forum A Victorian/Steampunk RP, anyone ?? (( 2/4 ))

Started November 24, 2022 by @Emmrii

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“Aw, you want to fix my bad attitudes? Good luck with that.” He snorted. “I’m not interested.”

"No, fixing other people's bad attitudes. I already figured I couldn't fix yours, so I'm having you fix other people's. Plus, you'll be my debt collector. Spares me having to track people down." Charlie snorts.

“I better get paid for doing this,” he said, “and I better get let out of this crummy place. I have a life to live, you know.”

Name: Eden Halliday

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: Eden is.. Fancy, put politely. She has incredibly long reddish-blonde hair that falls down to about her hips in waves. It is always pinned up inside a hat or done up in intricate braid patterns. Large, soft brown eyes and full lips are placed on a pale face. She wears little make-up, mostly just eye-liner and dramatic smoky eye shadow. Eden stands about 5'6" and has a very put together air about her. Thin and delicate looking, with a willowy build. She wears whatever happens to be in fashion, but has a weakness for gloves and ruffles. She likes to carry a clutch with her everywhere. Eden looks every stitch a lady of high society.

Personality: Eden looks like a woman who has never smiled in her life, she looks like she should be in a painting in some museum, staring endlessly with some wistful expression. This couldn't be further from her actual self. While looking put together, she's a tease with a sarcastic streak a mile long. She's incredibly intelligent, but not the most suave with actual human beings. (Honestly a bit of a dork.) Not the most talkative person, she has keen eyes that like to take in everything around her. Still, she's an adamant follower of the law, though those can be bent in fun ways. Her moral code is more what benefits her politically in the future.

Other: Eden Halliday is a lawyer, her father owned the firm and taught her much of what she knows, so she's been reading law books since she learned how to toddle. Growing older she began getting an interest in politics and she's been steadily climbing the ranks of officials through a mix of skill, knowledge, and piles and piles of blackmail. She lives in an apartment above the law firm and her home is littered with books and papers, and hidden safely away, her cache of information that will be released should she have an untimely demise.

“I better get paid for doing this,” he said, “and I better get let out of this crummy place. I have a life to live, you know.”

"Yeah, you'll get paid. 80£ per day. Probably more than you've been paid in a while." she smirks.

(Haha, if Eden wants to rob you, she'd do it looking you in the eye while listing all of the ways it was entirely legal for her to be doing it XD)

(Very fair lol, I get the feeling she and Charlie will get along well)

He snorted and looked up at her. “Just 80? Pssh, do you even know who I am?”

Charlie sighs.

"Fine. I'll escalate quickly. Half a million."

“Ooh, now we’re talking.” He grinned. “And I won’t be imprisoned here, correct? I’ll be able to walk about freely.”

"No, but when I need you, you will be here. I'm not paying you for nothing." Charlie nods.

“Of course, of course. But obviously, I have other important jobs to tend to as well, so don’t waste my time.”

"Yeah, yeah. I'll pay you more if I'm your first priority." she sighs.

“The cost keeps going up and up.” He snorted. “Okay, then. How much of a raise will that give me? And I expect bonuses if I have to kill anybody.”

"Fine. I have a couple targets anyways, so I can do. . . 9 mil. At most. As long as no questions are asked as to how I got the money, or what I'm doing to get the money."

Eden stifled a long yawn, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she did so. She was sitting in her office, located just to the side of the main entrance to the building she worked at. Her fathers law firm. Her firm. Halliday & Halliday. It annoyed her to no end that people assumed the name meant her brother and her father, and how sweet it was that she supported them. As if her half-brained brother could remember more legal jargon than what was needed to sue a rock. ….maybe a particularly criminal rock.

