From: sim	Date: November 27th, 2010 04:21 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Ten bucks" he said stubbornly, figuring he could get the money off Gray, perhaps winning it in a bet.

	From: babalon	Date: November 27th, 2010 10:06 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Emilie rolled her eyes. "Fat chance, Simon." She said simply. She pulled a vial of thin liquid that sizzled slightly inside the glass and set it on the counter. The liquid was about the same green as her hair.

"Thank you, Madame." Emilie paid, bowing her head politely while the woman behind it slipped the vial into an white paper bag and sealed it shut with a black wax seal.

"I hope he hasn't caused you too much trouble, and I'll make sure he sees himself out."

By that, Emilie meant fling open the door and drag Sim out into the alley by the front of his shirt.

	From: sim	Date: November 27th, 2010 11:43 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Sim had no choice but to follow the green haired girl with a groan, turning his head back to the counter and staring at it longingly as it disappeared behind the shop door. Once outside, he continued to bug Emilie all the way up the street.

"Twenty bucks. Come on! That's a fair deal" he moaned as they reached the edge of the Rue.

	From: crescentcitynpc	Date: November 28th, 2010 12:42 am (UTC)		(Link)

A man with tattered clothing and a scarred face stood on his milk crate, a sign rested at his feet reading Homeless Veteran- Please Help!. With an impassioned burst he began preaching, catching the attention of a few passersby. "They are here among us! The devil's servants are hidden here doing his work!" He pointed at some of the people who were surrounding him. “They come to us in the guise of those we trust the most! Our friends, our family, school children and the elderly!”

A girl with vibrant green hair caught his eye. He pointed at her, looking directly into her eyes he continued. "They wear hideous faces, false faces, and the faces of the innocent! Don't let them fool you! Their intentions are impure!"

	From: babalon	Date: November 28th, 2010 09:35 am (UTC)		(Link)

"No deal." Emilie laughed, too amused by his desperation. She wanted to see how high he was willing to bring the price before he gave up.

It was then when she noticed the familiar crazed yelling of a street preacher. She listened, for a moment, carefully considering her actions, her expression showing nothing but irritation.

"Ave Satana!" she finally laughed, her eyes still locked with the crazed homeless man's. "Hail Satan! Lord of Darkness, King of Hell, Ruler of the Earth, God of this World!" Of course, she didn't mean any of it. She didn't believe in god or the devil any more than most atheists. She just liked to start trouble. Satanist she may have been, but it was just a name.

"Right," Emilie rolled her eyes and continued to walk in the direction that led them back to the school.

	From: sim	Date: November 28th, 2010 10:05 am (UTC)		(Link)

Sim laughed loudly as the crowds gasped and looked up at the preacher man for his reaction. Emilie was incredibly adept at causing a scene, one of the things he liked about her.

Beginning to follow Emilie again, Sim turned round once,cupping his hands tohis mouth and shouting. "And why don't you get a real fucking job!"

	From: crescentcitynpc	Date: November 28th, 2010 10:27 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Fiends!!" he almost stumbled backward making a cross out of his fingers. "They walk among us!" he shouted frantically pointing at the two teenagers. "The Devil's servants will prey on the innocent!"

Unnerved, he went back to mumbling to himself about the Devil's work.

	From: babalon	Date: November 28th, 2010 11:22 am (UTC)		(Link)

Sim's comment had Emilie genuinely laughing for once. Which must have been the reason she hung out with him as much as she did. She was still grinning when she realized she'd forgotten her visit to Libris Tacitus.

Emilie stopped, turned, and sighed, looking toward the homeless man. They would have to walk past Crazy McHomeless, and then she'd have to sit through at least 20 minutes interrogation from Sim.

"Shit. I forgot something. I'll catch you later, okay?" She said to Sim, sounding a little too nice in her effort to ditch him as she started walking back in the direction they'd come from.

