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01:38 pm November 27th, 2010
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Characters: Emilie and Sim
Setting: Saturday, 27th of November. Mid-Afternoon. Madam Brigette's, Rue Ge Rouge.
Content: SFW, but language and mentions of drug use.
Summary: Two sometimes-friends catch each-other acting suspiciously.

Emilie smirked to herself. She enjoyed the fact that on campus and off, witches and wizards tended to avoid her. Whether they were genuinely frightened or thought she was not worth the trouble, she was usually left untroubled by others. Even if she looked completely conspicuous while rounding into the alleyway that led to the Rue Ge Rouge.

It might have been the leopard-print coat that did it.

She opened the door to Madame Brigette's, hoping to scope out any interesting ingredients before she snaked her way into Libris Tacitus and picked up what she was really after. Nothing... illegal. The institute's library just seemed to be lacking in the area she was most interested. Though she was legally allowed to carry and own many more items than an underage student would be.

As the wooden chime clicked hollowly against the door, nearly as loud gunshots in the taciturn alley, she balked before crossing the threshold. One painted eyebrow raised, she smacked her lips together, annoyed.

What was he doing here?

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sim From: [info]sim Date: November 27th, 2010 12:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
Sim hated to admit it, but the Rue Ge Rouge was not his favourite place to be hanging around. Yeah, it was full of stuff that was unsafe and therefore exciting, but the people kind of smelt and he was always on edge about getting hexed.

He'd been in Madame Brigette's for a good fifteen minutes trying to judge if she had anything good behind her counter, something that he could slip into his cauldron during potions and perhaps make Professor Simmons go mental and forget that he owed her five weeks worth of Potions notes. Something that would do damage, but not seriously affect her mental state forever. He wasn't a monster after all. But Madame Brigette was not in a helpful mood, and his pleading and charm had not had helped. She just stood with her arms crossed, getting increasingly angry.

Sim turned his head as the door chimed, a flash of guilt crossing his face before he realised it was another student. More importantly, one who wasn't going to tattle on him.

"Well hello" he said, forgetting all about his bartering and drawing up next to Emilie, a creepy smile on his face. "What are you here for?"
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babalon From: [info]babalon Date: November 27th, 2010 01:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
"I could ask you the same thing. Can you even afford anything in this shop?" Emilie smirked viciously at Sim, and shut the door behind her. She didn't answer his question. Instead, she stepped away from him and further into the shop.

"Madame," She greeted the woman politely behind the counter, unlike Sim, she had more to barter with than promises and what she was sure Sim thought of as 'charm'.
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sim From: [info]sim Date: November 27th, 2010 01:23 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Ooo, someone's in a good mood today" he joked, letting the insult slide as he trailed her around the shop. His smile faulted when Madame Brigette actually nodded hello at Emilie, rolling his eyes and huffing.

"Planning to poison someone? Murder is a good look for you. Sexy".
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babalon From: [info]babalon Date: November 27th, 2010 01:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
"You caught me," Emilie gave him a look, raising her thin eyebrows. Her sarcasm was almost palpable.

"Tired of trying to snort frogs eggs, Simon?" She snorted, pushing up her coat sleeves and crossing her arms. If it weren't for the slight amusement that hinted its across her frown, her body language would read a little bit like Madame Brigette's.

"Anyway, I guess I'll have to figure something out. Wouldn't do to have the victim know the method of his imminent demise, yeah?"
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sim From: [info]sim Date: November 27th, 2010 01:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
"No, you lick frogs, babe. What could you possibly get from snorting them" Sim corrected her, laughing heartily as if it had been a serious question. The slight giveaway of her expression gave Sim the reassurance to bother her some more.

Looking hurt at her next comment, he shook his head. "Why is everyone out to poison me? I haven't done anything wrong! Yet."
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babalon From: [info]babalon Date: November 27th, 2010 02:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Preemptive measures?" Emilie shrugged, genuinely smiling for once. "Protect the gene pool?" She paused, her expression lighting up almost joyfully. "Because your face is annoying?"

