Post by ISABEL BONAFANTE on Oct 11, 2010 9:33:58 GMT 8
" Two million and that's final!" She yelled to somebody over the phone. "You think it's easy getting that talisman? I could've died getting that crap from a dead person not to mention a couple of stupid freaking hunters trailing up my ass, so you tell your buyer that it's two million or I'll offer it to someone who's not a cheapskate!" She said finally then furiously shut her phone off. "That asshole!" Isabel was barking mad to a dealer she had. It wasn't the first time. She bumped into few cheapskates before and they're the worst businessmen in the world. Desperately looking for quick answers for their business or family or lovelife and yet not generous enough to have it all fixed. But Isabel's a tough one. She name her price and that's it, or higher but she'll love to kill low ballers.
The best place to spot best customers' the Embassy. All sorts of people, businessmen and women and creature spend time to this club. It is risky though as there are times some did not make it out alive, or whole. The owner or owners of the bar according to rumors are unknown though it is said that they are group of plain human, hunters, demon and some other creatures. No wonder why everyone's invited but revealing who you really are is a risky thing to do. There are bouncers of course who pledged to keep the peace and order of the club.
Isabel settled herself in the corner, trying to keep a low profile as hunters may still be in the lookout. Stealing a very rare talisman surely made an impact to the hunters' little organization. Four shots of tequila, four beers and some chips are the only thing she needed at the moment before going back to her hotel room and end the day with a nice hot bath and a very comfortable good night sleep in her silk bedding.
The best place to spot best customers' the Embassy. All sorts of people, businessmen and women and creature spend time to this club. It is risky though as there are times some did not make it out alive, or whole. The owner or owners of the bar according to rumors are unknown though it is said that they are group of plain human, hunters, demon and some other creatures. No wonder why everyone's invited but revealing who you really are is a risky thing to do. There are bouncers of course who pledged to keep the peace and order of the club.
Isabel settled herself in the corner, trying to keep a low profile as hunters may still be in the lookout. Stealing a very rare talisman surely made an impact to the hunters' little organization. Four shots of tequila, four beers and some chips are the only thing she needed at the moment before going back to her hotel room and end the day with a nice hot bath and a very comfortable good night sleep in her silk bedding.