[Pink Jackal] Fears and Fangs

She sat on the staircase on the second floor, leading to the living quarters. Her laptop was in her hands as she sat comfortably, her legs crossed. The floor was vacant, with not a single soul. It was where she had planned to house the Storm Knights, as their headquarters, only it had seemed as if they had other plans. She felt lost, abandoned even. She had no rush to set up all of the supplies. Dummies, punching bags and other equipment sat in a pile on the other side of the staircase. Her office vacant after relocating herself to the third floor. With the late morning, the club was mostly vacant. She had hired a great handful of new staff. Some were there part time, and were just like anyone else. Even in the mornings everyone got into costume. Some enjoyed it, while others soon left.

She had to juggle and manage all of her staff. Each one and their positions. Some wanting to dabble in her shadier, but still legal dealings, while others just wanted to work and go home. She was good and remembering who wanted to do what. But it wasn't keeping her good employees in check, it was keeping the villainous ones away from being noticed.

Kasey sat on the steps, her fingers typing away at the various messages online. Her own attire rather bare and simple. Loose sweats over her legs. Her feet bare. Her top covered by a short sleeved dress shirt, opened and unbuttoned. Her chest covered by the bandages that wrapped around her body. She was not one to be tricked by supports, or any brassier. And she wasn't taught otherwise.

She was waiting for one person however. Someone, unlike the others, she didn't pay on the hour, but by the job. She didn't hand him checks either, but cash directly. Einar. She wasn't sure, or couldn't remember if he had started already, or was recovering so he could. She didn't know if he had moved in already, or was getting ready to. When he was ready, she was sure he would appear, and all of the rules and policies, she would quickly go over with him, along with anything else.

Kasey stretched out her legs, extending them. Her light gray sweatpants getting caught on a step, her right pantleg rolling up to her knee. Her sky blue shirt still remained over her pale skin. Scars and bandages covered her skin, from head to tow. All of the various injuries and pains she endured, both in the name of evil, and good. She had to prepare herself for the end of the year. With Chrismas, or as she called it, Christophermas, New Years was around the corner. It was something she had to ready herself for. After all, it was a celebration.