The Runaway girl

Melina Corbyn. 25 yrs. human slave. front desk worker at black dahlia tattoo shop.

[thexrunawaygirl]

juliet-rafe​:​

Juliet watched as the woman beg for them to leave her alone, and they easily ignored her, men like that didn’t respond well to those words, that only serve to turn them on more, it was almost pathetic. Juliet moved toward the man, she grabbed the girl by her wrist and pulled her away, as the guy was going to complain Juliet slapped him before he could. “No.” She told him, gosh, how she loved to be in charge. “Champagne with strawberry on it, two glasses, now.” she said snapping her finger, the guy let a small grunt enjoying having someone in charge and left to do what said ordered.

Melina was ready to push the guy that kept coming for her, when a taller dark haired girl joined in, pulling her away and slapping him clean across the face. Her eyebrows shot skyward, both awed and a little impressed by the other girl. Damn, she was fierce. When she also gave him an order, making him fetch them drinks, she was rendered speechless. Shit! What security did she have that made her feel secure and at ease enough to tell this guy off and make him her errand boy? It was not something one saw all that often. “Damn girl. Thanks for the save.” she said with a small smile, hoping the other would be friendly in return. 

[thexrunawaygirl]

javierxrodriguez​:​

He felt a spark of self-loathing when he didn’t immediately jump to her defence. It had been so easy to defend people before. At the very least in the years prior he could have staked a claim of desire before moving along. Now he was a rebel who wasn’t rebelling, and it felt wrong. But he was here with Jason and if there was one person in the world he wasn’t willing to jeopardise, it was the cat. 

Still, he lingered like he might find his will to be aggressive – only to be surprised when she was left alone. Maybe the other had wanted a more willing target. Javier moved closer, “Why don’t we try another room?” He asked her gently, “Maybe we can find somewhere a little more… relaxed.”

Melina wanted to slap the guy that had grabbed her, though that would probably only escalate. The fact that everyone was treating her like an object was incredibly offensive, while at the same time when she reacted, she was told she had no right to. Fuck that. Even if the male stepped back and left, she remained seething. Nothing about this party was okay and all she wanted to do was to leave, yet there were security at the doors making sure she did not. 

When yet another guy moved closer to her, Melina was ready to snap at him. Though he wasn’t grabbing for her, which was a relief. Exhaling a bit deeply, she nodded. “Alright.” she agreed, still a bit unsure why he was stepping in now. Clearly he had wanted to avoid the confrontation happening a moment earlier. “Whats your name? I’m Melina.” 

[thexrunawaygirl]

“Look! I’m not some doll you can just grab and tug at as you please!” she exclaimed with indignation, having enough of being touched without even being asked or pulled into unfamiliar arms just because someone felt like having her there. Melina had barely gotten used to her every day life in this place, much less being objectified and used like some mindless plaything by all kinds of creatures she knew nothing about, and would rather keep her distance to. Her tone might be harsh, but her eyes were asking for some kind of mercy. “Please just stop.” Mercy.. if that even existed here. 

@firebrandstarters​

[succubusevie]

Dressed with easy access in mind, Evie moved through the rooms, taking in the sights (and sounds) of the elaborate party they’d thrown together. Lust was thick enough in the air that she could taste it without even needing to exert herself or her powers, but, well, what good was a party like this if she wasn’t going to make the most of it.

Coming up to the nearest person, Evie grinned, tilting her head as she met their eyes, her own flashing purple for just a moment. “You know, this is also serving as my birthday party. Did you bring me a present?”

@firebrandstarters​

[thexrunawaygirl]

Melina wondered if this was what foxes, birds and elk felt like when they were being hunted by hunters with guns.. Like no matter where you turned, there were no good place to hide. Or like if you took one wrong step you’d cease to breathe. With her arms in front of her chest, she did her best to blend into the scenery, frequently finding that she’d rather use the courtains hanging here and there to cover herself than to be stared at. Slipping out of the room a superior had insisted she come into with him, she took a deep breath, giving herself only one small minute to try and shake off the unease. But that one moment was all it took apparently. She hadn’t noticed the redhead coming up to her before their eyes met. Seeing the purple flash there, Melina bit her lip, knowing only too well what those kinds of powers could do. “I did not know that miss. Ahm.. if I say no, are you going to follow up with something suggestive?” she half asked, half assumed. 