"May I see what your new stock is?" She asked Madame Brigette in contrastingly almost pleasant politeness.

"What are you up to, anyway?" Emilie eyed Sim suspiciously. Amused, but suspicious all the same.
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sim From: [info]sim Date: November 27th, 2010 02:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
"This face!" Sim cried, making Madam Brigette shoot him a dirty look. "This face is a work of art. Good art! Feel my chiselled jaw" he offered, snooping at a tray of ingrediants the lady fetched.

"That stinks" he said matter of factly, pointing to a violet coloured paste. Sighing, he looked up at Emilie dejectedly. "Professor Simmons said she's going to give me detention cleaning out the first year cauldrons for a month if I don't hand in my potions notes on Monday. I was hoping I might be able to knock her out, give me enough time to escape or something."
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babalon From: [info]babalon Date: November 27th, 2010 02:23 pm (UTC) (Link)
Emilie actually laughed. Well, less so laughed than cackled, but it was a hearty sort of laugh all the same. Madame Bridgette gave her a perturbed look, to which Emilie's smile shrank sizably. The woman cleared her throat.

"Seriously? You could get yourself killed!" Emilie nearly hissed, now actually quite interested, and continued on before she made herself look anymore like she cared about Sim's well-being.

"Have you tried whoring yourself out to those Sonnier girls?" Emilie suggested, not serious in the slightest. "I hear it works pretty well for Amber." She said Amber's name like it was poisonous.
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sim From: [info]sim Date: November 27th, 2010 02:32 pm (UTC) (Link)
Sim sniggered at the mention of Amber's name, somehow he couldn't see the 'flashing some flesh' approach that Amber used working quite so well for him. "Sonnier girls are smart and everything but I don't think they'd be that good in the sack" he sighed, as if this topic of conversation had been thought of before. "I mean, would it really be worth it?" He smirked up at Emilie.
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babalon From: [info]babalon Date: November 27th, 2010 02:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
"I thought guys liked virgins?" Emilie rolled her eyes, turning her attention to the tray. She picked up a vial from the tray and read the label. She didn't actually recognize that one, and looked a little perplexed. Which was... unusual.

"Besides, what other choice do you have?" She asked idly. "I'm not helping you."
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sim From: [info]sim Date: November 27th, 2010 02:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Virgin's are cool but then there's always the crying and clinging afterwards" Sim said, a slightly haunted look coming over his face. He went to inspect what looked like shrivelled up innards but his hand was smacked away by the shop keeper. Pouting he stuck both of his hands in his pockets.

"Come on, it'll take you like, five minutes. What could possibly be better than spending quality time with your favourite housemate?"
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babalon From: [info]babalon Date: November 27th, 2010 02:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
Emilie gave Sim an amused look and shook her head, asking the shop keeper about the vial in her hand.

"I can think of plenty of things." Emilie frowned at Sim, placing the vial back on the tray. "What can you offer me in exchange?"
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sim From: [info]sim Date: November 27th, 2010 03:03 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Mind blowing orgasms" he blurted out, remembering they were with company and winked at Madame Brigette. "A warm, fuzzy feeling of helping someone in need?"
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babalon From: [info]babalon Date: November 27th, 2010 03:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
If Emilie had been more prudish she would have hexed him outright. Thankfully, for his sake, she wasn't.

"Somehow I find that doubtful," she shrugged, eyes flicking up to note that the shopkeeper was now glaring at both of them. She glanced back at Sim, then at the tray, and sighed.

"If I were to help you, which I am not-- it wouldn't be for free. Looks like you're fucked."
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sim From: [info]sim Date: November 27th, 2010 04:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Ten bucks" he said stubbornly, figuring he could get the money off Gray, perhaps winning it in a bet.
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babalon From: [info]babalon Date: November 27th, 2010 10:06 pm (UTC) (Link)
Emilie rolled her eyes. "Fat chance, Simon." She said simply. She pulled a vial of thin liquid that sizzled slightly inside the glass and set it on the counter. The liquid was about the same green as her hair.

