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Post by alphonzetta remus innes on Aug 18, 2010 15:31:19 GMT -5
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Alphie's father was, as per usual, sprawled out on the tatty couch in front of the television. There was something banal, repetitive and vaguely humiliating to the participants on, but he wasn't really watching it. He stared at the TV without seeing most days, and only perked up to get another beer out of the cooler by his head, or to watch a football game. On those days, those times, Alphie made herself more scarce than usual, after making sure he'd eaten and was comfortable. His eyes didn't leave the direction of the screen as she breezed in front of him, picking up his cans and empty chip packets. She only spoke when she had safely reached the kitchen without him blowing up. "Hungry, Papa?" She asked, employing the innocent and doting tone of voice that used to get her out of trouble all the time. He muttered something about pizza and football, so Alphie snatched the phone off the hook on the kitchen wall, quickly dialing in the number of her father's favourite pizza joint. "Double sausage, extra cheese." She requested, with no preamble. She wasn't in the mood to be trifled with - she needed a hit, badly, and if she didn't hurry, she was going to be too late to meet her supplier.
She rolled her eyes as her father belatedly shouted what she had just said into the receiver. "Sixteen inch. Thin crust..... Yeah, that's right. Money'll be in the same place. Just leave on the table for him. Door'll be unlocked. Thanks, Jimmy." Hanging up, she fished a twenty out of her pocket and slipped back through the living room and out of the front door. Her dad was completely involved in his thoughts, and didn't hear her move almost silently past him, and wouldn't really have cared if he had. Bending over to deposit the bill under the flowerpot by the front door, Alphie's eyes roamed the scene ahead of her. She saw no-one, but that didn't really mean anything at all. Her bosses, rivals and dependents were as sneaky as she was, and some of them were much better at hiding than her. Mind you, she had never had much cause to hide.
At the designated place, she exchanged green and black for green and white with a guy shielding his pimply face with a white baseball cap with little hesitation. Her money was already wadded up in hundreds, and he knew better than to check it in front of her, and so she walked away, unchecked, to her next appointment. Everything was already neatly separated into their correct weights, a service that she paid him well for, and now she switched them expertly from one pocket to another, reciting her familiar rhyme. White in the right... She counted each bag as it swapped sides until she reached the correct number, and nodded in satisfaction. After two years, she didn't expect him to stiff her, but you had to be sure. Her left pocket would be empty by the end of the night, she knew, but her right pocket tended to keep at least three or four reserves for the more desperate customer.
Sitting under a rock overhang on the beach, she met her first client of the night. "What're you looking for?" She asked, in an undertone. She never raised her voice to its natural volume when dealing, mainly for the same reason she kept it quiet during selling herself. Because if it turned nasty, they'd never expect what they got, and what they'd get would be a knife in the gut. And it wouldn't be pleasant, as if things of that nature ever were, for those non-masochistic types. At the guy's response, Alphie nodded once, briskly. "You want that, you come to my house, 5468 Maple, at midnight." It wasn't really her house, but for purposes like that, it was. None of her clients knew her real address, one of the stipulations that Carl and TJ had set when she had brought them together to work out her schedule. "But for now, that'll be a hundred fifty dollars." The coke was cut, but still expensive, so he grumbled as he fumbled for his wallet. "And another fifty tonight." She added. "I don't give freebies, even to hot guys like you." His bills disappeared into a hidden pocket so deftly that he wondered for a second whether or not he'd really given it to her.
Without looking, Alphie found the right bag for him and held it out between thumb and forefinger. "Make it last. Grumble like that, and I'd say you can't afford the habit." At his retaliation, Alphie laughed and shrugged. "Whatever you say, babe. See you later." She gave a coy waggle of her fingers over her shoulder as she left, sashaying more than she would normally, just to be sure that he'd turn up. She could use the money, in all honesty. It wasn't just him that didn't approve of the prices, and although she'd cut back quite a bit, she was still getting through better than half an ounce a month. She glanced at her watch and slowed down a little. She was out of view of the guy now, and she shoved her hands deep into her coat pockets. It was eight forty five, and she had fifteen minutes to get to a place that was five minutes away. She could afford to dawdle. Plus, she liked to make him sweat for it. Made him appreciate her more. A lazy, almost predatory smile curved her lips, and her mind wandered to that one night when he had appreciated her so much she hadn't had to fake her gratitude. One of the very few times when she had received pleasure as well as giving it.
