Thread: Modern Day Slavery (Athene & East)

Joslin Indigo Hawthorne September 14th, 2017 1640 PM Loyola University New Orleans, Louisiana The voice sounded ... young. Confident, for the most part, though there were a few times Joslin was almost positive it held a few anxious tones to it. Which was ... interesting. Even the person who put this up, then, was nervous just like she was? Well ... that was actually a bit reassuring. Maybe this wouldn't be as awkward or impossible as Joslin had originally thought. That thought seemed to strengthen as he even confirmed the amount of money was, supposedly, legitimate. Hoooooooly fuck. What a find! Joslin swallowed, feeling her heart was pounding quickly against her ribs. Of course, she didn't expect this to be without any complications. But what a way to work on making her college and financial life so much easier! Finally, she'd gotten a break. One she direly needed, too! As the male chuckled, she joined in with him. No offense, but yeah. Some parts of that ad were sorta ... well, lame. But I did see others that were way worse. It wasn't a complete failure, but it was definitely ... not what I thought would ever appear, either. A-Anyway umm ... sure. A coffee house sounds great. As the items that would be needed were mentioned once again, Joslin began typing them up on a notepad. The only one she'd never had prior to now was a passport. Traveling had always been costly. Now, however, it was even more so to leave the damn country, regardless of whether it was for a vacation, moving, or whatever. Oh, umm .... measurements. Right. 42 bust, 34 waist, 36 hips. I umm ... well, I'm a bit nervous. No shit, Joslin he likely picked up on that much, she thought, taking her turn to roll her eyes at herself. But I do want this. Need even, so I will be there. Eight is more than enough time to meet you. Thank you ... hey, wait! How will I know who you'll be when we get to the cafe? Too late. She had asked a few seconds too late. A frustrated groan passed her lips as Joslin rubbed her forehead. Well, shit, she muttered, glancing down at the time and then herself. Well. That passport ain't about to just create itself, girl. Get your ass moving! By the time it was five before eight in the evening, Joslin was a bit of a wreck. Not so much that she had forgotten everything she needed to do, though. All of the documentations Jace had asked for were clutched in her hands, held firmly against her chest. Obtaining a passport had taken a bit over an hour, and that was namely due to her arriving close before the place wanted to shut down. So she had to plead with them to not delay her. She had then gone home, played video games for a bit, and took a shower when 7 rolled around. Given she was about to get clad in a likely fancy dress, she opted to wear something much more casual for this meeting. Besides, ti was a coffee house. It'd likely make her stand out if she had chosen a skirt and top. Right? Well ... too late to run back home and get into those sorta clothes, she muttered, walking slowly through the front doors of Mojo's. As she started gazing around, Joslin already felt like a complete, utter idiot. Damnit. I don't even know who the hell I'm looking for or if .... wait. He was serious about bringing the money, supposedly. So ... anyone with a briefcase, perhaps? It wasn't much, but it was better than standing in the lobby wearing what was by far the most clueless expression she'd ever had on her face. Slowly, Joslin began walking and investigating all of the patrons of the numerous tables and booths, telling any staff she was meeting someone. Of course, she was greeted with odd looks when she claimed to have no idea what they looked like. But no one otherwise questioned her nor attempted to call any of the bouncers or actual police, which was good. She wasn't trying to get that kind of attention drawn to her. And just in case anyone tried to be incredibly persistent, she already had an excuse in her mind figured out she was waiting for a long-lost relative.