Poe De Spell (
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happilyeverbeginning2021-04-28 08:13 pm
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he's down on his luck / he's down on his knees (scrooge x poe)
This hadn't been the best plan, but for Poe De Spell, it was the only plan he had. He'd lost track of how long it'd been since that fateful day he ran away in the middle of the night, in a desperate escape to get away from his parent's clutches. The arranged marriage had been the straw that broke the camel's back.
What a sight he must be now, he mused. The high-class fashion he was once so proud of was basically in tatters. He had long since run out of the money he could use - he didn't bring his credit cards, that would have made for easy tracking. Anything he had managed to take had now been sold just so he could eat and maybe find a roof to sleep under, but even that wasn't made to be forever.
Where did one find work when your grades were bribed to As? Who did you trust, when his parents had a bounty on his head?
He did keep his phone, but it was off. If he turned it on, his parents would find him. But it was a last chance deal - if truly all else failed, he'd use it. He prayed it never came to that. Even if it meant selling the last thing he had - himself.
He sat on the side of the road, ignoring his stomach growling for the umpteenth time, eyes distant and not really staring at anything.
What a sight he must be now, he mused. The high-class fashion he was once so proud of was basically in tatters. He had long since run out of the money he could use - he didn't bring his credit cards, that would have made for easy tracking. Anything he had managed to take had now been sold just so he could eat and maybe find a roof to sleep under, but even that wasn't made to be forever.
Where did one find work when your grades were bribed to As? Who did you trust, when his parents had a bounty on his head?
He did keep his phone, but it was off. If he turned it on, his parents would find him. But it was a last chance deal - if truly all else failed, he'd use it. He prayed it never came to that. Even if it meant selling the last thing he had - himself.
He sat on the side of the road, ignoring his stomach growling for the umpteenth time, eyes distant and not really staring at anything.
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Hm. Hm! It did seem professional... of course, what did he? He wasn't sure what these things were supposed to say. Right now, he'd just have to put his faith in it.
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Scrooge was managing just fine and he followed the receptionist back to Poe.
"I'll print you out a copy of your resume and give you a call within the next day or two for if we have something open that fits your skillset," the woman said cheerfully.
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"Shall we be on, Scrooge? I will be waiting for that phone call eagerly... be it for work, or, otherwise." Oh ho ho ho.
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Scrooge followed Poe out though as soon as they were at the truck, he gave Poe the smuggest smirk he had, saying nothing.
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"You had a single, solitary, unitary, miniscule, tiny point."
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Scrooge pulled out of the parking lot. They'd have to find somewhere to park for a couple of days.
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Poe decided, ultimately, it would be a long time before he ever understood Scrooge... if he ever did.