Working Girl... Robot?

Summer 2021, Week 4

Thursday evening

Velvet Rose, Port Victoria

Vale

Heartbroken, lost, worthless, forgotten about, all emotions and states of being that Vale was used to. This was her life. Yet for some reason this last disappointment burned a lot more then she was expecting. She had trusted her. Trusted the safety of this new home... She had even considered it home. Tilting her head to the left she spit down on the road to her side. Last time she made that mistake. Shaking her head a bit hidden underneath the dark blue hood she did her best to kick the thoughts. For now she was warm, tight only slightly ripped jeans, clean undergarments, a black shirt and a hoodie. Had food in her... engine? That thought alone caused the lights across her body to flash an odd yellow color. Another shake of her head and she was back to glowing just a calm yet slightly eerie green. She needed to stay focused. She was warm and fed for now. Even had a bit of strength in her arms yet she needed to find work, shelter and possibly friends. One thing she learned working, was friends were important tools. Looking up she gave a week smile. She had been standing in line for about ten minutes. Not a long time all things considered, but long enough to let her mind race. This was a long shot after all, but another dancer had already jumped ship to the Velvet Rose. With luck, they would take her in as well.  

Storyteller

The bouncer, a large, dark skinned black man in a black and gold suit, stood between the line of clubgoers and the door, the red neon rose high above him the only defining mark of the building. He looked down to her, expressionless as he awaited the passphrase.  

Vale

"I...I'm Vale. An...and" She had said it a thousand times in her head, word for word. Just walk up and say your name and you want a job. You're cute, most people think you're beautiful even with your odd soft skin and bright glowing blue eyes. Yet she couldn't. Standing before the bouncer the retaliation of her position hit home a bit to hard. She was again alone... with nothing to her name not even a job... Getting ready to beg someone for a little bit of help because she was an Evo... Golden tears dripped down from her eyes, which swapped off their soft blue to a weak gold, then a soft orange unable to keep her emotion's in check.   "I Need a job" she cried, golden tears pouring down her face to a back light of orange glowing. "I can dance, imagreatbartendericancleanivedonejustabouteveryladyofthenightthereisi.i.i.i" She rambled like only a young female could, a thousand words a second coming out her soft lips. Her emotions pulsed wildly with the lights on her body, Many of them seeming to glow through the fabric of her clothing as she rambled one

[You can't help but love me. (Pather) Minor -1ep 14/15]

 

Storyteller

The man watched her change, the lights and colours, the emotions which poured from her, tilting his head to the side as he raised a finger to his ear, though said nothing. After a moment, he nodded to her, stepping to the side and motioning for her to enter. "Neon will take you to see the boss in V.I.P. Purple chick, can't miss her."  

Vale

While the rest of the line was now staring at the odd robo girl, a few of which were crying and reaching in their pockets as if to pull out her wallet. She was entirely focused on the large darkskined bouncer before her. Taking his hand in hers she shook, rabidly. "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!"   Perhaps he would pull away from the cool touch of her skin. Perhaps he would find how her hand seemed to warm, and contour to his a bit odd. The silicone that was her skin seeming to adjust just a small bit to better hold the large man's hand, yet he would find the small girl a lot stronger if he did. Her grip was a crushing steel. A soft vice grip of machinery that would threaten to pulverize a normal human's fragile phalanges which each rough shake of her hand. A final shake and she rushed in past him, her eyes sweeping left and right for the large "purple chick" A steady click of her heel on the floor the only noise she made.  

Storyteller

The doorman's eyes narrowed at the odd display, bringing his other hand to hers in an attempt to console the woman, returning to his duties.   The interior of the club was seprated into three distinct sections. The main dance floor seemed to consist of standard clubgoers, the average attire somewhere between elegant gala and goth club, the heavy, dark synth music pulsing as red and white lights shifted over the dancers. The second section seemed much calmer, booths and bar stools in black and red leather or suede lined the far corner of the building, lit in softer red lighting, splotched with cool white, the long bar counter manned by three bartenders, a man, a woman, and a man in thick black goggles, his skin seeming a bit... scaley? The final section, the V.I.P. , was empty, a tall black metal staircase leading up to a much dimmer seating section. Guarding the staircase was a fairly tall woman, her bright purple eyes and hair pulled back into a ponytail, two locks of hair framing her face. The black and purple suit jacket she wore seemed more formality, laid over black tactical pants and a purple tank top. "You wanted a meeting with Mr. Darke?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.  

