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| Topic Started: Monday, 16. February 2015, 13:31 (414 Views) | |
| Leslie | Monday, 16. February 2015, 13:31 Post #1 |
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Chapter 1: Leslie goes to the Post Office. Post Office Post office window with all sort of information and advertisements Post Office front view. Prologue. It was a night like any other night but this time the cat was out for a specific search. She had her mind set on gaining some steady ground in London as this was becoming more and more her home base. Something about the city made her always come back. It was far enough from home to be out of trouble but close enough to still be able to feel like she hadn't completely abandoned her home front. Anyway she wasn't sniffing around to reminisce about those things. The small animal was there to find out some dirty details about the Royal Mail Manager. Apparently the British still loved their mail and Leslie could find good use in that. After a while of keeping an eye on the Post office and letting the critters of the city follow the manager she had found herself enough reasons to come and check it out for herself. The rats spoke of disturbing big animals visiting the human. Now either the rats had a lot of fantasy or something fishy was going on. Sadly enough Leslie wished the rats indeed had a lot of fantasy because the sight she was seeing made her hit her head against the bin she was hiding behind. This was madness. The animal form started to shift and within a few seconds there was no longer a cat but a girl sitting there. She now understood what the critters had meant. The poor creatures must have been quite disturbed to see this. She felt sorry they had seen it. A small camera was clicking to take some pictures and when she had enough she also filmed a bit of the stuff. The false emotion of her stomach turning and feeling sick was growing and she shuddered in disgust. Humans pretended to be all goody on the outside but when you looked closer you could sometimes find such despicable traits. Repulsive really. After she had gathered enough evidence she went home to plan the next step of her plan. |
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| Leslie | Tuesday, 17. February 2015, 13:32 Post #2 |
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Argh... How could someone just be like this? Love and sex was a beautiful orchestrated moment and instead this human being made it something gross and vile. The pictures were another proof that nothing was as it seemed. Leslie was normally one that always wanted to protect humans and keep them as safe as possible but men like this needed to be learned a lesson. In the end it was actually a good thing that there was something perverted in human kind because that meant she could now take advantage of it. Whether she liked it was another thing but it was necessary. And so the young Gangrel walked into the post office. The door was open and no one else was there as she had already emailed the man with a little descriptive note and one picture added. That was enough to gain a moment of his time. Of course Leslie knew he might not be alone or might try to attack her. To her surprise he was there alone. Not such a surprise was when he indeed tried to attack her but stopped dead in his tracks when he looked upon the features of a young girl. "Get out of here." he barked. "I think we have something to discuss sir. I'm glad you could make time for me." came her ever sweet voice. "You? But how? Why?" "Now, now, now... no need for such questions. We have much to discuss. I have an offer for you and sadly enough I had to go through quite a few nasty details to get a moment of your time." An envelope with pictures and a flash drive got dropped on the desk. The man started to go through them and all the colour left his face. One should feel bad when seeing pictures of himself being dominated by his wife and a so called friend of the family being dressed up as a huge teddy bear and a squirrel. Gosh people had fetishes for almost anything these days. Slightly uncomfortable she tucked her T-shirt deeper away in her pants so he would definitely see no fur. She didn't want to get petted by this guy. "The flash drive has an interesting video on it. I'm sure you can imagine that. Now let's go down to business." Leslie explained what she wanted. To use the Post office for special mail delivery for the special customers of London. If one controlled the mail, one had power and Leslie wanted to be that one. It would be great to keep an eye on things. New hours had to be added to the office, new rules for the packages and letters with sensitive information. The man couldn't believe this was happening to him. He wondered about the special customers but all she answered was "Bit freaky like you but then underworld types. Make no mistake in my sweet looks I won't hesitate to have you killed. We are all pawns in life and from now on you'll be mine. Betray me and my trust and you'll regret the day those thoughts even crossed your mind." His eyes widened and she smiled while she hopped on his desk. "Is it money you want? I can give you money. Or something else...?" His hand trailed up her leg and she slapped it away while shaking her head. "That won't help you. I already have money enough. Okay listen. As long as you do like I want you to you'll be fine. Keep doing what you do and enjoy it all. I'm not planning on watching that nasty stuff ever again but remember that this is just you helping me and I'm helping you. You'll be protected from now on. So even though you now feel bad..." She leaned closer and whispered. "... you'll learn this only has advantages. I know freaky people who might like you but first you have to prove yourself. Do we have a deal." The Gangrel hopped off the desk and watched the man who didn't know what to say. "I'll be back within two weeks to get your answer. Good night CareBear." she chuckled and left the office. |
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| Leslie | Friday, 27. February 2015, 23:56 Post #3 |
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So the past few nights Leslie had been stalking him every now and then. Not the entire time because that was just too boring. She had even send his wife a gift. A new bear suit. Those things were expensive and quite hard to find as well. Of course the wife thought it was from her loving hubby. A little pressure never hurt anyone and the man was too ashamed to admit he was getting blackmailed and to let his wife down who obviously liked this weird role-playing scenarios as well. Disgusting really but to each their own. It was time to pay him a visit again. Everyone had gone home and Leslie walked in dressed like her regular regular teenage self. The man became pale when he saw her. "You are back?" "What? Did you think I send gifts first to show my gratitude about the deal we are going to close and then not show up anymore?" Leslie shook her head and chuckled dryly while she followed the man to his office. He wasn't too happy about the gift but she didn't care. After all she wanted him to still have fun. He was already in trouble so why not keep enjoying what he liked. She had no use for a depressed and scared man. "Grow a pair of balls!" she suddenly shouted at him. "Why are you so scared? I won't tell and what I'm asking doesn't even involve more work for you. All will be arranged for you." The conversation went back and forth quite a while until the man finally caved in and agreed with her. That was one mission accomplished! Off to the next one! With a wide grin she left the post office and promised the man he would be fine. First step of many more to come had been made. The End... Chapter 2 |
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