"Thank you, Madame." Emilie paid, bowing her head politely while the woman behind it slipped the vial into an white paper bag and sealed it shut with a black wax seal.

"I hope he hasn't caused you too much trouble, and I'll make sure he sees himself out."

By that, Emilie meant fling open the door and drag Sim out into the alley by the front of his shirt.
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sim From: [info]sim Date: November 27th, 2010 11:43 pm (UTC) (Link)
Sim had no choice but to follow the green haired girl with a groan, turning his head back to the counter and staring at it longingly as it disappeared behind the shop door. Once outside, he continued to bug Emilie all the way up the street.

"Twenty bucks. Come on! That's a fair deal" he moaned as they reached the edge of the Rue.
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crescentcitynpc From: [info]crescentcitynpc Date: November 28th, 2010 12:42 am (UTC) (Link)
A man with tattered clothing and a scarred face stood on his milk crate, a sign rested at his feet reading Homeless Veteran- Please Help!. With an impassioned burst he began preaching, catching the attention of a few passersby. "They are here among us! The devil's servants are hidden here doing his work!" He pointed at some of the people who were surrounding him. “They come to us in the guise of those we trust the most! Our friends, our family, school children and the elderly!”

A girl with vibrant green hair caught his eye. He pointed at her, looking directly into her eyes he continued. "They wear hideous faces, false faces, and the faces of the innocent! Don't let them fool you! Their intentions are impure!"
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babalon From: [info]babalon Date: November 28th, 2010 09:35 am (UTC) (Link)
"No deal." Emilie laughed, too amused by his desperation. She wanted to see how high he was willing to bring the price before he gave up.

It was then when she noticed the familiar crazed yelling of a street preacher. She listened, for a moment, carefully considering her actions, her expression showing nothing but irritation.

"Ave Satana!" she finally laughed, her eyes still locked with the crazed homeless man's. "Hail Satan! Lord of Darkness, King of Hell, Ruler of the Earth, God of this World!" Of course, she didn't mean any of it. She didn't believe in god or the devil any more than most atheists. She just liked to start trouble. Satanist she may have been, but it was just a name.

"Right," Emilie rolled her eyes and continued to walk in the direction that led them back to the school.
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sim From: [info]sim Date: November 28th, 2010 10:05 am (UTC) (Link)
Sim laughed loudly as the crowds gasped and looked up at the preacher man for his reaction. Emilie was incredibly adept at causing a scene, one of the things he liked about her.

Beginning to follow Emilie again, Sim turned round once,cupping his hands tohis mouth and shouting. "And why don't you get a real fucking job!"
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crescentcitynpc From: [info]crescentcitynpc Date: November 28th, 2010 10:27 am (UTC) (Link)
"Fiends!!" he almost stumbled backward making a cross out of his fingers. "They walk among us!" he shouted frantically pointing at the two teenagers. "The Devil's servants will prey on the innocent!"

Unnerved, he went back to mumbling to himself about the Devil's work.
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babalon From: [info]babalon Date: November 28th, 2010 11:22 am (UTC) (Link)
Sim's comment had Emilie genuinely laughing for once. Which must have been the reason she hung out with him as much as she did. She was still grinning when she realized she'd forgotten her visit to Libris Tacitus.

Emilie stopped, turned, and sighed, looking toward the homeless man. They would have to walk past Crazy McHomeless, and then she'd have to sit through at least 20 minutes interrogation from Sim.

"Shit. I forgot something. I'll catch you later, okay?" She said to Sim, sounding a little too nice in her effort to ditch him as she started walking back in the direction they'd come from.
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sim From: [info]sim Date: November 28th, 2010 11:39 am (UTC) (Link)
"Wait! You haven't agreed to do my homework" he said, wounded, as if this was a perfectly reasonable thing to agree to. And now he was following her again, the drone of the crazy preacher getting nearer.

