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Post by Lou on Jan 8, 2010 11:57:06 GMT -7
If it weren't for the fact she was dead, the cold out here would have been a son of a bitch. Lou had been pondering this when she noticed that business had been a little slow, no doubt because her woefully worthless dealers had not been doing the beat, or...perhaps, now that she was out here herself, it was just too fuckin' frigid for a junkie to go out and get its fix.
She wasn't too happy she couldn't harp on her work force for being incompetent. However, it still wasn't the trafficker to do a dealers job. Fortunately for Izan, she was a hands on sort of Head. If things didn't work on the streets, she sure as hell went out there to see why.
Of course, she hated to get her hands dirty with this sort of thing, in her back pocket she had enough opiates to do in all the tarheads in London. The idea of getting caught with that hard stuff made her frown. The pot wasn't so bad, that was small time stuff, but ever since well...forever, poppy-stuff was just well...a ten-cent pistol. She wouldn't be coming out of the clink for getting caught with this stuff. Besides, this was scrub work, dealers work...not the sort of work she should be doing. But...here she was, smoking fags in the cold waiting to see what the story was on the low sales margins.
So here she was, leaning up against a filthy wall in the cold, leering at everything behind mirrored shades, waiting for some poor junkie with a monkey on his back.
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Post by Amos Artan on Jan 9, 2010 8:06:41 GMT -7
Since the night he had been chased by those vampires his back and knees have been hurting more than usual. The doctors always told him not to run for too long or do anything that could put pressure on his back, but was he meant to do? Just stand there and let those blood suckers take his blood no fucking way he was going to let that happen. The current pain killers his doctor has been giving Amos for the pain are doing nothing. The perscribed amount of pills hardly numbs the pain, he's been taking more than the daily dose, slowly it is starting to effect his job performance. He'd be needing something stronger. He'd heard that the dealers usually hang around in the West End. The only drugs he'd ever done before were a few rolls of dope, never anything hard. The same vampires that had chased him down before had also slashed the tires of his car and somehow messed with the engine. The car been vintage the insurance had payed out rather well, and with his own savings he was able to buy a 1965 Mustang, black with chrome finishing and an engine that purrs like a kitten. Driving through West End Amos spots a figure in the headlights of the car. This could be someone he is looking for. This time Amos would park his car somewhere out of site where the wandering wouldn't see it, the car been black would help too. Making sure all the doors are locked and that he has the keys Amos makes his way slowly towards where he had seen the figure on the side of the street. When close enough Amos makes the move to communicate. He really didn't fit the part of been someone who would take drugs, for one thing he looks too... clean. His clothes are neat (dark blue, black zip up jacket and dark blue cons), and he appears to be in good health. "I'm looking to buy, you selling? Don't need anything too hard, just something to act as a good painkiller". *** (CAR) i664.photobucket.com/albums/vv8/minkys/mus.jpg |
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Post by Lou on Jan 10, 2010 18:21:17 GMT -7
It wasn't every day you saw a nice American roadster around these parts. Lou found herself impressed as the sleek black Mustang made its way down the streets, she bit her lower lip a little before shrugging it off. Perhaps, begrudgingly impressed was more appropriate given the situation, as the old criminal was rarely caught off guard of anything.
Though it was weird to see a nice vehcile like that in a place like this, Lou was almost wondering if she was witnessing an insurance scam in the making, leaving a cherry out for the low lives of London to tear it apart like a pack of rabid dogs.
She had seen that sort of thing happen once or twice before, some hard on his luck rich fucker trying to make a quick buck. Or maybe it was just a chop shop operation.
But more than anything, the blond was surprised when a young buck came out of that pretty little car, and he didn't look like the junkie type. Handsome enough, clean...she sniffed, hell he didn't even smell all too bad, maybe a bit heavy on the fragrance soap...but hey, all the kids were into that these days. Well this was curious.
"I'm looking to buy, you selling? Don't need anything too hard, just something to act as a good painkiller".
Lou cocked a brow, someone was new at this, even the cops weren't this...blunt or that stupid to just throw that out there. "Alright love, um...y'know I'm not a'doctor right?" she smirked toothily as she pushed her sunglasses down just a hint to get a good dark look at the boy. "But I got some shit...what you on now that ain't workin?"
