new job she swears it feels like she is signing her soul away to the devil.&nbsp; Not that that would have to be a bad thing.<br><br>One more signature and she glances up looking around for Jim.&nbsp; Cassie nods to the back and Elissa heads back there to hand in her paperwork.&nbsp; Insolently, rather then leave to let him look it over, she leans against the doorway and watches him.<br><br>An impishness strikes her and while Jim is still looking over the extra paperwork she finds herself joking.<br><br>"So, an extra fifty bucks huh?"&nbsp; She keeps her voice as light as she can manage and raises an eyebrow in his direction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 17:57:54</strong>
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				"<strong>Heh, with what I'm packing I should <em>charge</em> 50 bucks.</strong>" he quips back, with a twinkle of mischief in his eye. Did he just mean to infer. . .<br><br>"<strong>Welcome aboard,</strong>" he adds, just a bit more serious, "<strong>I think you'll like it here.</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 04:19:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa raised an eyebrow, an expression that screamed, 'Uh huh.&nbsp; Sure.'&nbsp; But she smiled.&nbsp; A surprisingly genuine smile.<br><br>"Well I certainly hope I will.&nbsp; When do I start?"&nbsp; She hoped today honestly, but that wasn't likely.&nbsp; Chances were she would be shown the ropes a little more then scram back to her apartment to mope.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 01:53:08</strong>
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				"<strong>A bit more training for today.</strong>" he explains, "<strong>And I'm trying to write you into the schedule as we speak. Might be a day or two for official hours. You can however put yourself on the board.</strong>" he says, referring to a post-board&nbsp; now sticking out from behind the door to his office.<br><br>"<strong>If anyone needs time covered, call someone on the board. If you can't make your time, call someone on the board. Simple.</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 21:06:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa walked up to the board and immediately placed her name and calling information into a blank spot.&nbsp; When it asked what hours she was available she put 'Any'.&nbsp; This was her only job as of the moment, until she could manage to get another she was willing to get up at the crack of dawn if it meant more cash in her pocket.<br><br>"K then."&nbsp; She turned back to Jim.&nbsp; "I guess we should get to the rest of the training an' all?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 22:40:11</strong>
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				"<strong>Go forth, and be educated.</strong>" he replies with a chuckle.<br><br>----<br><br>It took him a little bit, but 48 hours later she was officially on the schedule. 32 hours a week, not bad for entry.<br><br>Her cell phone rings. Caller ID says it's the police. Officially policy seems to be keep phone use to a minimum but feel free if it's an emergency.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 23:19:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Incredulously Elissa stared at her phone.&nbsp; The fucking police?&nbsp; She hadn't broken any laws recently!&nbsp; And she had never done anything that was that serious in the past.&nbsp; Nervously Elissa looked around.&nbsp; No one was in this part of the Tattoo Parlor at the moment.&nbsp; Gritting her teeth Elissa answered.<br><br>"Hello?"<br><br>She waited with her heart pounding, waiting in dread.&nbsp; She knew she hadn't done anything that warranted police attention recently, but still.&nbsp; If her boss found out... I mean Jim was a cool guy, but... well she hoped they didn't want her for some sort of investigation or something.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 23:41:02</strong>
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				"<strong>Lissy,</strong>" Derrick's voice says over the line. Not using "Lissy, bitch" meant this was something important.<br><br>"<strong>You got to help me, I'm calling from the police station- this is my one phone call. I need some help, please!</strong>"<br><br>The desperation in his voice actually betrays a little fear in him, not a common emotion for Derrick.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 00:07:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa froze, paralyzed and stunned.&nbsp; Derrick... caught by the police?&nbsp; Oh god... Had he... Had they found coke in his car or something?&nbsp; Had he gotten pulled over for a broken headlight then...<br><br>And Derrick afraid... she'd... never heard that.&nbsp; Never.&nbsp; It made her heart beat like a wild thunder in her ears, her breathing escalate.&nbsp; She looked around, trying to find someone to take over for a bit.&nbsp; No one.&nbsp; She... had to stay calm.&nbsp; Jim wouldn't fire her for, for going to bail Derrick out.<br><br><em>Bail him out with what money?</em><br><br>"Wh-what happened?"&nbsp; Her voice sounded only a little shaky as Elissa tried to think of people she could bend into giving her the cash she would need to get Derrick out of this mess.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 00:12:07</strong>
