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Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Jan 21, 2016 1:18:44 GMT -5
COLD AS ICE that's how I treated you The blonde leaned on a wall behind a bus stop, earbuds playing soft music and head bobbing slightly. His hands were shoved into his pockets, and a dark green duffel bag rested at his side. He was lounging around on official Bling Ring business, or well, covering a shift. Ever careful, Heath had put the word out to his buyers of where he would be and at what time. It just so happened that he would be catering to the residents of the North District today. Sure, it was a ways away from his home turf, but this was probably the easiest district to deal in. Not many really payed attention to a lone teenager waiting for a bus. Today the menu was a bit less high profile anyway so the risk was relatively small. Just a decent mix of party drugs, with the occasionally lovingly wrapped bag of brownies. Lately he seemed to have a bit of time on his hands, even with Carynn hanging around. He’d taken to baking and subsequently, decorating. “Shit, how long am I here again?” he murmured, sliding out his from his pocket. He still had a half hour to go. Good news at least. He’d made enough off the few people that had passed. He’d make a decent profit at least. It was just too bad about the brownies. He kinda wanted to eat one. A normal brownie anyway. It wouldn't do to eat his stash. Heath pulled out his phone, and flicked through a few icons on his phone’s screen. After a moment or two of messing with the camera, he glowered to snap a picture before beginning to write up a message. “I’m. Really. Bored.” He whispered carefully typing it out before sending it off with the photo to Carynn. He wasn’t pulling selling for at least 3 days. There was only so much waiting he could be expected to do. With ease, he slid the phone back into his pocket before looking up, noticing he had an approaching customer. “Afternoon. Interested in helping out your local boy scout troupe?” the blonde asked casually. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW [googlefont=Oswald:300] |
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Post by RICO on Jan 21, 2016 19:40:21 GMT -5
 The god of chaos had a habit of taking afternoon strolls in his territory. If for no other reason, it was to escape sitting in his shrine listening to people making death wishes or leaving the god of love high and dry when she came over unannounced. Now that he thought about it, she came over without an invitation quite often. His eyes blinked and he stood holding his chin. As he was thinking of a new strategy or rather a plan of attack, he looked toward the road. It was a winding mountainous stretch that lead to a bus-stop and there was someone there. Someone - he tilted his head forward, sniffing the air - with sweets. His shoulders lowered. It wasn't well-known that he was a lover of sweets. He had to keep it a closely guarded secret. He frowned to himself and began to float down the road. As he drew nearer, he saw that it was a young man and he'd taken notice of the god rather quickly on approach. Eh, boy scout troupe? What were those? The way he phrased it made Rico hover for a moment. " Charity?" He looked at the bag and then at the young man's face. Charity, like a god of chaos would give to charity. He gave a sneer and turned his head away. No, but if he was selling the treats then it was commerce. Charity was donating. He floated to the ground and then started pacing. If it went to a worthy cause, then it would be considered a good deed even though it was commerce in theory. So, it would still be charity. He crossed his arms over his chest. If he was just buying the goods, what business was it of his what the did with the money? Now he would have to weigh market chain responsibility with the risk. Did he have that kind of responsibility as the consumer? Perhaps it would be his responsibility if he were informed of the situation but if he continues to be oblivious, the blame can then be focused on the business and relieves him of responsibility. His pacing concluded with him stopping in front of the blonde young man and reaching into his pocket. If he didn't actually buy them with real money, his problems would be solved. It'd be considered theft and he'd be contributing to his order of things. " I'll buy you out." He held out his hand to the young man and a small stack of one thousand euros in one hundred increments laid in his palm, all fake, of course. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Jan 22, 2016 20:47:27 GMT -5
