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Delilah Rould
The Beacon – 7:05 am- UHF Banking Tower
Delilah shook Edward MacArthur’s hand, his grip like his exterior… quick, formal, and aggressive. She kept her professional closed lip smile, nodding as he spoke. She didn’t dare interject for delaying him from his daily routine which she had a feeling this meeting was interrupting. She scanned the bio Mr. MacArthur sent, if you could call it that. She wanted to sigh, knowing this would be a lot of work, but at the same time he was at least giving her plenty of room for interpretation which was a lot nicer than ‘I want this this and this for this price. Just do it’. “I can do a good time, Mr. MacArthur… a birthday party like no other,” she reassured him with a convincing wide smile and nod. “My general fee is a little less than what I’m quoting you, but I think you’re wanting something more than a general party for your son,” she said, messaging him a rather high quote… a proverbial take it or leave it note across the table.
“I have one question of my own though,” she interjected to cut whatever reaction he might have to her price. “Do you want me to contact Richard during the planning of this party or make it a surprise? Also shall I get him to the party?” she asked, opening a note in her vision and recording information. 21st birthday party. Richard MacArthur and friends. Night on the town. Captain of Graviskate team. Needs break from University… and probably father.
Edward MacArthur – 7:08 am – UHF Banking Tower
Edward MacArthur grumbled under his breath, glancing continually to the time in the corner of his vision. He didn’t have time to argue numbers. “Fine,” he said, suspecting Delilah might be taking advantage of the fact that he was obviously wealthy, but he didn’t come to this little face-to-face meeting to walk away without someone planning this party. “And no, it should be a surprise. Get him there and his friends. If they find out along the way it’s to his party I could care less, but what the evening will consist of should feel like unplanned fun.” He took a step backwards. “I’ll be forwarding you the money this afternoon to get everything in order. Our meeting must be cut short. Good bye Miss Rould. Don’t disappoint me,” he said firmly with a nod.
Delilah Rould – 7:10 am – UHF Banking Tower
Delilah nodded in return, continuing to add notes before turning back to traffic and waving for another transport craft. She chewed her lip, a bad habit her mother always said, as her head swirled with ideas. First she would book the VIP box for the Graviskate finals tonight. Then make sure Richard MacArthur and guests were on the entrance list to the newest club in town, Heat. Create a tab at the club for any drinks, food, damage to property. She would call in one of her friends, Helga Malone, who would give her a deal on being Richard’s date for the party. Helga was one of the most renowned models in Byzantium, and Delilah had asked her on more than one occasion for this type of favor. Helga usually obliged, liking the good press that came about when photographers wondered “Who is Helga Malone’s new arm candy?” and plastered it on front pages. She would have to book a stretch HUV (hover utility vehicle) for them to make their entrance to each place, and book ad time of some of the flashing signs around Downtown with Richard’s name on them to flash as they drove by. She’d order some of the latest outfits and have them in the HUV in case he and his friends wanted to change for the party, and of course a ride with a hot tub and stocked with alcohol and food. She would also have to book a hotel for the after party and make sure they got a whole floor to themselves at least.
Greater Downtown- 7:35 am – Outside the Graviskate arena
By the time Delilah had thought all this through, the car she was in had stopped in Downtown and she was on her mission to get these things put in motion. She knew if she called some places would answer and some wouldn’t. One of her famous tactics was to stand outside a business, call and ask for something, and if ignored or told no, she marched inside right after and got it done in person. Her first place of business? The Graviskate center. She stood outside and scrolled through faces in her vision until she got to Hector Yates, owner of the arena and usually the one to sit in the center VIP box. Delilah called him and luckily he answered.
“Hector?” she spoke, having a habit of pressing two of her fingers just under her ear when talking into the air while on a call.
“Yes Delilah?” the man asked tentatively, probably aware this wasn’t for a friendly chat.
“I need the VIP box tonight,” she said firmly but in an upbeat tone. A guffaw was heard over the speaker before Hector cleared his throat.
“Delilah, it’s the finals. No amount of money…”
“I’ll give you 3 times regular booking price,” she said, making a note of the figure next to ‘Stadium’ in her notes. There was a pause as Hector weighed the options.
