BluEndings
The One Called Blu
CHARMY DEVLIN
SCENE:
[The Punchline]
TIME:
Pre-Arc 1, February 12th, 2016
LOCATION:
The Precipice, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
Passeri Park, Charmy Devlin
THE PUNCHLINE
A chuckle followed by a lively, but short, laughter.
“That’s no good.” Charmy tittered and leaned deeper into the sofa. “This is my ‘domain’. Naturally it’s endorsed by certain benefactors, but there remains but a single rule above all: fulfillment.”
Her brazen expression was put on pause, as she cast her attention to her side. Eyes dulled, and fingers slipped a phone into her palm before hastefully assembling a solution to the interruption. After a moment, she pressed the device to her ear. The other side must have picked up promptly, because her words immediately came tumbling out.
“I don’t care how you handle it.” There was a new contour to her voice, heavier and less chic. “Take care of it. If you make a mess, clean it. The deadline is coming up.”
The call ended at the same time her words did.
“I must apologize.” Charmy sighed. “It turns out success is far more of a bore than I anticipated—but enough about that.” She straightened out. “Like I was saying, the whole point of this establishment is fulfillment. As you’ve experienced, once such thing people crave is violence—”
The security she had spoken to earlier appeared again, breaking from the crowd. They walked to Charmy’s side and handed her two things. The first was a metal suitcase, it shone even in the desaturated lighting. The second was a handgun. Its barrel was unusually broad.
“Much appreciated.” Charmy’s viridescent eyes matched with Passeri’s. “So, tell me, 'Mysteria'. Why are you here? What do you want? What are you lacking?”
“That’s no good.” Charmy tittered and leaned deeper into the sofa. “This is my ‘domain’. Naturally it’s endorsed by certain benefactors, but there remains but a single rule above all: fulfillment.”
Her brazen expression was put on pause, as she cast her attention to her side. Eyes dulled, and fingers slipped a phone into her palm before hastefully assembling a solution to the interruption. After a moment, she pressed the device to her ear. The other side must have picked up promptly, because her words immediately came tumbling out.
“I don’t care how you handle it.” There was a new contour to her voice, heavier and less chic. “Take care of it. If you make a mess, clean it. The deadline is coming up.”
The call ended at the same time her words did.
“I must apologize.” Charmy sighed. “It turns out success is far more of a bore than I anticipated—but enough about that.” She straightened out. “Like I was saying, the whole point of this establishment is fulfillment. As you’ve experienced, once such thing people crave is violence—”
The security she had spoken to earlier appeared again, breaking from the crowd. They walked to Charmy’s side and handed her two things. The first was a metal suitcase, it shone even in the desaturated lighting. The second was a handgun. Its barrel was unusually broad.
“Much appreciated.” Charmy’s viridescent eyes matched with Passeri’s. “So, tell me, 'Mysteria'. Why are you here? What do you want? What are you lacking?”
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