COLD AS ICE that's how I treated you Heath eyed the stranger, realizing he had unexpectedly attracted someone who wasn’t quiet human if bobbing in the air wasn’t enough of a dead giveaway. While that wasn’t uncommon, it was still an odd sight. Unlike some of the people on Tartarus, he had grown up off the island where things like magic and gods were clearly only stories. Well, back in the day they had been anyway. Nowadays they could be tabloid fodder. “Not really.” He responded shaking his head at the question. All funds and proceeds went straight into his pocket, and the pockets of his friends. After covering some bills here and there of course. He frowned wondering what kind of weirdo he’d attracted with his merch. Who the fuck was this guy again? His heart stopped for a moment at the mention of being bought out. There was no way that was…but it was possible. Heath’s eyes widened a bit, enticed by his old friend, money. That would probably be more than enough to cover all costs of his little operation but the question remained. Why the hell was some high roller, fat cat rolling around doing his own dealings? The dealer swallowed hard. As much as he wanted to take the cash and toss the guy everything he was carrying he couldn’t. What kind of dealer would he be if he wasn’t reliable? He’d said when and where he was going to be and that meant he had a responsibility to sit there until the time passed. It would be pointless to sit around without merchandise to sell. No, he would pass. They weren’t hurting for money anyway. The blonde only shook his head at his companion. “I’ll give ya a batch, that’s it. I’ve got other people coming.” He explained eyes, averting from the money least he be tempted to go back on his word and snack the entirety f it out of Rico’s hands. That was bitch slapping money. He could’ve used it as a weapon. So much money. Ugh, he hated being responsible sometimes. “’Sides I ain’t ever seen you before. I’m not inclined to give you royal treatment, even if you’re waving around a big wad of cash.” Carynn would’ve punched him for this. Declining so much money in one fell swoop. God, was he nuts? Slightly. Prison wasn’t exactly the healthiest of places for a developing young adult. With that he made a move to snatch a couple of bills from the God while his other hand reached into his bag. “What’ll you be having?” RICO - 425 - thirsty for that cash money MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW [googlefont=Oswald:300] |
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Post by RICO on Jan 24, 2016 21:11:12 GMT -5
Rico blinked at the young man. It would be easy to use his powers on him. He was half-way into his clutches with just the lust for money on his expression. Free will, it really was a bothersome thing. It was no matter though. The god of chaos was confident in his negotiating skills. " You're selling to people in my district, ey?" Rico grinned as his feet touched the ground. As he did so, the god of chaos realized that he wasn't as tall as the young man and began to hover again. " You obviously don't know who I am." He said with a smirk. He didn't expect a human with their small brains to know everyone. " I'm the resident god of this district, boy." He said crossing his arms over his chest. " Technically, you'd need my permission to do things such as selling your baked goods." Not that Rico would have a mind to throw him off of Light's leap of faith in the East for anything like this. Now that he was informed, Rico's money poofed away from his hand. He looked like a westie. The humans that were forced to provide roadside service usually had a look about them that resembled their patron god. Keeping in mind that he may be a subordinate of the only district god of three that he actually got along with, Rico offered the lad some of his real bills from his pocket. If it was going to maintain the human dwellings in the west, there was absolutely no harm in being charitable. Charitable. His neck cracked as he looked down the mountain to west district. " I'll take a batch then." Rico said handing over the real money. " And some change..." He offered from his hand. " Give it to your district god." Rico blinked at the young man. " I smell it's chocolate but what is it exactly that I just bought?" He asked as he hovered now to the side of the young man. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Jan 25, 2016 1:00:38 GMT -5
