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Fiction and Reality Sept 1, 2013 20:42:13 GMT -5

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Post by Ruth A. Custer on Sept 1, 2013 20:42:13 GMT -5

All this time and she was still living in Eugene's place ("Eugene", stupid bloody name if you asked her), completely unemployed, with her parents still leaving her messages to check that she was A-okay.

It wasn't so bad, not really, Eugene was almost never there to bother her, she in fact believed the guy had another place somewhere in the city, and the bills were all paid up without her having so much to lift a finger which was a nice change from the graveyard shift at that seedy bar in downtown L.A. When he'd taken her here he'd even gone through the effort of packing up and bringing her things while she was in the painful process of the change (Something she neither recalled fully, or tried to) so she had clothing to wear, and even the toiletries she liked. But it frustrated her. She didn't like to be beholden to anyone, she was working for him now, that paid off any debt she might have owed him over the whole vampire/blood/icky thing, but there was only so long that would work when finance was involved. How long before she started to owe him? She already knew he was the kind to ask for favours, and the last one was rough enough she didn't feel like 'helping him out' for another life time.

It was just past 10pm, the faint glow of sunlight an uncomfortable sight across the horizon but almost entirely indistinguishable now. A vampire of not yet six months sunlight was a downright horrifying sight. She thought she'd miss it, but so far she feared it enough not to even entertain the thought. Stepping from the filthy little flat, which was somehow always seemed cluttered, which was not helped by her blatant refusal to pick up just about anything, and headed straight for the town. She had always been messy, but now she was almost coming to like disorder.

Ruth was passing through bars, checking the front of café's looking for anything which might employ her, even if it left her on minimum wage. The problem wasn't finding employment, it was her specific needs. If she couldn't get a night time job, she'd burn up, if the job came with over time, again, she'd be a crisp, and that wasn't even considering the danger of her actually getting hungry, or finding the time to feed. Rummaging in her pockets for a cigarette she gave a loud, frustrated grunt. She'd thought vampires had to struggle with morals, and how not to scheduled all that sexy time, instead she found the grim reality of unemployment, and not even being able to sit in the sun long enough to claim benefits.

Fiction and Reality Sept 8, 2013 23:25:16 GMT -5

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Post by Mercy E. Scarborough on Sept 8, 2013 23:25:16 GMT -5

"Have a good night." Allowing the smile to fade from her face, Mercy watched as the customer left the shop, leaving her alone, once again, with the sounds of her aunt's chosen soothing, spiritual music, and her book for World Literature. She was starting to wonder why she had chosen the class as an elective. Thankfully, it had been a rather slow night thus far. Other than a few regulars, some of whom were local practitioners, there hadn't been many faces that night, let alone new ones.
Business wasn't often so slow, but Mercy didn't mind, seeing as it gave her the chance to catch up on her homework.

Standing at the counter, bending over it, she tapped the eraser of her pencil against her lower lip and tried to understand just what Saint Augustine was saying in the text. It was next to impossible to do so. At least, that's what it seemed during the first run through. She had to read each excerpt a handful of times before she even started to grasp it.

With the windows open, welcoming in the crisp, autumn air, the many sets of her aunt's homemade wind chimes echoed through the room in a rather pleasant way. The smell of incense and herbs was all too familiar and even relaxing to the young witch. Ava's shop, set up in a rather old home that was remodeled to suit their needs, was an exceptionally curious, but charming place indeed. It was the perfect cross between witchy and spiritual. Though the upstairs was primarily used for storage, Ava's wish was to clear the space out and have it converted into an apartment for herself. They worked hard to keep the energy clean, which was sometimes easier said than done. The readings that they offered, which were held in a back room, often brought in people from the wrong crowd.

Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, Mercy's brows knitted together tightly. The urge to slam her head against the book was a strong one, but she managed to refrain. She only looked away from the mess of words when the bell above the door let out a jingle. Straightening up cautiously, she knew right away. She could feel it in the energy around this woman. Heart beating wildly it took a moment for her to remember that she was working and her aunt would have served any customer, whether they were blood sucking demons who killed her sister or not. "Can I help you find anything?" she asked, trying to hush her inner monologue in order to prevent herself from doing anything rash. Mercy, unlike her aunt, showed no shame in showing that she hated blood suckers more than anything.

[OOC: Sorry for such a late response when I said I would post the other day. I've just been really stressed with school and trying to find a job.]