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Peter Harrington

A professional slacker in life with street smarts and smooth words.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Prose

So begins...

Peter Harrington's Story

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Character Portrait: Phinx Munroe Character Portrait: Victor Sammes Character Portrait: Teagan Harp Character Portrait: Peter Harrington

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"Say girl, why don't you come over to my place tonight after work," said Peter. He ran his eyes over Teagan, causing her to sigh and roll her own eyes.

"You're disgusting," Teagan said.

"Man... that shit ain't true; that shit Marissa said. I don't have no STD."

"Ew. I wasn't even talking about that," Teagan said with a disgusted grimace. "I was just pointing out that you like to hit on any girl. So, basically, you're a manwhore and you're going to get me fired if I don't get this booth set up for tomorrow tonight. My boss is like... right over there," Teagan explained while casually motioning toward Phinx Monroe.

"I just got this job three days ago and I need the cash," the girl said while making a smoking gesture against her lips, discreetly.

"Aight, girl," Peter said, shoving his hands deep into his saggy jean pockets. "Hey," he said, "You think she might got a job for me? I need some food in the apartment, man. I got like ... a bag of rice."

"Dude," Teagan said, stopping work once again. "Just go fucking ask her. I don't know."

"Aight. I'll go ask her," Peter said then blew Teagan a kiss. He walked across the way, approaching Phinx Monroe and company.

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Character Portrait: Phinx Munroe Character Portrait: Victor Sammes Character Portrait: Teagan Harp Character Portrait: Peter Harrington

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Victor couldn't help but snicker at this woman as she prattled on about cancer and remission. This city wasn't cancer, it was toxic waste that survived through multiplication. It didn't need fixing, it needed to be turned into a parking lot, and even then what could some little event planner do? He kept his friendly smirk as he judged the woman ever so harshly, just nodding his head in empty agreement.

"Ya know doll.." He pipped up the second she shut her trap, possibly giving away the attention he hadn't been paying. "You wanna change the world ya gotta mingle with snobs, right? I'm supposed to be playing for some stick-up-the-asses party tonight but.." He shurgged his shoulders, doing his best to look at her innocently. "Ain't never heard of it, dunno where it is. Maybe we cou-"

He noticed the approaching man and frowned a bit. Just what he needed, a wrench in his half-hearted pick up attempt. "Looks like ya got company, sister. Don't look too pleased neither."

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Character Portrait: Phinx Munroe Character Portrait: Victor Sammes Character Portrait: Teagan Harp Character Portrait: Peter Harrington

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"Mingling with snobs is what I do. I learned a long time ago you gotta work with people you don't like to get by." Maria said to Victor. She was always savvy about doing business with her enemies or just anyone she couldn't stand to be around. She didn't plan on stopping any time soon if there was still money to make.

She listened to Victor's words about a party and nearly laughed at the idea of him playing for Van Leugen's elite in their own habitat. They wanted him there though, so maybe they wouldn't be too crappy. More than a few probably wanted to leech off of Victor.

Mary's eyes drifted to Peter when Victor brought attention to him, "What up, kid? You need something?"

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Character Portrait: Phinx Munroe Character Portrait: Victor Sammes Character Portrait: Teagan Harp Character Portrait: Peter Harrington

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"Yeah..." Peter said, scratching the back of his head. "I need like a job or something... so if you got like some shit that needs to get done or whatever like... I can do it." He finished with a shrug and by shoving his hand back down into his pants pocket.

Chick was hot as balls but she looked a bit old. He wasn't really into the whole cougar scene but Peter could get with it. He gave her a once over from toe to hair.

Yeah... he could tap that.

"So... you got anything? My friend over there can vouch, man," Peter said. A closer inspection of the teenager could reveal puffy red eyes and his speech was slower than needed. He was high off of weed, and the smell clung to him like a bad stink. It wasn't the good stuff.

Teagan remained at her booth, continuing to get it set up for the festival.

"Hey, man, what's up?" he asked the other guy with a head nod. Peter always tried to play himself off as cool and uncaring.

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Character Portrait: Phinx Munroe Character Portrait: Victor Sammes Character Portrait: Teagan Harp Character Portrait: Peter Harrington

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"First order of business, spray yourself with some damn cologne, kid. You reek." Mary told Peter, extending her own join to him. He could at least cover up the stench with something better. She looked him over, taking a few slow steps towards his right flank.

As she moved her driver, Sean, made his approach. He raised an eyebrow at the scene, not quite sure what was going on. "Uh, my dad said he hopes to see you soon. No word on his parole yet." Sean told the woman, "Word. What do you think about this kid?" Mary asked him, "Like, can he be put to work?"

"We do need a new courier." Sean said, "Yeah, I don't trust this kid with tools. Give him the package." Mary said, taking a step back from Peter.

Sean took her place, digging a brown envelope out of his suit jacket. "Deliver this to the MasterRail. There will be a man waiting. We'll let him know to look for you." Sean told Peter, holding the envelope out for him to take.

It was hard to tell what exactly was inside, but it wasn't quite soft and it wasn't quite hard. It took up most of the bag and was shaped like a rectangle.

"Your friend vouched for you, let her know I'm sending you on this errand. Alone. She's coming with me, because if that doesn't go where it needs to go I might need to give her some time off for injuries sustained as a result of your failure." Phinx threatened, giving Sean a nod.

The driver pulled a business card from a pocket, intending for Peter to take it. "Call us if anything goes wrong or of you need to find us."

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Character Portrait: Phinx Munroe Character Portrait: Teagan Harp Character Portrait: Peter Harrington

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Peter was hesitant at first to take the joint. He was here to get a job so he could eat and the person that was Teagan's boss was smoking pot right in front of him? It was confusing for one-split second and then it was awesome.