COLD AS ICE that's how I treated you Heath eyed the blonde, sensing a counter offer in the works. His curiosity piqued, he made sure to keep the chatter to a minimum. Heath nodded keeping to himself the fact that clients from other districts knew he was here today. “Obviously.” The boy echoed, nodding once more. He pursed his lips as he waited for a name since he couldn’t quite recall it on his own. “Nice to meet you then. I’ll have to apologize, my permission slip probably got lost in the mail.” Heath did what he could to avoid godly beings, especially ones that weren’t anything like his patron god. He preferred it if they were oblivious to his dealings. Especially the ones who wanted to keep a tight rein on their subjects, like the Harmony Goddess down South. His smile disappeared along with the fake bills he’d been holding. Well wasn’t that disappointing? The dealer tried not to pout, already missing the feel between his fingers. Honestly nothing really made his heart flutter like obscene amounts of cash, and nothing was more devastating than seeing it all disappears. Fortunately, Rico was quick to come up with more money. Praise be God of Chaos. Praise. Be. Reaching into his bag he pulled out a batch of brownies. The bag was overly decorated with a couple of stickers and a few animals on the front, something that he claimed helped mask the illegal nature of the substances inside. Really though, he just thought it looked cute aesthetically. “I’ll let ‘im know you said hi.” He replied with quick smile, handing over the bag and pocketing the cash. He supposed there wasn’t any harm in explaining what the God had just bought. After all, it didn’t look like he’d bring Heath any trouble. “You just bought yourself a party, sir.” He stated as he zipped up his bag once more. “They’re just regular brownies. Made with weed. Adds a little magic to our mortal lives.” The blonde continued. “If ya need more, I’ll sell ya up to…” he trailed off counting on his fingers the amounts he had left. “Ehh, 3 more bags.” With that, the human pulled out a business card from his back pocket offering it to the God of Chaos. “My contact info. If I’ve been of service then feel free to see me again.” Heath added, watching attentively for Rico to try his brownies. RICO - 399 - hope this is ok!! MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW [googlefont=Oswald:300] |
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Post by RICO on Jan 25, 2016 22:03:10 GMT -5
Rico looked down at the product. Bringing it up to his nose, he sniffed it curiously. It definitely smelled like chocolate to him, which was a party all in it's own for this particular god. If he had to eat anything at all, chocolate would be it. A chocolate mountain would sustain him forever. He blinked quietly. A chocolate mountain - making one, he meant - wouldn't be such a bad idea. " Magic weeds." The young man explained and not wanting to look anymore inept at magical herbs and potions, he went along with it. " How many magic weeds are put into this?" Unbeknownst to him, it was too late for looking inept as he pointed down at his package of sweets. He held his chin, wondering about the effects of the magical weeds. Could they be used in other things and would it benefit him to just actually by the weeds from this young man? Answers led to questions and continued to spiral around in his brain. He'd have to study it further with more scientific tools but the first step would be trial. Not for the magical weeds' effect but mostly because he wanted the chocolate. He held the bag up to his face. Three more bags could be sold to him if he liked the product. He took the business card, placing it in his pocket but then went to unwrapping the baked good. Further sniffing and then a bite concluded with him lowering the brownie to his side. Rico chewed and swallowed. It was good. It was chocolate after all. He wasn't particular. He took another bite and wondered when the magical weeds effects would come upon him. Was it a slow process or- Well, it had to be a slow process. Nothing had happened to him right away. He blinked at the brownie. It would be no good for use in battle then. " I think I'll take just the one until I feel it's effects. Paid trial run." He told the blonde. TAGGGED | NOTES magical weeds o/
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Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Jan 26, 2016 2:02:05 GMT -5
COLD AS ICE that's how I treated you Heath stared, barely blinking. While he usually hoped he didn’t show much on his face he was quite excited for this particular moment. He hadn’t been able to see any of his batches eaten after all. Of course he had saved on baggie for himself and his friends later on. A goof chef always taste tested their own food after all. But still, now at least he could see, to a degree, what was waiting for him tonight. Heath snorted at the question. “A lot. Like a shit ton.” He explained. “I don’t remember off the top of my head, I left the recipe back home.” He continued with a shrug. All he knew is that he’d been MORE than generous when dumping out the special butter.
