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(Novel's syndicate bargain)
[Mon Oct 28 2024]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 60F(15C) degrees.
"Well, hallo, hallo," Emmanuel buzzes over toward Novel with a quirk of the lips, raising a hand then to jab a thumb over his shoulder, toward where the captives are kept, "Olivia, hm? You are welcome to outbid me, I was just going to set her free. I'd only bid a dollarydoo." He explains to Novel, and adds, "It is good to see you, hm? Been up to much mischief?"
Novel rolls right up to Emmanuel, cheerfully remarking, "Hey, Frenchie. How's it fucking been?" As he peers around in curiosity, as if looking for something. His eyebrows perk and a gleam in his eyes. "Liv, huh? Of course I'll bid a little bit fucking more. I do like her. She's fun. Plus, The Hand, and all. Me? Fuck, not really, I've been catching up with old friends and bailing them out of bullshit. Sorry for not being around for the goddamn operations and all that." He shrugs helplessly. "How about you?"
"Just weathering the shit storm as ever, you are knowing?" Emmanuel responds back to Novel with an amused cant of the lips, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck. "There is more than enough bullshit to go around." There's a shake of the head at the apology, and Emmanuel waves it off, "Non problem, we might have a better chance now though with you returned."
"Maybe you can convince Liv to leave the Hand, hm?" Emmanuel appends his earlier thoughts as he peers back over toward the prisoner window.
"Yeah, I heard about the uhhhh... I don't fucking know, some of it through people, I'm starting to get the ... goddamn reports in and hear about it, though I'm glad you're still standing and not some goddamn... tattooed-up slave of someone or someone else right now," Novel casually chats with Emmanuel while screwing around on his phone. "Really? I figured between you and Lilly you had shit in the bag. I mostly just ran around and yelled a lot."
Olivia wakes up somewhere that, of all the places, she probably shouldn't be relieved to see - in fact, it's honestly just another dark, concrete room. And then Novel flips on the lights, showing it in stark relief as he casually leans over where the woman is chained to a wall. "Hey there, Liv. It's been a fucking while, hasn't it?" That palm, coming down, to catch her chin, grazing a rough thumb over lips and cheek and tilting her head up to meet their gazes.
That's not a relief at all, not judging by the groggy wake into surprise and wide-eyed panic that shows when Olivia comes to. There is a husky gasp of surprise, like trying to summon a scream that just can't make it. The girl tries to leave off from her place chained to the wall, but to no avail; all she can affect is biting the thumb that strokes over her lips, the angelborn perhaps feeling some of that ambient aggression. "What the fuck, dude! It's my goddamn birthday, what did you do?!"
Novel doesn't seem to mind the biting, the teeth sinking into the flesh and leaving an indent - which he responds to by driving the thumb right into her jaw, relying on his supernatural toughness and sanctuary as his thumb drags outwards, to the left, intent on fishhooking her into a cheek. His hand tightening, squeezing nearly to the point of pain. "I fucking -bought- you, you dumb little slut. The syndicate grabbed you. Better me then someone else, huh? At least you know..." His head coming down, his breath rolling out, "You'll have -fun- and enjoy yourself. Unless you wanted some of the other people in your life, huh?" He leers. "And it's a fine fucking hello. I was just thinking a party, and now here you are, birthday! How old are you now, Liv?"
Novel casually rummages through Olivia's things, her clothes, taking things away from her and openly caressing - fondling her breasts, her sides, teasing, toying touches - his fingers gracing in slow lines across sensitive nips, but also other areas, just above the waistline.
Olivia's short-lived defiance is cut short by the painful pinch that drags her forward by the cheek, eliciting a garbled cry and a squeezing shut of her eyes against the move. Her head leans forward, enough time for her to choke back what might have been a sob, might have been a frustrated growl. Olivia's hair hangs forward, drooping with her head until Novel points out the possibility of a party, grabs her phone. Olivia's head pulls back up and Olivia protests, "N-no! No wait, please, don't... don't do that, please. Not my--" It's not just her phone she needs to worry about as the jacket is parted and the lingerie clad body beneath is shown off. Novel takes his liberties as Olivia squirms, reacting as he might expect while she protests, "Please dude, there's like other, grosser people here, and all my whole life is on that phone," she whines.