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Post by Amos Artan on Jan 11, 2010 9:38:42 GMT -7
"Guess I came on a little strong there huh? Lucky me you're not an undercover cop". Amos gives Lou a little lop sided smile. "Yeah I know you're no doctor, kinda got that from you been out here standing out in the street, most docotors I know would be at home in their couchy houses, in front of the fireplace sipping on some expensive wine or whisky. You however are here". She could be a vampire looking for an easy meal, waiting for a human druggie to come along who she can overpower and feed off of. Hell she could overpower him here and now whether he was off his head or not.But the pain in his back and knees is too great to let the chance of her been a vampire put Amos off.
"At the moment I'm on some pills for back and knee pain. They worked great at first but recently I put some undue stress on the joints and since then the pills haven't been working so great. I don't need something that's going to make me trip out and start seeing things, just something that's going to numb the pain so I can walk without pain racking my spine".
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Post by Lou on Jan 13, 2010 21:20:02 GMT -7
"Yeah I know you're no doctor, kinda got that from you been out here standing out in the street, most doctors I know would be at home in their couchy houses, in front of the fireplace sipping on some expensive wine or whiskey. You however are here".
"Fuckin' 'ell...you make it sound like I don't like a good whiskey." Lou rolled her eyes, invisible behind her sunglasses, but that didn't mean she wasn't mocking the poor man a little...but it was all in good fun, a slight chuckle passing her lips as she tossed her cigarette aside. "But you can call me doctor if you want love...I won't tell nobody." There was a thickness to her accent, and she had a voice like she had spent a lifetime enjoying her scotch and fags, but that wasn't what made the pusher somewhat spooky, but rather...how intently she was looking at the poor man could have easily been seen as: creepy.
"Anyways...down t'business...I got the regulars, codeine, vicodin...Oxycontin..." She wasn't looking Amos in the face, like a moth to a flame she was attracted to the humans warmth, just beating beneath his skin, Lou licked her lips and shook her head, digging in her pockets a moment with a grunt. "No morphine though...sorry t'say." There was definitely a lack of concentration in the strangely dressed woman as she kept trying to clear her thoughts.
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Post by Amos Artan on Jan 14, 2010 0:18:08 GMT -7
Amos smiles at the apparently insult he had made towards Lou. "No offense was meant, so don't go getting riled up over nothing. I can call you a doctor if I want huh? How about I just call you Doc as I doubt you'd be willing to give out your true name what with you been a dealer and all. Don't want your name getting out into the mouths of people who could go around blabbing it". He pauses for a moment. "Not that I would". Amos would not know her name, but the face of the woman will be forever burnt into his memory. Perhaps the worst thing about having a photographic memory is that using the excuse 'I don't remember' never works on people who know that you really can. Names, faces and times; all kept in perfect detail within his mind.
"I don't need something that's going to totally knock me out, still gotta be able to work during the day. Well Doc' I guess I'll be taking the Vicodin from you. How much would say $300 buy? I've got more but don't wanna buy it all at once you know. No problem that you don't have any morphine, don't need something that strong anyhow".
If she is a vampire it's nice of her not have jumped me, but I guess she'll get more money out of me alive than if she killed me. The thought of this gives Amos some sort of comfort but it still doesn't stop him from been as polite as possible when talking to the dealer. |
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Post by Lou on Jan 16, 2010 12:16:02 GMT -7
Lou responded with a noise that sounded like the air leaking from a balloon as she tried in vein to stop from laughing. "Pffffffft. Boyo, if I was offended..." she stopped, but there was a threat hanging in the air, if she had taken offense, Amos would have been dead where he stood. Fortunately, the drug trafficker rarely, if ever got offended. Much to everyone's luck.
"You really are fresh about this aren't you kid?" Her hand darts into her khaki cargo pants and comes out with a small discreet little baggie. "Enough for week, so long as you aren't slappin' the fuckers into y'mouth like smarties..." she licked her lips as she talked about little chocolates, "By t'looks o'you then, I would say...2 days time." The young man was desperate enough to look up a stranger for a fix of painkillers, having seen the path he had taken before...well, Lou knew he was in a rough place.
She still held onto that bag with a tight-fisted grip, waiting for something, no doubt a show of payment, and god help Amos if he tried any funny business, thinking of it made her lip twitch into a bit of a grinning sneer as she tilted down her glasses to look him up and down, sizing him up...
