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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Sept 14, 2008 13:18:46 GMT -1
Autumn rushed through the main doors, waving her id badge at the security desk and charging into the private elevator. Pressing her thumb against the small screen and pushing her id pass into the little slot the elevator buzzed into life and shot up, taking her to then main offices of The Fifth. Monday mornings were never a good thing for Autumn, the weekend did not feel like it was over and she still had Sunday's hangover throbbing against her skull. She pushed a stray strand of her long dark hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear.
"I'm late...late...late..." She muttered under her breath and began to pat down her black pencil skirt and straighten out her simple white blouse. The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened to reveal a large floor filled with bustling activity. Men and women confined behind their little glass cubicles, shouting at each other, telephones ringing, papers and files being passed around. To the general observer it looked like any other office. It was not.
Autumn stepped out of the elevator and walked across the floor, her four inch black heels tapping against the marble floor. She pushed through anxious co-workers, on their way to the coffee machine and pushed through the line, taking her large black thermal cup and filling it with the hot, black liquid she needed to get through the day. She gave polite smiles to those she had pushed in front of and they smiled back, moving out of her way. She technically was their boss.
"Miss Walker.....!" Autumn turned to find a small, skinny young man come running toward her, clutching a handful of text books and waving a sheet of paper at her, "Miss Walker, we need to discuss the events in Cardif...The were-wolf...not to mention...what was it.."
Autumn ignored him shaking her head as he muttered about Were-wolves and Demons. He was Archer Rayne, and though his name suggested some one of grandeur and authority, he was the tech support. A genius with a photographic memory who knew everything and anything about the supernatural world. He was her walking, talking encyclopedia.
Autumn reached the glass doors of her office and pushed them open, stepping inside before turning around and facing Archer.
"It's nine AM, I'm hungover, i have not had any coffee and i got my period today, fuck off and come back in a hour..."
Autumn closed the doors and turned ans rested her back on the door, taking a long sip of her coffee and letting out a heavy sigh.
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Post by Lucifer on Sept 14, 2008 15:51:36 GMT -1
Lucifer had been sat at the desk of Autumn, sat in her chair with his feet on the hard wodden surface and leaning back in the leather chair. He had watched her enter and grinned widely. Their...Friendship so to speak, was, troubled. He liked to annoy the shit out of her and she followed suit by pissing him off. An equal troublesome partnership.
"Awww diddums, monday morning hangover?" His black leather trouser were faded and battered, tucked into egaully worn leather boots. He wore no top, the pale toned lines of his chest on show for everyone, and he knew everyone loved to look. He was gorgeous, and people would be idiots not to desire him. If, they did however turn him down, he found interesting ways to make them regret that choice.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Sept 14, 2008 15:56:34 GMT -1
Autumn had not even been paying attention, her acute senses should of picked up on Lucifer being in the building, but the hangover and morning rush was clouding her abilities. She frowned and glared at him over her coffee cup, her brow crumpling up as she glared with her pale green hues.
"Fuck off Morningstar, I'm not the mood."
She had known Morningstar for three years, he had found her and saw it fit to rattle her cages and piss of her off at every chance he got. He found it amusing annoying a member of The Fifth, one who in turn had very little faith in god. Autumn was scepticle, even after everything she had seen and questioned if God was all powerful why he would allow such evil to occur in the world. Of course she also knew allot of that evil was the work of demons and Fallen Angels. Sometimes things were just too complicated to think about.
Autumn moved over to her desk and proceeded to push Lucifer's legs off and pushed the chair away, opening up the drawer on her desk and tossed her keys and cell phone inside.
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Post by Lucifer on Sept 14, 2008 16:25:04 GMT -1
Lucifer let out a eerie, almost crazed like laugh when Autumn pushed his legs off the desk and then pushed the chair away. He rolled a foot then pushed the chair right back behind the desk and threw Autumn a cheeky wink.
"You're never in the mood hunney bun, that's why i keep coming back...don't you know...a man always loves a chase."
Autumn was a hot piece of ass and he wanted nothing more than to grab her, throw her onto the desk and take her. But, that was not an option, to take Autumn like that would be fun, fuck, it would be hell of a lot of fun, but Lucifer found it far more entertaining being a general pain in her back side.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Sept 14, 2008 16:28:58 GMT -1
Autumn let out a sigh of disgust and thought about pushing him away from her desk again, but submitted and walked over to the small leather sofa and sat down. Her office was large, though not too large to feel cold. The front side of the offce was a wall of glass looking down from across the city of London. The walls were decorated tastefully in classical prints and canvases, and a large book case filled the side wall, covered in dusty copies of various occult books and demonologies. Many had been given to her by Lucifer himself.
"What do you want?"Autumn asked dryly, "Don't you have to go pose infront of the camera?" She knew Lucifer owned a modeling agency and had in turn been a model himself.
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Post by Lucifer on Sept 14, 2008 17:49:53 GMT -1
Lucifer pushed back into the chair and rested his legs once again on the desk, keeping his darkened eyes on Autumn. He allowed his glamour to fade to reveal the black pools of his eyes, empty darkness where light should of been.
"Not today sweet cheeks, today is all about you, besides, You know how much the Vatican love my little visits to se you." He gave a light chuckle wondering how long it would take before she got really angry with him.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Sept 16, 2008 8:57:36 GMT -1
Autumn sighed, knowing full well she would get a phone call after Lucifer left, asking what he had spoken to her about. No one seamed to wish to halt his mild stalking of her, after all, as far as she knew, he spoke to no other members of The Fifth. She watched his eyes turn black and looked away, finding it a little to unnerving.
"Look Lucifer, just get to the point, why are you here?!" She leaned against the back of the sofa and folded her arms across her chest. Her breath became rapid as she felt herself grow more agitated the longer Lucifer was in the room. He had that effect on her, he got her mad, crazy mad.
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Post by Lucifer on Sept 16, 2008 9:01:03 GMT -1
Lucifer pulled his legs off her desk and rose up from the chair, striding toward her. Out of thin air a book materialized in his hand and he placed it beside her on the sofa. He flashed a wink and a smile toward her, sensing her becoming more and more angry. Her pulse quickening her breathing increasing in speed, she was almost ready to pop.
"I'm not always the bad guy, the book should help you..I wrote it..." He looked down at the leather bound book, "Enjoy reading the gospel of Lucifer...." And he vanished, teleporting back into Hell.
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