Closed {On-Going}
WHO: Elena (suits_me), Greed (avariceshield)
WHAT: Elena moves into her room.
WHERE: Devil's Nest
WHEN: Day 75, Night.
He was relatively excited to have a new face around the Devil's Nest. Well, one that didn't change every fucking day. He had the room all set for his new employee. More security was nice, and she was at least trustworthy enough, as far as he could see. Only time would tell if the man would trust her. Elena was her name. Seems innocent enough, he thought. Greed would have to see how tough he was to take down some of the big men he saw in this city, during some of his round abouts in the streets.
As far as he knew, she wasn't some kind of cop or genetically altered being. There were so many fucked up things in this city, Greed was starting to feel like the majority. Not that that mattered anyways. He didn't care if people knew what he was. What would they do? Peel him open to see what made him tick? But that was besides the point. Elena was coming to his bar at any minute. He had to make sure her welcoming was well... welcoming and warm, accepting at most.
He shifted the glasses up his nose to stare up the stairs, the entrance of his bar, to keep an eye out for her appearance at the top of those stairs.
WHAT: Elena moves into her room.
WHERE: Devil's Nest
WHEN: Day 75, Night.
He was relatively excited to have a new face around the Devil's Nest. Well, one that didn't change every fucking day. He had the room all set for his new employee. More security was nice, and she was at least trustworthy enough, as far as he could see. Only time would tell if the man would trust her. Elena was her name. Seems innocent enough, he thought. Greed would have to see how tough he was to take down some of the big men he saw in this city, during some of his round abouts in the streets.
As far as he knew, she wasn't some kind of cop or genetically altered being. There were so many fucked up things in this city, Greed was starting to feel like the majority. Not that that mattered anyways. He didn't care if people knew what he was. What would they do? Peel him open to see what made him tick? But that was besides the point. Elena was coming to his bar at any minute. He had to make sure her welcoming was well... welcoming and warm, accepting at most.
He shifted the glasses up his nose to stare up the stairs, the entrance of his bar, to keep an eye out for her appearance at the top of those stairs.