Affluenza || Elijah Sept 8, 2013 11:22:23 GMT -4
Post by Avery Barlow on Sept 8, 2013 11:22:23 GMT -4
"Don't forget to add the hearts!"
"I would never."
Avery drew a couple over-exaggerated hearts all over the message she had just dictated and signed the girl's name at the bottom (although this stupid woman had insisted it was spelled "Marilee", Avery went ahead and spelled it "Mary Lee"). Normally she would let the client write their own damn messages, but this woman had insisted that Avery do it, leaving her with a suspicion that this woman couldn't write. She didn't care; she had already been paid for this job -- a long silver locket embedded with some gem in the center of the oval hanging from the chain. She personally had no use for something like that, but she had meant some Overminds of Greed who would bend over backwards for a grab at anything shiny and gleaming. She could certainly trade up from that.
It was an easy job for her, particularly because she had initially been left wondering just why the hell Mary Lee had hired her in the first place. She had gone to Avery to hire her. While Avery normally didn't care enough to ask questions, she had to wonder what would motivate this woman to have her deliver some stupid message like this. Maybe she thought it was romantic. From what she had heard from this woman, the "Elijah" she was sending this to probably didn't feel quite the same way, and a ton of hearts scribbled all over probably weren't going to adhere his heart to poor little Mary Lee.
"Don't forget that he lives by the big university thing."
"Good to know. Is that all?"
Mary Lee fished about in her own bag, pulling out an old grocery bag that was all balled up. There was obviously something inside, and Avery had a few guesses as to what it was. Regardless, she took it from her and stuffed it in the satchel that hung at her hip, where she usually put smaller packages. "Bring that to him! And don't open it. I mean it." Avery nodded noncommittally and kicked off the kickstand of the bicycle that she had already perched herself atop of. She closed the notepad she had scavenged -- there were a few pages left inside, she noted, and she would have to get another one -- and put that in another pocket of her bag before riding off.
She had made deliveries to the university before, but given the vague place that Mary Lee had told her to go, with no guarantee that this Elijah would even be home, she was left to make her own assumptions about where he would live. Since Mary Lee had found it important enough to mention that he lived near there, Avery figured that he probably lived somewhere on the grounds. There was also the matter of him living somewhere that had a bed. Judging from the poorly-veiled hints at what Mary Lee and Elijah had done together (usually followed by some taboo giggles), Avery could also guess that he lived somewhere with a bed. It would take her awhile to go through the dormitories, so she figured she might start in one of the fraternities instead.
The first one she saw read "Phi Alpha Pi" across the top, and she stopped, putting her foot down and kicking down the stand so her bicycle would stay up. She got off the bike and walked up to the front door, pressing her ear to it. Judging from the sounds emanating from inside, there was somebody home -- namely, two somebodies. So she had been right. Mary Lee was obviously professing love to the wrong player. It wasn't Avery's business to make sure that Mary Lee was happy with the outcome of the delivery. She grabbed the notepad from her satchel and balled her hand up into a fist before banging on the door a few times.
"Courier!" she called, leaning against the wall to the side of the door. She read over the message to herself, debating whether or not she should recite it to Elijah. Obviously she wouldn't put the same wistful, loving tone to it as Mary Lee had, but she figured it could be entertaining. "For Elijah!"