	From: sim	Date: November 28th, 2010 11:39 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Wait! You haven't agreed to do my homework" he said, wounded, as if this was a perfectly reasonable thing to agree to. And now he was following her again, the drone of the crazy preacher getting nearer.

"What if that guy tries to slit your throator something? Best have a real man to accompany you."

	From: crescentcitynpc	Date: December 2nd, 2010 12:07 am (UTC)		(Link)

The homeless man's eyes widened as he saw the green haired girl and her friend approaching again. His hair stood on end. "Back heathens! Back to the firey gates of Hell from which you came! Do not pollute us with your evil ways!" he screeched from his milk carton.

	From: babalon	Date: December 4th, 2010 09:55 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Emilie, being from New York, knew better than to interact with homeless men. You dealt with them by ignoring them, and moving on as quickly as you could. Anything less incurred nothing but needless harassment, and possible violence. She knew, and yet.. she turned on one sharp heel and stood her ground.

"Or what? What the fuck are you going to do about it?"

It seemed that her time at CCI had given Emilie a developed feeling of invincibility.

	From: sim	Date: December 4th, 2010 10:01 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Today was turning out a lot more interesting than Sim had first imagined as he looked on gleefully as they started to attract a bit of attention. He puffed his chest out slightly and stood next to Emilie trying hard not to smile.

	From: crescentcitynpc	Date: December 4th, 2010 10:34 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"You bring back darkness and despair with your evil ways! You spread it like a sickness that only fire can cure!" he spat venom from his milk crate.

"We must look in the face of evil and be not afraid to destroy it!"

	From: babalon	Date: December 4th, 2010 10:43 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Yeah yeah yeah, blah blah blah," Emilie rolled her eyes, ignoring the wrenching feeling in the pit of her stomach that came at the threat of fire. Furthermore, she was officially arguing with a crazy homeless man. She was pretty sure that made her the crazier one.

"You didn't answer my question, dick-head. You just gonna yell at people and hope they find Christ? Do you really think threat of damnation even works on people these days?"

	From: sim	Date: December 4th, 2010 10:50 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Sim nodded furiously, grinning. "You're shit mate!" He added with joy.

	From: crescentcitynpc	Date: December 4th, 2010 11:02 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"You lead the flock away with your falsehoods! Your power is only given to you by the Devil to trick God's flock to you! Someone must lead the innocent back to the truth! Some day you will see that your evil ways will lead to your demise!"

	From: babalon	Date: December 4th, 2010 11:11 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"What falsehoods?" Emilie snorted, "Get yourself to a shelter, and out of my fucking face. I hear the soup's free!"

	From: sim	Date: December 4th, 2010 11:19 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"If you keep shouting at people in public you should worry about your own demise" Sim shouted back, not really bothered about looking entirely crazy himself.

	From: crescentcitynpc	Date: December 4th, 2010 11:36 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"A day of reckoning will come and you will see! You will all see! Those undeserving of God's mercy will fall and the innocent will ascend with Him in His glory," he fell into mumbling to himself again and hopped off his milk crate. He sat down on it and held his knees, rocking back and forth to comfort himself. "Madness, madness, they bring madness."

	From: babalon	Date: December 5th, 2010 12:04 am (UTC)		(Link)

"I welcome that day!" Emilie grinned and shook her head, knowing full well that Rapture, like the rest of the man's religion, was just a myth.

Then again, most people thought witches were just a myth. She didn't bother thinking about this. Instead she turned to her friend and rolled her eyes with a laugh--intensely casual despite the fact that the two of them had just gotten into a heated argument in public with an obviously crazy homeless guy.

"Fuck this, guy's crazy." Emilie affirmed before starting to head back toward the book shop again.

	From: sim	Date: December 5th, 2010 12:09 am (UTC)		(Link)

"Crazy and he smells like shit" Sim added, spitting on the floor near where the man was rocking back and forth. He followed the green haired girl again, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"So anyway, about you doing my homework..."