After an hour of being excited for a letter, she decided to take a nap. If anything was actually going to happen, she would be well rested for it. She finished her lime juice before doing so and changed the channel of her TV to a music channel and laid down on her bed. Even if she could not fall asleep, she would just lay there to rest until she had work to do. Eventually, she fell into a deep sleep and was woken up by the sound of something dropping and when she was fully awake, Joan realised that she had just pushed off her journal that she did not know she had by her pillow on the bed. She leaned over to pick it up, and from the corner of her eyes, she noticed something white on the rug in front of her door. It was a letter! Just like she had expected. Before going to get it, she looked up at the clock and noticed that she had slept for quite a long time. It was already five in the evening. Soon the sun would set. She realised that she would have to get up now and get ready. She did not even bother to look at the letter and went ahead to get ready first. She took a nice refreshing shower and got dressed. She was wearing a black sweater this time, and since it was not that cold, she decided not to wear her jacket.
Living Burial [Joan]
Wed Mar 21, 2018 12:50 pm
After an hour of being excited for a letter, she decided to take a nap. If anything was actually going to happen, she would be well rested for it. She finished her lime juice before doing so and changed the channel of her TV to a music channel and laid down on her bed. Even if she could not fall asleep, she would just lay there to rest until she had work to do. Eventually, she fell into a deep sleep and was woken up by the sound of something dropping and when she was fully awake, Joan realised that she had just pushed off her journal that she did not know she had by her pillow on the bed. She leaned over to pick it up, and from the corner of her eyes, she noticed something white on the rug in front of her door. It was a letter! Just like she had expected. Before going to get it, she looked up at the clock and noticed that she had slept for quite a long time. It was already five in the evening. Soon the sun would set. She realised that she would have to get up now and get ready. She did not even bother to look at the letter and went ahead to get ready first. She took a nice refreshing shower and got dressed. She was wearing a black sweater this time, and since it was not that cold, she decided not to wear her jacket.
Wed Mar 21, 2018 1:08 pm
Passing through the abandoned streets reminded her of her recent activities in a house on that street. She wondered if anyone ever found those dead bodies, because they were in a basement, and if Joan was not observant enough, she would not have found them either. After quite some time of walking, the graveyard came into her line of vision. She fastened her pace and saw Aadrian standing there. He was standing outside the cemetery and Joan reached him just as he was turning in the direction she was coming from. His expression showed how pleased he was to see her. As soon as she joined him in standing outside the cemetery, he began to explain to her the details of this job. It was about a cultist who had been working as like a spy for Bishop Santos while being in the Red Hades cult all the same. Joan could already tell what Aadrian wanted her to do, but she listened on anyways. He actually wanted her to bury him alive, and not deep enough so that his screams could still be heard. He wanted to send a message to Bishop Santos for using a spy against his cult. He had apparently already captured the spy in a shack nearby, to which they were going to next she assumed. Joan removed her hands from her pockets as soon as Aadrian started walking away from the graveyard. She followed him to where the spy was being held captive.
Wed Mar 21, 2018 1:36 pm
Now Aadrian told Joan to take him to the cemetery to do the ‘burying him alive’ part. She was supposed to do it alone, so the vampyress wasted no time. After securing the cloth bag over his head, she unchained him from the wall and tied his hands together. She was pretty sure she could drag him to the graveyard, since it was not too far away from the shack they were currently in. With a nod towards her client, the vampyress left the shack, dragging the spy along. He kept pleading for mercy, but all Joan could hear were muffled words that she was not going to bother trying to understand. Aadrian told her that there was a spot in the graveyard where he had placed a shovel for her to dig up a hole with and bury the spy. All she had to do was look for that now. Dragging the cultist was rather easy, given how he was a skinny fellow and did not weigh much. But of course, dragging him was going to take some of her energy, so she did it slowly to save energy for digging up a hole and burying him, and then covering up the hole again. She made sure with Aadrian that there was no ‘second part’ to this request like the one before. Her client assured her that she would be done once she had finished burying the spy cultist alive.
Wed Mar 21, 2018 2:28 pm
Joan did not know whether or not Bishop Santos had already heard that his spy was about to be buried alive, or at least that he was caught. So if he had heard this, then he would surely send people to save his spy, unless he was that heartless not to care and let him die. It was funny how Joan was working for a client who was plotting against his other client. She was literally in the middle of the mess, but she liked it that way. Neither of her clients knew that she was working for the other. While these thoughts floated in her mind as she kept herself alert while digging, she realised the grave was deep enough but not too deep like Aadrian wanted, so that the spy’s screams could still be heard. The reason Joan kept the cloth bag on his head was because that way he could call for help and not die from choking on dirt while doing so. The traitor then pleaded for mercy again, telling Joan he would do anything, but Joan simply tossed his body into the grave and started covering it up with the dirt. After the hole was filled completely, she patted on it with her foot and went back to the shack. Upon arriving back at the shack, she handed the shovel to Aadrian. Her client seemed extremely pleased. He rewarded her with a sum of jewels. The vampyress left the shack afterwards.
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