Bloodlines Rp Chapter 1

[LadyJallyn]

The year is 1999. Hamilton may seem like your average blue collar town with half a million people that dwell within its parameters, but when the sun sets things stir in the darkness. Vampires are as real as you or I, but they do their best to remain unnoticed forever trying to preserve their way of life while mingling with the humans.

Enter a world of Darkness, Blood, Death, and Intrigue as the Kindred of this city bend the wills of Humans and fellow Vampire alike. Do you have what it takes to survive or will the darkness or dawns light consume you whole?

Our tale takes place on an spring evening in the steel town. The winters snow has finally melted and with it April showers bring color and warmth. The long winter nights are ending but that wont stop the kindred in the city from doing what they must to maintain order and keep the Masquerade alive and well.

[LadyJallyn]

April 11th sunday- 12:11 am Downtown

She sat huddled in the doorway corner shivering her finger tips feeling vaguely numb as the cold April rain came down. In front of her was a small sign that read in permanent marker trying to get enough money to go back home.

She had to be someones runaway kid. Tired hungry and worn down. Likely one of those young high schoolers that hitch hiked across country to get away from domestic violence or cause they had such a 'rough life' .  The time spent on the street had made her lean and her gray eyes flicked from person to person as they passed by. At least they still held hope.  She had taken a break to meet up with the local soup wagon an hour earlier for at least one hot meal before she returned to her spot. It was late and that meant trying to rely on the kindness of club goers and drunks but there was a chance that someone would toss her some spare change. She had heard that pan handling was a great way to make money but here on the streets of Hamilton she found it was proving to be much tougher. Perhaps that was just the sort of city it was. Everyone needed every spare quarter they had...

[Maxx]

April 11th sunday- 12:11 am Downtown

"So where is home anyway?"

He was a little too clean to be somebody who normally stopped to talk to panhandlers.  His kind usually ignored them, even stepped over them.  Perhaps it was the guitar case sling over his shoulder that nudged him out of the yuppy category and back into something slightly more human.

He was well dressed but not in a way that would make people notice and judge but his hair crossed the line.  It was a little too 80's to be stylish.  In his eyes she could see just the faintest hint of 'been there'. Despite the clothes and finely manicured fingers, beneath his appearance was some sign of understanding.

[LadyJallyn]

April 11th sunday- 12:12 am Downtown

"BC sir." The girl replied as she readjusted the woolen cap over her long red locks. The ripped jeans she wore were well worn and the black nirvana t shirt over the red and black heavy lumber jack jacket kept her warmer than some. "You don't have a buck or two to spare do ya?" she asked.

[Maxx]

April 11th sunday- 12:12 am Downtown

"I might be persuaded," he said.  "I'd be more willing to buy you something to eat though.  Assuming you're hungry."  He looked down the street.  "Fran's is open.  Feel like joining me for a late dinner?"

[LadyJallyn]

April 12th sunday- 12:13 am Downtown

There was a second were several emotions passed over the girls face. She had been lured away from her doorways before with the promise of money or food. Sometimes even large sums of money to do house work only to be put into situations where she had to put out to get out.

However her stomach was still feeling empty. The watered down tomato soup had done little to fill her up. Two homeless men had offered her goods for her spam sandwich and she had traded it for a deck of smokes. She had really wanted since it had been two days since she had finished her last pack.

"Just over to Fran's?" She looked across the road at the dinner that was open 24/7 that was attached to the old hotel. "I can but I'll be frank I don't put out for food Mister. So if you are thinking a warm meal will get you a BJ or something I'm afraid you got the wrong gal."

[Maxx]

April 12th sunday- 12:13 am Downtown

"If you think I look like somebody that needs to buy my sex from homeless street kinds, I'm certainly going to have to work on my image," he said.  "I mean seriously.  Do I look like Chester the Molester?  You're what, seventeen?  Eighteen?  How in Hell did you get so jaded so quickly?"

