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Alright, I won't either then :3 And ok 
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Mitch was sat in his office, typing away at his laptop, yet he was finding that he was unable to concentrate on his work and was looking through some old emails. They weren't just any old emails though, they were from the washed up gambler that had owed him money. The emails contained information about his daughter, the one who he'd almost 'traded' in exchange for his life; they didn't contain too much, and were pretty basic, but he'd been given stuff like photos and a little bit about her. Despite what it was he did the whole situation both surprised and amused him, as it wasn't often that people were willing to swap family for their own life - if anything it was often the other way around. It wasn't any bother to him though as, if nothing else, have some attractive female company would be nice. His eyes, glanced to the clock on the screen, and he saw that it was almost time, and that his henchmen would arrive with her soon. This was more of a precaution than anything, as he didn't quite trust the scumbag of a Father to hold up his side of the deal. He stood up, pulling a grey hoodie over his black jeans and tshirt; it was funny, for somebody who had so much money he never chose to spend it on particularly fancy clothing.
(Wasn't sure where to start here, so I figure he just turns up one morning out of the blue to address it?)
Amy's eyes opened slowly and she let out a low groan, pushing her hair out of her face. She sighed as she realised she'd fallen asleep on the sofa, yet again. It was as she sat up that she felt that familiar burning sensation in the pit of her stomach; she knew what she needed now. Slowly she hauled herself up off the sofa, but didn't even have to go all the way to the kitchen as she spotted a half empty box of pills on the floor near where she'd slept, so she bent down and grabbed it. Swiftly she popped a couple out of the foil and dry swallowed them - it was rare she bothered with the water any more. She let a deep breath escape her lips, beginning to feeling a sense of relief, knowing the burning would soon fade. Glancing down at the packet she realised she'd actually now finished, and grimaced as she tossed it toward the waste bin the corner of the room, and missed. It was then that she glanced down at herself and realised that she was in only her underwear, and so scrabbled round for a top. However, much like many aspects of her life, her flat was a mess and was one of the reasons she'd been avoiding having people there. After a moment or two she found a large grey jumper, and pulled it over her body. She then curled back up in a ball on the sofa, not currently seeing reason to do anything else. (Outfit - http://www.polyvore.com/outfit_127/set?id=194969523)
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Mitch was sat in his office, typing away at his laptop, yet he was finding that he was unable to concentrate on his work and was looking through some old emails. They weren't just any old emails though, they were from the washed up gambler that had owed him money. The emails contained information about his daughter, the one who he'd almost 'traded' in exchange for his life; they didn't contain too much, and were pretty basic, but he'd been given stuff like photos and a little bit about her. Despite what it was he did the whole situation both surprised and amused him, as it wasn't often that people were willing to swap family for their own life - if anything it was often the other way around. It wasn't any bother to him though as, if nothing else, have some attractive female company would be nice. His eyes, glanced to the clock on the screen, and he saw that it was almost time, and that his henchmen would arrive with her soon. This was more of a precaution than anything, as he didn't quite trust the scumbag of a Father to hold up his side of the deal. He stood up, pulling a grey hoodie over his black jeans and tshirt; it was funny, for somebody who had so much money he never chose to spend it on particularly fancy clothing.
(Wasn't sure where to start here, so I figure he just turns up one morning out of the blue to address it?)
Amy's eyes opened slowly and she let out a low groan, pushing her hair out of her face. She sighed as she realised she'd fallen asleep on the sofa, yet again. It was as she sat up that she felt that familiar burning sensation in the pit of her stomach; she knew what she needed now. Slowly she hauled herself up off the sofa, but didn't even have to go all the way to the kitchen as she spotted a half empty box of pills on the floor near where she'd slept, so she bent down and grabbed it. Swiftly she popped a couple out of the foil and dry swallowed them - it was rare she bothered with the water any more. She let a deep breath escape her lips, beginning to feeling a sense of relief, knowing the burning would soon fade. Glancing down at the packet she realised she'd actually now finished, and grimaced as she tossed it toward the waste bin the corner of the room, and missed. It was then that she glanced down at herself and realised that she was in only her underwear, and so scrabbled round for a top. However, much like many aspects of her life, her flat was a mess and was one of the reasons she'd been avoiding having people there. After a moment or two she found a large grey jumper, and pulled it over her body. She then curled back up in a ball on the sofa, not currently seeing reason to do anything else. (Outfit - http://www.polyvore.com/outfit_127/set?id=194969523)
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