In a world of her own, she didn't see anyone on the streets in front of her, although she was normally vigilant, and the person approaching her wasn't exactly hard to miss. She was wearing neon colours for God's sake! As it was, though, the only reason she didn't collide with the girl and fall over, possibly bringing her down too, was because of a piercingly loud voice shattering her memories. Alphie jumped slightly, frowning in the direction of the noise, and almost laughed. The girl was almost half a foot shorter than her, and dressed in rather eye-catching attire (and Alphie knew all about that). The voice was completely unnatural coming from her, but at the same time, it somehow managed to suit her.
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Post by dawn on Aug 18, 2010 16:36:19 GMT -5
 
Today had not been a fantastic day for Dawn. It had started off well, with a trash pick up and the yearly ceremony at town hall that recognized the green team for Trenton for keeping the town clean. Along with her on the green team, was an old man named Mattie, and his granddaughter, five year old Jessa-Lyn. It was a small team, but they managed to keep Trenton clean together, and she was thankful that they were helping her. Mattie was the kindest man in the entire town, and he reminded her of her own father, with his kindness and determined spirit. She felt like a role model for young Jessa-Lyn, who often told her that she wanted to be like her when she was older. She hoped Jessa would keep that in mind, because Trenton needed willing volunteers to help out. Only one day a year they got paid for the service they did. Which was today.
So, for the first time since her past September birthday, Dawn had a full pocket. This year had been hard, because she had invested all of her time in volunteering, which meant that she didn't habe a job. Her parents gave her weekely allowances, but mainly all that money went towards gloves, bug spray, soap that got the stench of garbage out of the way easily and, of course, garbage bags. So, it had been quite a long time since she had more than twenty dollars in her pocket. And now she had a good three hundred dollars. Of course, at least one hundred of that would be going towards more supplies, but two hundred was still a lot of spending money. So after the ceremony, she skipped off after thanking the mayor and conradulating Jessa and Mattie, and went straight towards the shopping center of Trenton.
Dawn window shopped for hours, but she barely bought a thing. She got a new t-shirt, and a new pair of converse, and then she had just wandered from store to store, looking at their stuff and then deciding that she didn't want any of it. The entire thing had taken five hours, and now it was almost nighttime, and she was beat. She had been up since six am, and she had walked far too much in one day. If she hadn't eaten at Mcdonalds for lunch, she would have lost weight that day with all the excersize. So her trip home was moving rather slowly, because rather than the normal quick skip she had in her step, there was a slow, sluggish feeling.
The air was nice and cool, something that was strange for this summer. Everyday had either been very hot, humid and sunny, or it had been raining and still hot. She wasn't a huge summer fan, because the heat made the food in garbage cans rot faster, and there were always more bugs, but she ad to admit that at times like this, it felt magnificent. Fall had always been her favourite season, because she loved to rake leaves and jump in them. It was a childish hobby, but she loved doing it, and when her cousin came over for the weekend, the two of them would spend hours creating the perfect leaf pile. In winter, the two of them would build and igloo, which was guarded by a snowman guard. In spring, they would pick flowers and go swimming in the lake when it was still cld, just so they would be he only ones there. But in summer, her cousin would go to her home in Italy, and she would be left behind by herself. Summer sucked withput her cousin. So did the weekdays, where she would be sitting in Biology, and her cousin would be next door, at the middle school.
Finally snapped out of her thoughts, Dawn noticed that she was going to pass a person. She studied the figure that was far from her still, trying to figure out if she knew them if they were one of her neighbours. Dawn was mostly friendly with her neighbours, because she often cut their grass, and kept their gardens free of trash. Only the teenage ones hated her, and in her area, there were only about ten of them. So it was pretty nice.