[LadyJallyn]

April 12th sunday- 12:13 am Downtown

The girl shrugged not meeting his eyes. "Look don't worry about it...." She replied softly not answering any of his questions. The truth was she was younger than both the ages he had given. She was certainly legal to have sex since the age of majority was now 14. " People got different tastes and it doesn't matter about the other stuff. Obviously I've pissed you off so I guess you will be on your way. You have a good one sir." She picked up the mostly empty Tim Tortons cup and poured the meager five bucks in change into her hand before it disappeared into her pocket.

[Maxx]

April 12th sunday- 12:14 am Downtown

The man chuckled.  "If you think I'm that easy to offend, you've got another think coming.  Or, as Judas Priest puts it, another thing coming.  But hey, if you want to sit on cold concrete that's your choice.  I'm going to head over to that crosswalk and if you just happen to be there when the light changes, I don't see any reason why I can't still buy you something to eat.  We can discuss my motivation between discussing menu choices."

[LadyJallyn]

April 12th sunday- 12:14 -12:22am Downtown

The girl shrugged and stood slipping her beat up sign into  a backpack that was worn and beaten up but had many band patches sewn over it. "Lead the way Sir." She replied as slung the bag over he shoulder.  She knew she had moved quickly and hoped that the man hadn't noticed how quick her packing and willingness to join him had been. At least the sound outside the strip club that was only 2 doors down had covered the sound of her stomach rumbling at the thought of a real warm meal.

The man held out a fifty dollar bill. "Here you're paying."

The girl looked at it. Her eyes had widened for a moment. "You want the change back after the meal right?"

He shrugged. "I'm not sure there's going to be any. Two meals, a tip... I suppose you can keep it if you really want it. If there is any."

The girl nodded "Im sure there will be something left." 

They crossed the road and settled into a booth that over looked the parking lot. The night was cold and miserable out of that the girl had to admit.

The waitress came over not apparently caring that she had a grungy kid and a fairly well off man sitting together. Catherine had seen her share of Hamilton's night life and this wasn't anything out of the ordinary. "What can I get you guys to start off with for drinks?" she asked as she set down the menu.

"A bottomless coffee." the girl with grey eyes replied and quickly added "Please. And I know what I want. A plate of large fries and gravy if you have it."

The man looked over the menu quickly "I'll have the 8oz steak with steamed veggies and potato."

"You want that mashed, baked, or hash browns?" the waitress asked.

"Mashed. Easier to chew." he replied.

"Alright I'll get that coffee over here and your food will be here in a moment." True to her word Catherine did come back with a basket full of sugar and cream and milk and a large mug which she filled with fresh black coffee.

The man watched as the young teen put in 4 packs of sugar and 3 cream into the coffee before she drank it but the expression on her face with her eyes closed as she sipped the steaming beverage was entertaining. It was clear the kid was thankful for a hot drink. "So what brings you to Hamilton?"

"I guess that would have been a truck. Don't worry I'm not staying here for too long. I was all the way out in Newfoundland but I'm thinking of just trying to raise the money to fly back or bus it. Hitch hiking is too dangerous these days. I'm not doing it anymore just crazy shit happens when you are on the road in other peoples cars." she replied calmly.

"Yes its never good to be in a situation when you have no control. These days you have to know whats going on all the time. Other wise you are up the creek."

"Yeah I know." she replied.


"Which brings me to my motivation." he said smiling. "Let me start by saying I'm not a cop."

"Well duh." she retorted.

"What makes you think I'm not one." he asked sounding mildly offended.

"Well you don't walk like one, Sit like one, or talk like one. Plus if you were undercover you wouldn't carry a guitar case. If you gotta run after someone thats kinda heavy and bulky, plus theres your hair and well your clothes are too nice. Cops round here don't have the budget for that. They either dress up as north enders you know the rough looking types or as hookers. They don't dress up like you, no offense." She said as she drained her cup of coffee and looked hopefully across the restaurant trying to get Catherine's attention but the woman was busy sitting a party of 12 down. She noted several of the new customers were dressed in drag.