Vale

Vale, as normal, was not dressed for the occasion. Her dark hoodie and jeans made her look more out of place than her slightly reflective skin. Though for once. When she had on clothes that didn't make her look like what she actually was. She strode across the club confidence seeming to grow with every step she took. The click of her heel seeming to disappear as she walked with light and lighter steps. She may not know how to handle large crowds... but that was until the lights were on, until the music was playing, until the clothes hit the floor, until all eyes were on her. She was barefoot, not that anyone would notice as her skin had already formed over there. The silicone having hardened to a pair of heeled "fuck-me" boots, that ended about half way up her thigh, or sometimes shrunk down to her ankle depending on her mood. The lights across her body flashed in time with the music that filled her ears. Pulsing different colors to match. "Ye....yeah ...I mean yes Ma'am I would like to speak to Mr." She rolled her tongue across her plump lips slowly as if savoring his name. "Mr Darke."  

Storyteller

The woman nodded, motioning for another security personel to take her place as she led Vale up into the V.I.P. section, empty and dark, the shadowstrewn upper level contained only a single figure. In the far booth, situated with sightlines to most places in the club, Mr. Darke surveyed his domain. Though the majority of his upper half was heavily obscured in shadow, his hand on the table drummed slowly, the long black nails tapped noiselessly, the tips of his fingers blackened the same shade, as if each digit terminated in a talon of near pure darkness. His pale, icy blue eyes shone through the shadow, turning to face the woman as he motioned for her to take a seat across from him.  

Vale

Her confidence didn't leave her as she slid into the booth. Tossing her right leg over her left, she rested both her hands in front of her leaning forward a bit as she did. To be honest, she was rarely sure why she moved the way she did. Almost as if her body was moving on its own. To better... "protect" her. Helping her seem more sultry, more... adult when it was needed too. Leaning slightly forward on her arms she pushed her shoulders together giving her bust a bit of a extra push forward as she looked towards the man merely known as Mr. Darke through her long lashes. "Mr Darke, I must say it is quite an honor!"   Of course it did nothing to hide her girlish enthusiasm that slipped from her voice instead of womanly lust. The light on her forehead blinked slowly before coming to a steady stop at a low purple illuminating the table before them. Fingers interlaced with each other, her nails seeming to match the light in the soft purple. Yet her eyes betrayed her, a weak blue hue showing off the difference between her body and mind... Confidence and sadness/fear.  

Jonothan Darke

"You know me then?" he asked, eyeing her like a jaguar, his gaze not lingering anywhere, just analyzing the strange figure before him. Her purple glow cast the light upwards onto him, shadows dancing across his face in odd angles. His platinum blonde hair combed back, his eye twitching as he processed the shift from arrival to seated across from him. "I was told you seek employment." The proprietor's voice was plain, emotionless, as befitting a man of his stature.  

Vale

While Vale's voice was wild, untamed and full of her emotion. She was easier to read than a book... Yet it was a book with to many pages. Her voice claimed one thing, her body language claimed another all while her eyes spoke a third truth. A quiet flick of her tongue licked across her lips. An unblinking glow fallowing the man's eyes. Prey that had no idea it was prey. Prey that wasn't scared. "Yes, That I do. I need work."   She didn't understand were she sat. How to play deals made with figures of powers. More then willing to toss out her entire hand and how desperate she was in the opening move. "Any work. I can do just about anything... will do just about anything for room and board... and I mean anything." She stared towards him now, her soft purple eyes glowing darker, less innocent more. Clear on just how much she was willing, and needed.  

Jonothan Darke

"There's... no need for that, child." He raised a hand to stop her, motioning to the dancefloor. "The Velvet Rose is haven to all our kind. Those in my employ are often much like yourself, lost and alone in a cruel, hateful world. Tell me child, your abilities... what is it you were gifted with?"  

Vale

"My ab... You mean my this?" Vale would lift her arm up, letting her sleeve fall away. The hoodie didn't quite fit snug on her arm so it did so easily. Lights trailed from her wrist up to her shoulder. Easily coming visible. Not to mention the flawlessness of her skin. Not a blemish on its perfect silicone form. "I'm mostly machine at this point..." A second voiced answer, her eyes flashing red as it did. but quickly returning to normal. The voice was quiet, Sultry, and warm. Much more fitting to how her body was acting. Compared to her normal voice "We can make them love us. But that's about all.." returned her Normal more childish voice.  

Jonothan Darke

Observing quietly, his eyes scanned her arm, hopping between the lights within her skin and her colour changing eyes. "And do you live in peace with this?" He asked plainly, folding his hands in front of him.  

