Coffee Bribe
Coffee Bribe
Blue-Vox
Red-Katie
It was a first for Miss Killjoy to be contacted by one of the V’s, especially Vox, yet she suspected it to be a favor of some regard. Though she doesn’t run the segment covering current stocks and company market values, she was well aware of VoxTech’s gradually declining value. Katie made her way downtown, to what she considered to be, an unnecessarily luxury cafe. Reservations were always required, and only available to recognizable figures. She’s an entitled, wealthy, and ruthless woman, but even she understood how much of an eyesore the cafe was. Once downtown, the shiny, matt black building stood before her along the sidewalk. It’s cheap golden handrails attached to the glass doors, with a handful of individuals and couples inside. Right as she grabbed the handle, a familiar voice filled her right ear.
“Just the lady I was looking for! I think this has been a long time coming, Miss Killjoy”
Vox was surprisingly upbeat, throwing Katie off
“It really has, hasn’t it? What took you so long?”
Katie’s teeth slightly clenched from cringing at Vox’s overly positive tone, causing Vox to slightly drop the act
“Oh well… I suppose our lines of work are different, no reason for us to interact particularly often”
“Understandable. Now let’s get seated..”
Katie opened the door for Vox, taking note of his much shorter height, barely matching half his feet. Both were greeted by a thin, lime green waiter. The waiter was tall in stature, presenting themselves as an imp/ succubus type appearance. he guides the two up a set of dark wood steps, accompanied by a clear glass set of side rails. Once arriving to the floor above, Vox and Katie are seated at a small, oval-shaped table. The table is accompanied by two black leather chairs, the armrests studded with metal. A simplistic, one sided menu is presented to both by the waiter, in which both glance at for a few seconds, waiting for the third party to leave.
“Miss Killjoy I’m confident that you’re aware of my companies less than average revenue, as of recent that is”
“Well of course I noticed, and so has everyone else.”
“We’re attempting to… revamp our image a bit and trim the fat with some of our current products.”
Vox reaches into his inner jacket pocket, pulling out a pamphlet, and sliding it before Katie. She picks it up, unfolding it to find flashy discounts, and bulleted points of benefits
“Memberships yearn lots of profit, and we hadn’t considered it… until recently”
“What are you asking of me?” Katie uttered sternly
“A featured segment on your broadcast”
Katie almost laughed from the thought of shilling some tech companies service on her NEWS station. Other patrons on the floor looked in their direction, intrigued by Katie's overreaction
“Oh yeah? How about a good reason, because the fact that you’re an Overlord means little to me.”
Vox was taken aback, a noise exiting his mouth, but drawing it back to rethink his response
“Well, the type of compensation is up to you, but perhaps an exchange in currency is on the table?” His voice was buttery smooth in delivery, ending the sentence in a shit eating grin
“Oh please, you know I’m fucking loaded, so your handouts are unnecessary. Instead.. how about I keep you in my back pocket for a rainy day… a favor for a favor you could say”
Katie utters in a smug, almost condescending tone. She knew the ball was in her court, and was playing a very hard defense
Vox took a moment to form words, not expecting Katie to be so confrontational
“Ok… I suppose that’s fair… but I won’t do ANYTHING, this is a professional transaction, ok?”
“Of course, I’m not some freak that wants you dressed head to toe in latex.” Her elbow placed halfway on the counter, a razor-sharp smile accompanied with it
“Ok enough… you have my contact, so give me a call when you need something… and air this advertisement tomorrow” he says desperately, tapping on the pamphlet while getting up.
He leaves the table without a goodbye, almost in a rush. Perhaps he was becoming uncomfortable, or short on time. The waitress came back while he was leaving, confused and concerned
“Sorry, we just needed a few minutes to talk… I have coffee at home anyway” Katie says while standing up, towering over while walking past the waiter.
Katie left confident, though she did end up succumbing to Vox’s request, it was out of desire for something in return. Vox owed her something, and at some point in time she would use that to her advantage.
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Group art thanking everyone for a million views on a recent preview for the pilot. Posted to the official Hellaverse twitter April 27, 2018.
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Pretty standard RP blog, Katie will be in red text, and Tom will be in blue text.
