Blood Money - Blues and Chits

[Silver]

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Poena. Silver breathed in, obviously displaying a chipper mood. Slightly behind her, Spartan, her shadow, keeping watch as always and walking silently. As she walked the main hallways, that were jam packed with people from that sector, life in Poena isn't easy or pretty if you don't have the money for the upper floors. Which was somewhat weird, considering the crowd she was about to meet with for the first time in many years. They had the money and the skills to use and abuse the top level where everything was at least decent by the local standards. Even so, she was happy down in the middle of it all. The smell, with the hint of putrefaction of either a dead body or a dead animal somewhere nearby, the eyes, fixed at her and her fiery orange hair, acting like a beacon and a warning much like dangerous animals do.

Moving easily, some took note and kept their distance, others moving after a light tap on their shoulder, the cigarette at the edge of her lip rolled with each smile and grin she made until she arrived at the door of one of the warehouses. Four guards in front. Spartan looked slowly to the side and whispered that they were actually ten. Throwing a silver poker chip, engraved with the company trademark R, the guard in front quickly scanned it and nodded at the two closest to the door, that easily opened it. Entering a dark corridor, the only source of light came from its end, like the end of the road. Home. The corridor opened into a huge warehouse that housed three Sabres and a Waran. Few people walked around, namely hired hands and technicians doing maintenance work, while some makeshift bunks had some occupants that Silver noticed, and recognized, from afar. At the feet of one of the Sabres, the main table, the business table had its place, dominating the low light scenario having a spotlight shinning over it. There they were. Cerulean sitting, Titanium and a man that Silver did not recognized at his side, talking and discussing without taking note she had arrived. Cerulean and the man, sure. Titanium had already been alerted by the guards, without a doubt, but did not allowed herself to indicate that Silver had arrived.

The sight brought her back and placed one devious grin on her face. Walking towards it, making sure her footsteps were heard, she took a smoke and exhaled, appearing as the handsome devil that came through the mist. The chatter on the table went silent, with the occupants following her with their eyes as she finished her walk and sat. Looking at both Cerulean and Titanium, she smirked and finally talked as she pointed her finger at the man she didn't recognize.

"Hi. Who's the shrimp?"

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop