George!

PLACE Aston
WEATHER Cold and raining a little bit
TIME after 9 pm
ATTIRE outfit

“Priscilla, you are in luck, I have a new job for you” Garrett’s voice called out from the other room in the small shop, making the longhaired semi blond woman look up from her phone, towards the open door, it was office that was in dire need of a fix up, but it was like it was always on the bottom on the list that Garrett wanted to do in his life, as long as he could sit in his old black leather chair, chucking down beers while watching for new jobs on the tv and listing in on the police radio. “Well then, what is it?” she shouted back, only to hear the breath of an old overweight man, that seriously needed to lay of the drinks and cigarettes. “One – moment” he hitched as he started to push things around to get by with his big belly.
Her hazel brown eyes started looking around with a bored look, the stench of old smoke and stale beer was penetrating her nose, as she tried to take her mind off things, finally her eyes landed on a long triangle block was standing on a worn-down desk, white letters on a black surface, Bounty Hunters Office, Garrett Dent. She would wish that she didn’t need to work for Garrett fucking Dent, but she needed the money and even as it was always shitty jobs, Garrett had a way of always finding the best paid ones.
“Alright George Watworth, 25 years old, skipped a court meeting and a find was put down for 100.000” – “what!?” Priscilla’s voice rang out as she grabbed the file and looked it over, brown short hair, almost 190 cm heigh, athletic body type, brown eyes and freckles. What had he done to get that heigh a price on his head? She looked over the charges and started widening her eyes “Destroying police property, assaulting police officer – did someone post bail?” Garrett nodded and started eating his half finish cheese pretzel “Jep, well and now they want him back of course” he talked with his mouth full “Well you know the drill” Priscilla nodded and closed the file as she skipped out the door, this was going to be a good evening, she would even reward herself with some nice takeout and a medium-priced wine when she got him.
if it had just been that easy.


Priscilla had slung her body in the backseat of her old mini cooper, it had a grey black paint and even if it wasn’t the most invisible car, she loved it almost as much as she would believe people loved pets and their children, not that she really understood that part. Pets was too much of a job, and children, maybe she should just stop her thoughts about that – what her mother would say if she heard her views on having children. Hated them, thought they were ugly – they even scared her a little bit, looking like wrinkled small alien humans.
She sighed as she once again threw a yellow baseball up against the cars roof to catch it again, a little game to make her think about anything else than the failure of this job, how could she not find him? Then out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure, dark hair, tall – she sat up quickly bombing her head into the roof “Fuck that hurt” she mumbled as she took the guy in, that had to be him! Finally!

The thunderbird was out the car, closed and locked it before she took of running. He was passing an ally as she jumped him “finally got you George, you son of a bitch!” she yelled as she pinned him to the ground.

She looked down at the man under him, the feeling around her fingers that was closed around his wrist was sending pulses through her body that she didn’t understand. Well, she did, it was the same feeling when flying through thunderstorms, the lightning gracing her wings making her feel like she was home. It was the whole feeling of it, that was being so weird and alien for her. She didn’t do relationships; she didn’t do the whole romantic idiotic I forget who I am thing. But then there were his smirk and the small freckles over his nose. The blue eyes looking into hers, almost mesmerizing her, wait blue eyes?
Blue eyes!?
“You got to be kidding me!” she shouted, this was not George!? Five god damn days, and the first man looking like him, it wasn’t? She could scream! So, the heavens did it for her and a lightning struck down beside the two bodies on the ground.
She looked down again, snarling as he asked if she was going to move or keep sitting. “You know what, maybe I will keep sitting – making sure that this day wasn’t a total waste and your inspiration just sink in a little more, and you seem like a very nice chair, so just, hush while I figure out what I do know” she was not in the mood for some jokester that would make fun of this idiotic situation.

A person walked by looking a little worried that a man and a woman was position like that in broad daylight. “Young lady, this is not a place for prostitutes! This is a nice neighborhood” what!? Lighting struck down again and her whole body was almost vibrating with power while she glowered at him.  “Well, if I want to have sex with my man on the streets, it’s not my problem that a pervert wants to watch!” she yelled after him as the older man quickly started walking away “prostitute” she huffed "fucking twat"

She was getting so tired of people telling her how she should act.
Ask nicely Priscilla. Behave Priscilla. How about a please and thank you Priscilla. Priscilla could you not be so load? She pushed her lips together in a thin line, and her nose started to wrinkle clearly not amused by the fact of how he was talking to her. But in all other scenarios she just turned it around. “So sorry sir, I will note your complaint for future reference, when meeting you again” she said with a beautiful smile and a soothing love voice.
Then he was gone, she looked down at the wet unforgiving pavement, the rain coming down angrier than before and she could almost feel how her hair was turning.
“Don’t turn” she whispered clearly to herself, his voice hit her again and she got slowly up again. She just needed to ask the right people. Was that right? She took a deep breath and started walking towards him. So, he was some kind of witch? Interesting. Maybe he could help, but for what price and why. She took another step forward, her blond hair sticking to her wet skin and a small smile forming on her lips.

“Right so you just want to help the annoying shouting girl, because what, the in goodness of your heart?” he asked and put her arms in front of her chest while she pressed her eyes slightly together. “Sorry whatever your name is, but you don’t really give me the vibe of a person that does anything without getting something in return –“ now she was standing right in front of him looking up “So, what will it cost me? And I already have a feeling that it isn’t money” but well for over a hundred grand she could sell her soul easily. She just wanted to know the person she would sell her soul too.