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[Maxx]

April 12th Sunday- 12:23 - 12:43am Downtown

"Okay, busted, I'm not a cop,"  he said.  "Are you that good at picking out other types?  Pimps?  Junkies?  People who will shank you and steal you last three cigarettes?"

"Yeah.  You gotta know how to avoid them.  Trial and error but I've learned."

"Good.  I could use a person with that kind of ability.  I need eyes on the street and I'm willing to pay for them."

"Sounds good.  So what do you want exactly?"

The man paused while his steak arrived.  He sniffed it critically, then cut off a small piece.  He chewed it for a few seconds, frowning.  "I'm suddenly not hungry any more," he said.  "Do you want this?  It would be a shame to send it back and waste it."

"Waste not want not, right?  If it ain't cooked right you should send it back and they'll make you a new one."

"No, it's cooked perfectly.  I' m just not hungry any more.  Will you excuse me for a minute?  I need to use the bathroom."  The man rose and slipped away from the table.  He returned a few minutes later to discover that his steak had disappeared and the girl was alternating between her fries and his mashed potatoes.  "Sorry about that.  Now where was I?"

"What you need me to do exactly,"  the girl answered.

"I need you to keep your eyes and ears open,"  he said.  "I want you to keep an eye out for decent buskers, I mean ones that gather crowds.  I want you to keep an eye on the crowds too and look for faces that keep showing up.  I want you to keep an eye out for the crazies too.  Anything weird or out of the ordinary.  Goths.  Punkers.  I think you can tell the real thing from the wannabees.  Can you manage that?"

"Yup."

"Good.  Now if I give you a camera, do you think you can avoid having it punked or pawning it?"

"Yeah."

"Excellent.  Now that you know what I want, what do you want?"

"Money."

"Just money?  Not food or a safe place to crash when it's freezing?"

"There are shelters for that.  I just didn't get in soon enough."

"Which still leaves it open as a possibility.  Just cash?"

"Money will let me buy anything I need."

"How much?"

"I don't know.  Make me an offer and I'll let you know if I'm insulted."

"How does a hundred a week sound?"

"I guess that's okay."

The man nodded.  "Good.  Do you need any more specifics or can you run with what I've given you?"

"So you want me to take pictures of buskers and crazy people and goths."

"No, I want you to take pictures of buskers that draw crowds, faces that keep showing up in the crowds and people that just seem to strike you as being odd.  Night time as well as daytime for everything."

"Alright.  What counts as a crowd?  People just tend to stop for a few and move on for the most part."

The man nodded.  "With the average busker, yes.  With the above average busker, they linger and have to tear themselves away.  Those are the ones I'm looking for."

"Do we even have those kinds of people in this city?"

"Sometimes.  A few years ago I was one of them."

"Alright.  I'll keep my eyes open."  She wolfed down a few more fires.

He tried to keep the hungry look for showing too much in his eyes.  Under the dirt she was actually quite cute.  "You do that.  And maybe once in a while you might want to drop around by the Unyon and say hello."

"Okay," she said hesitantly.  "Say hello to who?"

He slid a business card across the table.  "Angel Angel" he said.  The card read

'DOUBLE ANGEL STUDIOS'
Angelo 'Angel Angel' Angelino

The girl took it and slipped it into a pocket.  "So you just want people that play instruments and sing.  you don't want juggler or comedians or dancers."

"I want them all,"  Angel Angel said.  "Anyone who can attract and hold a crowd."

"Well, I know a couple of kids that are really good at graffiti but I don't think you're looking for the artist types.  That isn't entertainment, right?"

"I have two walls that back onto parking lots and two that are on the street.  I'm graffiti waiting to happen.  Besides, I can alway use cover art.  If you're interested, I could show you the place and you could talk to your friends and maybe get a price for me, to do a mural on the walls."

"I could talk to JJ about that.  He's one of the kids I hang out with sometimes, when he's not in school."

"Which brings me back to one of my original questions.  What brought you to Hamilton?  Don't worry, I'm not going to judge.  I've done my fair share of stupid things.  I just want to know where you're coming from before I worry about maybe giving you the money to go back."

The girl shrugged.  "I just wanted to get out of my town, that's all."