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				He doesn't really respond for a second, then starts like he's pulling a bandage.<br><br>"<strong>I met a girl at a club, we started dancing a bit- getting into it. She said she was 15, but I knew she was lying. She had to be closer to 25, had too.<br><br>Anyway, we fuck in my car and after words the police are saying it's statutory rape. She even produced ID saying she was 15. It's bull shit, I'm being set up.<br><br>And now they're searching my house, my car, damn it- I need bailed out pronto!</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 00:18:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa's jaw dropped.&nbsp; She couldn't breathe.&nbsp; She couldn't see.&nbsp; Red.&nbsp; Red fucking everywhere.<br><br><em>I wish it was his blood... everywhere... that son of a bitch...</em><br><br>Cassie came out of the back.&nbsp; Always two people around in case one needed a break.&nbsp; Elissa stepped out from behind the counter, and walked past Cassie not saying a word.&nbsp; She walked out the back door and stepped into an alleyway.<br><br>"You... you expect me to spend money on you?&nbsp; After you just admitted to fucking a fifteen year old behind my fucking back?"&nbsp; Elissa finished in a scream, her hands were shaking.<br><br>"And... and where the hell am I supposed to get the fucking money anyways?&nbsp; I only just started a new job, after losing the one at Dollar Tree!&nbsp; Not that you would know that!&nbsp; You haven't called me in a goddamn week!&nbsp; And now this?"&nbsp; She was still yelling, and fighting tears of fury now.<br><br>"How much of an idiot do you think I am Derrick?&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Why the fuck should I help you?"&nbsp; She wasn't seeing red anymore but she... rage.&nbsp; Pain.&nbsp; So much pain.&nbsp; She had never been good enough for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 12:05:57</strong>
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				"<strong>Because she wasn't fucking 15. Have you been listening, bitch?</strong>" he repeats.<br><br>"<strong>I'd have to show her to you, but there was no fucking way she was 15.</strong>"<br><br>And the rest goes unmentioned or ignored entirely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 19:20:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Something inside of Elissa snapped.&nbsp; She just didn't care about him anymore.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; No that was a lie.&nbsp; She did care.&nbsp; She wanted him to suffer.<br><br>"I hope you enjoy prison Derrick."&nbsp; She hissed.&nbsp; "Hell I hope you enjoy fucking life imprisonment!&nbsp; And you know what?&nbsp; If the police come knocking on my goddamn door for info I'll tell them anything they fucking want to know!&nbsp; I'll be their goddamn slut if it fucks you over worse!&nbsp; Say hi from me to all your drug dealer rapist buddies who are already in there!"<br><br>She hung up.<br><br>Elissa was trembling, breathing fast and frantic.&nbsp; She felt dizzy.&nbsp; Cassie She felt a little sick.&nbsp; Still trembling she went back into the store.&nbsp; She walked like a zombie, moving dazedly towards the counter, when suddenly she was being guided away.&nbsp; Someone pushed her down in a chair.&nbsp; Someone was asking her questions.&nbsp; Cassie?...&nbsp; The... someone... Cassie... maybe... told her to just sit tight in.... Jim's... office for a bit.&nbsp; Take a breather.... take a...<br><br>The moment she was alone, Jim must have been out on lunch break, Elissa drew in on herself.&nbsp; She was shaking.&nbsp; Knees drawn to her chest Elissa fought down tears as hard as she could.&nbsp; She won.&nbsp; Face empty she shook on the chair.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 03:58:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was about 20 minutes before Jim got back, bringing with him the gift of sandwiches.<br><br>"<strong>Cassie called, sounded like you had a sort of mental breakdown. Anything you want to talk about? Over sandwiches?</strong>" he offers, taking his own seat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 06:18:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa looked up at Jim a little dazedly.