-Minors DNI!
-No super creepy/weird asks
-don’t be surprised if the response is rude, Katie is a huge bitch :)
-If not in quotations, it is OOC
"Hello, all you disgusting, lowly sinners."
You already know who I am, so please keep in mind I'm the closest thing to royalty you'll ever interact with."
"Feel free to virtually grovel at my fucking feet, or talk your shit."
"This is my personal blog, and has no direct influence or ties to my profession."
"Follow the 666 News Blog for your fill of headlines, talking points, and yours truly."
Cooking with Killjoy! Cannibalistic edition.
"One of my personal favorites, fresh neck!"
"The recipe is simple, and the following is required"
1.First things first, splay that fucking neck open, poke holes and make cuts like you’re doing surgery.
2. Soak the neck in whatever blood choice you prefer. Imp blood is most common. Regardless, soak it for at least a minute, and let it remain idle for a few minutes after so the blood properly sticks.
3. Mix all of your seasonings together, how much of each is up to you of course. Afterwards, apply seasoning to all exposed parts of the neck. The freshly exposed blood will hold the seasoning tight.
4. Once thoroughly seasoned, allow your grill to reach a whopping 666 degrees Fahrenheit! We promise it’s not a gimmick; the unbearable heat will tenderize the neck to perfection.
5. Leave the neck on the grill, covered, for 15 minutes. One advantage compared to the mortal world's ribs, is that you aren't spending hours waiting for it to cook to desired condition.
6. Once the 15 minutes are up, check on how the neck is holding up. 15 minutes is recommended for tenderness, but if you prefer neck crispy, 5 more minutes will get you there. Place the neck on a clean plate, letting it cool for at least a few minutes
7.Once it's cool enough for you, feel free to dig in with whatever rips it apart the best. Neck is a common finger food, but we won't shame one who prefers utensils.
I recently had an interview with Elise, owner of the Veiny Limb Diner, and she too serves this recipe. If you’re short on time, swing by cannibalism Town for Elise’s convenient and delicious smoked Neck.
(hello, I’m tag my rp blog)
Katie…
@hazbinsprotectorxxx
“Yes?”
“Seems that Charlie’s redeemed sinner costed Pentagram city an entire conflict between the exorcists. What an accomplishment”
Hi Katie!I want to give a recap about my Big sister's hotel and-
“If it’s the hotel I think it is, save your breath.”
*AGGRESSIVE TEARING NOISES*
Katie: “GOD FUCKING DAMN IT… my last well-fitted dress.
Tom: *Looks over instinctively from the sound, before laughing hysterically* “Oh…oh my fucking god… *catching his breath through the intense laughter* “Must’ve been stress eating lately, haven’t you?”
Katie: *Turning around with a malicious, gritted smile* mhmm! Yeah Tom?? Wanna keep going? *towering over his short figure, my eyes wide open, words passed through gritted teeth* “Lie to me if you have to… please tell me you didn’t see it… *Katies voice exasperated and uneasy, as she draws a hand to her forehead*
Tom: *Tom doesn’t flinch or shrink from Katie’s threatening figure and words, his smile visible through his mask* “Well I won’t lie, as you wish” *a slight giggle/chuckle persisting through the sentence.*
Katie:*The silence after that was accompanied with the tone of his sentence gave Katie everything she needed to know* “That… will be the only time you ever get a chance to witness seeing ANY woman’s ass…fucking freak” *Her tone stern, dropping to a whisper near the end. She stands back up, her hands instinctively attempting to cover the ripped portion*
Tom:*begins to walk away casually, as if the event never even occurred* Well I’m sure this will be the running joke at the office for a while… maybe forever *looks over his shoulder before exiting the dressing room*
Katie:*tightens her fists out of rage, just before screaming* “I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD TOM, I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU EVER UTTER A WORD OF WHAT YOU SAW” *Her shouting echoing through rooms, as Tom continues to make his way down the hall, seemingly unbothered and satisfied*
“I… can’t say the same. Were you supposed be somebody important?”
(hello, I’m tag my rp blog)
Katie…
@hazbinsprotectorxxx
“Yes?”
