Strex's "Hired" Hand

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"I do not fully understand the nature of this place, but it is like all of the other places I have been in one crucial way. It has 'dirty work' that must be done and clients that hire men like me to do that work for them." -WTNV OC RP blog. Will RP with anyone, inquire within with the Mun to set something up. (Full character info on 'Information' page. PLEASE read it as well as the rules page.) Disclaimer: This page is not associated with the Welcome to Night Vale podcast. This is a blog based on a fictional character. Mun is 21+. FC is Mark Strong.

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admittedly Lucy had backed out of the office rather hastily, so walking straight into someone was to be expected. she muttered an earnest apology as she still got her bearings, and then the apology slowed as she registered into whom she had backed. "I'm terribly sorry, sir, really..."

Begrudgingly walking down the hall, reading over his “new job description” another time, Blackwater couldn’t help but let out a foul word or two at feeling another body collide with him. Hearing her quiet apology, however, made him sigh and temporarily shake off his anger. “It’s fine… Where were you going in such a hurry?”

"That I wasn’t aware impressment was still a viable means of employment?" she raised a brow. "Or was it something before that?"

"No no, it was about that." He furrowed his brow a bit. "May I ask how that happened? What did they do to you to make you take this job?"

"Impressment," she said simply. "I didn’t have a choice. I was coming in to see somebody—anybody—about an issue concerning a friend of mine, for which I was certain Strex was responsible. I checked in at Security, saw my name matched the name of the past assistant—who was an infamously terrible worker—and told me a had a new job.

"But, I will say, Ms. Sonriente’s been really rather kind to me, all things considered. I’ve proven my use to her, and she’s afforded me a few allowances."

"I see..." He shrugged and pulled over the cup of coffee the waitress left on the table. "It sounds like you got the lucky shake of the stick when it came to employment. Good for you kiddo."

There's always a bigger fish.

"Well obviously… But why exactly are you telling me this?"

"Re-Education?" He shook his head. "No need. They do have other means of keeping people employed… Or did you not know that?"

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"Oh, dear." she said. "You’re not another Lauren, are you? One of those who didn’t need brainwashing, because the idea of decorating their office with organs was already so appealing to them?”

He sneers in disgust at the idea. "No, don't be ridiculous. I did not choose this job. If it were up to me, I would not even be in this god forsaken town."

strexcorpsupervision-blog

*The president looks up as the assistant announces his arrival, leans back in his chair, and a friendly smile immediately forms on his lips* Ah, Mr. Blackwater. You are arriving pleasantly fast. *He gestures towards one of the chairs on the opposite side of his desk* Take a seat, please.

I always find it necessary to show up promptly to job opportunities, sir.

*he smiles back, a sign of respect, and sits down in one of the chairs*

Excuse me for getting directly to the point, but what is this job that you have for me?

#strexcorpsupervision #((it's all good. i'm cool with this writing style))

There's always a bigger fish.

"Well obviously… But why exactly are you telling me this?"

Blackwater nods, not believing a word this woman was saying. “Right… Well in my line of work there is not much room for smiling. Especially for no reason.”

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"Oh, there’s always a reason to smile, sir!” she said. “How did a bleak little thing like you make it through Re-Education?”

"Re-Education?" He shook his head. "No need. They do have other means of keeping people employed... Or did you not know that?"

admittedly Lucy had backed out of the office rather hastily, so walking straight into someone was to be expected. she muttered an earnest apology as she still got her bearings, and then the apology slowed as she registered into whom she had backed. "I'm terribly sorry, sir, really..."

Begrudgingly walking down the hall, reading over his “new job description” another time, Blackwater couldn’t help but let out a foul word or two at feeling another body collide with him. Hearing her quiet apology, however, made him sigh and temporarily shake off his anger. “It’s fine… Where were you going in such a hurry?”

"I’ve only had the pizza, but it is superb.”

the reticence made sense; in all honesty she should’ve been more careful. but she still sensed something she could trust in this guy, and it wasn’t an inherent charisma on his part.

"You like the work here?"

Blackwater glanced over the menu at her a moment before chuckling and looking back at the menu. “No. Absolutely not.”

He probably shouldn’t have said that out loud, but he didn’t have a choice in whether or not he worked there in the first place, so a little griping should be overlooked.

