Post by Press1269 on Feb 20, 2020 16:02:47 GMT
Samedi made his way through the backstage madness with long languid strides. He is obviously a man on a mission and he will not be deterred. He pauses only for a moment to admire the “assets” of a young intern. His smile was slow and sweet as honey while watching her walk away. It would only take a moment to find out what she was doing after the—No—No Samedi will not be distracted by a piece of tail. Even if that tail looks like he could bounce a handful of coins off it. Taking a deep breath he smoothed a hand over his black fedora. His fingers brushing over the small talisman pinned to his hat.
SAMEDI: There will be other times...focus ole boy. Gotta stay focused.
Suddenly his quarry came into view. The whole reason he had to leave his home and business, and drive when he could be sidling up to some sweet honey. The nearly sole focus of his attention begins to walk down yet another damn hallway…Oh, hellll no.
SAMEDI: Munin girl, you stay right where you are! I have driven hours to tack down your skinny don't return my calls ass. We are going to talk!
Munin's dark eyes widen with surprise, as the ebony man with skeletal grin approaches. Though his signature grin seems to be absent at the moment.
MUNIN: Did I miss a call? I haven't checked my voicemail recently.
Samedi laughs at her with mock humor. His long fingered hands clapping together in time to his hollow laugh.
SAMEDI: I notice that you didn't outright say you haven't been avoiding me, but it's fine if you want to split hairs. Munin, this quite punishment has to stop. You can’t continue to run yourself into the ground and not eat. I swear to the Baron I will force feed and drug you if I have to…
Munin blinks slowly surprised despite herself. Then again it's rare that someone threatens to force feed and drug her in the same sentence.
MUNIN: Samedi-
A litany of frustrated Cajun French curse words interrupt whatever the PAW Lady was about to say. Letting out another breath Samedi carefully placed his hands on his shoulders. The touch oddly tender and his voice gentle.
SAMEDI: You can not hold your self accountable for what is in another's heart, or punish yourself for things that went unsaid.
He looks around with a small smile.
SAMEDI: I know you have a lot going on, and I am sorry I had to hunt you down here...but it was for the best. You need to forgive yourself and ask for more help. You don't need to carry the company and the world on your shoulders.
Slowly she nods her head, and gives the taller man a reassuring smile. It was obvious that she still wasn't completely convinced, but he knew that she had heard him. The rest would come with time. Samedi squeezes her shoulders gently before letting go.
SAMEDI: I expect to see you at The Crossroads soon for dinner and drink. You heard?
Still smiling and feeling just a bit lighter Munin nods.
MUNIN: Thank you Samedi…
Samedi gives his typical cocky grin and doffs his hat.
SAMEDI: Don't mention it, no really don't. I have a reputation to keep.
She chuckles while walking away...a small smile still on her lips. Samedi watches her for a moment before turning to face a Goliath that somehow managed to go unnoticed in the shadows.
SAMEDI: Something I can help you with Redeemer?
Press watches as Munin disappears down the hall, and then turns his attention to the Cajun.
PRESS: So you've noticed her change as well? I was starting to wonder if I was the only one.
Samedi's gaze shifts to the side slightly. Not exactly wanting to meet the other man's eyes. His voice was quiet and solemn.
SAMEDI: No, you are not the only one to notice by far. I just wonder how far and long she will take it.
PRESS: Well, I hope whatever has her troubled resolves itself soon
SAMEDI: Me too...we have enough people in town as is. We don't need another player.
Samedi snaps out of his thoughts and gives the large man his signature grin, but this time it doesn't quite reach his eyes.
SAMEDI: Good luck out there tonight.
PRESS: Thanks, old friend, but luck will have little to do with it.
SAMEDI: Well Luck is a fickle Lady, as much as any other I suppose...I wish you the best anyways.
Press snorts, but nods in appreciation before turning and heading off in the opposite direction of where Munin had gone. Samedi watches him go, and shakes his head with a heavy sigh.
SAMEDI: This gonna' be a long night.
SAMEDI: There will be other times...focus ole boy. Gotta stay focused.
Suddenly his quarry came into view. The whole reason he had to leave his home and business, and drive when he could be sidling up to some sweet honey. The nearly sole focus of his attention begins to walk down yet another damn hallway…Oh, hellll no.
SAMEDI: Munin girl, you stay right where you are! I have driven hours to tack down your skinny don't return my calls ass. We are going to talk!
Munin's dark eyes widen with surprise, as the ebony man with skeletal grin approaches. Though his signature grin seems to be absent at the moment.
MUNIN: Did I miss a call? I haven't checked my voicemail recently.
Samedi laughs at her with mock humor. His long fingered hands clapping together in time to his hollow laugh.
SAMEDI: I notice that you didn't outright say you haven't been avoiding me, but it's fine if you want to split hairs. Munin, this quite punishment has to stop. You can’t continue to run yourself into the ground and not eat. I swear to the Baron I will force feed and drug you if I have to…
Munin blinks slowly surprised despite herself. Then again it's rare that someone threatens to force feed and drug her in the same sentence.
MUNIN: Samedi-
A litany of frustrated Cajun French curse words interrupt whatever the PAW Lady was about to say. Letting out another breath Samedi carefully placed his hands on his shoulders. The touch oddly tender and his voice gentle.
SAMEDI: You can not hold your self accountable for what is in another's heart, or punish yourself for things that went unsaid.
He looks around with a small smile.
SAMEDI: I know you have a lot going on, and I am sorry I had to hunt you down here...but it was for the best. You need to forgive yourself and ask for more help. You don't need to carry the company and the world on your shoulders.
Slowly she nods her head, and gives the taller man a reassuring smile. It was obvious that she still wasn't completely convinced, but he knew that she had heard him. The rest would come with time. Samedi squeezes her shoulders gently before letting go.
SAMEDI: I expect to see you at The Crossroads soon for dinner and drink. You heard?
Still smiling and feeling just a bit lighter Munin nods.
MUNIN: Thank you Samedi…
Samedi gives his typical cocky grin and doffs his hat.
SAMEDI: Don't mention it, no really don't. I have a reputation to keep.
She chuckles while walking away...a small smile still on her lips. Samedi watches her for a moment before turning to face a Goliath that somehow managed to go unnoticed in the shadows.
SAMEDI: Something I can help you with Redeemer?
Press watches as Munin disappears down the hall, and then turns his attention to the Cajun.
PRESS: So you've noticed her change as well? I was starting to wonder if I was the only one.
Samedi's gaze shifts to the side slightly. Not exactly wanting to meet the other man's eyes. His voice was quiet and solemn.
SAMEDI: No, you are not the only one to notice by far. I just wonder how far and long she will take it.
PRESS: Well, I hope whatever has her troubled resolves itself soon
SAMEDI: Me too...we have enough people in town as is. We don't need another player.
Samedi snaps out of his thoughts and gives the large man his signature grin, but this time it doesn't quite reach his eyes.
SAMEDI: Good luck out there tonight.
PRESS: Thanks, old friend, but luck will have little to do with it.
SAMEDI: Well Luck is a fickle Lady, as much as any other I suppose...I wish you the best anyways.
Press snorts, but nods in appreciation before turning and heading off in the opposite direction of where Munin had gone. Samedi watches him go, and shakes his head with a heavy sigh.
SAMEDI: This gonna' be a long night.