Post by nell cyprus d8f [cameron] on Jan 26, 2019 7:49:36 GMT -5
She tapped her nails against the steel of the burnt out street light and exhaled. It wasn’t every day one made a strict scheduled appointment with an assassin, and if it always involved silent self-reflection on a dim night Jelani knew she would need another hobby. Waiting was not something she penciled into her day. Things happened as she liked, at the speed she liked, with the people she liked, and there was no exception to that rule. Eyes closed like oysters, tight and a grayish-purple shade that one of her girls bought for herself but relinquished shortly after. If her girls set her up with someone, she had to be that awful word she needn’t be in years, but kept bottled up for special occasions like a brother tantrum, an acquaintance overdose, an old lady browsing colors at the salon. Patient.
Moments passed and Jelani grew weary and forlorn. She leaned into the street light, willing herself to keep alert, but fuck was it hard. The assassin would need a direct line for future endeavors. This was absurd! It had been at least two hours standing there, and to prove it she looked at her wristwatch that read an entire two minutes since arrival.
Her lip twitched, a fleeting snarl as her bear was pushed back into its cave, and there she was, the assassin, across the street. Jelani put her arm in the air and jingled her gold bangles, her presence confirmed.
District Two wasn't hard to return to. It was by far one of the least secured of the districts - there was only the same low wall, and for all the peacekeepers that trained there, far less were on patrol at the outskirts than either District Six or District Eleven. Still, she makes her way cautiously towards the center of town. Jelani Janga - she would recognize the woman's face on sight from the newspapers covering the 80th mayoral race, which also pinpointed for her what time it was inside the districts.
Sure enough, she spots the woman fidgeting impatiently, gold bangles glittering in the winter sunlight. She had no skin in how their elections turned out, of course, but money was money, and the candidate had contracted their group - mband, they called themselves - for a hefty price.
"You requested our services?" she murmurs softly to Jelani as she reaches her.
Post by nell cyprus d8f [cameron] on Jan 26, 2019 15:58:54 GMT -5
“What took you so damn long?” She started with an edge in her voice, before remembering this was the vicious murderer she had yet to pay. Her mouth opened again, a slight sticky sound in the silence of the night, before closing it and exhaling hard. “Consider this an interview for a long-term position, if you want.” The soon-to-be mayor turned and led the wanderer into an adjacent alley, even darker than underneath the lightless street light.
They stopped beside a dumpster, and she turned to the girl and eyed her for a moment. She was tough, but she wasn’t disciplined the way Jelani liked. But that could be fixed. Anything could be fixed, with a little nudge in the right direction. “I’m always recruiting and my business is nothing if not thriving. Booming. A fucking firecracker set off in the middle of a Reaping. You’ll regret not taking this seriously. I guarantee that much, missy.”
She rapped her nails on the trashcan and the lid lifted, two of her girls appearing from within; one held papers and a pen while the other gripped the photos of the target. “Anyway, wanna know whose throat you’re slitting now or what?”
"We'll take it into consideration," she responds, tuning out the woman's lecture. Jelani was a good connection to have, even more so if she won the election; with a mayor that supported them in the shadows, District Two would be a much safer base for the band's operations. And they in return would repay kindness with kindness, paving her way with sabotage and subterfuge.
"Well? Who do you want me to target?" Part of her is already guessing at answers. She'd taken the time to filch a few newspapers from doorsteps along the way; there seemed to be only two other candidates this time, with Jelani currently ahead of both of them in the polls. That was good. They tried to position themselves with the winners, if they could.
Now, Nefertiti Wilde was a relative unknown, despite her previous bid for mayor. Pyrite Obsidian, though... let's say she wasn't going to have much trouble motivating herself to do the job.
Post by nell cyprus d8f [cameron] on Jan 26, 2019 22:11:57 GMT -5
“One day it’ll make sense how the world works, and why you can’t always have your way, Jelani.”
A teacher’s firm grip on her shoulder. A stir in her chest like a flock of birds taking to the skies at once. A tongue stuck out, pointed as a weapon, as her stuffed kitten was lugged down the hall in the grimy hands of a boy, a filthy boy, who didn’t deserve her kitten and certainly would not treat her the way she deserved. Memories of the trying left her brain as fast as sap sliding down a tree. Thirty years of anguished dripping, thirty years of changing the narrative.
She’d made sense of the world on her own time and her own terms. Nobody plucked her belongings and left without punishment. She would always have her way, as there was no other way. So she slid the pictures of Pyrite Obsidian into the assassin’s hands, grimy like the boy’s but willing to give Jelani what she wanted. And that was the compromise always worth taking.
“I assume you know of him, at least. He’s got to go. I can fight the quiet bitch much easier under the guise of female empowerment, but he’s got the sob story demographic I want to lock up. Can I count on you?”
The woman slides the photo into her hands, and in a flash she recognizes the face. Yep, it was Pyrite. Andy's so-called father. They even had the same eyes.
He'd dumped him, she thought, scowling. Out in the cold, where he'd have died if not for Flynn raising him with the other orphans, their only food the tesserae they took and whatever they could steal. And if he didn't even care about his own child, then how the fuck did it get into his head that he deserved to run a district?
The worst sort of parent, she thought, narrowly beating out mothers who locked their daughters away inside the house, so that they might never have to let them go.
She nods. "It'd be a delight to kill him," she says, meaning every word of it when she looks up from the photo at Jelani.
Post by nell cyprus d8f [cameron] on Jan 27, 2019 7:25:01 GMT -5
‘Delight’ rolled off the tongue so harsh the curtains were blown back from her eyes, and Jelani saw daggers dancing behind. She took a step away, not so much in fear as in caution for her life in an increasingly hostile world that was sometimes scary, especially when dealing with assassins in back alleys beside burnt out street lights. But her track record was as solid as they came up till then, and she wasn’t in the business of bad business – just bad bitches.
And anyways, she would be a fool to attack Jelani there when two more of her girls lurked not ten steps deeper into the alley, waiting with baseball bats and junkyard metal pipes. Sure, they brought a gun, too. They just enjoyed the scenic route more than the detour. Same outcome for the victim, much different outcome for them when able to release their pent up issues in a freeing and messy way.
Delight was a funny way to put it aloud, but there was something positively delightful about the whole thing that she couldn’t deny. A heavily ringed hand reached out toward the girl. “We’ll discuss payment and further instructions tomorrow. You know where to find me, mm?”