"Small town?"

"A little smaller than this.  I don't believe in giving out sob stories.  Went to the far end of the country.  Left last summer.  Haven't been back."

"Anybody you want to call and let them know you're alive?"

"I drop off postcards from time to time."

"Good to see you keep in touch.  Any questions for me?"

"No.  Seems simple enough."

"Have you got a name?"

"You can call me Dee."

Angel Angel chuckled.  "What are you, one of the MIBs undercover?"

"No.  Dee is short for Deirdre."

Angel Angel offered her his hand.  "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dee.  Mind if I ask where you're planning on sleeping tonight?"

"I ain't sleeping."

"Bottomless coffee with that much sugar will do that to you.  I'm surprised you haven't vibrated through the floor yet."

"Sugar is good for you.  So is cream.  They're part of the four basic food groups."  She used the last of her fries to sweep up the last of the gravy.

"And sugar fits in where?"

"Beside pizza and chocolate."

Angel Angel laughed.  "Remind me to introduce you to the concept of the one basic food group some time,"  he said.  "What exactly is the area you will be covering?  If I find other eyes, I don't want to be paying twice for the same information."


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[LadyJallyn]

April 12th Sunday- 12:23 - 12:55am Downtown

"Depends on the day sometimes Im down town sometimes I go as far as Eastgate to panhandle. Depends on the day and if I think theres money to be made there." She replied as she began to pick at the steamed veggies and added more sugar and cream to her newly refilled cup of coffee.

[Maxx]

April 12th Sunday - 12:55 am Downtown

"So you aren't always downtown."  Angel Angel frowned again and made a mental note to stop frowning. 

"I am most of the time.  About twice a week I go down to Eastgate so people forget my face up here."

"Would anyone notice if you were missing for more than a few days?"

Dee shrugged.  "Maybe.  A couple of people.  Friends of mine would."

Don't count on it."Do you think you could get them to call me if you go missing?"

"Probably not.  Never trust anyone who looks like they're over 35 or wears a suit."

"I'm not over thirty and I'm not wearing a suit," Angel Angel pointed out.  "So you're telling me they'd just let you vanish?  Nice friends."

"I've only been here for a month and a bit.  I'm the new kid on the block."

"Don't they look out for the rookie?"

"Nope."

Angel Angel shook his head.  "Hell of a place to live," he said.  "What do you do when you need a shower or-" he made quotations with his fingers "-feminine hygiene products?"

"Shelters.  Mall bathrooms.  Use some of the money I make panhandling to buy, you know, stuff."

"Does any of that 'stuff' include drugs?"

"I have to save my money, so not really.  Sometimes a small baggie of weed.  They'll let me sleep on  couch sometimes if I split it with someone."

"Do a good job for me and that couch won't have a price attached,"  Angel Angel said.  "No strings.  No weed.  No exchange of body fluids, with or without condoms.  Do a good job and I'll take care of you.  Do a shitty job and the cash dries up and blows away and you get to sit there and watch me pay somebody else."

"I get it.  You don't need to threaten.  Then again, I don't know how long I'm staying here.  I might move on to Toronto."

"Not if you're smart.  Toronto is a whole other world.  The streets here are paradise compared to Toronto."

"I heard you make more money there.  But yeah, I've heard about the hooking and shit."

"It's even more dangerous than you think.  I've got a few friends in low places and they don't go there except to visit and then they're gone by sun-up.  Not a place you want to stay in."

"Yeah, I've heard that.  Kinda why I'm staying here.  I guess there is always Burlington.  Maybe Oakville."

"Oh you mean the places they bust panhandlers for being a public eyesore?  Not a public nuisance, a public eyesore.  They bust you for being offensive to look at.  There aren't supposed to be poor people there.  They make the rich ones uncomfortable."

Dee groaned.


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[LadyJallyn]

April 12th Sunday - 8pm Downtown- Union Recording studio

"Yeah this is the place." Dee replied to her friend.

JJ shrugged I really should be at home studying for exams but what the hell right. You think this guy will really pay me to graffti his store?"