"How about yourself?"

well, this moment of frankness was something of a surprise.

she bit her lip. ”I mean, it keeps me busy. There are advantages relative to my position. But even if I had chosen to work for them, I wouldn’t’ve picked Finance, savvy?” she rolled her eyes. ”I worked the counter of a record shop before this, for heaven’s sake. And before this, I wasn’t aware impressment was a viable means of employment in this day and age.”

Upon hearing the word ‘impressment’ Blackwater’s gaze shot back up to look at Lucy. “What did you just say?”

He was aware that Strex Corp forced others into employment in ways similar to his own employment, but to do so to someone as young as her and for such a job as finance was unacceptable.

"That I wasn’t aware impressment was still a viable means of employment?" she raised a brow. "Or was it something before that?"

"No no, it was about that." He furrowed his brow a bit. "May I ask how that happened? What did they do to you to make you take this job?"

#dark-owl-lucy #((So sorry for my absense! School and track is a bear to my free time! D: ))

strexcorpsupervision-blog

Would somebody be so kind as to ask Mr. Blackwater into my office, please? I may have work for him.

"Right, I'll report there immediately." Blackwater responded to the message before hanging up his phone. Walking swiftly towards the president's office, he pondered to himself what the job could be. Being let into the office by a secretary, he asked. "You wanted to see me sir?"

#strexcorpsupervision #((hey thanks for the starter! i appreciate it. :] ))

admittedly Lucy had backed out of the office rather hastily, so walking straight into someone was to be expected. she muttered an earnest apology as she still got her bearings, and then the apology slowed as she registered into whom she had backed. "I'm terribly sorry, sir, really..."

Begrudgingly walking down the hall, reading over his “new job description” another time, Blackwater couldn’t help but let out a foul word or two at feeling another body collide with him. Hearing her quiet apology, however, made him sigh and temporarily shake off his anger. “It’s fine… Where were you going in such a hurry?”

"I’ve only had the pizza, but it is superb.”

the reticence made sense; in all honesty she should’ve been more careful. but she still sensed something she could trust in this guy, and it wasn’t an inherent charisma on his part.

"You like the work here?"

Blackwater glanced over the menu at her a moment before chuckling and looking back at the menu. “No. Absolutely not.”

He probably shouldn’t have said that out loud, but he didn’t have a choice in whether or not he worked there in the first place, so a little griping should be overlooked.

"How about yourself?"

well, this moment of frankness was something of a surprise.

she bit her lip. ”I mean, it keeps me busy. There are advantages relative to my position. But even if I had chosen to work for them, I wouldn’t’ve picked Finance, savvy?” she rolled her eyes. ”I worked the counter of a record shop before this, for heaven’s sake. And before this, I wasn’t aware impressment was a viable means of employment in this day and age.”

Upon hearing the word 'impressment' Blackwater's gaze shot back up to look at Lucy. "What did you just say?"

He was aware that Strex Corp forced others into employment in ways similar to his own employment, but to do so to someone as young as her and for such a job as finance was unacceptable.

There's always a bigger fish.

"Well obviously… But why exactly are you telling me this?"

Taking a cautious step back from the girl, Blackwater scowls. “Who the hell are you? What are you going on about?”

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"The names Anna. I’m a calligraphy enthusiast from the crafts fair." said Harriet, an insane inmate from the StrexCorp asylum. "Oh, my. I hope the words of our great and powerful leader haven’t upset you. Smile, dearie! He’s always watching.”

Blackwater nods, not believing a word this woman was saying. "Right... Well in my line of work there is not much room for smiling. Especially for no reason."

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There's always a bigger fish.

"Well obviously… But why exactly are you telling me this?"

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"Would you believe…the Smiling God told me to tell you because he said you needed an ego check?" she said, and gave him a mock-dramatic squint.

He frowned, his brow knitting together in a glare. His natural accent slipping through a bit, he addresses the odd mocking. “Excuse me? Last time I checked I did nothing of the egotistical sort.”

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She grinned, suddenly amused by the offense of this older, imposing man. She spread her hands.

"Ayyy, I just relay what the big guy says. Are you questioning the wisdom of he who smiles?" she asked, with fake severity.

Taking a cautious step back from the girl, Blackwater scowls. "Who the hell are you? What are you going on about?"

There's always a bigger fish.

"Well obviously… But why exactly are you telling me this?"

asylum-inmate-deactivated201504

"Would you believe…the Smiling God told me to tell you because he said you needed an ego check?" she said, and gave him a mock-dramatic squint.

He frowned, his brow knitting together in a glare. His natural accent slipping through a bit, he addresses the odd mocking. "Excuse me? Last time I checked I did nothing of the egotistical sort."

