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Post by Crowley on Oct 21, 2007 0:52:41 GMT -5
"But, really, why are you here?" he asked. "I have plenty of time to listen."
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Post by Helga on Oct 21, 2007 1:24:41 GMT -5
Helga thought for a moment. She wasn't sure if she should be spilling her life story to a perfect stranger, but she felt such a need to talk to someone that she found the words pouring from her mouth.
"I'm looking for my father. My parents abandoned me when I was born, or at least my mother did. From what I know, my father doesn't even now that I exist. He's my last chance at a fairytale ending. However, I didn't have much money to start with, and it ran out a little quicker than I would have liked, hence my being here."
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Post by Crowley on Oct 21, 2007 1:27:51 GMT -5
"...Damn. You should write a book once you settle into whatever life you end up in." He smiled. "I'm sure you could find a job to help pay for your fare. There's plenty of work here."
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Post by Helga on Oct 21, 2007 1:29:53 GMT -5
"Well that's good. May I ask what you do here? I assume you are a performer, correct?"
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Post by Crowley on Oct 21, 2007 1:31:56 GMT -5
He shook his head. "Not much of an opera man, actually. I do appreciate the arts, though. I'm here because this is where my job transferred me."
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Post by Helga on Oct 21, 2007 1:33:23 GMT -5
"Ah... I profess to be an admirer as well. What job brought you here?"
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Post by Crowley on Oct 21, 2007 1:35:41 GMT -5
"Um... I'm a... lawyer!" It probably didn't make much sense, but, hey, it was close enough to demon, right?
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Post by Helga on Oct 21, 2007 1:37:37 GMT -5
Helga looked at Mr. Crowley with curiosity. His answer seemed too rushed.
"A lawyer? In an opera house?"
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Post by Crowley on Oct 21, 2007 1:39:49 GMT -5
"Er, yes. It's an international company. And I don't work at the opera or anything."
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Post by Helga on Oct 21, 2007 1:44:03 GMT -5
"I see," Helga replied. She was not convinced, but decided against pressing further. There was time enough to question later.
"Now, you said there would be plenty of jobs available. What exactly would those be? I'm not that much of a performer. I much prefer paper and pencil."
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Post by Crowley on Oct 21, 2007 1:46:07 GMT -5
"Writing or drawing?" he asked. He considered how to go about this. Maybe she could struggle on the streets as an artist and, in desperation, she'd turn to prostitution for money. That could work pretty well.
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Post by Helga on Oct 21, 2007 1:49:08 GMT -5
Helga noticed a slight tone of excitement in his voice, but it was gone as soon as it came.
"Drawing, actually. Call it an obsession."
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Post by Crowley on Oct 21, 2007 1:51:11 GMT -5
((He's wearing sunglasses, actually. If she could see his eyes, she wouldn't be talking to him. They're yellow and slitted like a snake's. )) "Well, maybe you could sell some drawings. Do commissions and things like that. There's quite a bohemian uprising in this city right now," he said in an amiable, practical manner.
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Post by Helga on Oct 21, 2007 1:54:39 GMT -5
((Good to know...Thanks! ) "A what? Excuse my ignorance, but I'm not quite up to date with the modern world yet. I've led a horribly sheltered life up until now."
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Post by Crowley on Oct 21, 2007 1:56:33 GMT -5
((No problem. He's from Good Omens, if you're at all interested. It's pretty much the most amazing book in the universe.))
"Oh, it just means that there are certain pockets of the city where a lot of artists live. They tend to be very friendly, colorful people. I'm sure they could help you." Crowley curs—er, blessed himself for using the word "bohemian." Now he had a certain Queen song stuck in his head. He needed to be a lot more careful with his music in the Bentley.
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