Cascade – Some Rise by Sin
by Alderman Yolanthe Ibalin
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The Box wasn't open to the public at this time of night. The shutters were down, the chips handed in, and the cashing up had been done, the nights takings safely in the safe. Yolanthe was glowering at her books. Edward's book keeping was certainly thorough, which just made it depressing. However way she cut it, she was not going to be able to pull the money to pay off that insufferable little tit, Tyler Short, from the profits from the Box. There wasn't that much. Too many shutdowns of the promenade. Bloody rioters. Bloody Gabriel. Bloody Trellis.
She shoved golden hair from her face with a mustard coloured hand, and pulled her kanar from the stand and gulped a mouthful straight from the bottle. She had to meet him soon. She hadn't got the money. Sure, she could tap the bookies again, but she had learnt the hard way that too many wins just made them refuse her bets, and that was the last thing she wanted.
No. The last thing she wanted was to come face to face with Odan Vehr. her office was a pleasent 20 degrees, but she shivered. She slugged down another mouthful. Odan Vehr would come if she didn't pay off Short.
Odan Vehr. Syndicate hard man, flesh trader, mercenary. Destroyer of lives. Man-killer. She wanted to drink his blood from his skull. He had taken her away from her life, killed a man, a man she was responsible for, that she should have protected. SHe had done exactly as he asked and he had still killed Reshi, still made her watch, and she had been utterly helpless. useless. All she could do was watch as Reshi's colours had turned dull and muddy.
And yet she had escaped, and gained a freedom she never would have enjoyed befrore. She was a business woman now. Nothing relied on her success but her own ego. Not Tribal Pride, not species survival. She had travelled, see pulsing stars, shopped in a market made from the debris of a hundred space ships, sailed the sights of the quadrants. All it had cost was Reshi's life.
Her colours flowed from orange to pale yellow and every shade in between as guilt warred with rage. The kanar bottle she was holding shattered, splattering her with blood and kanar. She hadn't even realised she had been holding it so tightly. Silver blood dripped down her hand, but she didn't feel the pain.
SHe watched it drip down onto the deep white pile of the rug. She couldn't run. She couldn't go home. All she had left was hiding. She had to stay hidden. And the only way to do that was to pay the blackmail
She gave a deep sigh, and inched her boot toe under the thick sheepskin rug, and kicked it back. kneeling she pressed her finger against the lock, coded to her DNA, and let its needle take a drop of her blood. The safe opened up, and a dull gleam of latinum flashed in the dark room. Grabbing a bag, she started stuffing the bars inside it. All she could do was make an offering and rely on the mercy of Tyler Short
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Yolanthe Ibalin
Owner, The Box of Delights
by Alderman Yolanthe Ibalin
Post Details
| Title | Some Rise by Sin | |
| Mission | Cascade | |
| Author(s) | Alderman Yolanthe Ibalin | |
| Posted | Mon Oct 01, 2012 @ 9:56pm | |
| Location | Yolanthe's Office, TBOD | |
| Timeline | SD 69 0300 |
The Box wasn't open to the public at this time of night. The shutters were down, the chips handed in, and the cashing up had been done, the nights takings safely in the safe. Yolanthe was glowering at her books. Edward's book keeping was certainly thorough, which just made it depressing. However way she cut it, she was not going to be able to pull the money to pay off that insufferable little tit, Tyler Short, from the profits from the Box. There wasn't that much. Too many shutdowns of the promenade. Bloody rioters. Bloody Gabriel. Bloody Trellis.
She shoved golden hair from her face with a mustard coloured hand, and pulled her kanar from the stand and gulped a mouthful straight from the bottle. She had to meet him soon. She hadn't got the money. Sure, she could tap the bookies again, but she had learnt the hard way that too many wins just made them refuse her bets, and that was the last thing she wanted.
No. The last thing she wanted was to come face to face with Odan Vehr. her office was a pleasent 20 degrees, but she shivered. She slugged down another mouthful. Odan Vehr would come if she didn't pay off Short.
Odan Vehr. Syndicate hard man, flesh trader, mercenary. Destroyer of lives. Man-killer. She wanted to drink his blood from his skull. He had taken her away from her life, killed a man, a man she was responsible for, that she should have protected. SHe had done exactly as he asked and he had still killed Reshi, still made her watch, and she had been utterly helpless. useless. All she could do was watch as Reshi's colours had turned dull and muddy.
And yet she had escaped, and gained a freedom she never would have enjoyed befrore. She was a business woman now. Nothing relied on her success but her own ego. Not Tribal Pride, not species survival. She had travelled, see pulsing stars, shopped in a market made from the debris of a hundred space ships, sailed the sights of the quadrants. All it had cost was Reshi's life.
Her colours flowed from orange to pale yellow and every shade in between as guilt warred with rage. The kanar bottle she was holding shattered, splattering her with blood and kanar. She hadn't even realised she had been holding it so tightly. Silver blood dripped down her hand, but she didn't feel the pain.
SHe watched it drip down onto the deep white pile of the rug. She couldn't run. She couldn't go home. All she had left was hiding. She had to stay hidden. And the only way to do that was to pay the blackmail
She gave a deep sigh, and inched her boot toe under the thick sheepskin rug, and kicked it back. kneeling she pressed her finger against the lock, coded to her DNA, and let its needle take a drop of her blood. The safe opened up, and a dull gleam of latinum flashed in the dark room. Grabbing a bag, she started stuffing the bars inside it. All she could do was make an offering and rely on the mercy of Tyler Short
::OFF::
Yolanthe Ibalin
Owner, The Box of Delights