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Pandora Makes Another Bank Deposit
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Her purse hidden within the folds of her skirt, she enters the bank. It is empty save for two tellers whose heads are bent over counting endless piles of coins. She heads for Count de Moni's desk. The crusty, dessicated old man's eyes light up as he sees her approach. A leer forms on his mouth and he licks his lips, lips being a generous term as they are just two slash marks across his face. His hands summon her forward. "Back so soon? Miss Fireguard, isn't it? I never forget a name, Never forget a name. Come to see me have you? Having trouble managing your account already." He sits back in his chair, tenting his hands and peering at her over them. "I know your type. Pretty little thing without a thought in your head. Not a thought in your head. Well my dear, no worries. Come closer and let me see if I can straighten out the mess you have made." As his leer grows, his yellow teeth, what there were of them, appear like irregular kernels of corn. She speaks softly, still maintaining a pleasant smile on her face. "Hello you nasty old man. There are no witnesses, at least none who can hear me, and now I shall speak to you as I please. Hear me out old man. If you ever, ever lay your filthy hands on me again, I shall find out where you live. And when you awaken, each finger shall be shorn from your hands. which I will carry away in a pickle jar. Perhaps I will use my pinking shears, hmmm. Just like shearing a sheep at home. Clip, clip, clip clip clip. " Makes a cutting motion with her fingers, a soft smile on her face. "Oh, and don't think that you will be able to stop me. For you see, when the pain awakens you, you shall find yourself sewn into your bed. You may thrash about all you wish, but I have a special curved needle that sews deep, and good stout thread." Her nose wrinkles as she sniffs the air. "As my Gran would say, you are naught but a stinking pot of old piss and nightsoil. Now do some work." He rolls back his chair, startled at her words. Spittle flies from his mouth " How dare you... you .." In one quick and elegant sweep of her hand she pushes a pile of papers off his desk. In a loud voice she says, "Let me help you sir!" Moving around the side of the desk she uses her feet to mix up the papers, then bends down and mixes them some more. She hisses at him. "Now clean up this mess. This is an old established and reputable instituition. I believe those were your words yesterday to me. It wouldn't do to have someone think age has overcome you now, would it. They would retire you with a brass watch and a stale ale party." He looks at her with something akin to horror on his face. She can smell his sour sweat and the spittle is now drooling from one corner of his mouth. " You little whore. That's what you are. A little whore, like all the rest..." She stops him with a raise of her hand. " I suggest you get to work" She turns and heads towards one of the other tellers.
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(( LOL Brilliant! Merit given!))
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Pretty Awesome!
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