Finally, she got close enough to identify the figure, and while she had no idea what the girl's name was, she knew who she was. They attended school together, and while they had no classes together, she saw the girl walking through the halls, and heard the stories that people associated her with. Words lik slut, drug dealer and hooker came up often, and the way the girl acted definitely did not argue with those names. Dawn wondered if she really was a drug dealer, because she hadn't had any weed in quite awhile, due to the fact that her old seller had moved away after he got married. She decided that it wouldn't hurt to ask, and she bounded towards the girl, a ridiculous grin on her face. "Do you sell weed?" she asked, quite upforth and rather loud. "Shit." she said, lowering her voice. "Sorry about that. So, do you? 'Cause I have money..."
tags: alphonzetta
notes: god, she's so childish.
word count: dunno.
outfit: RIGHT HERE.
now playing: kelsey - metro station
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Post by alphonzetta remus innes on Aug 18, 2010 18:04:16 GMT -5
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There were a few reasons for Alphie to have her hands in her pockets. The first was to make sure her merchandise didn't go anywhere before she sold it. The second was because it was unseasonably cool, and she wasn't used to the tepid air caressing her skin quite yet. In the fall and winter months, she'd slowly become immune to the cold, rain and snow (which was, thankfully, a rarity anyway), but right now, she was better off bundling up as much as she could whilst still being able to get away with it without grief from TJ, her boss in all things sexual. The third was more vanity than anything - her hands were starting to shake from withdrawal, and she knew she'd have to get somewhere shaded, secret, and without a breeze so she could take a hit and stop looking like some fucking druggie with a problem. She knew she was one, don't get me wrong. She just didn't want to look like one.
The volume of the girl's voice had alerted Alphie to the girl's presence, but the words hadn't really sunk in at first. When they did, however, Alphie felt an almost uncontrollable urge to slap the silly little prat's face for being so blunt. Obviously, that was exactly what she wanted (a blunt, of course, not a slap), but there was no need for her to be so.... out there. But then, she did have the look of a chick that's just stepped off a time machine from the nineteen sixties and is wondering where all the free love went. Alphie smirked a little to herself at this thought, but didn't share the joke.
Taking a closer look at the brunette, her heart almost jumped into her throat. She thought she had recognised the quirky outfit and overly loud voice. This was a girl that needed no explaining to anyone. She was a hippy, through and through, and spent most of her time protesting, recycling, and going through garbage that wasn't hers to recycle. She was weird, loud, and totally out there. There weren't really any secrets or rumours going around about her that weren't obvious or completely false anyway. With a small smile, Alphie remembered that her name was Dawn. She didn't know how the name had come to her, or why, but it would probably serve to unnerve the girl if at all necessary.
Alphie knew which words would come to mind if Dawn recognised her, but she found that she didn't much care. Slut, probably. When was Dawn ever gonna ask for a night with her? Hooker, also true, but unless you trawled the streets on the right night at the right time, you'd never find her. Drug dealer.... Well, that was pretty obvious by the contents of her pockets, now wasn't it? Was there anything wrong with it, really? Sure, she sold to people, took some blow herself, but did that make her a bad person? In fact, quite a few people, inside school and out, liked her because of it. Sure, it was mostly weed, but she'd take whatever she could get. The rates for students were discounted, and she got positives for that, but they weren't discounted by much. She just made sure to mention the discount, and then they owed her for however long she felt like keeping their favour for.
Shaking her head, she spoke in an undertone. "Dawn, why on God's green Earth would you think I did a thing like that?" She didn't have enough time to drag this game out as much as she'd like, but she'd take as long as she could get. It was a while since she'd had a new customer. "But let's say I had some on me that I was willing to part with." She paused slightly, as if she was thinking, weighing up her options, deciding whether or not she was going to be kind to her classmate. "Say I had a couple of grammes." She licked her lips in anticipation and leaned towards the girl. "How much would you want, and what would it be worth to ya?" She asked, slyly, knowing full well that she'd end up giving her the full asking price anyway, or as near to as she felt like. It was, after all, her weed. She could charge what she liked, she'd be the only one out of pocket, and not by much.
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Post by dawn on Aug 18, 2010 18:28:13 GMT -5
Dawn hoped that the girl in front of her wouldn't snap at her for practically screaming her words, but she also knew that that was probably exactly what was going to happen. Or the girl would purposely raise the price of the weed. As long as t didn't get too ridiculous, price didn't really matter to Dawn. Her parents were sucessful, and she could easily get some money off them if she really tried. She just never wanted to bother them. Her mother was always so busy with patients and write ups, being a rather popular doctor, and her father was either off at a business meeting, or he was on the phone. Sometimes, the fact that they were so busy was depressing. Others, it came in handy. It gave her lots of opportunities to do whatever she wanted. Like, smoking weed for example. She used to do it all the time, back when her old dealer was around. In the house too. her parents never noticed a thing.
