Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Aug 16, 2009 7:14:51 GMT 1
“Well; I was thinking perhaps I could hang around at your work. It’s not like I have anything better to do here,” replied Sephora, figuring her plan out slowly as she spoke. It would make things easier for her, and besides; he didn’t seem the type of man who would leave his precious business open for anyone to just walk in. Perhaps that was why he seemed so touchy about vampires. “Do you have any job vacancies that need filling? Only; I am not going to dance.”
She couldn’t remember the last time she had actually worked for her own money. Her parent’s inheritance had so far been more than enough to get her by, but since sitting around would be boring she supposed it could be worth her while. Still; the fact that she was hanging around was just proof that she was either going soft or insane. Or was subconsciously addicted to Silas’s blood; which was ridiculous since she had only tasted it once. You couldn’t get addicted on something that you’d only tried once surely. Especially since it was clear that he was addicted to alcohol. She couldn’t afford feeding off people like that regularly. It would probably give her alcohol poisoning.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Aug 18, 2009 10:56:55 GMT 1
Cue more job applications. With the amount of human resources pouring in, Silas was going to be able to start a whole new club at this rate. None the less, he wasn’t complaining; there were still one or two paid staff shortages that it wouldn’t hurt to fill. It would have been far more convenient if Seph had wanted to become a dancer (a few extra hundred bucks here and there couldn’t hurt) but he’d take what he could get. After all, keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. There was always time for her to be lured into joining the entertainment side: half his waitresses tended upgrade themselves eventually after they took one look at the differences in earnings.
“Holly tells me the waitresses are still a little bit short staffed,” Silas replied, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “It’s not a very difficult job, but it requires a lot of time on your feet, you need be friendly, and a good memory helps. The official pay isn’t much, but as customers are required to tip, unless you’re slacking off that quickly makes up the difference. In total you’ll generally end up with more money at the end of a shift than if you wanted to, say, waitress at the Hogs Head. The head waitress – Holly – will fill you in on the rest of the job details if you feel like giving it shot.” Anything else? Ah yes, that’s right.“No parts of the job necessarily require magic, and Scores has stringent security measures in place to protect its staff from any unauthorised spell work, etcetera.”
Yikes. From assault to attempted murder to employment. Silas couldn’t pretend this had been a very sane night... morning... whatever, even for him.
“Sound good?”
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Aug 22, 2009 10:22:36 GMT 1
Sephora nodded along; this suited her very well indeed. It gave her safety, a little extra cash and the opportunity to snoop and sus out more of the magical world without risking her neck. Not that she liked being bossed around, or being responsible, but she would just have to put up with it for now.
“It sounds perfect,” she replied liking the sound of protection from ‘etcetera’. With any luck that would mean protection from ‘full vampires’. She was confident that she could handle anything else that came her way, but for now she was scared to death from the prospect of beings that were faster and stronger than her trying to use her for target practice. Sephora’s survival instincts had always been strong, and since her half change the need to be safe had intensified ten-fold. It was strange how terrifying it was to have that false sense of invincibility removed. At least now that problem should be fixed.
Sephora let out an audible yawn, stretching her arms out and arching her back like a cat. Actually, the whole performance was rather cat-like, complete with fangs. She had to remind herself that although Silas knew what she was; other wizards and humans didn’t, so she should keep her fangs to herself.
“So,” she said, her voice still sounding as though she was yawning. “When do I start? Oh; and how do I get there?” It had suddenly occurred to her that the most dangerous part of this job might actually be getting to and from work; with countless opportunities for hostile vampires to jump her. Staying in her room and sulking was suddenly starting to look so appealing again.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Aug 25, 2009 13:30:00 GMT 1
“Give me a date and I’ll work out the rest for you,” Silas replied quickly. Ergh, he was going to need to write himself a note about that to even have a hope of remembering to get Seph included into the roster. That was, of course, if he hadn’t used up the supply of erasable ink Abe had gotten him one Christmas. Thanks to the ink the surface his bloody desk looked like an ADD child’s homework, covered in reminders written on it every which way, expensive Macassar Ebony wood be damned. If God had invented anything, it was erasable ink.
As for transport, it wasn’t exactly like getting from Scotland to London was anything too diff- Oh fuck. Right. Vampires couldn’t Apparate, and from experience, they didn’t much like it either. Hopefully it was only related to a lack of experience. “Worst comes to worst you could give Apparation another few shots,” Silas suggested, wondering if she’d even be able to find someone willing to drag her along. “Don’t worry, sickness is normal the first few times until you get used to it.
“Although it would be easier for everyone if you knew how to use Floo Powder,” he said, before realising that if she hadn’t even had a clear idea of what wands could be used for before this point, chances were ‘Floo Powder’ would make as much sense as ancient Gaelic. “It’s a magical method of travelling by fireplace. The Three Brooms should have it available downstairs. It’s easy enough to use: throw a pinch into an open flame, wait until the fire turns green, step inside, clearly state the name of your address, wait until you see the room you want and step out of the grate. Scores has a special fire reserved for staff members. I won’t pretend it’s comfortable means of travel, and be sure to keep your arms and legs tucked in, but it’s one of the few instant transport methods you should, theoretically, be able to use alone.”
Unless, of course, she liked the idea of flying on broomsticks. Somehow he had trouble visualising that one.
