i'm in the business of misery, [damon]

[Faye Isabel Tinker]

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Through connections, Faye managed to get Damon to meet her
somewhere (aka Ben and Jerry’s) to “discuss” some things. Like,
having him get rid of Winnie Taylor for her. This was because supposedly,
she asked Cameron for flying help. And OBVIOUSLY Winnie didn’t realize
what danger she was putting herself in. The blonde actually growled at
the thought of her. And being on a stool where people could see her
wasn’t a good place to be doing it.

The blonde’s hair was down, wavy and free, making her look a little older
than usual. She donned a jean miniskirt, high heel sandals, and a little tank
top. She wasn’t…exploiting herself as apposed to just, playing up her better
features. Her nice legs, her female chest, her toned arms…basically, she
exposed as much as she could.

She had money tucked into her pocket, in case he needed cash up front.
But overall, Faye was ready, and extremely impatient. She just wanted
Winnie gone as soon as possible. And, well, Damon was her guy. She didn’t
care about his reputation, or who’s spirit he had. All that mattered was that
he could take care of Brunette Bitch. This was officially Winnie’s secret nickname.

The blonde had ordered an ice cream sundae, and was halfway through it.
The gooey chocolate was melting and pooling in the bowl. Using her spoon,
she scooped up some and ate it, her taste buds tingling with delight. She
watched the door, feeling anxious. All she wanted was Winnie out of Cam’s life.
Just for long enough that he realized how much better Faye was. Or decided that
Winnie was gross and was nothing good for him. Actually, both worked perfectly for
her, especially the first one.

And her plan was almost perfect. All she needed to do was a little more scheming.
And ask Damon if he’d mind doing a teeny favor for her. This, well, would be easy.
She hoped. Or her entire outfit was pointless, and her charming personality was no
shot for him. But she could always bribe him. Who said that Faye wasn’t just as evil
as she was good?

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^{TAG - damon and my coco.
WORDS - three hundred and sixty, mmk?
NOTES - holy hell, faye's like, bumping it up a bit here. xD also, don't you love the pictures i chose? haha. yeah. i hope this is k? c: i was inspired to start the thread because I was in a jealous/bitchy Faye mood.
OUTFIT - click!
TUNES - rainbow veins , owl city.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * & graphics by " miscounted stars , both from caution 2.0}

[Damon Peklo]

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[/color][/font][/size]t was an ordinary day. Sun shining, adolescents hanging off each other's words. Damon was used to this, because though it was a "magic school" (note the quotes), it was still a high school in a lot of respects. But here it was worse. The faculty actually handed cliques to the kids, just begging them to form together and exclude everyone who was different. Now it was his opinion, not that he was imposing because that could mean trouble and he's never one to get directly in the middle of anything, that they should just drop the groups and only keep the kids with ahh, real magic problems.

But he wasn't an outstanding guy. Damon didn't give his personal opinion on a lot of things and, digging into his pocket to extract a box of cigarettes, he was suddenly reminded why.

Brats everywhere, some looking at him with flirtatious smiles, others with dislike. But that was okay! The spirit of Hades wasn't bothered in the slightest by how people viewed him. Everyone was entitled to their own opinions, just as he was entitled to disliking just about everyone here.

Damon was supposed to be meeting with someone else who wanted his assistance. He just heard from someone it was a girl, but no specifics other than she was blonde and tiny.

Most people only called on Damon if they had something dirty they wanted done. Smuggle drugs or booze in, get rid of someone for them, not your everyday things but teenagers are teenagers. They let their emotions run outta control and take what they want, no matter the costs. Which is exactly what the blue-haired demon played on.

Once they asked him for something and he did it, they were in debt, in whatever way he asked them to be. Granted, he was a reasonable man, never asking for too much, but typically he'd ask them for something insignificant and, in most cases, pretty confusing for them because whatever he had planning had a lot of meticulous parts in it.

As for the moment though, Damon didn't have anything planned. He wasn't short on cash, or anything really for that matter. Shrugging his shoulders, the man casually hailed a cab near the street leading to the school. Once one stopped, he crawled in and requested his destination.

