Business As Usual
Title: Business As Usual
Rating: Mature
World: Original
Characters: Kat
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count:
Summary: Just a quick ficlet written as a character development excercise. The idea was to write your character being interviewed for something...
The room seemed to hush as the woman walked up to the table, her heeled shoes clicking against the floor. Several eyes turned to her, looking at her face and finding it hard to tear their eyes away. That was until the woman glared at them; it was then that they all shrank away in fear, the ugly scar forgotten. It was clear she wasn’t someone to be messed with. Silently she pulled up a chair at the largest table and sat down, leaning her elbows on the green surface.
“Deal me in.”
The dealer looked at her, eyes widened in fear.
“Miss… I… uh…. I….” He stuttered, looking desperately towards the large man to his left.
The woman smiled. “Miss… no one has called me Miss in a long time.” She murmured, directing her gaze at the man opposite her, the one the dealer was still looking desperately towards.
“Deal her in.” The man growled. “Kat?”
The woman, Kat, nodded lifting her hand of cards from the table with a stony face.
“You are a hard woman to track down Miss Kat. Especially for one who makes so many waves.” The boss grumbled, placing his cards down and indicating the game now over.
Kat sighed and placed her cards down as well.
“I was looking forwards to a game as well.” She huffed. “Anyway, Mr Garibaldi…”
“Giraldi.”
“Whatever. Anyway, I find that being hard to track down has its advantages, such as it means the cops don’t come knocking on my door early mornings. It also means that I don’t get dragged out by little boys who can’t pay me. I assume you can pay?”
“I can pay.” The man growled.
“Good. Flat rate is three hundred for a straight kill, five hundred if you want me to torture them before I kill them. And if you want them tortured but alive… uh... well they usually die but I can try. That one’s never been asked for before.” Kat smiled her voice eerily light and cheerful. “That’s per person by the way. So… what’s the job?”
“I need to know you can do it.”
“Have you seen my resume? I’m sure I sent it out all neat and faxed, you know, Kat - professional assassin for hire. That one?”
One of the Mob Bosses bodyguards bristled. “Why you bitch, I ought to pull the head off your…”
His sentence was cut off by a thud as he fell to the floor with a knife embedded between his eyeballs. Kat peered under the table at him and shook her head.
“Damn, a bit to the left. I’ll have a work on that.” She sighed. “Interruptions are terribly rude don’t you think? Anyway where was I? Oh yeah, my reputation speaks for itself. So what’s the job?”
Several of the faces around her had blanched, some unable to look away from the dead bodyguard. They’d hardly even seen her move. The boss loosened his collar a little bit
“I need you to get a man for me. Richard Watson.”
Kat nodded. “The big candidate for the new mayor… Why ever would you want him out of the picture? He seems like such a nice man. All sparkly and good and new.”
The boss bristled slightly. “His campaign doesn’t work for us.” He replied simply.
“Straight up kill or do I get to have some fun?” Kat asked idly twirling one of the chips between her fingers. “Of course it’s all up to you, after all you’re the one paying for all my shiny new toys and heaven knows I can’t have fun without shiny toys to play with.”
She heard a mutter going through the assembled crowd. Faint words drifted out to her, crazy, insane, twisted, mad. She huffed through her nose, feeling slightly insulted, and fixed her attention on Antonio Giraldi.
“I just want him dead, no mess no fuss. You can find him…”
Kat sighed and rested her head in her hands, barely listening while the man rambled on about how exactly she needed to find and kill this man. When it needed to be done by, the kind of stuff she guessed other people needed to know. She could find him and kill him that night if she really needed to. She was going to - it was too late now for her to have any real fun with it- but she didn’t need to listen to his directions.
“You’ll be paid when you’ve done the job.”
Now that caught her attention. Her head flew up and she stared at him in disbelief.
“I get one hundred now.” She snapped. “One hundred shiny new untagged and useable bills all of my very own before I even touch the man.”
The boss shook his head. “No way. You’re not running out on a job with my money.”
