Choices (Gerda/Scar)

[Gerda Schmidt]

Gerda looked up at the skeletons in front of her. She was here because it was cheep to get in, and she was bored. She was also now poor. She could always talk to the lady she met in the bar, but that line of work...Gerda couldn't. She had spent her life trying to brake the stereotype set before her by her sister, she couldn't brake one just to start another.

She thought back to the letter she got from her dad, it had confused her. He had said that he loved her, that he only left her alone cause he knew she could survive on her own, that if she ever needed help, just ask. But she didn't want help from him. His words didn't heal the wounds left in her by years of neglect, she was sure nothing could. She wanted to prove she could do stuff on her own, she could survive out here in the real world...some how...she would get a second job, a respectable job, besides...

She'd be a terrible Escort she wasn't pretty and she looked like she was twelve even though she was eighteen, who would want her?

[Soren Renault (Scar)]

"DAMN IT ALL!!"

Scar had just received word that Pride Rock had been destroyed....and was livid. In his mind thoughts of revenge and Plan B's ran wild until he decided to put on Nocturne No. 2 in E Flat by Frederic Francois Chopin to calm himself. If there was one thing that could calm him, it's music.

"I suppose raising job opportunities would help, especially in this recession, but I've been getting demand for....interesting tastes. I've already got plenty of fetish specialists,but some are just plain illegal. Not that I mind, but I've got a reputation to keep. Shit, this is all I need, I suppose preparing will have to wait a bit."

Sorting through his pile of requests, he took a sip of red wine out of a glass and saw one blaring word... Lolita.

He hated the thought of it... primarily as a father to a girl himself. He shook his head, put the papers down, and decided to walk up and greet his customers.

Up the stariway on the marbled walls were painted "Be Prepared" in different styles, fonts, but all with the same kind of red "paint." With beautiful music in his mind, he opened the wooden door to enter his euphoric creation.

There were men and women with there expensive partners for the time being, men and women of status, of power, of control! If there was one thing Scar got from this business, it's blackmail material. Politicians, religious authorities, ceos, you name it, everyone and anyone has a need. Scar just found a way to provide it.

At the corner of his eye, he spotted someone that doesn't match the rest of the crowd. She was young, REALLY young, her mother or father, must be in a room with one of my emplyees. He chuckled with the thought of such despicable behavior and walked up to the girl.

"Hello there, are you waiting for mom or dad? Or are you lost?"

[Gerda Schmidt]

Gerda let out an annoyed sound as the guy asked if she was here with her mommy and daddy. Seriously she needed to figure out how to make herself look older, cause this was getting annoying. What was it about her that made people think she was so young. She was an adult, she lived on her own, she made her own money, she had was independent. So why did people keep thinking that she was some kid. She looked at the guy, and for a moment was stunded. He was creepy looking, if you googled the word evil his face would pop up.

Gerda found her voice eventually. "I'm Eighteen dude, I dont need my mom and dad to take me any were, besides there back in Germany." She said. She wasn't sure what it was about him, but her voice of reason was screaming not to trust him. She kept her distance, she noted the exits, she wondered how fast she could run, if she had to run. Probably not that fast, she hadn't eaten much lately, she had to cut back with the lack of money she had now, times were hard.

[Soren Renault (Scar)]

The kid has spunk....interesting

He let out a sigh and smirked. "Then why are you here? Could it be you want a drink? Best money can buy"No that's not it "Perhaps you're interested in an escort. We have 'specialists' of all kinds here." Definately not it.

No way this girl is looking for a job, what purpose could she have have coming to this place?

Perplexed, but rather stoic, he summed Banzai and ordered two drinks of red wine.

"By the way, if you are a charity, forget it..."

[Gerda Schmidt]

Gerda smirked at him "I came to this place cause I'm bored out of my mind and i figured the museum might be interesting. And wait, drinks, what drinks, and what escorts....wait on second though I don't want to know about the escorts, but seriously, what drinks?And I'm no charity. I just need a drink thats not going to cost me a arm and a leg, thats all." She said. She looked at him. He seemed ok, but there was something about him that scared her, something that told her not to trust him. She tended to listen to that part of her. It was often right. It had saved her many times before.

