Post by Whizzlesprocket on Jun 16, 2012 21:56:28 GMT -5
A grin spread across her face, having been given permission to basically do whatever she wanted. "Steal the shinies. Take the big cheeser down a peg. Unna'stood, lass. " She looked down to the paper again, considering that, then looked back up to Marlena. "Ya' look like a decent type, so I'm givin' it to ya straight. I don' like it here. I'm just gettin' money enough ta make it out. Pretty bloody unlikely I'm stickin' around." She smiled giving another salute. "Word a' warnin'."
T'all ya fine dandies, so proud, so cocksure, prancin' abowt wi' yer head ful'a the pink stuff...come an' get me, says I! I'll be waitin', wiv' a whiff'a me ol' brimstone! I'm a grim, bloody fable, with an unhappy bloody end!
Marlena nodded. She knew how the gnome felt. She'd planned herself only to be in Wistvale a few days, maybe a week. It hadn't been as fruitful for her original plan as she had hoped. But being handed all that she had now, she didn't intend on leaving.
Well, Abby. What I'll pay you won't give you enough to make it far. As long as this evening goes well, I'll continue to give you jobs until you decide you have enough to get where you want. Sound fair?
Post by Whizzlesprocket on Jun 17, 2012 15:24:09 GMT -5
She nodded again, stuffing the paper into her belt. "Right. I'll be back when I'm done. Don' wait up, lass." Without waiting for further instruction, she left the warehouse, a little apprehensive about her new job but absolutely confident it could be done.
((Do you want to use this thread for the next events? I wanted to get some bombs, but Grayell said I couldn't buy things if I'm in a thread.))
T'all ya fine dandies, so proud, so cocksure, prancin' abowt wi' yer head ful'a the pink stuff...come an' get me, says I! I'll be waitin', wiv' a whiff'a me ol' brimstone! I'm a grim, bloody fable, with an unhappy bloody end!