[slavecharliehayes]

Charlie hated everything about this. She hated being at this party, hated her body being forcibly on display. She just wanted to go home–or whatever the hell the gutters could be considered. A few hours in she managed to find her way to a door outside and she slipped through it, just leaning against the wall and closing her eyes as she took a few breaths, trying to relax. 

Except barely a minute later the door was opening and she practically growled under her breath. “Can’t I just get two minutes?” she meant for it to sound angry but instead it came out more pleading.

@firebrandstarters​

[thexrunawaygirl]

Melina hard tried everything she could think of. Hiding in corners, foul language, taking two or more steps back any time anyone without a collar came close. But none of it had worked much to her advantage so far. God how she detested this. Being forced to show everyone her body in next to nothing. Stared at, touched without consent.. it made her feel even less in control than usual, and even more furious that she could do nothing to stop it all. She couldn’t even leave because she was forced to act as a server.. 

So when she noticed another girl slipping out, she figured that maybe she could do the same. Which was why she followed, as quickly as she could before some superior spotted her and told her off or something worse. “Sorry I just wanted some air too..” she said, feeling a little bad considering the others tone. “I can walk further away if you want space.” she offered quietly.

[thexrunawaygirl]

VOYEUR ANNIVERSARY PARTY || EVENT 003

@firebrandaesthetics​

[brimeyer]

As soon as the clock stroke midnight, Mirela allowed all guests and crashers up to her penthouse. She didn’t spare any money to transform her place into a perfect club for her birthday party. There was even a dance floor in the middle of the room, many cushions and places where her demon friends could have their fun, and her vampire friends could feed comfortably. Of course she looked after every tiny details, from the decoration, to the menu, the music and the slaves. She made sure the slaves she hired looked clean and neat, and that they could also have something to eat, after all she was feeling generous. She felt very confident on her silk black dress  she picked for the evening, nothing… Not even her new fiancé would ruin that night for her. She greeted some people on the door, but quickly joined the others at the ‘dancefloor’. She was happily dancing alone until she felt someone staring at her, and she turned, locking her gaze with them.

@firebrandstarters​

[thexrunawaygirl]

Melina didn’t quite know how to act during a party anymore. Once she would have been enjoying it, getting drunk and dancing with pretty much anyone who wanted to dance. But these days she struggled to trust these somewhat familiar yet not scenarios when she was thrown into them. Like this one here, a full on party for some supernatural she did not know. For some reason she had been picked to attend. Possibly because of her human blood. Or simply to be the nights entertainment. Either way, she would probably be wise to stay by herself for as long as she could. Regardless of her small plan, it was hard to stay in a corner. So instead she slowly walked around, taking stock of the events around her. Watching others do what she wouldn’t. Eat, laugh, dance. Especially one girl was dancing with visible vigor, catching Melina’s eye. She hadn’t noticed she was staring until the girl stared back, honing in on her. Stupidly she kept staring back, unsure what might happen next. 

[elliottxrhea]

Finishing up a game of pool, Rhea took a swig of her beer and nodded over to someone close by, smirking as she pointed her cue out to them and moved around the table, “Come on, I’ll go easy on you. I’ll even buy your next drink if you beat me.”

@firebrandstarters​

[thexrunawaygirl]

Melina watched the pool balls move across the table, reminded of simpler times. Times when places like these were filled with regular people who’s only goal was to get drunk and have a good time. Though she had to admit that the motives of the supernaturals in this place might be somewhat the same. They all cursed and punished the human race, but they’d happily adapted parts of their way of living. Stepping up to the table when challenged she took a cue and gave a nod. “Alright. I’m game. What do you get if you beat me?” 

[thexrunawaygirl]

morgan-glover​:

Morgan couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or not in her reply. No slave was lucky, it wasn’t a word the witch recalled having ever heard one of them use, but she supposed it was better than a lot of the jobs they could be assigned. If she was a slave herself - a thought she tried not to entertain too much - she’d definitely prefer a job at the black dahlia to a lot of other places, most places, really. “I’ve been around,” she confirmed. Morgan had always been good with faces, less so with names, however. “I’ve gotten most of my tattoos in that place. Not that I have a lot, but I’ve made a small collection over the years.” She definitely wanted more one day, and the black dahlia was likely to be the shop she would walk into when adding to her collection. “You have tattoos,” she realized, noticing one peeking out from her clothes. “I’m guessing you got them before coming here?” It was a shame slaves weren’t allowed tattoos, according to Morgan, at least. She had always liked seeing the art on anyone’s body, seeing how it reflected their style and personality. 

