Meghan Distra

Assistant at the Underworld (dependant RP Blog)

[meghandistra]

( @invisibledxrkness· ):

  👻    She’d spent much of the previous night on an all-out bender, things were going well for her now that she was getting set up at the pier. She floated around between couches and paying for motels with the little income she had started generating. After finding a fellow delinquent skulking around the out of bounds area of the pier, the construction zone, she’d gotten to know peter rather well, crashing at the Treehouse until she got herself on her feet. She’d offered some of the other misfits discount prices on Z, some obliged and took it, but she was very careful as not to overstep here, this wasn’t her den after all. But it wouldn’t take long.

A light fog clung to the pier as she went out that morning, walking through it without really disturbing the air, just small wisps rolling off her leather jacket. With pouches of Zero stuffed in her left pocket and cash jammed into her right pocket she was ready for a day of work, her first stop for the day was the early morning carnies. Rounding the corner on her way to Sugar Rush she slammed face-first into someone, “Oi watch where you’re walking.” Brushing down her jacket she looked up at the stranger, glaring at them with piercing black eyes despite them not having really done anything.

          THE NIGHT HAD been much longer than usual and not in a way that Meg was pleased about. For the most part, she was storming home as quickly as she could, but her mind was still on the events of the night before. She felt disgusting and scared and wanted nothing more than to take a nice, long shower.

As she pushed her hair out of her face, Meg immediately collided with another figure. Not only was she mentally distracted, but she honestly hadn’t seen the girl coming. “You bumped into me, too,” she spoke back rather sharply. Meg took a deep breath as she shook her head to re-steady herself. “Where are you headed in such a rush anyway?”

[meghandistra]

( @suitablyhellish· ):

“Aww, poor Meg.” His drawl was anything but kind, in fact, his sole motivation was to get a rise out of her. One might think he was looking for an argument. “Well if you ever want a pay rise, the job is yours.” Watching the girls for a brief moment, only to focus once again on Meg, another chuckle slipping free as her oh so obvious discomfort was beyond entertaining. “Call it professional curiosity my dear Meg, what would that very steep but not monetary price be?”

Drumming his fingers on the table as he so often did when waiting for something. The dull thuds of his fingertips hitting the surface nowhere close to audible within the club, but nevertheless having the desired effect. He was waiting. And anyone that saw him would know that. Especially someone like Meg. 

“Well?”

          VERY SLOWLY, MEG let all of her breath escape her body. It was all she could do to keep from just yelling at him before running off. However, the knowledge she had of Hayden was keeping her in one place while the look he gave her was freezing her entire body. There was nowhere Meg could go, and there was only one direction she would be heading for the night. She had no other choice anymore. 

After letting him wait, at least she had that satisfaction, Meg finally leaned forward. “You know what, sir?” she said, trying to keep her voice playful so that she hid as much of her discomfort as possible. “I’ll get on that stage on one condition,” she told him coyly. Meg looked up at the dancers for another moment before twirling her hair in her fingers and shifting her gaze back to her boss. “The patrons have to be gone,” she finally spilled.

[meghandistra]

( @arielsalts· ):

It was definitely strange that people working at a pier, where attractions were involved, hadn’t even been on one before. Sure, maybe they didn’t have time, but it still was rare. At least for Ariel. She knew that if she wasn’t working an attraction, she would still make time to go to one. “Well, let’s hope this is sooner. They are quite amusing if you ask me.” Nodding, she pointed towards the car, as the other girl started walking. “I’ll be right there,” she said, following her. 

         “GREAT,” SHE SAID smiling at the redhead as she began to step into the ride vehicle. Meg flipped her hair back over her shoulder as she sat down and looked around. Even with some of the lights on, this place looked darker than she had expected it to. “Um... So what is this ride about anyway?” she asked curiously as she tried to figure it out from her surroundings.

[meghandistra]

( @elisaxsnow· )·:

“It is an interesting way to see it isn’t it? I never thought it would happen myself until people were coming in quite often,especially this summer.” She responded,taking a quick sip of her drink, her eyes falling on the ice cubes swirling in the liquid. “I guess that you could say that, I have been meaning to get out and I thought, what better day than today, I have no idea why though.”