“What about a date with that?” he asked, obviously considering her offer at least.
“Oh Hector. That would just cost you 5 times regular booking price by the time I was done with you,” she smirked, her other hand resting on her hip as the man chuckled and sighed.
“Alright Delilah. But I expect that money in my account tomorrow at the latest,” he said, lighthearted but serious.
“Yes sir,” she smirked, hanging up the call. “Hmm… one thing down,” she mumbled to herself, frowning as she decided to just walk to Heat, as it was only two blocks away.
Greater Downtown – 7:45 am
The Beacon – 7:05 am- UHF Banking Tower
Delilah shook Edward MacArthur’s hand, his grip like his exterior… quick, formal, and aggressive. She kept her professional closed lip smile, nodding as he spoke. She didn’t dare interject for delaying him from his daily routine which she had a feeling this meeting was interrupting. She scanned the bio Mr. MacArthur sent, if you could call it that. She wanted to sigh, knowing this would be a lot of work, but at the same time he was at least giving her plenty of room for interpretation which was a lot nicer than ‘I want this this and this for this price. Just do it’. “I can do a good time, Mr. MacArthur… a birthday party like no other,” she reassured him with a convincing wide smile and nod. “My general fee is a little less than what I’m quoting you, but I think you’re wanting something more than a general party for your son,” she said, messaging him a rather high quote… a proverbial take it or leave it note across the table.
“I have one question of my own though,” she interjected to cut whatever reaction he might have to her price. “Do you want me to contact Richard during the planning of this party or make it a surprise? Also shall I get him to the party?” she asked, opening a note in her vision and recording information. 21st birthday party. Richard MacArthur and friends. Night on the town. Captain of Graviskate team. Needs break from University… and probably father.
Edward MacArthur – 7:08 am – UHF Banking Tower
Edward MacArthur grumbled under his breath, glancing continually to the time in the corner of his vision. He didn’t have time to argue numbers. “Fine,” he said, suspecting Delilah might be taking advantage of the fact that he was obviously wealthy, but he didn’t come to this little face-to-face meeting to walk away without someone planning this party. “And no, it should be a surprise. Get him there and his friends. If they find out along the way it’s to his party I could care less, but what the evening will consist of should feel like unplanned fun.” He took a step backwards. “I’ll be forwarding you the money this afternoon to get everything in order. Our meeting must be cut short. Good bye Miss Rould. Don’t disappoint me,” he said firmly with a nod.
Delilah Rould – 7:10 am – UHF Banking Tower
Delilah nodded in return, continuing to add notes before turning back to traffic and waving for another transport craft. She chewed her lip, a bad habit her mother always said, as her head swirled with ideas. First she would book the VIP box for the Graviskate finals tonight. Then make sure Richard MacArthur and guests were on the entrance list to the newest club in town, Heat. Create a tab at the club for any drinks, food, damage to property. She would call in one of her friends, Helga Malone, who would give her a deal on being Richard’s date for the party. Helga was one of the most renowned models in Byzantium, and Delilah had asked her on more than one occasion for this type of favor. Helga usually obliged, liking the good press that came about when photographers wondered “Who is Helga Malone’s new arm candy?” and plastered it on front pages. She would have to book a stretch HUV (hover utility vehicle) for them to make their entrance to each place, and book ad time of some of the flashing signs around Downtown with Richard’s name on them to flash as they drove by. She’d order some of the latest outfits and have them in the HUV in case he and his friends wanted to change for the party, and of course a ride with a hot tub and stocked with alcohol and food. She would also have to book a hotel for the after party and make sure they got a whole floor to themselves at least.
Greater Downtown- 7:35 am – Outside the Graviskate arena
By the time Delilah had thought all this through, the car she was in had stopped in Downtown and she was on her mission to get these things put in motion. She knew if she called some places would answer and some wouldn’t. One of her famous tactics was to stand outside a business, call and ask for something, and if ignored or told no, she marched inside right after and got it done in person. Her first place of business? The Graviskate center. She stood outside and scrolled through faces in her vision until she got to Hector Yates, owner of the arena and usually the one to sit in the center VIP box. Delilah called him and luckily he answered.