"What if that guy tries to slit your throator something? Best have a real man to accompany you."
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crescentcitynpc From: [info]crescentcitynpc Date: December 2nd, 2010 12:07 am (UTC) (Link)
The homeless man's eyes widened as he saw the green haired girl and her friend approaching again. His hair stood on end. "Back heathens! Back to the firey gates of Hell from which you came! Do not pollute us with your evil ways!" he screeched from his milk carton.
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babalon From: [info]babalon Date: December 4th, 2010 09:55 pm (UTC) (Link)
Emilie, being from New York, knew better than to interact with homeless men. You dealt with them by ignoring them, and moving on as quickly as you could. Anything less incurred nothing but needless harassment, and possible violence. She knew, and yet.. she turned on one sharp heel and stood her ground.

"Or what? What the fuck are you going to do about it?"

It seemed that her time at CCI had given Emilie a developed feeling of invincibility.
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sim From: [info]sim Date: December 4th, 2010 10:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
Today was turning out a lot more interesting than Sim had first imagined as he looked on gleefully as they started to attract a bit of attention. He puffed his chest out slightly and stood next to Emilie trying hard not to smile.
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crescentcitynpc From: [info]crescentcitynpc Date: December 4th, 2010 10:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
"You bring back darkness and despair with your evil ways! You spread it like a sickness that only fire can cure!" he spat venom from his milk crate.

"We must look in the face of evil and be not afraid to destroy it!"
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babalon From: [info]babalon Date: December 4th, 2010 10:43 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Yeah yeah yeah, blah blah blah," Emilie rolled her eyes, ignoring the wrenching feeling in the pit of her stomach that came at the threat of fire. Furthermore, she was officially arguing with a crazy homeless man. She was pretty sure that made her the crazier one.

"You didn't answer my question, dick-head. You just gonna yell at people and hope they find Christ? Do you really think threat of damnation even works on people these days?"
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sim From: [info]sim Date: December 4th, 2010 10:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
Sim nodded furiously, grinning. "You're shit mate!" He added with joy.
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crescentcitynpc From: [info]crescentcitynpc Date: December 4th, 2010 11:02 pm (UTC) (Link)
"You lead the flock away with your falsehoods! Your power is only given to you by the Devil to trick God's flock to you! Someone must lead the innocent back to the truth! Some day you will see that your evil ways will lead to your demise!"
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babalon From: [info]babalon Date: December 4th, 2010 11:11 pm (UTC) (Link)
"What falsehoods?" Emilie snorted, "Get yourself to a shelter, and out of my fucking face. I hear the soup's free!"
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sim From: [info]sim Date: December 4th, 2010 11:19 pm (UTC) (Link)
"If you keep shouting at people in public you should worry about your own demise" Sim shouted back, not really bothered about looking entirely crazy himself.
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crescentcitynpc From: [info]crescentcitynpc Date: December 4th, 2010 11:36 pm (UTC) (Link)
"A day of reckoning will come and you will see! You will all see! Those undeserving of God's mercy will fall and the innocent will ascend with Him in His glory," he fell into mumbling to himself again and hopped off his milk crate. He sat down on it and held his knees, rocking back and forth to comfort himself. "Madness, madness, they bring madness."
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babalon From: [info]babalon Date: December 5th, 2010 12:04 am (UTC) (Link)
"I welcome that day!" Emilie grinned and shook her head, knowing full well that Rapture, like the rest of the man's religion, was just a myth.

Then again, most people thought witches were just a myth. She didn't bother thinking about this. Instead she turned to her friend and rolled her eyes with a laugh--intensely casual despite the fact that the two of them had just gotten into a heated argument in public with an obviously crazy homeless guy.

"Fuck this, guy's crazy." Emilie affirmed before starting to head back toward the book shop again.
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sim From: [info]sim Date: December 5th, 2010 12:09 am (UTC) (Link)
"Crazy and he smells like shit" Sim added, spitting on the floor near where the man was rocking back and forth. He followed the green haired girl again, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"So anyway, about you doing my homework..."
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