            MEG COULDN’T HELP but smile at her response as she began to tap her glass lightly on the table. “Sometimes following wherever your feet lead is one of the best ideas,” she told her from experience. “Why the Underworld though,” she asked curiously after a moment. “Or was it just the first club you came across?”

[meghandistra]

( @afrozen-heart· ):

Hanson closed his eyes, nodding his head in acknowledgment at her words. Though he was unsure why women always jumped the gun and believed that the man had to of done something to push the woman away. In his instance, should he slip in his facade for any reason this could be true. But Hans was careful and in the end it was always his choice to leave the situation rather than drag it on for longer than need be.

“Actually,” he began, taking a drink from his glass before finishing, “it was my brother that caused the rift.”

Women were a sucker for a good sob story he had learned. Which was why he had plenty under his belt to distribute. Now it was time to see if she would take the story for what it was or push details. Not that he didn’t have details all fleshed out.

          AS SOON AS she received her own drink, Meg took a long sip. After all, it had been a rough week. Nodding, she took a minute to think about his answer. “And how was that?” she retorted after a minute, turning slightly to look him over a little better. “Is he the more attractive one?” she teased a bit before taking another sip of his drink. Meg was starting to suspect that he was either drowning himself in alcohol or just hoping for a pity fuck, but either way, he was starting to sound more and more available to her.

[meghandistra]

( @rayelledisneypier· ):

“P-plastic” She resisted the urge to chew on her lip. Was this question a sign of how fake it seemed?

“It looks too plastic, right?” She let out a sigh, failing to keep the defeat out of her voice. “I was told to make it as realistic as I can. I ’ve painted decent swords before but I don’t know what’s with me these days.”

She shook her head, her eyes suddenly widening. “P-please don’t tell the Head of the Crafter’s team! I-I can do better! I promise!”

          HER EYES CONTINUED to widen as she watched the girl stammer. “I wouldn’t say it looks too plastic,” she finally said after letting out a long sigh. “It’s just kind of light, so I’d say that if you want to do it right, then you should make it out of some kind of metal or at least a heavier wood. That way it doesn’t look like you can just toss in the air whenever you feel like it,” she tried her best to explain. Meg kept her mouth quiet in response to her pleas, though, considering she wasn’t sure she could make that kind of promise.

[meghandistra]

( @arielsalts· ):

Sighing, Ariel realized she had probably come off too strong to the poor girl. There was no way she would’ve known about the day she’d had, and it wasn’t her fault either. Fair enough, she knew the girl worked at The Underworld, so she might as well be telling the truth. So far, everyone who came from there was uptight and had never been on a ride before. Letting out a sound that resembled a snarl, she turned around to face her. 

“I mean, go ahead, if you want to. But only one round,” she said, gesturing the ride and half-smiling at the girl. For some reason, she was nice to everyone, and she didn’t have it in her bones to act otherwise, despite what they were doing - well, there were exceptions, of course, because no one is perfect -  she tried being the bigger person. “So, what do you say?” She asked the girl, waiting for her to get in the cart.

          MEG’S EYES SLOWLY widened as the other girl’s words fell on her ears. She had simply been asking for the way out, but if this was the direction the redhead wanted to go, then she certainly wasn’t going to say no. Therefore, Meg simply smiled at her. “I hadn’t meant right this minute, but sure,” she replied with a sweet smile. “I needed to find out what happened in these rides sooner or later,” she said with a smirk as she began to walk towards the ride car. “Are you riding with me then?” she asked with a coy grin.

[meghandistra]

( @elisaxsnow· ):

“I would have thought that myself, but it seems there is just something about having a place to almost,cool off in a way to go that brings people in.” She replied with a gentle smirk hidden by her glass. 

          MEG TOOK A final sip of her drink as she smiled over at the woman. “I suppose that is an interesting way of thinking of it,” she agreed with a smirk of her own. The brunette had to admit that she was intrigued by this woman. She was certainly beautiful, but the way she carried herself: powerful, calm, knowledgeable... Meg couldn’t help but be captivated by her. “So what brought you here tonight then? Needed to get away?” she asked curiously.