[Soren Renault (Scar)]

"You really are new to this place aren't you..." He shook his head and sighed. "Fine, look here, see Banzai, the one who was right here?"

He pointed to his henchman who was next to a statue of Chernabog (the gargoyle from Fantasia) and walked behind it. He knocked and spoke a password. A door slid open to reveal the same passage that Scar took to get to the Elephant Graveyard from The Outlands.

"That's how I conduct my business." It's also a convenient way for my customers to access "date" spots," Scar explained sounding quite proud of his idea.

With that he looked back at her and said, "Don't worry our drinks will be coming up soon. You still haven't answered my question correctly though....Why are you here?"

[Gerda Schmidt]

Gerda looked at him "Sorry but something tells me I shouldn't take a drink, from a guy, who's business is human trafficking. Just seems like a stupid idea ya know. And as for why i'm here. Look this place is cheep, I was getting cabin fever back in my apartment and I don't have the money to afford other forms of entertainment." She said.

What was she worried about, well from what she knew there were these things you could put in a girls drink to make her black out.

She ran a hand through her hair. She really was pretty, she didn't see it, but she was. Her hair was shiny and flowy, her eyes were a beautiful blue color, her lips were full, and her face had a happy innocent look, that was slightly ruined by the non trusting scowl on her face. She was thin and in good shape to.

[Soren Renault (Scar)]

A tad irked by the words "human trafficking," he denied the urge to snap her neck (for the moment).

"Little Missy, there are two things that you stated that I must correct. My employees were hired, not trafficked. In my opinion, willing employees work better because they enjoy this line of work. Just as a musician's passion in music, an escort's is sex and physical sensation.

Two, you don't have to worry about the drinks, wine doesn't take well to drugs, and I refuse to let any of my employees to use such under-handed tactics. They use all charm, which YOU, my dear, severely lack."

He looked at her sternly. He saw that hair flick, the kind you see on shampoo commercials. "If you think that move can entice, you are severely mistaken. You're not as attractive as you think. There's potential beauty with you, but unless you can embrace chance and learn to mind yourself, you can become quite the wonder....


Life's not fair that way..."

[Gerda Schmidt]

For the first time in a long time Gerda got a confused look on her face. What this man said had actually confused her. "What move? Why would I want to entice you, you'r like...thirty. And I don't need charm, I'm not trying to attract people. As for attractive, dude I'm not attractive at all. So why bother trying? I'm plain at best, I look like I'm twelve, I'm to short and I have a annoyingly round face." She said all of this as if it were fact, not as if she wanted him to deny it, but as if long ago she excepted these terms. "Besides the stuff about your business, which I assume is correct, the only thing you got right there was the last bit, life isn't fair."

[Soren Renault (Scar)]

"Young lady," he began while using all his will not to take the dagger in his jacket pocket out to end her right then and there, "again you assume incorrectly, and altogether make no sense."

"One, how can you assume that what I say is correct, than say that the only thing I got correct is that "Life is not fair!' Two, I thank you for the compliment on my age, I'm forty-two with children, my daughter only being a little older than you, SO HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF MISTREATMENT!! And finally, I may run rather intriguing businesses, I may look sketchy, and yes, I admittedly am sketchy. One thing I know though is that even though life is not fair, people are given tools to get past it. For me, it was a death, for others," to the girl "are beauty."

"With that I bid you farewell,and your drink should be coming shortly." He merely bowed, gave her his card, and walked behind the Chernabog statue to disappear into the darkness.

[Gerda Schmidt]

And there it was again, that voice of kindness. That voice that kept her from committing mass homicide, and talked her into being kind to that pick pocketer she met the other day. It was now pushing her to do the right thing again. But no, she wasn't going to, screw the right thing. She wasn't going to do it. No, no matter how much her brain said to she wouldn't....Now why were her feet makeing her fallow him.

"Look, sorry."
God damn it
"I didn't mean it to sound like that, I mean, the mistreatment thing, I don't thing your mistreating any one. And I don't mean to be so rude, I'm just, under some stress right now and my temper is a little short. I'm sorry that I offend you."

Well so much for not saying it.