"Yeah he seems legit kinda odd but I dunno I think hes sorta a talent scout and lover of all art stuff." Dee replied as she flicked her cigarette butt onto the street.

"Hes not gonna care that I don't have a proper portfolio is he?"

"You would have to talk to him about that." Dee replied. "But hey if he offeres you a couple hundred to paint whats the fuss right?"

"Yeah true to that." JJ replied as he ran a hand though his dark dyed hair and strightened his Manson T shirt.

Dee led the boy into the shop and was greeted by a receptionist. "I want to see Angel if hes around. Tell him its Dee." the girl replied.

However due to not having an appointment she and her friend were asked to sit down as the woman reached for a phone. Dee watched as JJ picked at the black fingernail polish on his fingers. "Stop doing that it makes you look like you are nervous." she whispered.

"Well I kinda am." JJ admitted as he continued scraping off the paint leaving obsidian flakes on the floor between his dock martins.

[Maxx]

April 12th Sunday - 8pm Downtown- Double Angel Recording studio

Angel Angel had been up for almost an hour when his receptionist called to tell him that Dee had arrived with a friend.  He smiled.  Maybe she was going to be a better choice than he had originally thought.  "Have them meet me in room three,"  he said.  "And order a pizza.  No olives, no anchovies.  Anything else goes.  If they want to be picky or vegan, they can go hungry and I'll eat the whole damned thing myself."

"Ever heard of nutrition?"  the receptionist asked.

"Is that a country near Norway?"

"Very funny.  Room three.  Right away sir."

Room three was just past the broom closet and the electrical room and was the closest thing the building had to a conference room.  By giving it the number three it implied that there were more like it.  There weren't.

[LadyJallyn]

April 12th Sunday - 8:15pm Downtown- Double Angel Recording studio

Dee and JJ were lead down a hall way into a room marked as Studio 3. She met Angel and the look on her face was hopeful if not a tough eager. An hour of her time would be all that it took to make the appointment.

She had given it some though over the night the caffeine keeping her wide awake. What he was offering was less than 20 bucks a day but, if she only provided him with one person a week well that was a hundred bucks a person. She wasn't stupid she knew better than to let all her leads dry. There were a couple friends of hers that she had seen do band work and even one that came downtown to busk on the weekend afternoons and he was quite good with a guitar on those days he was kind enough to split the proceeds they made if she kept him company and sang along from time to time to some of the songs.

"Mr. Angel this is JJ. JJ this is Mr. Angel." She said in way of introduction as she looked at the two men and then let her attention drift back to the recording gear.

"Hey." JJ replied offering the man his hand and giving it a rather weak and lazy shake.

[Maxx]

April 12th Sunday - 8:15pm Downtown- Double Angel Recording studio

"If we're using the Mr, it's Mr Angelino," he said, pulling out a chair and sitting down.  "Otherwise it's Angel Angel or just Angel if you think the double is too over the top."  He winked at Dee.  "Okay JJ, you've got my attention.  Impress me."

JJ pulled out a small stack of Polaroids.  Angel looked through them.  "Good use of colour.  Very tribal although the colours aren't right for tribal work."  He handed the stack back and took the sketch book that JJ held out.  He flipped through it.  "How much of this is from art projects and how much is you just doing what you do?"  Angel asked.  "Is all your stuff like those Polaroids or do you stretch yourself with some other styles?"

"Most of it's drawing stuff but I'm just learning to paint with stuff other than aerosol.  What are you looking for?  Dee said you were looking for a mural for your shop.  If you're worried that I can't do people, I can.  I just don't have any of that stuff here."

"What you've brought me on short notice tells me you have talent, JJ.  I just want to know if you have what I want.  Double Angel is the recording studio.  Unyon is the club.  Half the people call it Union, the rest call it Onion. There's an easel over there with some Sharpies.   If you think you can paint something that will reflect that schizophrenic attitude, show me what you've got.  If I like it, I'll turn you loose on a wall.  If I don't like the wall, I can always paint over it but if I have to do that, you've blown your shot with me."