[meghandistra]

( @suitablyhellish· )·:

It was true that he’d seen her watching the dancers, on more than one occasion. “Well looks like you’ve found a place to sit, so please enjoy the show.” Unlike everyone else, his attention was no on the dancers. His was on Meg as she watched them. It was all a bit voyeuristic really, some watching someone else. But alas, that was the nature of his club. It wasn’t that he didn’t find the dancers attractive or talented, no it was more his sense of profession boundaries keeping him in line.

Laughing once again, a sound not often heard from him, he leans over the table just as she did, mirroring her in fact. “Oh see I know that’s not true. You have a price, just like everyone else. So give me a rough idea as to what it will take to get you up there?”

          AS SOON AS she heard the low chuckle coming from the man, Meg knew she had messed up severely. She never trusted that sound. It almost always came with some kind of sinister idea or banter, and truth be told, her heart stopped beating for almost a minute as she did her best to keep her composure. When he leaned in closer, Meg could feel her fate practically being sealed for the night.

The silence was deafening, even in the crowded club, and it took Meg a minute before she could even move to down the rest of her drink. “No, Hayden,” she finally flatly, heart still pounding. “Despite the fact that it would be a very steep price and not monetary, I have no interest in ever being on that stage,” she tried to explain as calmly as possible. Too many men had already taken advantage of her, and Meg was not eager to let them do it freely.

[meghandistra]

( @ofaliceswonder· )·:

。·:✧:· EYEBROWS RAISED, ALICE stared at the woman next to her, trying to think of something to say. she hadn’t thought about touching the dancers and wasn’t even sure if she was allowed to. a soft whimper slipped from her lips as she nodded, fiddling her in her seat. looking back up at the dancers, she couldn’t help but smile, amused by how amazing they were. who taught them how to dance ?? alice wished she had that kind of talent, but knew she didn’t and even if she did, it wasn’t like anyone would ever l e t her become a dancer. there were far too many other frustrating things going on in her life. “oh !! i won’t– i won’t touch them, i just… i just like looking at them,” alice practically stuttered.

shaking her head, alice dropped her head, allowing her curls to cover her face. she always felt safer when she could cover her face with her hair. it gave her a sense of comfort. when her family yelled at her and told her there was something wrong with her, alice would use her long curls to hide from them or distract herself by playing with them. it was for that reason that she kept her hair long at all times. “no ?? this is the first time. i wasn’t allowed in very many places, ‘cause my parents didn’t believe that i could act properly. i think that’s rather dumb and silly. and i’m honestly just really curious about everything.”

          AS THE OTHER girl finally responded, Meg couldn’t help but smile a little. She seemed either confused or completely innocent. It was both frustrating and refreshing, but after the night she’d had it was much more of the latter. “They are nice to look at, aren’t they?” she agreed, staring back up at the stage with a twinkle in her own eye. She suspected that this young blonde was far too much in her own world to notice the train of thought running through Meg’s own mind.

The answer caused Meg to immediately snap back to their conversation, though. She began to feel a strong sense of pity for the girl. “I’m so sorry to hear that,” she told her softly, at least as softly as she could with the loud volume of the atmosphere. Leaning over the table, and a bit closer to her, Meg just gave her a soft smile. “Would you like to me to show you around a bit then? Talk you through it?” she offered sweetly.

[meghandistra]

( @finn-rider· ):

Finn chuckled “I mean, it really does depend on your type of work” he winked “I admire the skill and atheletic prowess that it takes to get up there, or here” he gestured respectively to the girl’s dancing onstage and that of his lap “It’s not for the faint hearted - or bodied”

He noted her drink, despite the fact that she was ‘working’. He cooly extended his arm to rest along the back of the couch, barely skimming her shoulders “So what is your work then? I’ve never know a lovely lady to drink on the job, at least none that required too much acrobatics - not that I’ve ever needed to pay for that type of pleasure.” He tilted his head towards her “What about yourself? Ever payed for the pleasure?”