"Sweet, thanks," he said as he took the joint and gave it a long drag. Peter watched as some man came up and started talking to Mary. He held his smoke but when the Sean dude handed him a package, Peter let it out in coughs.

Shit was good.

"Aight. MasterRail, cool cool. Yeah, I can do that," said Peter as he took the package in one hand and gave Mary her joint back. He tucked the parcel into his zip-up hoodie.

And that's when they told Peter they were going to hold Teagan hostage.

Aww... shit, Peter thought to himself. He had gone and gotten himself into some bad shit. Some gang or mob shit. Fuck. His happy-go-lucky-stoner attitude disappated.

"Alright, I'll let her know. MasterRail," Peter said, pointing a finger at Sean. He'd get that damn package delivered and collect the money then bounce. Peter patted the package inside his jacket and walked over to Teagan.

The girl was wiping sweat from her brow and sitting down on a box drinking a bottle of water.

"You get a job," Teagan asked Peter.

"Yeah... I did. So... look. Your boss lady like, gave me a thing to do and if I don't... Aww shit, man. I'm sorry. I gotta go do this job or they're gonna break your knee caps or some shit, alright?" Teagan started to laugh and rolled her eyes.

"I ain't kiddin' dude!" Peter said in a hushed tone. "This is some bad shit. You're working for some bad bitch," Peter said, in all seriousness.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Teagan said, finally catching on. She slipped a glance around Peter and looked at Mary. "I'm gonna fucking kill you," she said before standing up and pummeling Peter with her fists. Teagan didn't hit too hard but it got him leaving in a hurry.

Teagan just stood there, fuming and wondering what the Hell just happened.

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Character Portrait: Phinx Munroe Character Portrait: Teagan Harp Character Portrait: Peter Harrington

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"We're not going to actually...?" Sean asked, "No, of course not. But, fear tends to motivate." Mary told the man, "Bring the car around." She ordered, "You got it, I'll be back." Sean told her, heading off towards the street.

"Hey!" Mary yelled at Teagan, waving towards her. "You're taking a break and coming with me." She told her, "You'll need some new clothes. Can't have you riding with me looking like you do manual labor, babe." The Jamaican woman said, beginning her smooth stride towards Teagan's workspace.

"You like fancy parties?"

The setting changes from van-leugen to The MasterRail

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Character Portrait: Melinda Kwan Character Portrait: Andreas Hart Character Portrait: Peter Harrington

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"So, the fucking guy climbs up to the roof, right? Those Irish dudes are all on his ass, he ain't going nowhere. Not unless he plans to jump to the next roof." A green-clad man said to his friends, the others in the group donning green attire as well. One of them, Andreas, began to wander away from the storytelling circle.

"I'll be back. I heard this story already." He said, digging a joint out of his hoodie's front pocket. It was a good night, he'd rather have been enjoying it than hanging around the Masterrail selling designer drugs to rich kids and tourists

It was the only way to reach his goal though. Getting the fuck out of Van Leugen alive with his daughter. Andreas took a seat on a bench, watching at the train car approached to make it's stop.

"Idiots." He said under his breath.

Aboard the train sat an androgynous woman and her cronies, all of them suited and all of them silent. They were waiting for something, or someone. In Van Leugen it was either drugs, money, or someone that needed to die.

"Five minutes." The woman said to her people, "And then back home."

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Character Portrait: Melinda Kwan Character Portrait: Andreas Hart Character Portrait: Peter Harrington

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Peter never showed up. The package was never delivered.

The teenager was far across town, the parcel still in his jacket. He had immediately gone home, packed up what he could shove in a back pack. He got a bus ticket after pawning his roommate's video game console and was gonna skip town.

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Character Portrait: Melinda Kwan Character Portrait: Andreas Hart Character Portrait: Peter Harrington

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Vadim was pacing around the station, his patience thinning with each passing moment. He knew it wouldn't be fast, but he had things to do. A club to run.

"Where the hell is this guy?" The vampire asked, "You look like you could use a drag." Andreas said, holding out his joint for Vadim to take. "Oh, I do. I need to have some words with this cyka about blowing me off." The Russian man told Andreas, approaching him to take the joint.

"I know you. You run that club in The Nillies. I go there sometimes." Andreas said to Vadim, watching him take a hit from the joint. "Yeah, we're expanding one day. Be sure to visit and tell your friends."

Vadim dug his phoned out of his pocket, quickly dialing in a number and putting it to his ear. He handed the joint back to Andreas, standing up and starting his pacing again for his call.

"It never came. Did you send a fucking turtle with the package? What do you mean what do I mean? No one showed. I'm sure of it. You better take care of it." He said, aggressively pressing the button that would end the call.

"Could always be worse." Andreas said, "True." Vadim said with a chuckle, unaware of the Triads disembarking the train. They raised their compact submachine guns at his back, Melinda standing at the back and watching to see her enemy die before her eyes.

"Dre!" One of Andreas' friends yelled, "Fuck! Move!" He yelled, jumping up from the bench to run down the steps from the Masterrail that would take him to the street.

Vadim wasn't as lucky, the Triads opened fire and a few of the bullets hit the vampire before he could really start running. He was faster than he looked, but a bullet to the leg sent him tumbling down the stairs behind Andreas.

"Help me! I'll pay you!" He called out to Andreas after landing hard at the bottom of the steps. Andreas weighed his options. On one hand he had not being shot to death, on the other he hand being shot to death for a stranger offering him money.

"This is the dumbest thing I've ever done." He said, grabbing the bloodied Vadim and lifting him up. There were enough people looking to find cover and enough police scrambling to find the shooters that they were able to blend into the crowd.

They were lucky. Especially Vadim. He had barely avoided death. But, his night wasn't quite over yet.