"A'ight."

[LadyJallyn]

April 12th Sunday - 8:59pm Downtown- Double Angel Recording studio

The pizza had arrived and Dee had dove into it and JJ as well. The two munched while Dee sat on a chair and watched JJ hard a work. It was only in  sharpie but already he had sketched out a rather interesting array of musician playing instruments with wild splashes designs that poured forth to fill the air and envelop the silhouetted crowd.

JJ capped a Sharpie "Thats about all I can show you for now cause I gotta be up on the mountain for ten and right now buses are running about every 45 mins I don't get home my parents would ground me." he said sounding disappointed.

He grabbed another slice of pizza and munched on it. "You can get in touch with me through Dee if you decide you like what you see." He said as he slid his art book and pictures back into his knapsack.

[Maxx]

April 12th Sunday - 8:59 -  9:30 pm Downtown- Double Angel Recording studio

Angel slid a twenty dollar bill across the table.  "Cab fare.  Keep going."

JJ looked at the bill and picked up the Sharpie again.  By the time half an hour had passed, he had finished the rough outline.

"Not bad,"  Angel said. 

"Is it good enough to get me paid?"

"Keep the change from the cab ride.  I'm not going to make my decision yet.  I've got more people to interview.  It will give you a chance to work more on your ideas.  You'll hear one way or the other before the end of the week."

Dee watched as JJ departed.  She grabbed another slice of pizza.  "So?  I did good?"

Angel nodded.  "He's got potential.  If I can't use him on the building, he'd do some damned fine cover art."

"He'll be thrilled.  Money on the side.  It's a hobby after all."

"Graffiti is the art form of the twentieth century.  Art in it's purest form."  He stood up.  "Want a quick tour, while you're here?"

"Sure."

"How much do you charge an hour for your studio time?"

"Depends on the artist.  If you think you're good and you suck but you have a pocket full of cash, I'll be happy to take it away from you.  If your good and broke, I'm flexible.  Average is about two hundred a day.  You can get six decent songs recorded and in the can in that time if you're good."  Angel unlocked the door at the bottom of the stairs.  "Welcome to my domain.  Enter freely and of your own will."

[LadyJallyn]

April 12th Sunday - 9:30 pm Downtown- Double Angel Recording studio

Dee checked out the studio it was her first time being in one. "Kinda nifty." she remarked.
She looked over the amps and sheet music stands. "I'm sure some people really enjoy their time in here. I do have a friend thats looking at getting some recording time in with his friends they're just saving up their cash. They do good stuff if you like loud and angry. I might be able have them come down maybe next week. They are always practicing and what not they're pretty serious." Dee replied.

[Maxx]

April 12th Sunday - 9:30 pm Downtown- Double Angel Recording studio

"It depends if they have any real heart behind their loud and angry.  Loud and angry is starting to make it big in some quarters."  Angel looked at the small studio.  It was his baby, his raison d'etre.  He took Dee by the shoulders and steered her to one of the microphones.  "Look up at the window there.  That is where I'd be sitting, giving you instructions. Not so heavy on the drums.  Slower on the lyrics.  Looks like the place where God sits, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it does," Dee said with a laugh.

"Now come with me and we'll take a look at the view from the throne."  He led Dee up a flight of stairs.  "If you're down there, you need to wear headphones because the room is sound proof.  You wouldn't be able to hear me.  We do that so there won't be any extraneous noise in the recordings.  Imagine having to filter out every word I'm saying before the recording is clean enough to consider letting somebody listen to it."

"That's kind of cool.  Probably a lot of work too.  Makes sense though."

"It's just as hard up here as it is down there.  The musician only have to play the music.  I have to make it perfect."  He sniffed.  "Girl, you need a shower."

"What are you talking about?"  Dee said defensively.  "If anything, it's my clothes.  They need washing.  I didn't get around to it.  I was too busy trying to hook up with JJ."

"Next stop on the tour, the laundry room."  Angel smiled, almost showing fangs.  He extended his will to surround her.  "You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

"Uh, no,"  Dee said, her will no match for his vampiric domination.  "It would be nice to wash some stuff up, actually."