Vale

"I try... Often it's a struggle. The metal... The creeping it hurts... I can't always control myself.. But I never do anything wrong... it's just like... there is another me directing from time to time.." Looking away as she spoke almost ashamed of her answer before returning her unblinking gaze towards the man.  

Jonothan Darke

The proprietor nodded slowly, leaning forward a bit. "And... what would you say is the best application of your particular abilities? Should you gain admittance into my employ."  

Vale

Vale, hadn't realy thought of this... she never had to... everyone... always just gave her work based on how she looked... Never what she was... Normaly they just wanted her to tak....Her mind cut off mid thought, eyes flashing to a soft red tone. The light growing a bit brighter as it washed over the older gentleman In front of her. "We are most used to entertaining guests … Typically with our body.." Give in "Yet you would find us, stronger. More durable then most" Let Go Of Your Humanity.

[Morpher. Minor -1 14/15]

 

Jonothan Darke

He took a moment to allow her mind to process the question in her own way. "Well, I regret to inform you that this is... not that type of club, child. Should you desire, we may have a dancer position available, or, given your strength and... metalicism, perhaps security would be more to your liking. Though I must apologize, I must have an assurance of your state of mind, you understand. Should I accept your proposal, I can't have a safe haven such as this privy to any... complications, dear."  

Vale

Those red eyes seemed confused for a few moments. Blinking for the first time in what seemed like ages. The slow methodical blink shutting off the glow for nearly two seconds before opening up. Once more washing them both in a deep red hue. "We see, we assure you. We are whole. We just... await our body finishing its change. It cannot hold... both of us at all times currently. Security would be fine. You will find VALE... More then capable." A flick of her tongue across her lip, then a slow smile. If he was the jaguar she was the snake. Her lips curling into a almost hungry smile with the flick of a tongue. "But, we can make people... see us. Make them watch us. A dancer, would be best. Perhaps a mix. One to watch your dancers and keep them safe." She spoke her question as a statement, as if she already knew what the best answer was. Hidden security among the crowd. A snake among the weeds.

[Morpher. Minor -3 11/15]

 

Jonothan Darke

He couldn't help but to crack a smirk. "I believe there is an answer to the issue of your employment. The only remaining issue is... between yourself, I suppose. The conflict within you, it is understandable. I am sympathetic, and will offer our services here for you, as long as that conflict not interfere with the safety of yourself, and more importantly, with the safety of these patrons we protect."  

Vale

Her eyes flickered to a soft purple and a large smile consumed her mouth. "Realy! THANK YOU thank you thank!" She wanted to hop across the bar and hug the older man. Yet something stopped her from doing so. Instead she seemed to shiver a bit and lean back against the plush backing of the booth. "So...What would the pay and requirements of this. Dancing job exactly be. Dad always. I mean.. One should always know just what's expected of them, and expected in return"  

Jonothan Darke

Mr. Darke smiled to the girl, giving a soft nod. "You'll have your own section, perhaps a gogo cage or some such... Dance to your heart's content, but keep your clothing please, we must remain tasteful. As for security, once you've been trained and asessed, you will keep watch over the crowds from your position. Room and board are simple, there are meager lodgings in an attached building, not unlike a hotel room. You'll be given a bed, washroom, and a bath, as well as a modest uniform, but all other belongings will be yours to bring. You are welcome to stay as you will, but please... your subtlety is a great boon to all of our safety here."  

Vale

"Of course! of course!. I... I wouldn't mind a gogo cage. It would be nice to dance. And not to be touched" A broken whisper finished her words. Looking away and cuttings the light from the conversation between them. She stood once she was done holding out her hand with a weak half sided smirk. "Vale, pleased to meet, and work for you Mr Darke. I wont fail you. We never fail."  

Jonothan Darke

"Vale. Pleasure to meet you, the both of you I suppose. Neon here will escort you to your new room, I sense you are in need of a good night's sleep. Your patronage is... appreciated." He shook her hand, his skin cold and smooth. Neon, standing a few feet away and watching intently, stood to guide her to the lodgings.  

Vale

While she seemed quite confused on the "both of you" she gave a curt nod and turned to smile towards neon. The lights that covered her form currently a bright blue. Happiness and joy in the purest of forms. She nearly skipped behind Neon as she followed. But that wasn't possible with her feet.  

Storyteller

The purple woman guided Vale down the stairs and behind the dancefloor, a hidden door bearing the sign Staff Only opening into a long hallway. "You'll be room 24. Welcome to the family," she said with a barely concealed smile, the warmth only just peaking out from beneath her cold, professional composure.