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Delilah Rould
Greater Downtown
Delilah Rould went through the rest of her day on a power trip, pulling strings, getting in touch with contacts, and setting everything up for this MacArthur kid. Even though he was only a few years her junior she still couldn’t help but think of anyone younger than herself as a kid. It was probably an annoying trait but she couldn’t help herself. Helga had been more than happy to get a box seat to see the Graviskate finals and a trip to Heat even if it was on the arm of this Richard guy. Delilah had even offered to contact the paparazzi for her ahead of time and Helga was easily on board and didn’t request a dime. The club had been about to undergo renovations so it was going to be shut down for the night, but Delilah convinced the owner to hold off a night before doing so and got the whole place just for Richard and his guests. The ads were easy to secure and a top floor on one of the premier hotels, the Parisian. They would have access to the roof as well where there was a pool, and she reiterated to the staff to keep the floor under them free as well. She had no idea how crazy this guy wanted to go and she wasn’t having complaints on her bill. She had a guy for the clothes and other stocking items, but the HUV was the hardest thing to secure. Turns out the type of thing she was looking for was only found at the very edge of Downtown, almost in the Outward District. She’d made the trip though, and gotten the HUV stocked and ready.
”This guy better appreciate all my work… who am I kidding. The only appreciation I’ll get is a good pay day,” she mumbled, having had calls and clients demanding things of her all day between setting this party up. Sure, it would look fantastic on her resume. Her name would be in the papers right along with Helga’s and MacArthur’s… “Event Coordinator Extraordinaire Delilah Rould does it again!” she smirked and shook her head. It would be in small print at the end of the article no doubt, but it would be there and she would get more work. If everything went perfectly she could even start charging what she’d charged MacArthur as a regular fee instead of an inflated one. She still wouldn’t have to worry about money for a month easy if she didn’t have another client again this month thanks to the banker’s check, but it was only so important to her. Sure, she loved the amenities she got and was used to. She was self aware enough to know she was spoiled in her life. But that didn’t mean it was fulfilling. Especially when it was party planning for some University brat who wanted to get drunk and break things. If she was planning a party for someone who deserved it… like a little girl from the Outward district whose apartment had been in the building that burned down on the news… that would be fulfilling.
Beacon University of Prestige – 7:00 pm - Phi Delta Theta Frat House
Delilah snapped out of her thoughts as she stepped out of the HUV, having been sitting in the passenger seat next to the driver she’d hired once they pulled up to the frat house she’d found out Richard belonged to. She had made him stop by her apartment to let her change before coming out here to the Beacon, but otherwise her day had revolved around making this evening the best of the kid’s life. ”Honk the horn,” Delilah instructed, leaning down to talk to the driver again. The man nodded, honking a few times before loud ‘Yeah!’s muffled by the frat door were heard getting louder and louder like a stampede before bursting open. Helga was stepping out of the main part of the HUV and the boys stopped as she appeared and smiled, giving a flirty wave before speaking in a thick accent. “Which one of you is Richard?” she asked, batting her eyelashes. The client’s son came forward, a goofy half smirk on his lips as he approached her. “That would be me, doll,” he said, his voice gravely from one too many beers and cigarettes. “Happy Birthday, love!” she exclaimed, kissing each of his cheeks before getting back in the HUV, Richard and his posse following, cheering once more. Richard popped back out once more and came up to Delilah. “Stop by each of the sororities before we go and honk. We need more women in this bitch,” he smiled, jumping back in the vehicle and slamming the door. Delilah let her plastered smile turn into a sneer before rolling her eyes and getting back in. “Yeah drive around and honk at the sorority girls. Apparently Helga isn’t enough woman for them,” Delilah mumbled, having expected such a gesture but still finding herself rubbing her temple. She would be glad when they arrived to the game. She would be able to get a beer at least.
Greater Downtown
Delilah Rould went through the rest of her day on a power trip, pulling strings, getting in touch with contacts, and setting everything up for this MacArthur kid. Even though he was only a few years her junior she still couldn’t help but think of anyone younger than herself as a kid. It was probably an annoying trait but she couldn’t help herself. Helga had been more than happy to get a box seat to see the Graviskate finals and a trip to Heat even if it was on the arm of this Richard guy. Delilah had even offered to contact the paparazzi for her ahead of time and Helga was easily on board and didn’t request a dime. The club had been about to undergo renovations so it was going to be shut down for the night, but Delilah convinced the owner to hold off a night before doing so and got the whole place just for Richard and his guests. The ads were easy to secure and a top floor on one of the premier hotels, the Parisian. They would have access to the roof as well where there was a pool, and she reiterated to the staff to keep the floor under them free as well. She had no idea how crazy this guy wanted to go and she wasn’t having complaints on her bill. She had a guy for the clothes and other stocking items, but the HUV was the hardest thing to secure. Turns out the type of thing she was looking for was only found at the very edge of Downtown, almost in the Outward District. She’d made the trip though, and gotten the HUV stocked and ready.