There was a gasp from the crowd as Kat jumped over the table, sending the other bodyguard to the floor with a deft kick to the skull and holding her favourite blade against Antonio’s neck.
“I get…” she breathed angrily “my money…now. And for your information I never walk out on a job. I am a woman of my word and I am insulted that you would even insinuate otherwise. Unlike you pigs I’m honest. And if you come a foot closer my dress will get all messed up from your boss’s jugular.” Her head whipped around to glare at the bodyguard who was once again on his feet and advancing towards her menacingly.
“Try it. You’d never get out of here alive.”
“Brave.” She murmured. “But I can smell the fear on you Mr Giraldi… really that can’t be your name, it sounds ridiculous. What’s your real name?”
“That is my real name.” He growled.
“Really? Sorry, my mistake.” She glanced sideways at the bodyguard who was yet to move; apparently he valued his boss’s life. “Anyway, where were we? Ah yes… how much do you want to bet on me not being able to get out of here alive? Because from here I can see about thirty people, at least ten - maybe twenty - of whom are far too scared to do anything. Seriously, you need better people, some of these look like their about to soil themselves. I floored your bodyguard with one kick; I can probably kill or kick out most of these people. So really… how much do you want to bet on me not getting out of here alive? Is it more than three hundred?”
The man whimpered as she twisted the blade a little against his neck, a small trickle of blood running down his neck. He attempted to shake his head but was met by a sharp prick from the knife as he moved.
“No.”
“Then wouldn’t it be easier to pay?” She asked sweetly, stepping back and removing the knife. “Oh, you got something on your neck.”
She turned and picked a chip off the table, one with a nice big 100 written across it. Grinning at Antonio she held it up to him.
“Now where do I cash this in?” She giggled.
Disclaimer: I don’t make any money off this writing. Kat belongs to me (although I'm sure she would contest that). It’s fiction and in no way am I saying that anything I write about has or will actually happen (with the exception of reference to true historical events of course).
Bascically I don’t own, I don’t make money, don’t sue.
Author’s Notes: Whoo character development is fuuuun ;)
Rating: Mature
World: Original
Characters: Kat
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count:
Summary: Just a quick ficlet written as a character development excercise. The idea was to write your character being interviewed for something...
The room seemed to hush as the woman walked up to the table, her heeled shoes clicking against the floor. Several eyes turned to her, looking at her face and finding it hard to tear their eyes away. That was until the woman glared at them; it was then that they all shrank away in fear, the ugly scar forgotten. It was clear she wasn’t someone to be messed with. Silently she pulled up a chair at the largest table and sat down, leaning her elbows on the green surface.
“Deal me in.”
The dealer looked at her, eyes widened in fear.
“Miss… I… uh…. I….” He stuttered, looking desperately towards the large man to his left.
The woman smiled. “Miss… no one has called me Miss in a long time.” She murmured, directing her gaze at the man opposite her, the one the dealer was still looking desperately towards.
“Deal her in.” The man growled. “Kat?”
The woman, Kat, nodded lifting her hand of cards from the table with a stony face.
“You are a hard woman to track down Miss Kat. Especially for one who makes so many waves.” The boss grumbled, placing his cards down and indicating the game now over.
Kat sighed and placed her cards down as well.
“I was looking forwards to a game as well.” She huffed. “Anyway, Mr Garibaldi…”
“Giraldi.”
“Whatever. Anyway, I find that being hard to track down has its advantages, such as it means the cops don’t come knocking on my door early mornings. It also means that I don’t get dragged out by little boys who can’t pay me. I assume you can pay?”
“I can pay.” The man growled.
“Good. Flat rate is three hundred for a straight kill, five hundred if you want me to torture them before I kill them. And if you want them tortured but alive… uh... well they usually die but I can try. That one’s never been asked for before.” Kat smiled her voice eerily light and cheerful. “That’s per person by the way. So… what’s the job?”
“I need to know you can do it.”
“Have you seen my resume? I’m sure I sent it out all neat and faxed, you know, Kat - professional assassin for hire. That one?”