          MEG PURSED HER lips as he spoke, agreeing with him slightly. “Well I agree that it does take an extra bit of strength to perform like that, it doesn’t mean that every woman with that kind of fire likes to do it for just anyone, Mr....” she explained before trying to ask for his name. She’d seen him around the pier from time to time, but she was having trouble placing him at the moment.

Taking another large sip of her drink, Meg couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the man. “I happen to be the assitant to the manager here, so he tends to let me drink whenever I’d like,” she told him smugly. The woman took a minute to look him over. Either he was way too drunk or he was trying way too hard. Honestly, if he just dialed it down a notch, she might even be interested. MIGHT. “An no. I can’t say that I have,” she finally answered abruptly.

[meghandistra]

( @afrozen-heart· ):

All it took was a glance out of the corner of his eye for Hanson to know that this one… This one was the real deal. Having seen her around for meetings along side Dark, he knew that she was his assistant. Though he had never gotten her name. There was one other man other than his own father that had scared the daylights out of Hans–and that man was Hayden Dark. But here she was. All alone this time. With no other man to steal her attention away.

Hans thought carefully about what path to take with her. Being the assistant of a highly appraised club meant that she had to have excellent judgement. Or perhaps she didn’t and he would luck out with his usual sob story of a wife that left him high and dry. Either way, the ring his held in his right hand was going into play.

“Just my luck,” he said with a sad smile, his lips pressing into a hard line as he held up his ring for her to see, “Divorced in my mid thirties. Who would have known?”

          ANY NIGHT SHE wasn’t at work, Meg enjoyed going all out when she went to a bar or club. Her hair was curled or styled up, tonight it was down and curly, and her dresses were tight and very low cut. Therefore, leaning forward as she listened this man was simply her easy was of ensuring she had his undivided attention.

Ordering her drink, Meg just nodded. “Well what did you do to make her leave you then?” she asked, coy smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. With a guy in a bar there was no way of genuinely knowing if he was married and just trying to find a night away, if he was single and just looking for a pity fuck, or if he was actually telling the truth. Depending on how he spoke, Meg would eventually decide which of the three she wanted to believe tonight. After all, he was attractive enough that she was willing to give him some benefit of the doubt.

[meghandistra]

( @arielsalts· ):

The girl who was behind the controls counter chuckled a response back to her, with a smirk on her face that was bothering Ariel much more than she would want it to. Taking a deep breath as she didn’t really want to make this day longer than it needed to be or worse than it had already been, she calmly but firmly said “don’t you see that was what I was trying to, until you came in?” 

She continued to grab her things and the keys to the ride, and when she was done, she threw her bag over her shoulder and gazed at the brunette. Raising one eyebrow in a question mode, she put one hand on her hip and with the other signaled at the exit. “Are you planning on staying there, or shall we?” she said, and without staying around to hear the other girl’s answer, she started towards the door.

         WITH A PURSE of her lips, Meg just looked up at the redhead and shrugged. “I can’t say that I did considering I’ve never been inside an attraction before, so I had no way of knowing what you were going to do next,” she explained fairly calmly as she slowly stood up and looked around. Meghan crossed her arms after a moment as she finally made eye contact with the carnie once more. 

Her question surprised her slightly, as the brunette had honestly expected her to be a bit more furious. Meg sure would have been. “We can go,” she told her, gesturing for her to lead the way. “Like I said, I’ve just never been inside one of these,” she reiterated.

[meghandistra]

( @rayelledisneypier· ):

“Hi!” excited that someone finally stopped to listen to her, the brunette did her best to compose herself as to not scare the woman away. “Thank you! It’s something very simple! I will not waste your time, I promise!”

Looking for the picture of the sword in her phone, Rayelle handed it to the other woman. The brunette’s favorite part was that the stranger’s stance made her seem a difficult-to-impress kind of person. That meant Rayelle could finally receive honest, constructive criticism, as nervous as it made her.

“I’m in the Crafter’s team. What do you think of this sword?” She bit her lip.

         HER RAMBLING HAD Meg crossing her arms and rolling her eyes, but her feet stayed planted all the same. She waited in silence as the girl seemed to almost panic, and Meg had yet to decide how to respond to her to be completely honest. As she was handed the phone, she looked over it with her best eyes of criticism. Her question stunned Meg for a moment, and she pursed her lips as she thought. “What’s it made of?” she wondered aloud.