Truth be told, Melina didn’t think her job was all bad. Not considering the kind of work she heard others had. At least in hers there were only two people around who could boss her around, the one tattoo artist and the owner of the shop. And while she sometimes had to step up and do some cleaning and such, her main work consisted of taking phone calls and keep their appointment book in order, and take payment for the work done and give out information on how to treat a new tattoo. All of which were well within her capability. If she was honest, it was odd to have a set job and not be jumping from work to work based on what she could find. “Thought so.” she nodded a bit. “Its well worth the money. Though few customers seem to get their work finished on the first or even the second try.. bit of a challenge having an incubi do your tattoo.” she noted, not speaking ill of her co-worker, but also not about to lie about how many damn times she had to listen to customers fucking in the next room.. She’d learned not to complain too loudly though. Because if she did she might quickly find herself in the same compromising position without the ability to object. Shaking her head a little, Melina refocused on the beautiful lily she had been looking at a moment before, her attention trailing back to the other girl when she mentioned her tattoos. “Yeah, quite a few.” she admitted with a small shrug. “Yup. Most done by friends or professionals good enough to replicate my own art. Even if I had the money to get one here, I don’t think I’d pay Ahzor to give me ink though. I’d probably waste it on food since we aren’t allowed to buy books or clothes.” It was reassuring though, to know that some of her artwork and her personality still remained on her body. Knowing that it wasn’t something the supernaturals could take from her. “How many tattoos have you got?” 

[thexrunawaygirl]

ahzor-inc​:

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She did seem like a loner to him, always at work on time, always out of work on time, well that was only of he let her go of course. Ahzor lowered his gaze upon his cup of coffee when she spoke. “Sometimes, then again feeding gives me energy and I can’t resist feeding anyway.” Which was his reason for drawing, getting lost in his own head with a piece of paper and a pencil, items that didn’t react to him nor his influence. He smiled as she looked at him. “Anything that comes to mind, anything at all.” He repeated, watching her as this was a little peak inside her mind without his usual influence. Had he touched her, she probably would’ve drawn a portrait of him naked or something along those lines, but he wanted to see what went on in her mind out of simple curiosity. It was quite amazing to see her creative process, how she fully went for it and she definitely had talent as the drawing was slowly completing. Ahzor didn’t interrupt her but instead remained quiet end enjoyed his coffee. Once she pushed the pad back to him, he picked it up and looked at the little scene she had drawn. “You like boardgames?” He asked as he placed the pad on the table, letting his eyes gaze over the image. “You’re talented… Who are these people?” The question might be a little intrusive and personal but if she didn’t want to answer, so be it, he thought to himself as he looked at her. 

“Guess thats one way of existing.” she shrugged a little. It made sense that he found solace in his artwork though. What didn’t make sense was picking a job where you would be in constant contact with skin. Never able to finish your pieces because your urges were too strong not to indulge in. She couldn’t decide whether to find both the request and his smile encouraging or a little misleading. In a way, drawing something for him to see meant making herself more vulnerable than she would usually like. She knew quite a lot of the ones sharing cells and living spaces with her were angry and bitter about being here, though they seemed far more eager to yell that out to a fellow slave or traitor than to express their anger at who really deserved it. Which made her wonder if they used their story with superiors to gain sympathy of pity.. probably that was what some did. Though Melina wasn’t eager to follow down that road. Her story was the most personal and precious piece of information she had. It was the story she told herself at night, when the cold set in and she wondered if she would die in her cell sixty years from now.. Probably sooner if her old age offended anyone around enough to want her out of rotation. So when she was now drawing something personal, something giving him access to a piece of her story, she couldn’t help but feel.. weary. But she also had never been one to compromise her art or her inspiration. This was what she’d felt compelled to draw. “I guess. Its not as much the game as who you play with.” she replied evenly, allowing her mind to wander back to that specific moment in time. How they’d all joked around, teased each other, bickered and jested. “Thanks. They were my friends. Most of them died when the bunker was invaded.” she replied, though unable to keep the bitter note from entering her voice as she said it. 

[thexrunawaygirl]

daniel-thomesen​:​

It had been a quiet day at the restaurant. It usually was on working days, the weekends always the busiest. He had been at his office for most of it, going over last month’s sales numbers, while his employees worked to cater to his guests outside the office. Despite the lack of activity, he had lost track of time over the papers and a bourbon, and before he had looked around, it was almost dinner time. Packing up his things, he said farewell to his employees before heading out. As his restaurant was in the midst of the city, he was making his way down the busy streets to his home. He was debating what to cook for himself, lost in thought, when someone crashed into him. Her exclamation matched his initial reaction and he took a step back, looking the girl over to see whether she was hurt. 

