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Teagan Harp

A mysterious woman with uncanny abilities that equip her the ability to survive the harshest conditions.

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

So begins...

Teagan Harp'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?"

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Character Portrait: Phinx Munroe Character Portrait: Teagan Harp

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Teagan looked down at her clothes. She looked the type punk slash rocker slash homeless teen. Teagan had on a dirty white tank top with some band name on it, a black skirt with a spiked belt hanging on it, and torn up fishnet stalkings with combat boots to top it off.

Teagan thought she looked just fine and she really didn't want to get new clothes. However, Peter was kind enough to inform her of not being able to say no.

"I guess," Teagan sighed. This was a bunch of shit. She was never going to talk to Peter ever again, if she got out of this alive.

"Where're we going," Teagan asked with a roll of her green eyes.

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"Some fancy stuck-up party in Millsburin." Mary answered, eyes widening as she had an idea. "Or, you can go like that. Middle finger to the system kind of shit." She said, nodding in approval of herself. "I doubt you'll be the most underdressed."

A car beeped it's horn from the street. It was Sean sitting in a clean black sedan, the light sounds of some old reggae music playing from it's speakers.

"By the way, we're not going to hurt you. I just wanted to motivate your friend. And fuck with him, honestly. He seems fun in a screwed-up stoner idiot kind of way."

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

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Rude. This woman was just rude, or at least that was the opinion Victor's over inflated ego gave him. He understood business, new that sometimes you gotta work it out with the small fries and leave the big fish to sweat, but this? Turnin' and walkin' away from a star act? Twice now this lady had snubbed him and it was not well received.

His thoughts primarily went towards ruining her career, and got increasingly hostile for every second he was forgotten. The woman's driver coming around and horn-blowing sort of set his teeth on edge. Of course he kept his casual, couldn't care any less vibe on the outside. Had to look good, ya know?

He walked up to the non-native, again, this time more than happy to ignore whatever little manual flunkee she was talking to. "So..You sure get busy fast." He snickered a little, but just looked at Phinx blankly. "I was gunna say, before we got interrupted..Maybe we could carpool to this tacky little shindig, doll. Seems my driver went and got himself shot this week. Inconsiderate bastard."

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

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"Millburin, huh?" Teagan asked with a slightly sarcastic tone in her voice. This was just going to be a fantastic waste of time. But, hey, as long as she was getting paid then whatever.

Teagan's eyes turned to the beeping car horn and she shrugged before crossing her arms across her chest.

"Peter's alright. He's just... weird. His mom was a heroin addict and high when he was born, or some shit," said Teagan before the other guy spoke up. She just stood there, awkwardly, waiting to be told what to do.

Teagan was thinking that maybe she could have taken the job as a waitress instead.

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

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"Head to the car. Don't ogle my cousin though. Guys like him get in trouble with girls like you back home." Mary said to Teagan, "Nah, I'm joking." The purple-clad woman admitted, bringing her eyes back to rest on Victor.

She wasn't sure what to make of him just yet. He wasn't soft. He was a native, he couldn't be. She liked that. Then again, he did have an ego, it was well-deserved but they tended to get in the way of things.

"You haven't seen me get busy yet, baby. Let's ride. I could use a man on my arm, especially one of status." Mary told Victor with a wink, "Come on, Jazzman, you got a gig to play. Don't leave them, or me, waiting too long."

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

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Phinx's response honestly caught him off-guard. Victor figured she was stuck up, self impressed, and likely a workoholic, but joking or not the girl was a flirt. Just his style, just his style indeed. Maybe this whole fancy-party-bullshit wouldn't be a total waste of time after all. Not if he got to score with a hottie that snubbed him anyway.

And hell, he knew how he looked, how he sounded. Who wouldn't bang him?

"Dont'cha worry doll, instruments already at the place. All I gotta do is show up and..I think you got this arm candy thing all backwards."

He shuffled after her and lit another cigar. He didn't even like the damn things but they were expensive as hell which made them necessary in his book. Dress money, talk money, spend money, smoke money. Hell if it wouldn't make him out to be a giant douche he'd probably roll blunts with hundred dollar bills. Damn, he should do that sometime, he thought.

The only downside was the nobody Purple-lady was dragging along.

"Who's the drone, though? And is she reallllyyyy gunna be in that disaster?"

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

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Taegan went back to the unfinished booth and grabbed her worn out satchel. The thing was falling apart at the seams and was decorated with various metal bands' patches. The girl then started to walk to the parked car, the other two not too far behind her. They were having some bit of conversation but most of it went passed Teagan's ears.

However, when Victor asked about her clothes, Teagan definitely had heard. She slipped on a pair of headphones which she had pulled out of her bag and promptly flipped the man off. She didn't care who he was or what he did. He could stick it up his ass and rotate.

Not caring what preferences the others had, Teagan opened the front passenger door and slid into the seat. Instantaneously the girl propped her feet up on the dash, laid her head back against the headrest, and then blasted metal in her ears.

"Hey," she casually said to the driver, barely giving him a look. Out of the corner of her eye Teagan checked him out. It made her curious only because Mary had said something, otherwise Teagan wouldn't have bothered.

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

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"We'll work it out." Mary told Victor in regards to Teagan, watching her as she walked. "To be young and angry again." She said with faux nostalgia. "You ever thought about wearing more purple, Jazzman? It's the color of royalty." Mary said as she began walking toward the car.

She stopped when her phone rang, digging it out of her jacket to look at the caller ID. "Damn. Give me a second, please?" She asked Victor, moving away from him to answer the call.

"Vadim, what's up?" Mary said to the person on the other end of the call, making a face as he spoke to her. "What do you mean?" She asked, "Are you sure? Fuck, okay. I'll take care of it. No, I will." The purple-suited woman said, hanging up the phone.

There was a dramatic change, a fire in her brown eyes that was sparked by the phone call. It betrayed her true emotions hidden by her keeping a jovial outward appearance.

"Hey, Jazzman, I'll have to meet you later at this party. Something came up. I'll have my driver take me and the girl to get her dressed and come back for me. I'll kill two birds with one stone." The woman told Victor, continuing on towards the car.

"Should be quick. Painless. I might change into something more fitting too." She continued, fingers starting to tap away on her phone.

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

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Victor has pretty much allowed himself to take a back seat to Phinx's little scene. The girl flipping him off though was a moment of pure comedy. Hell, if she was any older he would've been on speed-dial with someone not so nice people making sure she didn't keep that finger too long. But kids are kids, so he just grinned. Even though Phinx spoke with sappy, obviously bullshit nostalgia, Victor could feel the real deal.

Man, he never stopped being young and angry. Kid had spirit. Good, somehow someone managed to keep something for themselves and not let the city beat it out of them.

He shrugged to the purple-lady as she took her call and then snubbed him, again. He was starting to think this was personal. Either that or she was more than likely running double-time trying to set up a crimewave. Or maybe that punk ran straight to a cop. He didn't know, or care. He took the hint and bowed out, going around the corner and calling a limo service.

First stop, most overpriced clothing store he could find. The less pronounceable the designer's name the better, then to the puffy event. Tonight was going to be..Something. He'd be sure to keep his eye out for purplelady. He wanted in on that, in more ways than one.