She spared a glance for her clock, taking a moment to see how late it was and to admire her acquisition. A solid mahogany creature, the grandfather clock sat ticking in the corner, with delightful silvering on the hands and engravings in the wood. It had been shipped in at her request for the office, she felt like it really tied the room together, looking past the piles of scattered books and papers. The room really was beautiful, with late baroque stylings on the furniture and green papered walls. It was late, but she'd been scanning through some of her books and was typing up a report for one of her clients, cross-referencing a law back from when they still used horses of all things to pull carriages, instead of automatons.

The law books had remained charmingly untouched for several decades, leading to several precocious laws to still be in place. Hundreds of them, thousands if you combed finely. And a good lawyer knew all of them. And how to use them. Her clicking on the typewriter was the only sound in the office, all others had gone home hours ago, leaving Eden the last one, the lamps still burning kerosene to dimly light the space. That was fine, she preferred it this way. Less distractions. Besides, she lived, quite literally, upstairs. Her little flat was nothing fancy. She planned on moving into a more luxurious space after the elections, her 'friends' would start making good on their promises then. All she had to do was grease a few gears in the right places and she'd have her house on the west-end in the gated community. Hawk's Ridge had pretty gardens too. Eden could move there now with her funds, of course.. But that would be too suspicious. Let the others think it was a political move.

A few more clicks and the typewriter finished the page. Eden rubbed her eyes, stifling another yawn, but began bringing out a pot of ink and a pen, signing off on the paper with her signature. Her workload had almost tripled with elections coming so soon, people wanting old cases erased or solved. Her own office, a minor position in charge of a sliver of the city finances, wouldn't be up for re-election for another year. So at least that was off her plate. She was just.. Tired. Not bored, never bored. She breathed law, dreamed about cases, could recite human rights in her sleep. It was her everything. She just needed a small break.

She carefully placed the finished report in a labelled folder, slipping it into her desk with its dozens of twins. The blonde woman stood up, smoothing down her dress with her hands. It was late, she should sleep. Eden always felt a need to look presentable, always put together and regal and well dressed. The composure lent her credibility and having bags under her eyes would give her enemies an edge. Bad for business. She had to make a court appearance by the end of the week, a standard case of theft, a very open and shut thing. But the money was good and the defense attorney had agreed to throw his client under the airship so to speak if she gave him a cut.

Glancing at the clock again, she hesitated. It was late, but it wasn't.. that late. She could probably afford a bit more.. She settled back into the chair, her back complaining from its poker straight position. Clicking filled the office again, and the lamps continued to flicker. (Haha, sorry its long and nothing was really said or done, I just wanted to set Eden's scene and you'll find long-winded responses are kind of my thing T^T)

"Fine. I have a couple targets anyways, so I can do. . . 9 mil. At most. As long as no questions are asked as to how I got the money, or what I'm doing to get the money."

“Oh, no. No questions. As long as I’m paid on time.” He stood up and stretched his legs. “Now, I am also going expect meals and clothing, of course.”

Eden stifled a long yawn, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she did so. She was sitting in her office, located just to the side of the main entrance to the building she worked at. Her fathers law firm. Her firm. Halliday & Halliday. It annoyed her to no end that people assumed the name meant her brother and her father, and how sweet it was that she supported them. As if her half-brained brother could remember more legal jargon than what was needed to sue a rock. ….maybe a particularly criminal rock.

She spared a glance for her clock, taking a moment to see how late it was and to admire her acquisition. A solid mahogany creature, the grandfather clock sat ticking in the corner, with delightful silvering on the hands and engravings in the wood. It had been shipped in at her request for the office, she felt like it really tied the room together, looking past the piles of scattered books and papers. The room really was beautiful, with late baroque stylings on the furniture and green papered walls. It was late, but she'd been scanning through some of her books and was typing up a report for one of her clients, cross-referencing a law back from when they still used horses of all things to pull carriages, instead of automatons.