Then she rolled her eyes and gave him attitude, and he stopped caring about whether she had injured herself. Of course, she was human. Too many humans in this city was like her, mouthy, ungrateful, rude. “I do believe it was you who walked into me,” he argued. “So perhaps you should watch it next time, slave.”

Melina liked the dark. It was familiar and soothing to her. Many a night she had spent under the starry sky, wondering if she would ever settle down. Ever find a place to belong. Most of the time she had told herself it did not matter, or that she didn’t care. But of course she did. Every kid growing up without parents wondered what it would be like to have them. What life might look like if they found a family at last. And she had found a family, of sorts anyway, but then the creatures that went bump in the night had come to take it all away. Which was why she hated them all. Why she didn’t like venturing out when they could be around. All they had taken from her, and they’d still made sure to fit her with a collar. A symbol of being owned.. 

So when this older looking fellow was accusing her right back, Melina could hardly contain her disdain. “Like hell I will.” she spat, her eyes darkening with her quick temper. “Whatever you piece of shit!” 

[thexrunawaygirl]

morgan-glover​:

It was fairly common for slaves to make their way to the store simply to look around without being able to buy something. Most of them had little to no money, and limited options as to what to do with their free time. It was frustrating at times, as it was hardly good business, but Morgan pitied the humans enough that she usually let them roam. So it was no surprise when this particular human told her she had no money to spend either, and Morgan just shrugged. If they had been anywhere else, Morgan wouldn’t have returned the girl’s half smile, but a certain hospitality was expected while working, so she offered a polite smile in return. Her work smile, that she had practiced many times. It looked kind, but was hardly very sincere in reality. “Thanks,” she said, taking a huff of her smoke. “You work at the black dahlia, right?” She recognized the human, now that she looked at her more closely. The tattoo shop was a place Morgan knew well, and she remembered having seen the girl there.

Melina often found that if she stated she didn’t have money, she might be asked to leave. It had happened more than once since she arrived, and while it was annoying to be told you had to go, she could to some degree understand. It wasn’t like her presence in the store itself was of much use if she wasn’t there to buy. The other girls shrug however told her she could relax and peruse. Melina gathered she might work here often given her reaction, not to mention the answering polite smile. She’d know that smile anywhere. It was the same one she had practiced in the mirror in the bathroom of her workplace after having been told she needed to smile at the customers.. the forced polite smile that rarely, if ever, reached the eyes. It was mechanical almost, a gesture you didn’t find normal. With her right hand, Melina made a small salute sign, flat fingers to her forehead, in response to the ‘thanks’ the other uttered. “I do. The lucky one in charge of the front desk.” she replied with a small nod. Thankfully she hadn’t been assigned to work at one of the clubs.. or worse, the vampire one where they loved to employ humans as blood bags. Come to think of it though, Melina found the other to be vaguely familiar. “You’ve been around, haven’t you? I’m not the best with faces but I do seem to recall having seen you before.” she said, a note of curiosity in her tone. 

[thexrunawaygirl]

nia-brooks​:

Nia had a complicated relationship with humans. She’d had her heart broken by a human, someone she had fought in the war for, so where there was once love for the species, now there was mostly apprehension, a reluctance to get too close, thinking that none of them would ever truly understand what it meant to be a supernatural creature. Melina seemed nice, though, and Nia, objectively, knew that one bad experience with a human didn’t mean they were all bad. It was just hard to make her heart believe that as well. So she had been hesitant to get close to the girl. 

Pushing her sunglasses up her forehead, she looked over at the human. She was silently pleased to see that she hadn’t seated herself too close to Nia. Either she already knew Nia preferred her space, or she just did as well. Raising herself up on her forearms from having lied down on her back, she shrugged at the question. “Okay. As well as a day like ours can go, I guess.” She had never been known for being an optimist. “It’s always nice to get some time off to enjoy the weather, even if I can’t turn. How about you, Melina, how are you?”

