MARKETING 101

Marketing ( or mktg ) is the biggest industry in the world, and it's invisible.

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                      scat is so thirsty for 6 like all the time               this dork is so head over heels for her i hate him 

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dontfukkwithsix:

              dw i wont ~ 

            internal screaming. tHAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT

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dontfukkwithsix:

            my business partner gave himself the name he deserved. 

            yeah, because it’s fast track and associated with cultural things like jazz which my business partner would know nothing about because she holds no reverence for the finer things in life ( such as myself )

            also dont fukk w/ me 

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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

             ❝ definitely not head scratchies. ❞ that is a blatant fucking lie. 

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             my business partner is the devil. we should call her 666. 

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         There’s a raised brow, maybe in slight imitation of his numbered business partner as he surveys the kid standing in front of him. There’s no way she’s here on business, he thinks, she’s way too young for anyone to hire her in a job like this… she’s not related to 6, is she ?

      A strange sort of excitement floods through him at that thought –– they’re both blonde haired and blue eyed, he doesn’t see why 6 wouldn’t have a kid sister… but at the same time, he can’t help but remark silently that 6 just isn’t the kind of person you imagine as having a family at all ( of course, everyone’s got a mom or dad or some kind of guiding figure, good or bad –– but at the same time, there’s just people you don’t think of as having them ). 

                                             ❝ Can I, uh, help you ? ❞

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                     ❝ ew. ❞

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       He’s on the verge of something great, he tells himself, he’s the great mind that thought up the brilliance known as Fukk, and if 6 or, worse, Sneaky Pete think that they can do anything as great as he did, they’ve got another thing coming. You can’t force brilliance, it just happens. 

      Of course, that doesn’t change the fact that he’s sitting in the corner of this stupid diner like he has day after day for the past week, staring down hopelessly at the little cup of coffee in front of him. Who’s he kidding ? They have an entire company behind them, and all he’s got is his own pathetic, kind of scrawny body. 

              ❝ I’m not done with this ––– ❞ he starts when he catches the glimpse of a figure moving towards his table, and quickly shuts up when he realizes it’s not the poor waitress that’s had to deal with him listlessly loitering in here every day. Surprise registers on his maybe slightly unshaven face as he stares up at the familiar face and old school pal, and maybe a little bit of excitement because she’s really not someone he thought he’d see anytime soon. 

                                                                      ❝ Ty Lee ? Is that you ? ❞

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    mktg: a definition

Marketing ( or mktg, which is what you write when you’re taking lecture notes at two hundred words per minute ) is the biggest industry in the world, and it’s invisible. It’s the planet’s largest religion, but the billions who worship it don’t know it. It’s vast, insidious, and completely corrupt. Marketing is like LA. It’s like a gorgeous, brainless model in LA. A gorgeous, brainless model on cocaine having sex drinking Perrier in LA. That’s the best way I know how to describe it.

                                                   hello. my name is scat.

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langfordresearch:

Oh, Julie saw plenty of businessmen. Not only did she take orders from Rapture’s most influential businessman, but she also happened to see plenty of them when she was running her shop - usually buying flowers for their wives. (Or, in all likelihood, their mistresses, she thought with mild distaste.) 

Julie liked to think she knew practically everyone in Rapture. Sure, it was a big city, but who in Rapture hadn’t passed through Arcadia’s doors at one point or another? Lovers came for pleasure, executives came for business; and even single patrons, to Julie’s observation, found time to stop and smell the roses, as it were. 

But she had never seen this man before. Rarer than the face she didn’t recognize was the suit-clad gentleman who deigned to make conversation, rather than keeping it…well, strictly business.

“Oh, some of it comes from the tanks in Hephaestus, I believe,” she said, “but the fresh air, now that's all mine. Can I help you with something?”

       There was a soft chuckle that slipped past his lips in acknowledgement of her words, and a short, pensive moment left between that and his words as he sized up the lady he was talking to with a quick glance. Honestly, Scat wasn’t here on business –– it was more about getting himself acquainted to his surroundings, exploring this place a little ( because he wasn’t exactly sure how long it was going to be until he got to leave ).  

       The closest thing Scat had to a wife was a business partner he’d been working with for a while now, and if he got her flowers she’d probably promptly dispose of them simply because she’s too cool to accept such a sentimental gift. So, maybe that was why she didn’t know him… or maybe it was also because he hadn’t been there long. 

       ❝ Not really, no, just taking a look around the place. The name’s Scat, I work in marketing. ❞ Believe him, he’d heard every little titter and giggle of the educated, enlightened assholes that lived down here because of his name –– but it was his brand, and so if he had to be known as the scat guy to make a lasting impression, he’d wear it and he’d wear it well. ❝ And who might you be ? ❞

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/ holds hand

               sneaky little man reaches for her hand in the midst of her conversation, convincing a new client —- and she glares for she has to maintain a certain level of politeness. his hand is sweaty, rough and warm, she might never understand why he insists.                 she tugs away from his hold and wipes her hand on his shoulder, giving him a quick, bored look before walking away graciously.

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                 sorry for being a fickle af writer. like this for a starter.                      …also if you write me a starter instead i will love you forever

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whispers come back

            The taste of complete and utter defeat lingers still in his mouth as the whisper hits him ––– what’s he supposed to do ? His life is nothing but a pathetic, heaping ruin now that 6 and Coca Cola and Sneaky Pete have officially screwed him over. 

                       ❝ Really sweet of you to ask–– really, I’m touched, but the thing is… I have a lot of other stuff going on right now, big stuff. ❞ 

          He has no idea what this big stuff is yet, but he’s working on it. 

                  ( but he is coming back, and he’s going to figure out how eventually… he just needs another million dollar idea. )

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               hi my name is scat and i have a shitty name lmao

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               ❝ Indeed, ❞ the wolf howls as gently as she can, warm eyes developing what most would name obsession on his behalf. Malia purposefully sits very next to his thigh, if not directly on his lap —— she knows she’s intimidating him merely by her closeness. To amplify what should come as stuttering she arranges his collar, pulling it so it hangs loose.                                          ❝ Awh, so nervous. ❞    

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              Dark gaze wanders away in response to her closeness and he tenses noticeably, Scat searches for some sort of help-- 6 or Snow or anyone, but the only person he knows in the room is Malia; all the rest of them are Snow's... employees. No way they'd help get the wolf lady off of him---- but at least they aren't pointing and laughing either. He swallows thickly, damn it, she knows she scares him, 

                                                  ❝ Just-- uhm, just a little. ❞

                                 NOT THE RIGHT THING TO SAY, SCAT.

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                 ❝ Charming. ❞             He looked like he could use maturity or masturbation. Though one would only be a matter of recurrence in which he’d have to stroke himself more and more and the thought of interrupting him was… unnecessarily morbid. 

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              He's trying not to laugh at his amazing joke as they walk, slowly bringing the black can to his lips. He can't get enough of these, to be honest, it's still so crazy that his own creation has been made into an actual product. Despite its pilfered nature, Scat can't help but enjoy the fizziness of his drink. 

                                      ❝ Sure you don't want one, 6 ? They're good. ❞