"Good.  We'll get right on that."

[LadyJallyn]

April 12th Sunday - 9:41 pm Downtown- Double Angel Recording studio- basement

Dee followed him down to the basement. She normally wasn't one for randomly wandering off but the offer to wash her clothes for free was too good to pass up she told herself. Plus this was a work place and it wasn't likely that he would do anything bad to her here.

The room had a simple washer and dryer. With care she set her bag down on the dryer and carefully pulled out a couple of band tee's a hoody and pair of equally worn jeans but these ones were black but had less holes and several pairs of heavy woolen work socks. She was quick to stuff the white and pink cotton flowered panties under her t shirts.

She turned on the washing machine and watched as it filled with water. "Ummm where do you keep the soap Angel?" she asked as she wrinkled her nose at the smell of her dirty clothes. She even stripped of her plaid shirt and band tee shirt to add to the pile leaving her wearing her jeans and a tank top.

"Its over there" he said pointing to a cub board underneath a sink. "You sure you don't want to have a shower that way you can wash everything?"

"I would but then I'd be stuck wearing a towel for however long and yeah my towels dirty too. Don't worry bout it you're nice enough to do this. I promise next week when I come over I'll make sure I have a shower that day kay?"

"Wash your towels too." he said.

"Yeah Yeah I was just gonna pull em out sheesh." she said as she pulled out two rather small and thin towels.

'Ok you need a real towel." he said.

"I'm working on it. Man you're demanding." She replied rolling her eyes. She was quick to throw her stuff all in the washing machine and added a scoop of soap.

She leaned against the washer after closing the lid not sure what to say. "You think I can run upstairs and kill the last two slices of that pizza?" she asked hopefully "or did you want them for later."

She was pale and only had the faintest dusting of freckles across her shoulders. She was obviously under weight but that might have been due to the missed chances for food and not due to her actually starving herself. She was still developing without all the baggy clothes he could see she slender hips were still not cute yet at the full curvaciousness that marked her as a woman and either she still growing bust wise, given another couple of years she would be quite the looker. At first glance he had guessed her to be possibly 17 or 18 but now he thought perhaps she was younger than that.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"!8." She replied. "errr well 17 actually I still have 4 months to go...' She said not looking at him.

"You want to try that again." he asked.

"17 and a half." she said crossing her arms.

"15 I'd believe. Not sixteen."

"Pshh well you suck then cause I'm definitely not 15!" she said sounding haughty.

"Yes well I suppose I do. " he replied. "Unfortunately there wont be a whole lot of sucking going on tonight. If you had been a little older I might have considered it."

"Ah no offense but yeah you're old."

"Yeah you don't go old guys, live with it... I think I will bear up bravely. Besides you aren't my type. And let me tell you, You have no idea with how fussy I am. I'm so fussy gay men tell me I'm uptight."

Dee shrugged and looked at her feet. "I wasn't caring anyhow. Its not like I was interested or anything. I don't care what you think. Its better if you don't like me like that anyhow." She muttered as she slid down the washer and sat on the floor. "You care if I smoke in here?"

"Yes I do."

"Fine."

"Bad habit it will stunt your growth."

Dee sighed. "Whatever I'm done growing. So what type do you like? Boys?"

"Girls that dont still smell like pee."

"Dude legal age is 14. I don't smell like pee!" she exclaimed.

"If you say so."

"I have a birth certificate that proves it."

"And in two hours I could pull one out that says I live in Buttzwanna and that I'm a prince." Angel retorted.

Dee sighed and rested her head on her knees not saying anything.

"You would be more useful to me if you were older." he explained his tone softening.

"I'm not 15." She muttered. "Whatever your good. I find you people that might be useful and I get 100 a week. I suppose thats a fuck of a lot cheaper than hiring a talent scout. Must save you loads. You do that often with what did you call it. Oh kids that smell like pee?"

"Even kids that smell like pee have their uses. For one thing no body notices them."

"I find it insulting." she muttered.