Melina was all too aware of what everyone else, even those imprisoned with her, thought of humans. Most were happy to pin a lot of blame on their kind. Say that they were the root to all evil.. as if being a human meant you were simply born bad. Meant you couldn’t possibly do anything than spread misery and havoc where ever you went. But also you weren’t worth anything.. not like the traitors were. You were and would always remain at the bottom of the food chain. Unlike some, Melina didn’t really care one way or another if others thought her being a human meant she was lesser or the weakest link. She knew that wasn’t true. But she also knew how cruel her kind could be.. Which meant she didn’t think ill of anyone that was apprehensive or reluctant to be around her. Everyone had their reasons for acting a certain way.. as long as they weren’t shitheads to her, she did her best to ignore them. 

Which was why it was nice to find someone who didn’t shy away from her like she was a living breathing plague. Nia had never been unkind or mean to her, and that alone made Melina think more of her than she did of most individuals here. Feeling the grass underneath her fingers, the raven haired smiled slightly. Being out in the sun like this reminded her of being allowed above ground super early in the morning to hunt food. When the sun was blinding and the smells of nature were strong. “Thats not half bad.” she said with a slight nod. “It is. Though the no turning thing must suck. I’m okay, I guess.. Still finding it hard to sleep. But adjusting, as one would say.” she couldn’t help the slight trickle of sarcasm. 

[thexrunawaygirl]

ahzor-inc​:

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“We both do.” Ahzor couldn’t help but smirk at that, he did enjoy bossing people around and if they didn’t listen than a little well chosen word or the slightest touch did the trick anyway. Though at the shop things were generally more relaxed which he was glad for as he actually had a few issues with his profession after all. “This is partly how I spend my free time yes, this or feeding, it’s too hard to focus when I haven’t fed first.” He said and took a sip from his coffee, it was just the way his kind was, having almost a constant need to feed and being unable to stop themselves. Yet he sometimes tried, or his work, which he loved, would be fully undoable. “Draw if you can? What is it you draw?” He asked while flipping the page to get a clear canvas, placing the pencil on top of it and pushing it towards her side of the table. Ahzor was curious about her talent after all. “You won’t get too much attention now here sitting with me, it would be foolish for many to try to come between a demon and their company. Draw me something. Anything that comes to mind.” A simple task but he was curious to see what she would do with it. 

Melina grinned a little knowingly. He was right of course. She had rarely passed up the opportunity to assert herself or to lead. Although she was a loner at heart, she had never been one to find following others easy. If there was decisions to be made that affected her, she’d rather have an active voice in it. Which was challenging in a place like this, where she was often at the mercy of others. Not to mention that she was both considered to be at the bottom of the food chain and utterly powerless with or without a collar. They’d all made it seem like her humanity was her greatest weakness.. “It sounds kind of exhausting though, having to depend on feeding before doing anything else.” she denoted, cupping her hands around the paper cup of coffee to gain some warmth. Her frankness shouldn’t surprise him. Whenever she did find that she could speak more freely, she did so. And even when she wasn’t supposed to, she tended to forget and slip up anyway. “Yeah. I’ve been drawing for as long as I can remember. What? Anything that comes to mind. Anything worth willing into being.” she replied with a small shrug. When he pushed the pad towards her with a blank page and the pencil on top, Melina couldn’t hide her surprise. Was it a test or simple kindness? What did he get out of it? To be honest that was always the question she asked. What did the other get out of her company or anything they might ask or tell her to do. “Which I don’t exactly mind. No girl around here relishes too much attention. I suppose not..” Taking the pad and pencil, she propped it between the table and her knees with a small nod. as soon as she set the pencil to the paper, the rest of the world fell away. Like it always did. She didn’t have to think twice about what to draw. In her mind she could see her former friends so clearly. Sat together, huddled around some silly board game in the dim light of their dormitory. And while some might find the clay, cave like walls to be scary and dirty, she held a fondness for them. It was a shame she didn’t have colors at her disposal though. Still she drew in the shadows. Finally, she raised the pencil and pushed the pad back to him.

[thexrunawaygirl]

ahzor-inc​:

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“Oh I do love bossing you around, just so much fun to me.” Ahzor said with a smile easily showing on his face, making it like he was joking, but somewhere he really wasn’t joking at all. “Very charitable.” His eyes lowered back down to the drawing when she darted off to get him his coffee, letting the pencil make a few more strokes as he pleasantly hummed to himself, only looking up again when she returned and had a seat at a distance. The girl was smart, he’d give her that much credit. “Thank you.” He said as he took the coffee from the table. “I do actually, paper doesn’t want to jump me when I touch it so I get to finish it, much easier.” He looked away when someone stepped closer to her, holding up his hand as he could tell they wanted to send her away but now she was with him and he made sure they knew that. “So what do you do when you’re not working?” He asked as he hadn’t seen her outside of work before. 