"Yeah, Ben an' Jerry's, boss," he said, taking out his lighter and ignited the tip of his cigarette.

He received no reprimand from from the driver, though he did give him a stern look, which Damon returned with a cheerful wave. He was addicted to nicotine, no shame in it. Someone had a problem with it they could talk to his finger.

It didn't take too long before the vehicle arrived and, throwing a $50 in the front seat, Damon exited with a "Thanks, bud." He strode confidently towards the main doors and, with flourish, opened it, striding in casually.

A few people looked up, but he just displayed his middle finger in response. Taking once glance around the room, Damon spotted a girl fitting the description sitting by herself. Giving a grin in her direction, he took a seat at her table, hands clasped before him.

"So, what can I do for ya, babe?"

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[Faye Isabel Tinker]

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The spoon swirled in the vanilla, making a mixed up mess of
chocolate fudge and ice cream. The cashier had been eyeing
her funny, as she had been just stabbing at her ice cream like
it was Winnie’s head only seconds earlier. Ohh, the joys of being
partly pixie. Her emotions were going haywire. Her mind was clouded
by thoughts of Cam holding Winnie, trying to innocently show her
“how to fly”. Now, she knew Cameron was too innocent to have any
real intentions there, but Winnie…she was a little older than Faye, but
she obviously had deeper intentions than she let on. And that wasn’t
okay with Faye. At all.

The ding ding of the door snapped Faye from her train of thought,
her eyes darting up to meet an older male, who prominently displayed his
middle finger for the entire parlor. She liked this guy. He obviously had an
attitude that screamed “go fuck yourself” or something to that degree. She
let her eyes stray back to her food, taking a scoop of it and shoving it into her
mouth, until she looked up to see that exact guy grinning at her, followed by
him approaching and sitting at her table.

She coughed, almost throwing up the muddy cream in her mouth, before
managing to swallow. ”You’re Damon?” She said in almost amazement.
She eyed him for a second more, and ran a hand through her hair, giving him
a charming smile. Well, he was cuter than expected! This would be easy…ish.
”So, what can I do for ya, babe?” She raised a brow and thought.

”Simple. I need you to do me a favor, that’s all.” She nodded.
”There’s a girl. I want her gone. As far as you can take her. For as
long as you can. Whatever you can do to her, I want done.” Faye’s
voice sounded like a mix of fired up, jealous, bitchy, vindictive, vengeful,
any word that could describe Tinkerbell could describe the way Faye was
feeling at that very second.

”By the way, I’m Faye.” She offered a hand toward him.

”She’s gotten on my….my last bloody nerve.” A touch of Faye’s British
accent came out, as it usually did whenever she was angry. ”I mean, I know
you’ve done things for other people before…and, well, I thought you were my
best option as to helping me get rid of her.” She nodded, giving him a look.

The tiny blonde felt a little better after that. Brunette Bitch was gunna pay.
”That, and, well, hurting her myself wouldn’t help the situation.” She
said that simply. Buttering him up a little bit could’ve worked, and then she laid
down the simple truth.

”So, can you help me?” She asked, giving him a smile. ”I can pay now,
if you want…by the way, just asking, but…what am I going to owe you for this?
I’d just like to say, I’ll pay anything to have that girl gone. I really will.” What
just came out of her mouth?! Well shit. Her jealousy was taking the best of her,
and making her speak before she even began to think. But, she could pay any
amount, that wasn’t the issue. Just the fact that she even said anything about
it made her look a little desperate, and a little…jealous. Even if she was jealous.
And a little desperate too.

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^{TAG - damon and my coco.
WORDS - five hundred and eighty six.
NOTES - ahaha. oh god. i made it so suggestive, but i wrote it while tired and in a state in which i was recalling the whole "should he ask for sex?" thing. xD p.s, i love faye so much right now. XD
OUTFIT - click!
TUNES - rainbow veins , owl city.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * & graphics by " miscounted stars , both from caution 2.0}