Moving up the Food Chain

[stovehead]

[Dunc and Alek only.]

Duncan had been pissed off five minutes ago. Now, now he was absolutely furious. It was impossible to find good help in this shit hole of a city. His second, Slick, was fucking late again. He ran a hand through his hair and began pacing about his tastefully decorated office like a caged tiger.

[Chess]

Aleksandra was absolutely covered in blood. Her hands, her arms, her face, hair, shirt... It was all just covered in that strange mixture of cells and plasma. What was left of the body was far from pretty. Shit happens, she guessed. Slick was a stupid pig anyhow, he got what he deserved. She picked up the remaining pieces and tossed them into the trash of the alleyway, beginning to lick the blood from her hands. She would need to clean up then go to Duncan's office and tell him...

She exited the shower and stood for a moment before the mirror. She had no longing to go see Duncan, but she knew she must. She went into her dump of a room and pulled on a pair of jeans, a pair of black leather ankle-high boots that were very characteristic of her, and a crimson mens-collared shirt. She pushed her silver hair behind her ears to keep it out of her face, then headed off for Duncan's office, her hands shoved into her pockets. She arrived not long after setting off, entering his office without knocking. Her cold eyes immediately locked onto him, an underlying malice behind her calm face warning Duncan to be careful.

[stovehead]

Duncan whirled around, getting ready to verbally eviscerate (in addition to literally eviscerating them) whoever it was. He faltered upon seeing Aleksandra standing in the doorway, but recovered smoothly. The woman had an uncanny way of unsettling him, so he treated her like a precious glass doll; always gently, always with the utmost care.

The girl had been his secretary for about five months now, and she was efficient, precise and timely.
"Do you know where Slick got off to, and why the hell're you late?"

[/color] He growled, the intensity of his anger still burning like a flame in his eyes.

[Chess]

Aleksandra noticed her boss's falter and could feel some sick approval within her. She moved inside of the office slightly, just to get out of the doorway in case anyone else decided to come inside the office. She could feel the slight unease coming off of Duncan at her presence and noticed the anger still in his eyes. She spoke bluntly, her voice emotionally flat and slow, her Russian accent curled around her words.

"Slick? What is left of him is in some alleyway dumpster." She paused to study his expression, then spoke again with the smallest hint of a smile curling on her lips. She stopped looking at Duncan and slowly walked to a table he had on his office and picked up whatever was resting on it, taking a moment to idly look at it as her tongue ran over her teeth. She spoke again with a slightly amused tone to her voice, her grey eyes going back to Duncan. "I am late because I decided to be polite and wash the blood off before coming to tell you."[/b] She set whatever was on the table back down onto the table and leaned on the table with her hands resting on it, looking to Duncan as the hair behind her left ear fell free. "I hope you do not mind his absence."[/b]

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Duncan regained his composure, forcing his muscles to relax. As Aleksandra spoke, his mouth curved into a grin of sadistic glee. He'd been begging whatever gods existed to take Slick from him before he was forced to bloody his hands. "You, my dear, are the answer to my prayers." He purred.

[Chess]

She could feel her amused smile turning into a small, toothy grin at Duncan's response. She drummed the fingers of her left hand on the table, her head tilting slightly. Something about her seemed more bestial. "It seems to me, Duncan, you need a new second of your 'club'. Something tells me that I would be a very good second and that you will find yourself in a better position if you allow me to become your second."[/b] The last half of the second sentence was, of course, a threat, but she knew that Duncan was not stupid enough to deny her the privilege. Something inside of him surely knew she would kill him if he rejected her.

[stovehead]

"I do suppose you deserve a reward for your stunning public service..."

[/color] Duncan furrowed his brow and began stroking the boyish stubble on his chin thoughtfully.

"I'll tell ya what, lass. I'll give it to you for now, but I keep the right to revoke it at any time. You'll also have to earn your patch.[/color]

Duncan straightened and walked to the closet tucked in the corner of the room and opened the door, ruffling through the various odds and ends housed within. He made a noise of triumph as he found what he was looking for, and approached Aleksandra with a piece of plain black leather, bearing no patches except for a "1%er" badge on her chest.

"I'll arrange to have a proper patch made for you. You'll have a little trouble with the boys as long as the back of this vest is bare. Make them fear you."[/color] he said with a wolfish grin.[/blockquote]

[Chess]

[[ We all know I have the worst work ethic here unless it comes to posting for an rp. ]]

Aleksandra took the leather with a small snort. She did not feel that she needed to prove her status to anyone, but she gave Duncan the pleasure and shrugged the leather vest on. She pulled her hair from behind the leather and took a moment to smooth it out before speaking again, almost yawning as she spoke.

"I think we both know they will learn to fear me very quickly. ...They can taste your nervousness when you are around me."[/color] She looked up to him with a very slight mocking twist of her lips forming. Her voice gained a cold tone to it as she spoke, turning for the door. "You will have to excuse any disappearances of members. You will find I am ruthless."[/color] She opened the door, pausing to glance back at him with a dark look on the half of her face that he could see. "I live in the Tennants. Room 16. If you need me before we meet next."[/color] She left, pulling the door closed behind her. She ran her thumbs along her sharply filed fingernails, a cruel smile twisting upon her lips. Oh, the boys in Black Dogs were going to fear her indeed.

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