“Hector?” she spoke, having a habit of pressing two of her fingers just under her ear when talking into the air while on a call.
“Yes Delilah?” the man asked tentatively, probably aware this wasn’t for a friendly chat.
“I need the VIP box tonight,” she said firmly but in an upbeat tone. A guffaw was heard over the speaker before Hector cleared his throat.
“Delilah, it’s the finals. No amount of money…”
“I’ll give you 3 times regular booking price,” she said, making a note of the figure next to ‘Stadium’ in her notes. There was a pause as Hector weighed the options.
“What about a date with that?” he asked, obviously considering her offer at least.
“Oh Hector. That would just cost you 5 times regular booking price by the time I was done with you,” she smirked, her other hand resting on her hip as the man chuckled and sighed.
“Alright Delilah. But I expect that money in my account tomorrow at the latest,” he said, lighthearted but serious.
“Yes sir,” she smirked, hanging up the call. “Hmm… one thing down,” she mumbled to herself, frowning as she decided to just walk to Heat, as it was only two blocks away.
Greater Downtown – 7:45 am
TheHumbleMagnificent said
No worries Whisket. I know we've all got busy schedules every now and then (or all the time). Glad to hear it though. Can't wait to read your post!Nice work Whirlwind! I went ahead and just created the MacArthurs as PCs for us to use. Hope that's okay!
Yep that works for me! :)
Delilah Rould
Apartment 201 - Residential District - 5:00 am August 25, 2089
A soft whurr of the windows changing from a starlit cityscape to a beautiful orange dawn, reflecting the changing of the sky over the entire colony filled Delilah’s room. This usually woke her, but this morning, she was sleeping fitfully until she sat up screaming “STOP!” Breathing heavily, she tried desperately to recall the horrible nightmare, but it eluded her, disappearing as suddenly as her scream had left her lips. Her messy blonde locks obscured her view of the room as she groaned softly, eyes lowering from wide eyed into slits. She looked around her room, the various grey and white tints giving the room a contemporary yet lonely feel as she sat up straight and yawned, arms stiff and back arching. She had client meetings off and on all day and just knew it would be frustrating as hell dealing with some of these people. Why did they choose her as an event planner? Sure, she loved throwing a party. But some of the demands she had to fulfill for these clients were getting out of hand.
”Whatever,” she mumbled to no one in particular, stepping off the bed onto the warm linoleum (it was programed to start warming 15 minutes prior to the window changing). Her ocean blue eyes went directly to her closet, going through in her mind various outfit combinations. When she finally decided on one, another whurr came from her closet. The door slid open and there was the outfit, jewelry hanging from it and shoes underneath. She stripped down and got into the dress. She then walked to her dresser, pressing a button so her makeup and curler lifted up out of it, applying it herself and fixing her hair. She was too particular to have one of those automatic makeup airbrushers installed. One of her friends had been one of the first to try it and it really made her look like a clown. Not that Delilah said anything but it made her mind up about the tech.
She moseyed into her kitchen, a screen popping up when she stood in front of the cabinets between her fridge and oven. She looked through it, choosing bacon and eggs with a biscuit. Sitting down at her table while the breakfast slid from the fridge to the stove and cooked, she sighed, gaze drifting to the window in that room. She was just so… bored. She needed something new to happen. But nothing terrible… like that awful murder a few apartment buildings over in the Residential District. She shivered at the thought, rubbing her arms while her breakfast on a floating tray landed in front of her. She started to eat, just now bothering to read what was happening today in Byzantium in her vision. After going through the headlines, she opened her messages, scrunching her lips to the side as she created a to-do list for the day in a notes section, easy to pull up throughout the day.
Delilah finished her meal, running her hand through her hair once before stepping out of her apartment, heading down to the street in front of her home. She waved for public transport, getting inside the hover car and asking to go to the Beacon. Leaning back into the backseat, Delilah thought about how to unwind later after work. The idea of cocktails and dancing would have to get her through all the fake smiles she got to put on for people at the Beacon, her first one plastered there as soon as she stepped out of the hover car. The money she owed the driver exchanged electronically, as her eyes landed on her first client waiting right there for her . “Hi there! I’m Delilah Rould, we spoke yesterday?”