&nbsp; Her legs were cramped from being curled into her for so long.&nbsp; Slowly she set her legs down on the ground.<br><br>He wasn't pissed.&nbsp; Leastways not visibly.&nbsp; That seemed almost too much to hope for.&nbsp; An understanding manager?&nbsp; Please... that was up there with Unicorns and Dragons on the likelihood scale.<br><br>But she did accept the sandwich.<br><br>Elissa just shrugged as she unwrapped the sandwich, eyes empty as she stared at the bread and meat and cheese with lettuce and other vegetables.&nbsp; "It's nothing... ex-boyfriend trouble.&nbsp; I shouldn't have flipped.&nbsp; I'm sorry."<br><br>She bit into the sandwich, savoring the tangy taste of mustard.&nbsp; Once she'd swallowed she glanced up at Jim.&nbsp; "I... hope you don't fire me for this... but thanks for the sandwich regardless..."&nbsp; Her eyes darted away, unable to hold his gaze while she felt so vulnerable.&nbsp; To distract herself she focused on just eating the sandwich.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 21:31:39</strong>
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				"<strong>Ex-boyfriend trouble that involves prison I hear.</strong>" he adds, taking a bit of his own- a Meatball Grinder of course.<br><br>"<strong>Any chance of him getting out and causing trouble?</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 22:58:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa choked.&nbsp; It took her a good minute to stop coughing, and once she had managed to start breathing normally again she focused in on Jim.&nbsp; Her face no longer looked vulnerable.&nbsp; She looked empty.&nbsp; Cold.<br><br>"So what if it is?"&nbsp; She put the half eaten sandwich down on its wrapper.&nbsp; She didn't want anymore.<br><br>"Where did you hear that anyways?"&nbsp; Her voice remained icy.&nbsp; This was precisely the reason it was so hard for her to keep a goddamn job.&nbsp; She never kissed ass.&nbsp; Well... no.&nbsp; Never.&nbsp; Not anymore.&nbsp; Not for anyone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 05:06:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Because you were yelling out in the parking lot your well wishes, and your wish of greetings to a certain subpopulation of the local prison.</strong>" he replies, just a little bit of a crack of wit right back.<br><br>"<strong>Which by the way, people a couple shops over could hear. Doesn't matter who told me, because three others did too.</strong>" he replies, taking a bite of his.<br><br>"<strong>Now, I'll ask again- is there a chance of him getting out and causing trouble in my store?</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 20:48:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa felt her cheeks slowly flush.&nbsp; She stared emptily at the half eaten sandwich.&nbsp; She swallowed and stared at the ground.&nbsp; She... hadn't realized she'd been so loud.&nbsp; Breathing slowly Elissa frowned at the ground.<br><br>"No.&nbsp; He won't get out.&nbsp; I know where he hides his dope.&nbsp; I'll call it into the police.&nbsp; That should screw him over even worse.&nbsp; Means I'll have to keep a gun under my pillow in case someone decides to slit my throat in my sleep but hey."&nbsp; Elissa shrugged.<br><br>"Can I go back to work now?"&nbsp; She fiddled with her shirtsleeve uncomfortably.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 03:31:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Hold on, back up a bit.</strong>" he replies.<br><br>"<strong>Did you just say you think there's threat to your life now? Seriously?</strong>" he asks, a bit of mock shock. He's read the files, he probably wouldn't- but that wasn't a guarantee. That's what the private eye was for, finding it without her being involved.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 04:42:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa rolled her eyes and shrugged.&nbsp; "I don't know.&nbsp; He had some nasty friends, they might take issue with me ratting him out."&nbsp; She sighed as she looked at the ground.&nbsp; <br><br>"Look I'll be fine, seriously."&nbsp; She finally looked up at him, meeting his eyes for a few seconds before looking away.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 05:50:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>You could always crash at my place.</strong>" he tosses out.<br><br>"<strong>Meaning the couch,</strong>" he chuckles, "<strong>The 50 bucks thing is just a joke.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Seriously though, don't be afraid to call if you need help.</strong>"<br><br><em>Mental note- subject could probably use a tail.