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Post by Amos Artan on Jan 26, 2010 1:42:59 GMT -7
"Good thing you're not offended then. I'd hate to think what you could do if I had said something stupid and pissed you off I don't plan to spend the night unconscious on the ground... or dead on the ground neither of those two are that appealing". "You really are fresh about this aren't you kid?". "Yeah I am new at this. Haven't done this before so you know, just winging it mostly".
"You can trust me that I'm not going to be popping them like candy or something, I've got a job and can't afford to have my chances of keeping it. So no swallowing the things down like smarties, promise".
"Well guess I better give you what you're waiting for eh? How much are you asking for what you're giving". Amos takes out a small zip-lock plastic bag. "There's about five hundred in there, take out what you need". The way the dealer looks at him over her glasses doesn't sit right with him. To him it's too much like the way the vampires looked at him in Hyde Park. "Hopefully you wont have to see me again for some time after this".
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Post by Lou on Jan 27, 2010 17:53:36 GMT -7
"Good thing you're not offended then. I'd hate to think what you could do if I had said something stupid and pissed you off I don't plan to spend the night unconscious on the ground... or dead on the ground neither of those two are that appealing."
Lou chuckled darkly, leaning against the slick brick walls with a casual grace as she slid her shades back up her nose. Really this was all too amusing for her, which was good, because the funnier something was to Lou, the less the drug trafficker wanted to do something to get rid of it in one way or another. "Luckily f'you, y' found the friendliest dealer in t'Smoke." she pointed a finger at Amos, like she was firing a gun, and made a clicking sound.
The sight of the young man pulling out a bag of cash just made the woman wince, so green, so green that it made her feel almost sorry for the poor kid. Almost...but she was never much for the sappy sentimental shit, at the end of the day this was just a business transaction after all. "I got fifty pills, I'll sell the lot for 300 pounds." there was that matter of fact voice again, low and certain, she definitely wouldn't argue the price. "Take it o' leave it."
Of course she didn't say a thing when he talked about her never seeing him again, he was right of course, because most likely it would be one of her underlings who'd sell to him next...but he would come back for more, they always came back for more.
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Post by Amos Artan on Jan 28, 2010 11:52:36 GMT -7
Amos puts his hand on his chest as if he really had been shot by Lou's imaginary finger gun. "Then I'm glad that it's been you that I've got to deal with than someone else. I mean you're just as likely to knife me and steal my money as anyone else but you haven't yet so that's got to mean that I've done something right to stop you from doing it". "I got fifty pills, I'll sell the lot for 300 pounds". He doesn't know if three hundred pounds is a good deal or not but he's not about to argue the price. Opening the little bag Amos quickly counts out the money needed to seal the deal. A little cautiously he holds it out for Lou to take. "Three hundred exactly".
Amos mentally promised himself that he wouldn't take more than Lou had told him to, no more than two a day. There are days, usually when it's bitterly cold and he's not either at home, work or in the heated comfort of his car, that the joints start to act up. What if he's outside and doesn't have his normal painkillers with him only the drugs? Well he'll just have to make sure that he carries the prescription pills and the drugs on him at all times. It's times like these that he has always thought of what it would be like to be turned to vampire or wolf. Of course he would always prefer to be turned wolf since that would ensure that he keeps his job; no way would Sophie let him stay as any part of D.O.G.S if he was to become a vampire, she'd probably have him killed to make sure that he doesn't go over to the other side and start blabbing information about the organisation to anyone who shouldn't be told about it.
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Post by Lou on Jan 30, 2010 13:16:31 GMT -7
The dealer blew the smoke out of the barrel of her 'gun' with an all too toothy smirk, flashing a set of fangs as she nodded in response to Amos. She could have just killed him here and taken his money, but that would just be bad business, and while she didn't take much seriously, this was something she held with grim importance. This was her livelihood after all...even if she mixed business with pleasure.
"Three hundred exactly."
"I certainly thank you." she was quick with her hands, deftly flipping the cash for the pills with hardly a flick of the wrist. It took even shorter for the money to disappear somewhere within the woman's pocket, or god knows where..."And of course, I hope that bum back o' yours stops givin' you so much trouble." Lou took her hands and folded them almost graciously, like in prayer, but there was nothing gracious about the gesture. Just something, like the rest of her, that was creepy.
The vampire finally stood up straight, pulling her back off the wall behind her and adjusted her herself a bit as she cracked her back and neck, looking just about ready to go all things considered, she had her information about this area, and who or what might shop around for a quick fix around these parts. Which was all she needed.
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