In front a tower in the Beacon - 7:00 am August 25, 2089
Apartment 201 - Residential District - 5:00 am August 25, 2089
A soft whurr of the windows changing from a starlit cityscape to a beautiful orange dawn, reflecting the changing of the sky over the entire colony filled Delilah’s room. This usually woke her, but this morning, she was sleeping fitfully until she sat up screaming “STOP!” Breathing heavily, she tried desperately to recall the horrible nightmare, but it eluded her, disappearing as suddenly as her scream had left her lips. Her messy blonde locks obscured her view of the room as she groaned softly, eyes lowering from wide eyed into slits. She looked around her room, the various grey and white tints giving the room a contemporary yet lonely feel as she sat up straight and yawned, arms stiff and back arching. She had client meetings off and on all day and just knew it would be frustrating as hell dealing with some of these people. Why did they choose her as an event planner? Sure, she loved throwing a party. But some of the demands she had to fulfill for these clients were getting out of hand.
”Whatever,” she mumbled to no one in particular, stepping off the bed onto the warm linoleum (it was programed to start warming 15 minutes prior to the window changing). Her ocean blue eyes went directly to her closet, going through in her mind various outfit combinations. When she finally decided on one, another whurr came from her closet. The door slid open and there was the outfit, jewelry hanging from it and shoes underneath. She stripped down and got into the dress. She then walked to her dresser, pressing a button so her makeup and curler lifted up out of it, applying it herself and fixing her hair. She was too particular to have one of those automatic makeup airbrushers installed. One of her friends had been one of the first to try it and it really made her look like a clown. Not that Delilah said anything but it made her mind up about the tech.
She moseyed into her kitchen, a screen popping up when she stood in front of the cabinets between her fridge and oven. She looked through it, choosing bacon and eggs with a biscuit. Sitting down at her table while the breakfast slid from the fridge to the stove and cooked, she sighed, gaze drifting to the window in that room. She was just so… bored. She needed something new to happen. But nothing terrible… like that awful murder a few apartment buildings over in the Residential District. She shivered at the thought, rubbing her arms while her breakfast on a floating tray landed in front of her. She started to eat, just now bothering to read what was happening today in Byzantium in her vision. After going through the headlines, she opened her messages, scrunching her lips to the side as she created a to-do list for the day in a notes section, easy to pull up throughout the day.
Delilah finished her meal, running her hand through her hair once before stepping out of her apartment, heading down to the street in front of her home. She waved for public transport, getting inside the hover car and asking to go to the Beacon. Leaning back into the backseat, Delilah thought about how to unwind later after work. The idea of cocktails and dancing would have to get her through all the fake smiles she got to put on for people at the Beacon, her first one plastered there as soon as she stepped out of the hover car. The money she owed the driver exchanged electronically, as her eyes landed on her first client waiting right there for her . “Hi there! I’m Delilah Rould, we spoke yesterday?”
In front a tower in the Beacon - 7:00 am August 25, 2089
Faris watched Venny as he took off his necklace and it became a full sized sword. Faris didn’t move back, hands still on her hips as she raised an eyebrow in a slightly bored expression and watched. Fire came up from the ground and Faris began to wonder if this sword came from their ‘father’. Jealousy made her lips scrunch to the side as she looked away, ignoring Venny’s wooing of the creampuff. Besides, looks like bit…, she meant, Erin… said she had guts. As if she needed the reminder. Faris simply smirked and shrugged as if to say Yeah I know that She got distracted when a curly hair boy in a wheelchair pulled up to Erin though and asked if there were any kids of Hephaestus. Which God was that again? Didn’t he make Zeus’ lightning bolts or something? I really should learn more about these gods from a book instead of the cartoon Hercules… Faris thought to herself, still watching the boy until she realized she was staring. Her cheeks turned pink before she glanced away, determined not to look at him now, and instead glancing at the little girl who asked a couple of annoying questions. With an exasperated sigh and rolling her eyes, Faris turned away from the group, cheeks still warm. “I’ll be at the Ares cabin if anyone needs me,” she said loudly, turning and waving lazily like the rest of them were insignificant bugs annoying her.