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Sept 4, 2009 13:54:44 GMT 1
“I am so not going anywhere looking like this so… about a week from now?” She didn’t actually know the date; there had been no real point when she was moving around so much. And she would be safe from vampires too if she didn’t leave her room. She might have to grab a couple of patrons to slack her thirst here and there, but overall her presence would go unnoticed.
Sephora grimaced at the thought of having to Apparate again. That crushing darkness, the feeling of hopelessness… She didn’t want to go back there. Ever again. She didn’t want to have to get used to it. How could Silas or any wizard for that matter say that a simple queasy stomach was the only affect of Apparating?
“Floo powder?” she inquired, raising an eyebrow. Surely anything would be better than Apparating, and she was… well not willing, but at least unwillingly ready to give it a go. Just so long as nothing horrible was required of her. Her eyebrows disappeared into her now slightly messed up hair that was falling over her face. Step into an open flame? Wizards, she decided, were insane. Who in their right mind would step into an open flame? It was suicide. Maybe wizards were more morbid than she had first given them credit. As if Apparating wasn’t enough, this Floo Powder sounded just as bad if not more unpleasant. But… well the other option was Apparition.
“I’ll try out ‘Floo Powder’ then,” she consented warily, vowing that if it was worse than Apparition she was going to personally blame Silas for it. She didn’t like relying on other people though; they were unpredictable and simply couldn’t be trusted. At least this way she could go wherever she wanted without having some nosy wizard tagging along.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Sept 4, 2009 16:57:56 GMT 1
“How about a week from now?” Seph suggested, and in trying to work out when that was Silas quickly discovered he didn’t even know what the date was today let alone seven days in the future.
22nd. For some reason he was thinking 22nd. So that could be tod— No. It wasn’t. It was morning right now, which meant he’d met Sephora yesterday. Of all the different ways to stay with a woman overnight, this had to be the single least fun unless you were a masochist. Just his luck. Today would have to be the 23rd. Even simple thoughts were made so much harder with a mixture of blood loss and sleep deprivation. Goddamn it, of all the days to leave his watch behind. Regardless, out of habit he glanced at the blood-soaked cuff of his right wrist where he usually wore his it. So if today was Monday, and it was the 23rd, then—
“That would be Monday the 30th,” he said, looking up again and somehow managing to sound completely confident despite the fact he was only 50% sure. “I’ll write a note up and if you can arrive early, say around 10 in the evening, I can have one of the waitresses meet you to explain how the rotations, security, and the rest of the job works.
“When you go to use the Floo Powder, you need to state ‘Staff Entry, Scores, London’ clearly as you can, and that should drop you off at the correct location. There are places in the staff area to leave anything you brought with you – magically protected of course – and you can get to work as soon as your shift starts. When you leave for the night–” or technically morning, whatever, “–I suggest you use the staff fire again. Not because you shouldn’t trust the customers, but... Yeah, you shouldn’t trust the customers,” he grinned.
Hmm. His attention was taken by the sleeve again and Silas ran his finger over the dried blood. Why thank you, little reminder that he still looked like utter shit. His shirt was still ruined too and that was going to need fixing when he got home. “Did you need anything else?” he asked as he loosening his tie further before slipping it off and shoving the silk a little unceremoniously into one of his jacket pockets.
The answer came back negative and Silas took that as a good excuse to finally leave. “In that case, I’ll see you at some point in the future,” he said, pushing himself out of the couch a little too fast again and accidentally triggering a small bout of light-headedness. He doubted they’d meet again outside of work, seeing as he could easily just take the money he was owed out of her pay check, but still.
Now, where had— There we go. He spotted one of the buttons of his shirt near the bed and waved his wand idly in its direction. The summoning charm quickly sent the three missing ones flying into his hand and he slipped them into his pocket next to the tie. He repeated the process for the crucifix.
Alright, time to go. But, really, he couldn’t stop himself from giving one last parting shot. “And, for future reference:” he added, giving Seph a smirk, “Eating your boss is just as frowned on in the wizarding world as it is elsewhere.”
Sephora’s expression quickly turned angry, and with a laugh Silas disappeared on the spot after she’d made her grab for projectiles.
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Sept 5, 2009 10:10:23 GMT 1
Well; there would at least be one advantage about working at Scores: she wouldn’t have to risk the sunlight. She could stick to her usual schedule and still get to work on time. Work… she still grimaced at the word. Never one for responsibility was Sephora Forrest.
Had she been eating something she would have chocked with laughter at the thought of trusting the customers. It wasn’t like she trusted anyone normally, but after meeting Silas, she was even more wary of people with magical twigs. At least her new job would allow her a chance to find out a bit more information about the world she had been shoved into.
While Silas made plans to leave Sephora’s stomach involuntarily growled just at the wrong moment, and she tried to shrug it off by pretending to check her nails for dirt. Luckily, it seemed that Silas hadn’t heard her; since he continued summoning various odds and sods that she had managed to displace last night.
“And, for future reference: Eating your boss is just as frowned on in the wizarding world as it is elsewhere.” said Silas; immediately darkening Sephora’s expression. She made a hasty grab for the light shade, but he had disappeared into thin air just before she was going to sling it at his head. It was probably a good think her reflexes and accuracy were dulled by her hangover. Knocking your new boss out with a light shade before you had even started work was definitely not the best look in the world. She put the lamp back where it had come from and sank back into the covers, utterly exhausted. She didn’t even want to know what the time was, all she wanted to do was sleep.
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