#hcll bound

[cceruleans]

location: the woolworth building bar @hcll-bound

How did he find himself in this situation? There's a woman beside him draped in diamonds, and the other is draped in pearls, and he's certain that a single diamond or pearl would be enough to pay for rent for a few weeks. "Me?" He asks to the question of who he is. "Literally a nobody, ma'am," he responds, shrugging a little. How had this happened? One moment he was at the bar, tugging at his bow tie again, and then the next, he's talking about something called an equities portfolio. He makes eyes with someone who looks a little sympathetic, begging for help.

[cceruleans]

location: the woolworth building bathroom hallway @hcll-bound

Nobody would describe her as altruistic, but sometimes Tori had her moments. And that moment arrived as she left the bathroom and noticed a little train of toilet paper that had followed the heel of the person a little ways down the hall. "Hey, you have toilet paper stuck to your shoe," she called out to the woman, who stopped and looked at the shoe, shaking her foot until it came off. Without a word or eye contact, the woman hurried away, and Tori huffed and turned to the other in the hallway, who no doubt had witnessed the interaction. "You try to do a good thing, huh?" she shrugged her shoulders. "Shouldn't have told the bitch. You think karma will get her?"

[cceruleans]

location: the woolworth building, early evening @hcll-bound

It's been some time since he's attended the annual Ivankov charity because his father had drilled into them all how important it was that they were seen out in public as little as possible, let they raise questions. Many didn't know that they were the ones in power behind the scenes, and Vyacheslav Ivankov was doing a good job being the public figurehead in the human realm. The witches all knew him, because they seemed to know everything sometimes, and he can spot a few wolves and hunters entering the building as his car drove past the front entrance. But for the most part, he likes that he can blend into the crowd a little as their human descendent gave his magnanimous speech and played host.

Francine happens to be manning the door when he walks in from the private entrance, his security detail (a burly man named Freckle) a few steps behind him, and he makes polite conversation with her for a moment as he waits for his date. It's only a few moments until he hears heels clicking down the hallway, and a hand finds his pocket. "Hello," he greets when she rounds the doorway. "The meeting ran over so I had to send a car. My apologies."