"A forgotten face fuck this guy joined the broadcast today! The radio demon, and current Overlord, Alastor! who asked for this fossil?"
"Alastor was very passionate and positive towards Miss Morningstar's hotel! Tom and I have no thoughts on the Hotel As if any of these degenerate losers could change 666 News was happy to speak with him regardless!"
Hell's Red Carpet
The competition amongst media stars is fierce, especially in the pride ring, except for one night a year. 666 News typically wins some bullshit award about being so consistent, but I didn't need a random fancy pants critique to tell me I'm hot shit. The same faces were there for decades, but me, Tom, and the V's usually attract a majority of the crowd. An exception slipped through however, and Alastor's uneasy smile was laid before my eyes. Though it was for a brief moment, only being seen through a crack of other people surrounding us, his face was instantly branded into my mind.
Minutes go by, me and Tom answer questions, and we get pictures of our fantastic outfits mostly me. A moment of brief ease hits me and Tom, as reporters get what they need, and the pictures they desired. Me and Vox never talk, which is a shame considering our attitudes and personalities, yet he is still the only V I wanted to speak to. Valentino disgusts me beyond verbal expression, and Velvette doesn't know enough about traditional news to hold a conversation with me fucking zoomers. As me and Tom separate naturally to seek out our desired people to discourse with, Alastor steps before me.
(Black-Katie, Red-Alastor)
"Miss Killjoy! why I haven't seen you in ages, but I knew you'd be here!" *He grabs Katies hand, forcefully shaking it*
"Right... Alastor... can't say your name has been uttered here for ages, how's that hotel?" *A hint of mockery to my tone*
"Well frankly its going great! Lots of participants rolling through the door just throwing themselves at the wall for a chance at redemption." *Glances around the room, noticing the journalists and reporters seeping away from our general area* "Now that we're a bit more... secluded... let's have a word"
*He gently directs Katie towards a back-area storage unit, the lowly lit room filled with shipping containers and camera equipment.*
"What the hell could you possibly NEED to speak to me about, because this is our first time interacting in years"
*she instinctively pulls out a pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket, getting ready to ignite the end.*
"Unless you're shooting your shot maybe?" *Scoffing at her own idea*
*Alastor stands tall, not meeting Katies height, but still formidable appearing* "I wouldn't think of it, ever."
*His tone was dead cold, his smile barley holding on*
"I could care less about your work, but when it involves slandering Charlies name and efforts, I must step in"
*Katie huffs and blows a cloud of smoke away from Alastor, her tone remaining stern* "Oh yeah? You defending that shit-tastic concept of a method of redemption? That's how you make your great return?"
*Katie chuckles while taking another puff, tapping the ashes to the floor. she paces the room, heels clacking loudly with every step*
"Thats not the point, Katie... slandering the hotel is one thing, but the princess of hell is too far." *His voice was almost aggressive and frustrated in nature, his eyes narrowing towards Katie*
"Let it be known... that if I ever hear any slander regarding Charlie on your broadcast again, I will not hesitate to add you to mine"
*Alastor leans against his cane, a static-like pressure filling the room for a brief moment. Katie eventually turns to face him, stomping her cigarette into the floor, and returning the same narrow gaze*
"I'll stop giving her shit, once she gets it together. Nobody can take her seriously, and nobody wants to listen to her nonsense."
*Katie takes a few steps closer to Alastor, clearly not intimidated by his words*
"You adding me to your list of screams won't change the fact, that Lucifers spoiled bitch can't control anything down here"
*Katie's figure leans down, looking down at Alastor as if he was inferior. Al doesn't flinch in the slightest, his smile ingraining into Katies brain more with every second looking at it*
*A few seconds go by of the two glaring into each other's souls, Alastor finally breaking the stare with a blink and a hum*
"Well, I suppose my job is done here, You have been warned after all. On behalf of all the residents, Charlie, and I, we implore you to give redemption a shot... seems you need it."
*Alastor turns to leave, humming as he does so. Katie is left in her almost stuck posture of slightly leaning over, shook by Alastor's lack of action*
*With the only sounds being the clack of Alastor's shoes fading away, Katie is left to wonder if she should think twice of making another mockery of Charlie*
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