"To be referred to as smelling like pee or as useful?"

She snorted "OBVIOUSLY the first. I still can't believe you think I'm 15. You are bad at guessing ages sheesh. And people do notice me. I choose to blend in thats all. Its just... " She was silent for a moment as if wrestling for the right words " Its easier when you don't stand out."

"True but you aren't old enough to vote or legally drink."

"Its just a number anyhow and with the right clothes and make up I can get into a bar I'll have you know." she replied.

"The only people concerned about that are those that can't do it. Stay and watch your stuff. I'll go get the pizza."






This has been another co post by Lady J and MAXX

[Maxx]

April 12th Sunday - 9:45 pm Downtown- Double Angel Recording studio

Angel returned a few minutes later with the pizza box.  One of the slices was gone.  "Sorry.  Got nibbly."  Truthfully the slice was now residing in a garbage can but there was no reason to tell Dee that.  He'd spent a considerable amount of the time he was gone trying to decide if he was going to ghoul the girl or simply let her dangle on a purely financial thread.  He decided to wait for two reasons; he wanted to see what sort of spy she would make and he wanted to allow her to mature before he froze her age.

"No probs.  It's your money.  I need that camera by the way, if you want me to take pictures."

"One camera coming up," Angel said.  "You any good with one or do I give you a point a shooter?"

"I used to take photography in high school, before I dropped out."

Angel nodded.  "Real camera it is then.  You get two rolls of film as well.  If you need more, call me.  If I think you're wasting it, I'll tell you."

"Understood.  Now do you want pictures of the freaks too or just the talented people?"

"Only if you can take them without getting caught,"  Angel said.  "Some of them might not appreciate you taking their picture.  You know the deal.  I could explain why but I'd have to kill you."

"Yeah, like I'm a threat."

"It's a case of a little knowledge being a dangerous thing.  It's safer for you to form your own conclusions and likely far more interesting and dramatic than the truth."

[LadyJallyn]

April 18th Saturday - 9 pm Downtown- Double Angel Recording studio

Dee entered the Office and had a seat. She had been diligently working all week between panhandling and picture taking she had had a long week. Luckily she had manage to grab a bath earlier that day. She had picked up a bottle of shampoo at the dollar store along with some soap and wash cloths. The red headed teen washed up in the malls bathroom as soon as the mall had opened. It had given her ample time to wash up throughly without being kicked out by security.

Now she sat in his waiting room office two rolls of film in their safe snug plastic tubes but she wasn't going to hand over anything until she saw crisp green twenties in her hands amounting to the sum of 100 dollars.

The secretary led her down the hallway back towards room 3 and she promptly had a seat after being told that Angel would see her shortly.

[Maxx]

April 18th Saturday - 9:05 pm Downtown- Double Angel Recording studio

"What have you got for me Dee?"  Angel asked as he slipped into the room.  "Make it quick.  I'm running a little behind and I've got a band in the studio."

"Uh, I need my pay?"

"Okay," Angel said, reaching for his wallet.  He pulled five twenties out and laid them in her waiting hand.  "Well?" he said.

She in turn handed him two rolls of film.  "Joe's band is willing to meet with you tomorrow night after band practice."

"Tell them to bring a demo tape.  I'll give it a listen.  If I like what I hear, I'll find an empty spot in the schedule and put them in the studio.  If they're any good, we'll go from there."

"Okay."

"Are you good?  Need more film?"  Dee nodded.   Angel sighed.  "I'll have it for you tomorrow.  Can you last a day without it?  It will give me a chance to go over the pictures with you anyway."

"Yeah.  Kinda tired today anyway.  I'll call it a night once midnight rolls around."

"Need a couch to crash on for a few?"

"If it's 'okay,"  Dee said weakly.  "I can curl up in your laundry room for a bit.  It'll give me the energy I need to go back out there."

"Cement floor,"  Angel said.  "Bad for sleeping.  Leather couch, good for sleeping.  Room four.  My office.  Don't touch anything."

"Alright."

"Don't mind me.  Too much caffeine.  Gotta go."