The law books had remained charmingly untouched for several decades, leading to several precocious laws to still be in place. Hundreds of them, thousands if you combed finely. And a good lawyer knew all of them. And how to use them. Her clicking on the typewriter was the only sound in the office, all others had gone home hours ago, leaving Eden the last one, the lamps still burning kerosene to dimly light the space. That was fine, she preferred it this way. Less distractions. Besides, she lived, quite literally, upstairs. Her little flat was nothing fancy. She planned on moving into a more luxurious space after the elections, her 'friends' would start making good on their promises then. All she had to do was grease a few gears in the right places and she'd have her house on the west-end in the gated community. Hawk's Ridge had pretty gardens too. Eden could move there now with her funds, of course.. But that would be too suspicious. Let the others think it was a political move.

A few more clicks and the typewriter finished the page. Eden rubbed her eyes, stifling another yawn, but began bringing out a pot of ink and a pen, signing off on the paper with her signature. Her workload had almost tripled with elections coming so soon, people wanting old cases erased or solved. Her own office, a minor position in charge of a sliver of the city finances, wouldn't be up for re-election for another year. So at least that was off her plate. She was just.. Tired. Not bored, never bored. She breathed law, dreamed about cases, could recite human rights in her sleep. It was her everything. She just needed a small break.

She carefully placed the finished report in a labelled folder, slipping it into her desk with its dozens of twins. The blonde woman stood up, smoothing down her dress with her hands. It was late, she should sleep. Eden always felt a need to look presentable, always put together and regal and well dressed. The composure lent her credibility and having bags under her eyes would give her enemies an edge. Bad for business. She had to make a court appearance by the end of the week, a standard case of theft, a very open and shut thing. But the money was good and the defense attorney had agreed to throw his client under the airship so to speak if she gave him a cut.

Glancing at the clock again, she hesitated. It was late, but it wasn't.. that late. She could probably afford a bit more.. She settled back into the chair, her back complaining from its poker straight position. Clicking filled the office again, and the lamps continued to flicker. (Haha, sorry its long and nothing was really said or done, I just wanted to set Eden's scene and you'll find long-winded responses are kind of my thing T^T)

(Nah, you’re good!)

A knock resounded through the office, coming from the front door. Probably a police officer doing his nightly routine.

“Curfew check, miss!”

(Nah, you’re good!)

A knock resounded through the office, coming from the front door. Probably a police officer doing his nightly routine.

“Curfew check, miss!”

The clicking stopped abruptly when the noise started. Eden pressed her lips into a thin line, taking out a small hand mirror and checking that her hair was still up in its braids. She stood carefully, turning off any of the lamps inside of the office and heading to the door. She opened it just a crack, peaking through it with large, brown eyes. She stared hard at the person for a moment, a glimmer of annoyance on her stoic face. Expression didn't always come easily to her.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Time just flies by. I'll.. Be sure to close up shop." Eden had a naturally cold voice, and right now it was flat and tired. Curfew be damned. She'd been meaning to get a permit for that, but it just kept slipping her mind. She was mentally kicking herself in the shins now.

"Fine. I have a couple targets anyways, so I can do. . . 9 mil. At most. As long as no questions are asked as to how I got the money, or what I'm doing to get the money."

“Oh, no. No questions. As long as I’m paid on time.” He stood up and stretched his legs. “Now, I am also going expect meals and clothing, of course.”

"Mmmm. . . I'm already spending a quarter of my family's monthly earnings. You can afford clothes and food with what I'm paying you now. Don't get greedy." she huffs.

"Mmmm. . . I'm already spending a quarter of my family's monthly earnings. You can afford clothes and food with what I'm paying you now. Don't get greedy." she huffs.

“Greedy? Pssh, you kidnapped me,” he retorted. “I’m simply trying to get as much out of this ridiculous deal as I can.”

"Oh. I'm sorry. Time just flies by. I'll.. Be sure to close up shop." Eden had a naturally cold voice, and right now it was flat and tired. Curfew be damned. She'd been meaning to get a permit for that, but it just kept slipping her mind. She was mentally kicking herself in the shins now.

“Sorry to bother you, miss, but I actually need to see you at the door,” the man replied. “We have some criminals running loose, and I need to know if you’ve seen either of them.”