”This guy better appreciate all my work… who am I kidding. The only appreciation I’ll get is a good pay day,” she mumbled, having had calls and clients demanding things of her all day between setting this party up. Sure, it would look fantastic on her resume. Her name would be in the papers right along with Helga’s and MacArthur’s… “Event Coordinator Extraordinaire Delilah Rould does it again!” she smirked and shook her head. It would be in small print at the end of the article no doubt, but it would be there and she would get more work. If everything went perfectly she could even start charging what she’d charged MacArthur as a regular fee instead of an inflated one. She still wouldn’t have to worry about money for a month easy if she didn’t have another client again this month thanks to the banker’s check, but it was only so important to her. Sure, she loved the amenities she got and was used to. She was self aware enough to know she was spoiled in her life. But that didn’t mean it was fulfilling. Especially when it was party planning for some University brat who wanted to get drunk and break things. If she was planning a party for someone who deserved it… like a little girl from the Outward district whose apartment had been in the building that burned down on the news… that would be fulfilling.
Beacon University of Prestige – 7:00 pm - Phi Delta Theta Frat House
Delilah snapped out of her thoughts as she stepped out of the HUV, having been sitting in the passenger seat next to the driver she’d hired once they pulled up to the frat house she’d found out Richard belonged to. She had made him stop by her apartment to let her change before coming out here to the Beacon, but otherwise her day had revolved around making this evening the best of the kid’s life. ”Honk the horn,” Delilah instructed, leaning down to talk to the driver again. The man nodded, honking a few times before loud ‘Yeah!’s muffled by the frat door were heard getting louder and louder like a stampede before bursting open. Helga was stepping out of the main part of the HUV and the boys stopped as she appeared and smiled, giving a flirty wave before speaking in a thick accent. “Which one of you is Richard?” she asked, batting her eyelashes. The client’s son came forward, a goofy half smirk on his lips as he approached her. “That would be me, doll,” he said, his voice gravely from one too many beers and cigarettes. “Happy Birthday, love!” she exclaimed, kissing each of his cheeks before getting back in the HUV, Richard and his posse following, cheering once more. Richard popped back out once more and came up to Delilah. “Stop by each of the sororities before we go and honk. We need more women in this bitch,” he smiled, jumping back in the vehicle and slamming the door. Delilah let her plastered smile turn into a sneer before rolling her eyes and getting back in. “Yeah drive around and honk at the sorority girls. Apparently Helga isn’t enough woman for them,” Delilah mumbled, having expected such a gesture but still finding herself rubbing her temple. She would be glad when they arrived to the game. She would be able to get a beer at least.
Bridget internalized the man’s name and nodded as he asked if she lived in the area. “Yeah just a few blocks over from this shop actually,” she said chewing her lip as she wondered why exactly this weirdness was happening here of all places. It seemed so random. As she was pondering it, more people from the town started entering the diner, including the daycare kids. Her son ran up to her and Bridget petted his head as he simply clung to her. Damien didn’t talk a whole lot especially when strangers were around. “Damien this is Jim,” she said in case Damien wanted to say hello. Her son simply nodded though and Bridget looked back to Jim. “My son,” she shrugged, wondering when they were going to learn exactly what was going on here.
Dragonbud said
Luca:
haha yes! XD
Haven had felt her message to Walker go unreceived, but she didn’t mind. It was hard for her to get down as she always saw the brighter side of life and was too naïve to know any different. She introduced herself to both newbies as they approached, giving a happy bark to Niall and then again to Natalia. She was happy to have them. More friends so who wouldn’t be happy? She still had a silly tongue hanging grin on her face when Walker approached, making their group complete and quite large. Come on Grampa, hunting time she teased once more, prancing happily as if there were no tension at all around any of the wolves near her. One two three ready set go! she sent out to all of them, darting out as she saw movement nearby. It was just a butterfly though, but that didn’t stop Haven from trying to nip at it in the air.
Dragonbud said
I can picture this pack suddenly walking into a gas station "we need milk and bread. You can each get one candy"
Yay candy!
Nephriel said
Lmao, you guys are confusing ME now. Let's just play and see what happens. :p
Nephriel said
RPG is an asshole.
Agreed! ;)
Bridget nodded sympathetically as the man explained his situation, imagining he wasn’t the only one who needed to get out of here in a hurry. “No problem,” she said as he thanked her. She kind of felt an awkwardness come between them and she hurried to remedy it by extending her hand. “I’m Bridget by the way. If you’re stuck here for too much longer you might need to know someone in town,” she shrugged with a friendly smile. Figuring if he was here to visit someone he’d have asked them for info, not her.
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