</em> he adds internally, wondering how to play this out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 19:36:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa frowned at him.&nbsp; She barely knew the guy, and going to some guys apartment or house or whatever who she barely knew sounded downright stupid.&nbsp; However, there was paperwork and information that she worked for him, and she could take care of herself.&nbsp; Right now being somewhere know one in Derrick's circle would know about sounded rather appealing.<br><br>Elissa bit her lip.&nbsp; "You know seriously Jim," she started.&nbsp; "Sleeping on your couch tonight sounds kinda nice.&nbsp; If it won't be too much trouble.&nbsp; I'm probably gonna call the cops right after I get off work and... I mean I don't know that any of those crackheads will pull something, but I'd rather be somewhere else tonight."&nbsp; She shrugged.&nbsp; Was there anything at her house she didn't want to lose?&nbsp; Well yeah, but nothing that would devastate her.&nbsp; She had no keepsakes from her parents, no ring from her first boyfriend.&nbsp; Elissa had nothing she would cry over losing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>13-02-2010, 21:50:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Sounds like a plan,</strong>" he chuckles- wondering how much he should go for while she's on his couch. There is a mission after all.<br><br>"<strong>And it may be better if you called the cops now, get it out of the way. Just a suggestion.</strong>" he concedes, and looks over some paperwork.<br><br>"<strong>But no trouble, none at all.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 20:23:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa didn't reply, she just took out her phone and dialed 911.&nbsp; She didn't know how else to get in contact with the police.&nbsp; After she had established to the woman who picked up that she was calling to give information, she explained to them precisely where Derrick kept the drugs he sold.&nbsp; It was a really good hiding place to be honest, Elissa would never have figured it out if he hadn't shown her one time, all proud over how smart he was.<br><br>After they took down her name Elissa hung up the phone and sat there staring at the ground.&nbsp; She glanced at Jim then looked away quickly, muttered something barely audible about getting back to work, then stood up and left his office.&nbsp; She threw her sandwich in the garbage.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 22:44:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she left, he shut the door- having to make a few phone calls of his own.<br><br>"<strong>Yeah, she called the police. Told them about the obstacle's drug stash.</strong>" he begins, rattling off the location, "<strong>The police should be on their way, add the normal package if you can get there first but from the sound of things you won't have to.</strong>"<br><br>Nodding in response to what is said next with grunts of confirmation, he continues.<br><br>"<strong>Actually, she'll be sleeping on my couch tonight. Don't think she trusts me enough for that yet, but I'll keep my eyes open.</strong>"<br><br>And with that, the check in was done.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 19:47:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa worked the rest of her shift quietly.&nbsp; She only spoke when she needed to, and she forced a very fake smile onto her face.&nbsp; It was 6pm when she got off.<br><br>She went back to Jim's office door and knocked, she didn't know when he got off, or if he could just leave whenever he felt like it.&nbsp; When she heard the muffled, "Come in," Elissa opened the door and peeked in.<br><br>"Hey."&nbsp; She met his eyes for barely a second before she glanced away.&nbsp; "I dunno when you get off, or whatever, so I was just wondering if I should hang out for a bit at the Subway or something."&nbsp; She watched the floor for the most part, glancing at him occasionally when she spoke, but unable to hold hs gaze for longer than a second or two.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 12:12:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>That's the plus of being the manager,</strong>" he chuckles, "<strong>As long as my work is done- I can get off whenever I want.</strong>"<br><br>Truth be told, the people he worked for would have been willing to delegate for him, but he actually wanted to give it a try himself to see what it was like.<br><br>"<strong>And I got it done a while back, was getting a head start on tomorrow.</strong>" he says, getting his coat on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 08:44:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa nodded.&nbsp; Made sense.&nbsp; Lucky bastard could just do his work, sit around doing nothing, and get paid for it.