There's always a bigger fish.

"Well obviously... But why exactly are you telling me this?"

"Can I help you?"

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Khoshekh tilted his head staring at the watch. “Oh nothing! I was just wondering if your watch is alright..” He said walking closer blinking a bit. “I don’t see why you have a watch sense time doesn’t work..Or at least clocks and watched don’t..”

"So I've noticed..." He sighed and put the broken watch in his pocket. "I keep it around as a memento of the past I suppose." Blackwater then raises a brow at the peculiar younger man. "Who are you by the way? And how did you get in here?"

#floatingfourfeet

"Sergio Vega."

"That is one hell of a request. Why him?"

"Many reasons. But most importantly, revenge. Can you do it?"

"As much as I would like the pay for this job, I’ll have to decline. My apologies for getting your hopes up."

"Please excuse my language, sir, but are you just going to pussy out?"

"No. I'm rather going to be smart about the jobs I take. This job, especially since it is a matter of revenge, is a job I do not wish to get involved in."

admittedly Lucy had backed out of the office rather hastily, so walking straight into someone was to be expected. she muttered an earnest apology as she still got her bearings, and then the apology slowed as she registered into whom she had backed. "I'm terribly sorry, sir, really..."

Begrudgingly walking down the hall, reading over his “new job description” another time, Blackwater couldn’t help but let out a foul word or two at feeling another body collide with him. Hearing her quiet apology, however, made him sigh and temporarily shake off his anger. “It’s fine… Where were you going in such a hurry?”

"Truth or Consequences, New Mexico," she replied as they were seated. "I went to college not far from there, and that’s where I grew up."

it wasn’t untrue; what little paperwork that could be found backed up as much. that is where her family lived upon resettlement approval, and the fact that it was their port of entry was trivial.

"How about you? Where was home before?"

"No offense, but I’d much rather not say." He shrugs and looks down at the menu. "In my usual line of work, it’s best that I not tell anyone that. Need to keep some things secret…" His eyes scanned over the various diner food selections and he changed the topic of conversation.

"What do you recommend?"

"I’ve only had the pizza, but it is superb.”

the reticence made sense; in all honesty she should’ve been more careful. but she still sensed something she could trust in this guy, and it wasn’t an inherent charisma on his part.

"You like the work here?"

Blackwater glanced over the menu at her a moment before chuckling and looking back at the menu. “No. Absolutely not.”

He probably shouldn’t have said that out loud, but he didn’t have a choice in whether or not he worked there in the first place, so a little griping should be overlooked.

"How about yourself?"

chocolateandwings

Here I'll Pay You To Go Away

"That’s rather unfortunate. You don’t happen to come from one of those weird families that are all over Desert Bluffs do you? They’re apparently trying to kill each other all the time." Blackwater found it odd that this encounter was turning to a conversation about strange families, but then again, everything in this area is strange.

chocolateandwings

"Um doubt any family around here compares to mine then again this isn’t exactly anything remotely like my homes so I might not want to stick to that statement.." He shrugged.

Blackwater raised a brow at Gabe, his curiosity piqued at his statement. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

#chocolateandwings

admittedly Lucy had backed out of the office rather hastily, so walking straight into someone was to be expected. she muttered an earnest apology as she still got her bearings, and then the apology slowed as she registered into whom she had backed. "I'm terribly sorry, sir, really..."

Begrudgingly walking down the hall, reading over his “new job description” another time, Blackwater couldn’t help but let out a foul word or two at feeling another body collide with him. Hearing her quiet apology, however, made him sigh and temporarily shake off his anger. “It’s fine… Where were you going in such a hurry?”

she bit her lip as she held open the door. ”I didn’t grow up here, no, but I moved to the general area about five years ago.”

"Oh yeah?" He was a bit cautious of her answer to the next question on his mind, but it couldn’t be that bad, could it? "May I ask where you lived before that?"

"Truth or Consequences, New Mexico," she replied as they were seated. "I went to college not far from there, and that’s where I grew up."

it wasn’t untrue; what little paperwork that could be found backed up as much. that is where her family lived upon resettlement approval, and the fact that it was their port of entry was trivial.

"How about you? Where was home before?"

"No offense, but I'd much rather not say." He shrugs and looks down at the menu. "In my usual line of work, it's best that I not tell anyone that. Need to keep some things secret..." His eyes scanned over the various diner food selections and he changed the topic of conversation.

"What do you recommend?"

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