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Vignette - New and Improved
Dramatis Personae Anette
In Absentia	2015-11-08 Anette continues her path of self-medication.
Location <NYC> - Bronx
Straying from the main roads, Anette takes the alleys, lurking in between buildings and sticking to the shadows. Which, considering the late hour, really isn’t that difficult. The chillier temps also help her blend in quite easily, a long coat both protects her from the chill and hides her wings, leather gloves do the same for her talons. An intimidating leather clad figure, coupled with a determined walk and the addition of piercing yellow eyes lead most everyone to avoid her and she walks through uninterrupted. Her steps are careful and calculated, her destination known well and in fact, it takes very little time for her to reach it. She leans up against a building, pulling her cell phone out and quickly typing into it. (Anette --> G) I’m here. No English. Roughly thirty seconds after she hits sending, a tall Hispanic looking man approaches. Of course, Anette sensing his approach, is already looking up expecting him. The man stops a good ten feet away from Anette, giving her a quick glance over before raising his phone he had been holding on to and texting into it. (G --> Anette) u dont look sick. cash? (Anette --> G) Never said I was. Cash. After hitting send, Anette slips a hand into the front of coat and pulls out a brown, manila envelope. She holds it up from G to see before giving it a gentle underhanded toss in his direction. He catches it and peeks inside, his expression turning dark as he tucks the envelope under his arm and resumes texting, his fingers pressing the keys extra firmly. (G --> Anette) this ain’t enough!! i told you the price! i can get ur usual, not what u want (Anette --> G) It’s all I can afford! I need the new stuff! (G --> Anette) waste of tiem… The envelope of money suddenly lands at Anette’s feet, surprising even her. Angrily shoving his phone into his pocket, he begins to storm off the way he came. Quickly, Anette types into her phone, looking up with anticipation as G’s pocket begins buzzing. He pauses before slowly reaching in and pulling out his phone. A quick glance at the message and he’s turned around, staring incredulously at Anette before he blinks out of his shock and quickly types a response. (Anette --> G) I know who attacked Chang. (G --> Anette) who was it? (Anette --> G) Can’t say. But I can promise he will not be an issue for you. A few moments pass as G presses his lips together, eyes narrowed as he weighs his options. Finally, he slowly taps a message. (G --> Anette) lets talk For the better part of an hour, text messages are sent back and forth, either of them hardly stopping. A constant flow of messages, deals, proof, and so on back and forth. Finally, Anette picks up the money that had been tossed at her feet, handing it over. G counts the money again before pocketing it and reaching into his own coat and pulling out a sandwich bag of white crystals. Perhaps a bit eagerly, Anette yanks the bag from his hand and shoves it into a coat pocket, quickly turning tail and heading back the way she came towards civilization.