Novia shrugged at the decline of her food and set the plate next to her. She watched Orca climb into Hailey's lap, a smirk forming against her lips before she began to observe and analyze the blonde female. Recalling that she earlier shouted for a Penelope while in tears and her timid behavior at the current time as well as context clues from The Benefactor, Novia came to the conclusion that Hailey was very dependent. Being on her own didn't suit her. She watched carefully as Hailey played with her sleeve, immediately entering a sort of daze. A possible nervous tick - The immediate switch of moods hinted at a possible mental disorder. I never cry this much. Novia somehow doubted that. Questioned on how she felt about the place, she gave a shrug. “I love my room. Or apartment, I should say. Nicholas seems friendly. Maybe too friendly. Jasper's a piece of shit. Scarlet has a certain air about her that's admirable. And The Benefactor seems kind. But it could all be a façade. I will stay long enough to make sense of it before coming to any final conclusions or signing any contracts.”
She leaned back some and closed her eyes as Hailey questioned her Gift of Innocence and her reason for being there. Immediately her eyes snapped open and the Benefactor's words rang in her head. ...you will be the Negotiator, negotiating with various salesmen for needed goods. If any of the workers or I need something we will turn to you for your negotiation skills will be so amazing it will be as though they cannot refuse. You will persuade them with “Do we have an accord?” and the item is yours! I trust that you are smart enough to know the correct amount to negotiate for and will give her a budget to abide by. A thought clicked in her head and she decided that she should try out her so-called negotiating super powers. “Let's make a deal,” she started, smiling politely as she turned to face Hailey, her attitude emanating warmth while her eyes held a distant and cold gleam. “You seem like a curious individual - I say this because you yourself seem curious about others and I am quite curious about you. So, Miss Hailey. I would like to strike a deal. Here's what I offer: I will tell you where I'm from and why I'm here. I'll entertain you with stories of my countless adventures. I will allow you to visit me any time you please and be a shoulder for you to cry on. You can come to me for anything. And here's all you need to do: Allow me to study you. To figure out the inner workings of your mind. To probe you for questions about your past. Who knows, maybe I might even be able to help you. But. You cannot tell anyone about this deal or about any conversation we exchange.”
She paused as Hailey looked at her unsteadily but Novia extended her hand to shake. As Hailey grabbed her hand, Novia gave a light squeeze, her voice suddenly becoming as smooth as silk, her confidence boosted as she felt irresistible. “Do we have an accord?” She flashed a smile and watched as Hailey nodded slowly, unable to deny Novia's request. “Very well. I'm here because I'm an illegal immigrant from Cuba. I've tussled with cops and Immigration to fight deportation. I've been stealing things from jewelry and wallets to cars and identities since I was twelve. I've competed in illegal street races and conned many people. I used to deal, make, and run drugs for a while. I'm addicted to body art and possessing material items. I can't get into college because of my illegal and Wanted status. I have a lot of money and valuable things and a 302 IQ. So. There you have it. What's your story?” Novia figured she would be here for a while and Hailey seemed like she needed a friend. And a psychologist. And maybe some Ritalin. Either way, she was glad to rope in a willing study subject. She honestly didn't plan on being friends with the girl simply just because. Though she had a feeling that she might get Hailey into trouble with that Aradia girl if Aradia felt like Novia was stealing away her friend. Nothing she couldn't handle herself.
She leaned back some and closed her eyes as Hailey questioned her Gift of Innocence and her reason for being there. Immediately her eyes snapped open and the Benefactor's words rang in her head. ...you will be the Negotiator, negotiating with various salesmen for needed goods. If any of the workers or I need something we will turn to you for your negotiation skills will be so amazing it will be as though they cannot refuse. You will persuade them with “Do we have an accord?” and the item is yours! I trust that you are smart enough to know the correct amount to negotiate for and will give her a budget to abide by. A thought clicked in her head and she decided that she should try out her so-called negotiating super powers. “Let's make a deal,” she started, smiling politely as she turned to face Hailey, her attitude emanating warmth while her eyes held a distant and cold gleam. “You seem like a curious individual - I say this because you yourself seem curious about others and I am quite curious about you. So, Miss Hailey. I would like to strike a deal. Here's what I offer: I will tell you where I'm from and why I'm here. I'll entertain you with stories of my countless adventures. I will allow you to visit me any time you please and be a shoulder for you to cry on. You can come to me for anything. And here's all you need to do: Allow me to study you. To figure out the inner workings of your mind. To probe you for questions about your past. Who knows, maybe I might even be able to help you. But. You cannot tell anyone about this deal or about any conversation we exchange.”
She paused as Hailey looked at her unsteadily but Novia extended her hand to shake. As Hailey grabbed her hand, Novia gave a light squeeze, her voice suddenly becoming as smooth as silk, her confidence boosted as she felt irresistible. “Do we have an accord?” She flashed a smile and watched as Hailey nodded slowly, unable to deny Novia's request. “Very well. I'm here because I'm an illegal immigrant from Cuba. I've tussled with cops and Immigration to fight deportation. I've been stealing things from jewelry and wallets to cars and identities since I was twelve. I've competed in illegal street races and conned many people. I used to deal, make, and run drugs for a while. I'm addicted to body art and possessing material items. I can't get into college because of my illegal and Wanted status. I have a lot of money and valuable things and a 302 IQ. So. There you have it. What's your story?” Novia figured she would be here for a while and Hailey seemed like she needed a friend. And a psychologist. And maybe some Ritalin. Either way, she was glad to rope in a willing study subject. She honestly didn't plan on being friends with the girl simply just because. Though she had a feeling that she might get Hailey into trouble with that Aradia girl if Aradia felt like Novia was stealing away her friend. Nothing she couldn't handle herself.