To be careful, Dawn was going to ask for only a bit of weed. So if the price was jacked up because of her stupidity, she would be able to afford it. She didn't want to say a larger amount to find out that she didn't have enough money. She would rather have a little than none at all. If she didn't buy some from this girl, she probably wouldn't be able to use her as a dealer. And then she would be forced to search out another. Dawn was not a good spy, and so finding another one would be difficult. It would most likely take her ages. Ages that she would have to go through wioth no weed. It had already been a few months since the last time she had some, and she wasn't exactly thrilled with that. She wanted some, and she wanted it tonight.
When the other girl finally spoke, Dawn's face blanked. Sh was a drug dealer, wasn't she? That's what everyone said, and they couldn't all be lying. It wasn't like they were spreading rumors, they were talking in hushed tones to their friends about it, the type of voice you used when you were telling an important secret. Maybe she was just playing with her? Or maybe she didn't sell anything anymore. Or there was a cop around, which the girl knew about so she was acting oblivious. That one was really unlikely, but she looked around anyway. Nothing suspicious in sight. So she had to be kidding, right?
Dawn let out a silent sigh of relief when she kept going. Then, she had to think. She didn't really know how dealers priced their stuff, because she assumed each one was different. Her previous dealer had been somewhat of a friend, so she had always gotten discounts, so she didn't know how much it was actually priced at generally. Maybe, she could state an amount of money, and get as much as she could for that amount. She had about two hundred fifty left, after shopping, but she didn't want to spend all of that on weed. She did want to get enough to last her the summer though, because she prbably wouldn't see this girl again til school started. How much money was she willing to part with? She tallied how much her supplies would cost, and then tried to think about how much she wanted to part with. Pricing was difficlt, and she was't good at math.
"I don't really know how much it's priced at, since my old dealer had....odd discounts." She said, trying to make it sound like she hadn't been buying from a friend. If the other girl knew this was her first real transaction, the price would go up even higher. She didn't want that. "But I'm willing to part with a little over one hundred dollars." She said. She had decided to say that she would use one hundred fifty, but she didn't want to state that right away. The less money you had, the less the price would be. Then, she could actually buy one fifty's worth.
tags: alphonzetta
notes: god, she's so childish.
word count: dunno.
outfit: RIGHT HERE.
now playing: kelsey - metro station
credit: nick jonas' star girl @ caution 2.0 |
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Post by alphonzetta remus innes on Aug 19, 2010 11:15:37 GMT -5
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Alphie saw the vague stirrings of panic beneath the young girl's perky visage, and she smiled to herself, satisfied that she could still manipulate people with such ease. She had long fallen out of the habit of needing to do it regularly, and now it was just a mere formality for new clients, a reminder for those that owed her, and for those that took her for granted. That didn't stop the thrill of achievement shooting through her veins for just a second, though. It was nice to know that she still had such an influence on people. If she didn't have anything to sell, there were only two or three other people in the whole of Trenton with a reputation that was anything near hers. Her 'Columbian Marching Powder' was the order of the month for most users, and her weed was cut with khat, a South African plant renowned for sending people into unimaginably deep levels of mellow. Her reputation was as one of the best, but where to find her, what her name was, and even what she looked like, was often a complete mystery. That was just the way it was, and the way it had to stay. She couldn't be easy to seek out, of course, because that would ruin the mystique of everything, and make her an easy target for the sleepy police, should they choose to wake up and chase up some of the rumours.
Seeing as Alphie didn't like to smoke or otherwise ingest weed or its fumes, the prices she had for it were relatively low. In all honesty, it was a good source of income, even when she did sell it cheap, because she bought it cheap. It was good stuff, and sold in high quantities, but she had never thought about taking it herself. More than anything, she thought the smell of it would alert her father to her seedier business dealings, and she wanted to keep him oblivious for as long as possible. Speaking of oblivious, Alphie glanced at Dawn, who was looking around as if she expected to find someone ready to bust the two of them. No, Alphie hadn't been subtle because of that, although her paranoia had been slightly awoken by Dawn's looking into shadows. It was simply because it was all part of the game. The first few times you dealt with Alphie, you had to go through it. It was like a rite of passage. If they survived, and she liked them, she gave them discounts. Small discounts, because after all she was still a businesswoman, but discounts nonetheless.