One of the Mob Bosses bodyguards bristled. “Why you bitch, I ought to pull the head off your…”
His sentence was cut off by a thud as he fell to the floor with a knife embedded between his eyeballs. Kat peered under the table at him and shook her head.
“Damn, a bit to the left. I’ll have a work on that.” She sighed. “Interruptions are terribly rude don’t you think? Anyway where was I? Oh yeah, my reputation speaks for itself. So what’s the job?”
Several of the faces around her had blanched, some unable to look away from the dead bodyguard. They’d hardly even seen her move. The boss loosened his collar a little bit
“I need you to get a man for me. Richard Watson.”
Kat nodded. “The big candidate for the new mayor… Why ever would you want him out of the picture? He seems like such a nice man. All sparkly and good and new.”
The boss bristled slightly. “His campaign doesn’t work for us.” He replied simply.
“Straight up kill or do I get to have some fun?” Kat asked idly twirling one of the chips between her fingers. “Of course it’s all up to you, after all you’re the one paying for all my shiny new toys and heaven knows I can’t have fun without shiny toys to play with.”
She heard a mutter going through the assembled crowd. Faint words drifted out to her, crazy, insane, twisted, mad. She huffed through her nose, feeling slightly insulted, and fixed her attention on Antonio Giraldi.
“I just want him dead, no mess no fuss. You can find him…”
Kat sighed and rested her head in her hands, barely listening while the man rambled on about how exactly she needed to find and kill this man. When it needed to be done by, the kind of stuff she guessed other people needed to know. She could find him and kill him that night if she really needed to. She was going to - it was too late now for her to have any real fun with it- but she didn’t need to listen to his directions.
“You’ll be paid when you’ve done the job.”
Now that caught her attention. Her head flew up and she stared at him in disbelief.
“I get one hundred now.” She snapped. “One hundred shiny new untagged and useable bills all of my very own before I even touch the man.”
The boss shook his head. “No way. You’re not running out on a job with my money.”
There was a gasp from the crowd as Kat jumped over the table, sending the other bodyguard to the floor with a deft kick to the skull and holding her favourite blade against Antonio’s neck.
“I get…” she breathed angrily “my money…now. And for your information I never walk out on a job. I am a woman of my word and I am insulted that you would even insinuate otherwise. Unlike you pigs I’m honest. And if you come a foot closer my dress will get all messed up from your boss’s jugular.” Her head whipped around to glare at the bodyguard who was once again on his feet and advancing towards her menacingly.
“Try it. You’d never get out of here alive.”
“Brave.” She murmured. “But I can smell the fear on you Mr Giraldi… really that can’t be your name, it sounds ridiculous. What’s your real name?”
“That is my real name.” He growled.
“Really? Sorry, my mistake.” She glanced sideways at the bodyguard who was yet to move; apparently he valued his boss’s life. “Anyway, where were we? Ah yes… how much do you want to bet on me not being able to get out of here alive? Because from here I can see about thirty people, at least ten - maybe twenty - of whom are far too scared to do anything. Seriously, you need better people, some of these look like their about to soil themselves. I floored your bodyguard with one kick; I can probably kill or kick out most of these people. So really… how much do you want to bet on me not getting out of here alive? Is it more than three hundred?”
The man whimpered as she twisted the blade a little against his neck, a small trickle of blood running down his neck. He attempted to shake his head but was met by a sharp prick from the knife as he moved.
“No.”
“Then wouldn’t it be easier to pay?” She asked sweetly, stepping back and removing the knife. “Oh, you got something on your neck.”
She turned and picked a chip off the table, one with a nice big 100 written across it. Grinning at Antonio she held it up to him.
“Now where do I cash this in?” She giggled.
Disclaimer: I don’t make any money off this writing. Kat belongs to me (although I'm sure she would contest that). It’s fiction and in no way am I saying that anything I write about has or will actually happen (with the exception of reference to true historical events of course).
Bascically I don’t own, I don’t make money, don’t sue.
Author’s Notes: Whoo character development is fuuuun ;)