“That’s fine there’s no rush. I’ve still got some time to kill.” He returned as he played with the zipper of his jacket before looking back at Rico. “In the meantime, what should I call you? Sir? God of Chaos?” Heath asked pausing as he thought up of an appropriate title. “Overlord of the Mess That Is Our Universe?” The God was a bit of a strange character. He matched his district in a way. Or well, the district matched him. The chaotic touch, as it were. The edibles took a bit longer to kick in than actually hitting a blunt. On the other hand, it was a God consuming them. They had significant differences to humans so maybe their metabolism was much higher. At least it could explain how the god of alcohol hadn’t choked on their own booze yet. It’d be interesting to watch a God get high at the very least. Heath pulled out his cell once more texting a few clients he had on his phone that he was preparing to go and if they didn’t show they could pick up their hits at Pwned. He wasn’t about to wait 20 minutes after closing for some bitch that was late. Naw asshole, you come get your shit yourself. He had other matter to attend to. Like Rico, who he was excited to see get high because that shit was always hilarious to him. RICO - 364 - hope this is ok!! MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW [googlefont=Oswald:300] |
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Post by RICO on Jan 27, 2016 20:34:53 GMT -5
" Rico is fine." He told the blonde as he finished off the brownie and put the wrapping in his pocket. He began to blink slower and slower. He felt his heart beating loudly in his own chest and when he turned his head, he felt completely conscious of the movement as if he were seeing it be done from above. His shoulders lowered and he himself lowered to the ground quietly. It took all his concentration not to stumble when his feet touched down. " This is like-" He started, feeling his body lean backward. " It's like..." He decided to start again. Well, no. What had he been saying? Again that feeling of being present and viewing all of the events in slow motion continued. " Oh well." He grinned and shrugged his shoulders. " I don't know what I was gonna say." He gave a laugh to himself. So, this is what the magical weeds were capable of. He was thinking and unable to stop thinking with the feeling of being outside of his body. " Just- I don't think Wisal loves me, guy." He told the young man. He instantly wondered why he had such a thing. " Girls are a pain. Do you like girls?" He said, resting a hand on his shoulder. " Never, ever fall in love with one if you do." He gave a loud whisper. " They'll break your heart by using sex as a weapon." His free hand sliced through the air quickly and he marveled at it for a moment. " Like I was saying, sex is important. It's an expression of love." He told him. " It shouldn't be a weapon. But girls, they know how hot they are. They know we want them. So they use it. Don't forget that." He told the blonde and then chuckled. TAGGGED | NOTES lololol spilling his guts high
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Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Jan 30, 2016 0:26:59 GMT -5
COLD AS ICE that's how I treated you Maybe divine beings really did have a higher metabolism than humans. The God of Chaos began acting strangely, while Heath felt perfectly normal. He probably should’ve joined in out of courtesy. It did seem to be Rico’s first time. Oh well, it wasn’t like he was experiencing a really hard drug. “I know.” The blonde said simply to his godly companion offering an amused smile. He tried to give Rico a reassuring pat, feeling that he was languid enough that the friendly action would be safe. “Heath.” The boy supplied, nodding slowly. What the fuck was he going on about? Some weasel? “Hey, it’s ok Rico.” He murmured dropping his hands to his side and stick is back into his jacket pockets.
“Sometimes.” The dealer replied. He could appreciate females and he certainly liked a lot of them as friends. He hadn’t really had the chance to be involved with one romantically though but he was still a guy. He still thought certain women were hot and others were cute. “I fear you have been denied sex haven’t you?” he asked frowning to show he at least understood some of the situation. How much of it was real and not a drug induced hallucination was beyond him though. He nodded in understanding adding another pat on Rico’s back. “I’ll never forget these words of wisdom.” He said solemnly. It was awkward because there was the high probability that a God of all people was sharing his love life woes and consequently his hard learned lesson. Rico laughed, but would he really be ok? “Ya good now Rico?” the blonde asked with a small frown, tilting his head as the shorter being. “Need me to walk ya to yer shrine or some shit?” the dealer continued before glancing around to see if anyone else was coming. RICO - 305 - super concerned MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW [googlefont=Oswald:300] |
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