Alphie had thought that the girl would be looking for a little weed, to last the weekend, say. Thirty or forty dollars at the most would give you enough for quite a decent party, you and six or seven friends. "Your friend definitely had odd discounts if you had to part with that, love!" Alphie exclaimed, shaking her head. "Now, I dunno how often you buy, or how often you want it to last, but I can part with just over ten grammes for a hundred and twenty dollars. Normally, that'd go for one sixty, but as you're a classmate...." She let the comment tail off, and stepped back to view the girl's response. The glare from the street lamp was annoying, obscuring, and slightly deceiving. It placed emotions where they weren't, and made harsher lines where they weren't wanted.
A boy of around sixteen brushed past them at that moment, and although he moved quickly, Alphie met his action. He had been trying to snake his hand into her pocket, and she grabbed his wrist, her bony fingers digging into the exposed vein. "Don't ever try that again." She hissed, angrily. "You want it, you pay for it." At that, he looked her up and down, obviously, and smirked. He didn't expect the back handed slap that left a red weal on his cheek. "Piss off." She snarled, pushing him out and away from her. People like that were the worst kinds of clients. Those you needed, couldn't afford to lose, but were disgusting, foul, and almost certainly diseased with one thing or another. The exchange had gone as planned, and she folded away better than two hundred dollars, shoving it into one of her many secret pockets. "Gotta keep them on their toes." She offered a vague explanation to Dawn as her eyes cut to the boy, who was ambling away as if he had nowhere better to be. "Anyway, what do you say?"
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Post by dawn on Aug 20, 2010 18:10:30 GMT -5
Dawn knew that for one hundred dollars, she would be getting a ridiculous amount of weed, which was good, because she didn't know when the next time she would find this girl was. She would probably see her at school, but she wouldn't be able to associate with the other girl in public halls, because she had a bad reputation, as Trash Girl. She didn't want to drag her terrible reputation on other people, which was why she was mainly a loner at school. No need to make other people suffer because they were her friend. Even though she didn't deserve the bullying she got, other people didn't deserve to get it too becaue of her. It wasn't fair to them. Then again, it wasn't fair to her to make it so she couldn't make friends.
Dawn smiled slightly at the other girl's exclaimation. So her price had been high? She didn't know much about the pricing, mainly because most of the time she got it free. Being friends with her drug dealer had been good, at least until he moved. Then that left her with no knowledge on how to get more weed. The least he could have done was educated her on how to get some more before he left. He barely even said goodbye to her, which had annoyed her to no end. When she discovered he was gone, and she had no weed, she had had quite a fit. Her parents weren't home at that time luckily, because if they had been, they would have been subject to their crazed daughter throwing things around her room in anger.
Dawn wasn't going to tell the other girl that she used to get it for free. It probably wouldn't help with the already awkward exchange they were having. "That sounds fair enough." She said with a nod. That would last her a fairly long time, probably at least a month, since she didn't do the drug daily or anything like that. Plus, it saved her fourty dollars, which sounded fairly good. She was still wondering exactly how the price was chosen however. If she had bought it without the discount, that meant that it was...she began doing the math in her head. One hundred sixty dollars divided by ten grammes meant that each gram costed approximately sixteen dollars. Who chose that price?
Dawn watched the scene between a sixteen year old boy and the girl in front of her, and wondered exactly how the girl in front of her had gotten so strong. She managed to hurt the boy, and to scare him fairly good. Dawn wasn't good at stuff like that, and while she never wanted to try and scare people, she wanted to know how they learned to use other people's weaknesses against them. The girl in front of her suddenly reminded her of Aedden, who terrified her. She nodded slowly as the girl spoke, and then placed a hand in her pocket, closing it around her wallet. "It's a deal." She said slowly, pulling her wallet out carefully and taking out only the money she needed. She didn't think that the girl in front of her would try and steal her wallet, but after that ordeal with the boy, she didn't want to chance anything.
tags: alphonzetta
notes: god, she's so childish.
word count: dunno.
outfit: RIGHT HERE.
now playing: kelsey - metro station
credit: nick jonas' star girl @ caution 2.0 |
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