&nbsp; She had to work her ass off playing mostly nice with jerk-off customers.&nbsp; Whatever.&nbsp; He'd probably earned his position through hard work or some such.<br><br>Oh who the hell was she kidding?<br><br>Elissa followed him out to the car, watching the ground and kicking pebbles whenever they came in reach of her toe.&nbsp; If he spoke she didn't hear it, too far off in her own world to hear whatever he had to say.<br><br>Derrick wasn't coming back this time.<br><br>Well really... even if he somehow got out, they were done.&nbsp; If he did get out he might come back to her, in a dark alleyway.&nbsp; With a few of his buddies.&nbsp; They'd probably rape her then kill her.&nbsp; Lovely thoughts really.<br><br>Elissa got into his car and slumped in the seat without saying a word.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 11:53:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He whistles to get her attention, having failed anything short as he starts the car.<br><br>"<strong>Hello, Lissy. I said I got a bit of a DVD collection- any preferences I should know about?</strong>"<br><br>---Meanwhile, Across Town---<br><br>The friends of Derrick had got the word. Someone sold them out, and did so quite well Derrick was well of his way to never leaving prison again- the botch had to have sold them out. Had too.<br><br>The idea was to keep it simple, pick the lock then devastate the bitch.<br><br>Of course, the anonymous tips from parties unknown had also made it a good police trap- and nobody else was the wiser. Yet.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 22:43:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa blinked at Jim, finally looking up.<br><br>"Oh.&nbsp; Anything not mushy and romantic."&nbsp; She shrugged.&nbsp; "Beyond that I don't care."&nbsp; She returned to staring out the window.&nbsp; She felt a little morose to be honest.&nbsp; It irritated her.&nbsp; Sure, fucking Derrick had always been fun, but honestly...<br><br>It wasn't worth it.&nbsp; So why should she feel sad?<br><br>---Across Town---<br><br>"Yo Anthony man, she even home?"&nbsp; Randy asked, watching the apartment closely.<br><br>"I dunno man, she never leaves her lights on I hear when she's away right?&nbsp; Lectricty bills an' all."<br><br>Randy scowled darkly.&nbsp; "Fuck this shit man, that bitch 'as gotta pay.&nbsp; Nobody fucks with us like that."<br><br>Anthony nodded, but neither moved towards the apartment, yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 23:20:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Blazing Saddles then,</strong>" Jim chuckless, "<strong>You can call that movie many things- mushy and romantic isn't one of them.</strong>"<br><br>He got out of the car then and did intend to go around to let her out, but honestly expected her to have done that on her own soon.<br><br>---Across Town---<br><br>"<strong>How long we going to let them sit like that?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Long enough to get comfortable, we know exactly where they are and what they've done. And apparently with the proof just falling into our laps. When they move or start getting sleepy they'll be easy pickings.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>And just like that the city gets 3 of it's heroin dealers off the streets.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Not to mention rapists and kiddie fuckers from what I hear.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Anonymous tips rock sometimes.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>You better believe it.</strong>"<br><br>And with that the cops keep watch over the flies unaware that they are already in a web, just waiting for the right moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 00:15:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa looked at Jim in surprise.&nbsp; "I love Mel Brooks."&nbsp; She smiled a little. "Best comedies ever," and returned to staring out the window.&nbsp; Elissa breathed evenly and spaced, returning to blanking the world out while her head rested against the glass.<br><br>---Across Town---<br><br>The sting operation worked in some ways, not in others.&nbsp; Randy was left with a bullet through his brain, blood and grey matter oozing across the sidewalk.&nbsp; Anthony managed to run.&nbsp; One policeman was hospitalized with multiple bullet wounds.&nbsp; One heroin dealer dead, another wanted by the police, with enough on him to screw him over.&nbsp; The policeman would not die.<br><br>The law considered this a win.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 07:31:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Huh, she hadn't. She really hadn't gotten out the door before he got around the car to open it.