Novels Syndicate Bargain 241102
(Novel's syndicate bargain)
[Mon Oct 28 2024]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 60F(15C) degrees.
"Well, hallo, hallo," Emmanuel buzzes over toward Novel with a quirk of the lips, raising a hand then to jab a thumb over his shoulder, toward where the captives are kept, "Olivia, hm? You are welcome to outbid me, I was just going to set her free. I'd only bid a dollarydoo." He explains to Novel, and adds, "It is good to see you, hm? Been up to much mischief?"
Novel rolls right up to Emmanuel, cheerfully remarking, "Hey, Frenchie. How's it fucking been?" As he peers around in curiosity, as if looking for something. His eyebrows perk and a gleam in his eyes. "Liv, huh? Of course I'll bid a little bit fucking more. I do like her. She's fun. Plus, The Hand, and all. Me? Fuck, not really, I've been catching up with old friends and bailing them out of bullshit. Sorry for not being around for the goddamn operations and all that." He shrugs helplessly. "How about you?"
"Just weathering the shit storm as ever, you are knowing?" Emmanuel responds back to Novel with an amused cant of the lips, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck. "There is more than enough bullshit to go around." There's a shake of the head at the apology, and Emmanuel waves it off, "Non problem, we might have a better chance now though with you returned."
"Maybe you can convince Liv to leave the Hand, hm?" Emmanuel appends his earlier thoughts as he peers back over toward the prisoner window.
"Yeah, I heard about the uhhhh... I don't fucking know, some of it through people, I'm starting to get the ... goddamn reports in and hear about it, though I'm glad you're still standing and not some goddamn... tattooed-up slave of someone or someone else right now," Novel casually chats with Emmanuel while screwing around on his phone. "Really? I figured between you and Lilly you had shit in the bag. I mostly just ran around and yelled a lot."
Olivia wakes up somewhere that, of all the places, she probably shouldn't be relieved to see - in fact, it's honestly just another dark, concrete room. And then Novel flips on the lights, showing it in stark relief as he casually leans over where the woman is chained to a wall. "Hey there, Liv. It's been a fucking while, hasn't it?" That palm, coming down, to catch her chin, grazing a rough thumb over lips and cheek and tilting her head up to meet their gazes.
That's not a relief at all, not judging by the groggy wake into surprise and wide-eyed panic that shows when Olivia comes to. There is a husky gasp of surprise, like trying to summon a scream that just can't make it. The girl tries to leave off from her place chained to the wall, but to no avail; all she can affect is biting the thumb that strokes over her lips, the angelborn perhaps feeling some of that ambient aggression. "What the fuck, dude! It's my goddamn birthday, what did you do?!"
Novel doesn't seem to mind the biting, the teeth sinking into the flesh and leaving an indent - which he responds to by driving the thumb right into her jaw, relying on his supernatural toughness and sanctuary as his thumb drags outwards, to the left, intent on fishhooking her into a cheek. His hand tightening, squeezing nearly to the point of pain. "I fucking -bought- you, you dumb little slut. The syndicate grabbed you. Better me then someone else, huh? At least you know..." His head coming down, his breath rolling out, "You'll have -fun- and enjoy yourself. Unless you wanted some of the other people in your life, huh?" He leers. "And it's a fine fucking hello. I was just thinking a party, and now here you are, birthday! How old are you now, Liv?"
Novel casually rummages through Olivia's things, her clothes, taking things away from her and openly caressing - fondling her breasts, her sides, teasing, toying touches - his fingers gracing in slow lines across sensitive nips, but also other areas, just above the waistline.
Olivia's short-lived defiance is cut short by the painful pinch that drags her forward by the cheek, eliciting a garbled cry and a squeezing shut of her eyes against the move. Her head leans forward, enough time for her to choke back what might have been a sob, might have been a frustrated growl. Olivia's hair hangs forward, drooping with her head until Novel points out the possibility of a party, grabs her phone. Olivia's head pulls back up and Olivia protests, "N-no! No wait, please, don't... don't do that, please. Not my--" It's not just her phone she needs to worry about as the jacket is parted and the lingerie clad body beneath is shown off. Novel takes his liberties as Olivia squirms, reacting as he might expect while she protests, "Please dude, there's like other, grosser people here, and all my whole life is on that phone," she whines.