[meghandistra]

( @pajagan· ):

Her words caused him to chuckle just before he nursed his own scotch slowly. He could tell that she was a stubborn one, and to be quite honest, he enjoyed her fiery quality. “Well, just my presence doesn’t have to distract you from your own thoughts, my dear. However,” he continued, “by sitting with a patron who is enjoying the very view you seem to be monitoring, perhaps you might want his opinion on the matter? Care to hear how satisfied I am?” he asked with a sideways glance at her, smirking as he did.

          SITTING DOWN SLOWLY, Meg was rather annoyed at how correct he was. He wasn’t doing what she wanted him to, but she couldn’t find a valid reason to contradict his logic either. She took a long sip of her drink and finally decided that fighting him would be pointless at this point. “Alright. Enlighten me then,” she told him, raising an eyebrow curiously.

[meghandistra]

( @isabellexlire ):

“Oh, yes, I’m certain that is just the reputation your boss would like his place to have,” Belle murmured, her attention focused on her book.  “That paying customers get removed for being so disturbing as to read a book and not be a bother to either the dancers or their fellow customers.”  

One eyebrow flicked up in recognition of the question, though she didn’t bother to look up.  “Then I will conclude my business with them as expeditiously as possible,” she replied.  “As soon as that is complete, then I will remove myself from the vicinity and return home.”  She glanced up, a brief flash of amusement crossing her face.  “Then you can debate with them over the relative merits of your dancers.”

          IN THAT MOMENT, Meg finally realized how naive this woman must have been to night time entertainment. Throwing her head back, she instinctively began to laugh. She had no idea what kind of reputation that the Underworld was going for but it certainly wasn’t to have people reading books. How boring would that look to new patrons? When she finally regained her breath, Meg shook her head and made eye contact once more. “I hate to break it to you, but reading a book in this establishment is definitely considered a disturbances. Do you know how offended my dancers are when they notice people aren’t watching them? And honey, they can definitely see you since you’re front and center,” she told her, leaning on the table with her arms folded across it.

Her final words simply caused Meg to shrug. “I will so long as they understand why this is a good place to be on a Saturday night in the first place. Otherwise, I’ll most likely ask them to leave as well,” she explained with a smug grin.

[meghandistra]

suitablyhellish·:

He did his best to keep a straight stern face, but he was in a good mood, things were going well for once, no trouble had arisen. His head cocked to the side as his piercing blue eyes moved from her to the dancers and back again, “Oh I would think they deserve more than a try.” Leaning back in the chair he spun his glass around on the table, the glass carefully balancing on the edge of the base and side, threatening to tip over at any moment. He thought about her question, in regards to the club there was nothing else that needed to be done, as for things that wanted to be done, now that was a different story. “Have you ever considered getting up there?” With a tilt of his head, he gestured to the stage, his stoney expression cracking into a smile knowing full well that she wouldn’t get up there.

Propping one arm up on the back of the chair beside him he watched her closely, the music and dancers nothing more than a trinket, shining in the light. He’d seen them perform a hundred times before, and probably will see them perform a hundred times more. He liked having Meg around, she livened up the place so it wasn’t so dead, she was fiery and sometimes didn’t mind saying what was on her mind. He liked playing games with her, trying to see what would make her snap, she was always so cautious around him, waiting for the same thing, waiting for him to snap. Who would win he wondered?

Almost involuntarily, Meg rolled her eyes once more before she could stop herself. “Well, the idea was to watch them in great detail once I found a place to sit,” she confessed, setting her own glass down and leaning on the table in between them. Breaking her gaze away from the man, Meg made a point to watch the dancers, trying not to let on that she was enjoying it as much as she actually was yet still trying to prove that she was giving them her undivided attention. However, when his words fell on her ears again, she immediately laughed. “Are you joking?” she spat out, quickly looking back at him again. Meg knew, of course that he wasn’t joking, but she would still never do it. “There’s nothing you could pay me to have that much attention on me with that little of clothing,” she blurted, despite how untrue it may have been. After all, everyone has a price.