She walked past each cabin until one caught her eye. It was red, with barbed wire on the roof and a boar’s head above the doorway. “Weird,” she grimaced, drawn by the red color and some punk music coming from inside however. She sighed and walked in, going over to a radio that had been left on and recognizing the song. She smirked and started singing along. She wasn’t the best or worst singer, but it didn’t stop her from singing along if she felt like it. She was walking around the sorry excuse for a cabin when she saw something glinting from under one of the beds. Frowning, Faris walked over and got on her knees, bending down and pulling out a shield and spear. “Wicked,” she smirked, feeling the lightness of them and yet they felt strong enough to withstand any attack. As she was messing with them, a note fell out of the shield. Setting down the weapons on the bed they were under, she picked up the note and read it. Use them well was all it said. Faris smirked, not feeling so jealous anymore, and began examining her new weapons once more.
She walked past each cabin until one caught her eye. It was red, with barbed wire on the roof and a boar’s head above the doorway. “Weird,” she grimaced, drawn by the red color and some punk music coming from inside however. She sighed and walked in, going over to a radio that had been left on and recognizing the song. She smirked and started singing along. She wasn’t the best or worst singer, but it didn’t stop her from singing along if she felt like it. She was walking around the sorry excuse for a cabin when she saw something glinting from under one of the beds. Frowning, Faris walked over and got on her knees, bending down and pulling out a shield and spear. “Wicked,” she smirked, feeling the lightness of them and yet they felt strong enough to withstand any attack. As she was messing with them, a note fell out of the shield. Setting down the weapons on the bed they were under, she picked up the note and read it. Use them well was all it said. Faris smirked, not feeling so jealous anymore, and began examining her new weapons once more.
Bridget was taking in the news, ignoring those who gave her side glances as they entered the place, obviously wondering why she was just standing there or annoyed she was in their way. She suddenly felt a tap on the back of her shoulder and jumped slightly, turning around to see a man she hadn’t met before with shaggy brown hair. He stood maybe 2 inches taller than her and couldn’t have been older than 20 if she had to guess. She smiled a slightly nervous smile and gave a little shrug. “Honestly yes and no. I heard on the radio about some invisible force field around the town but I have to admit I don’t understand it… I can’t say it’s a hoax though. I drove to the edge of town and,” she paused, thinking she probably sounded crazy. “Well, I saw a bird smack something midair and die and I don’t know how… unless this ‘dome’ thing is real,” she finished, looking unsure of herself. The last thing she wanted to be perceived as was crazy, but this thing was even on the news so if she was nuts, so was everyone else at least.
Haven was still running around her friends who had found each other happily when Leo suddenly pounced between them. She let out a series of surprised and excited barks, bopping around playfully until they heard two more howls. One Haven recognized right away, but the other, a female howl, was new. Her ears twitched as she tried to think who it could be, but she just blew through her nose in confusion before turning to the others and tilting her head. Leo looked sad but Haven, whether from too many drugs killing her brain cells or just being too excited for them to start hunting, wasn’t putting two and two together until Rhyle spoke to them that it was Ivan’s daughter. Ohhhh yes yes, I want to meet her! Haven said happily back to Rhyle, when Luca’s upbeat tone entered their minds to say hello and that Garrett was cleaning the dishes. Haven let out a wolfish chuckle, not responding to her friend but eagerly awaiting her arrival with Garrett.
Her happiness was interrupted by Walker’s bitter, taunting howl though, that made Haven wrinkle her nose. Oh Grandpa… she telepathically sent to him, teasing him even though she knew he wouldn’t appreciate it. Soon everyone but Walker was there or on their way, with Mikhail ready to charge the hunt. Yes! she responded to his question, digging her claws into the dirt in front of her and sticking her tail up in the air, wiggling it as if to pounce.
Her happiness was interrupted by Walker’s bitter, taunting howl though, that made Haven wrinkle her nose. Oh Grandpa… she telepathically sent to him, teasing him even though she knew he wouldn’t appreciate it. Soon everyone but Walker was there or on their way, with Mikhail ready to charge the hunt. Yes! she responded to his question, digging her claws into the dirt in front of her and sticking her tail up in the air, wiggling it as if to pounce.
Urg, dumb thing...
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