<br><br>Knocking on the window so that she knows what he's doing, he smiles as he opens the door.<br><br>"<strong>One more question then. How do you like your popcorn?</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 20:07:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa jumped slightly when he knocked on the window.&nbsp; She hadn't realized the car had stopped.&nbsp; Her cheeks flushed, and before he could open the door for her she fought the seat belt grabbed her bag and hurriedly jerked the door open.&nbsp; She squeezed out of the car, she hadn't wanted to open it too far for fear of hurting him, and stood there awkwardly.<br><br>"Um, really buttery."&nbsp; She glanced up at him then looked away, examining his house.&nbsp; It was nice honestly.&nbsp; She felt a small spike of envy, but Elissa fought it down as she turned a stiff smile towards him.&nbsp; "So, popcorn and a movie.&nbsp; Cheap version of the theater huh?"&nbsp; There was no bite to her words.&nbsp; She was just teasing, not reprimanding.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 12:23:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>I like thinking of it as 'more personal and versatile'</strong>" he snickers.<br><br>"<strong>Besides, I don't like the idea of getting stolen from- especially by people who are utterly uncreative when they do it.</strong>" he just about begins to rant when he pulls himself back.<br><br>-------<br><br>"<strong>Should we tell our agent the situation has been dealt with?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>No, it may affect his cover- and with the cover seems unlikely he'd find out before her. Let the police handle that.</strong>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 20:33:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa shrugged and smiled.&nbsp; "Whatever.&nbsp; I can't afford to waste money on big screens and special effects anyways.&nbsp; Way better stuff to spend money on."&nbsp; She didn't say what that stuff was, rent and food.&nbsp; She was pretty sure she'd be going hungry several times until she got her next paycheck.<br><br>She walked next to him up to the front door.&nbsp; Eyes glancing around a little.&nbsp; She liked his place to be honest.&nbsp; Had no idea how he managed to afford it, he must have gotten an inheritance or something, but she seriously liked the place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 11:42:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"<strong>Amen to that, though I reserve the right to take that back if they start making better movies,</strong>" he remarks, actually motioning an offer to take her coat like a gentleman. Mostly to throw her off of course- but it was the little touches that made these things special.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpitomyofShyness</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 00:44:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elissa opens her mouth to tell him she is fine, she can deal with her own damn coat, before remembering that a) she is his employee, b) she is his guest.&nbsp; Forcing another awkward looking smile she lets him take her sweater.<br><br>While he was putting the jackets away Nicole glances around the entryway.&nbsp; Tile floor, chandelier, stairs leading up to a second story, living room to her right, big ass television, well cared for carpet, comfy, comfy looking couch.&nbsp; She sure as hell wouldn't mind staying on that thing over her own bed any night.<br><br>Silly thought, but hey, a girl could dream right?<br><br>Knowing what they were going to watch Elissa walks over to the cabinets next to the TV and starts looking through his DVD titles.&nbsp; Pulling out Blazing Saddles it takes her only a few moments to get the TV up and running along with the DVD player.&nbsp; Once the DVD is in the player she grabs the remote and sits down on the couch, almost kicking her shoes off, before biting her lip and removing them by hand instead.&nbsp; She really is making an effort to be polite for once, after all, she cannot afford to lose this job.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Advanced [Location: Seattle, Washington] (EpitomyOfShyness and TheVillain)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 09:04:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The popcorn sizzles a bit as he brings it in, pleased inwardly at how his little ploy worked- even if the goal was just a little surprise. Placing the bowl in front of them both- a quick check for the remote reveals it's location.<br><br>"<strong>Well, not in the mood to argue if you want to drive- as long as you do it right.</strong>" he snickers, ready to sit back and enjoy.
			</dd>
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