“And don’t we both know it.” She rebutted with a head shake but also a hint of a smile. He at least had a humoristic wit about him. That was lacking grossly around here and if anything, being able to tease and banter made her feel less glum about everything. That and she really did find his work quite good and intriguing. Which meant she held a certain respect for him, if only in an artist to artist sort of way. Once back and seated, having been met with no trouble inside the coffee shop, Melina allowed herself to relax as much as she could. Her eyes went to Ahzor’s sketch pad, unable not to think of how she would treasure having one of her own. She did have one stashed at the tattoo shop but she had never risked taking it back to the Gutters. The guards would most likely confiscate it. A small nod was given in response to being thanked. Some slaves made a big deal of being met with pleasantries, or so she had observed, but Melina had found that odd. Basic politeness shouldn’t be made a big deal of.. “No that figures. Guess this is how you spend your free time then?” She was curious of course but she didn’t want to seem prying either. Glancing briefly at the person coming to their table, their eyes on her, Melina bit back a sigh, not sure how to handle it. Seeing Ahzor simply put up a hand and have them back off did come with some relief. Though also the underlying knowledge that it was past lunch time and he might just choose to have her around for that purpose alone. “Draw if I can. Observe.. Try to avoid too much attention.” she said honestly with a small shrug. Spending time within the city itself was something she only did when she was desperate for a paper source, or had to walk to and from work. 

[thexrunawaygirl]

ahzor-inc​:

x

Ahzor hardly noticed anything around him when he was sketching, it was his way to disconnect to the world and just connect to himself for once. If this drawing became a tattoo it would take a lot of sessions as he never finished a tattoo in one go, his touch to someones skin usually ruined any chance of that. Not that he minded it, feeding was pretty much what he was created for but he sometimes enjoyed these little moments like right now, even if it never lasted long. He only looked up when he heard the familiar voice sound. “And you do it so well! None gets me coffee like you do, so get me some.” He said with a smirk. “Get yourself something too.” He added to that, knowing something like that was almost impossible for a slave unless they were with a superior so he knew she probably wouldn’t say no to that. 

Melina almost felt bad for interrupting his quiet time with a sheet and a pencil. She hadn’t been prone to take it best when people did that to her in the past, though the near two months she had spent in Firebrand had forced her to accept that her chance of peace to disconnect from the world around her, to be alone with her art, was virtually non existent anymore. So why really should she take on any negative emotions for anyone else who still had that freedom? Maybe it was petty of her to think like that, but she didn’t much care either way. “Yes it has nothing to do with how much you love bossing me around.” her eye roll was playful though. Out of all of the monsters and beasts around, her co worker was on the short list of people she made a habit of not pissing off or starting arguments over when it came to the little things. Getting a cup of coffee was absolutely a little thing. “Charitable today huh? Thanks.” She noted before flitting off, returning with his coffee and a carrot cake muffin for herself. “So do you finish the ones on paper?” she asked after setting the coffee down along with taking a seat opposite him, making sure to keep her legs and arms to herself. If anyone knew what his touch could do if you weren’t careful, it was her.

[thexrunawaygirl]

While she wasn’t trusted with a set of keys of her own, Melina often ended up being the last one out of the shop on busy days. Today had been an uncommonly hectic one, which had left her having to pick up the slack as they were lacking a cleaner. She hadn’t protested or been averse to the idea of working late and staying behind after hours to finish what needed to be done to make the shop presentable for the next day, so everyone had left and she had quietly worked on. Her boss had left a set of spare keys under the mat for her to lock up with, eying her suspiciously and promising she would have hell to pay if she didn’t lock and hide them as they had agreed.. as if she had any delusions of robbing her own workplace or something. Just because she was here involuntarily didn’t mean she was that reckless.. who would purposefully sabotage themselves like that? 

Just the thought had her shaking her head as she closed the door behind her, feeling the chill of the evening air. Locking and placing the key under the mat, she didn’t pay much attention as she turned. She’d only gone two steps before she walked right into someone. “Fuck!” she called out as she struggled for a moment to regain her balance. Glancing up at the male she’d collided with, she rolled her eyes. “Watch it next time, will you?” 

@daniel-thomesen​