lies are like dollars [BLAINE]

[SKELL]

blame it on the girls who know what to do blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you blame it on your mother for the things she said blame it on your dad but you know he's dead

There was a gun strapped to Skell's thigh as she exited the small jet that had taken her here, handbag dangling from her shoulder. Her two large, muscular "business partners" followed. The young woman handed them the bag and delicately pulled off her sunglasses, slipping them back into their case and then concealing them away into her jacket pocket. A quick fluff of her hair, a brush off her dress, and she strolled forth to the large doors of the Indigo Plateau.

Meetings were common for miss Skell- but this one was probably the most important of all so far. How this meeting went could change the entire future of her family and their organization. If this goddamn meeting didn't go as planned...But it would go as planned. And if not, she always had that beautiful little pistol concealed away under her lovely skirt. Unless Blaine wanted to get very familiar with that gun, he'd do as she said. But hey. Blaine was no idiot. And if he wasn't an idiot, surely he'd accept Skell's generous offer. It would help the both of them.

"Olivia Bouras, here to see Mr. Blaine Lorenzo." She informed the secretary. The woman at the desk started at Skell's face for a moment (probably the tattoos) before shaking it off and typing something into the computer. "This is very important, ma'am. I don't want Mr. President to think I'm late." Her bodyguards stepped forward. The secretary pointed to a room down the hall, and Skell started towards it.

Upon arrival, she gave a polite knock.

LAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE!

[blaine]

A burly voice would respond to the knock, "You may enter." Whenever Ms. Olivia would enter the presidential office, she would gaze upon an unexpected sight. The large room lacked a President, instead containing two burly guards and an empty chair. Not an empty desk though, atop the desk sat a black screened laptop. One of the guards motioned for Ms. Olivia to take a seat in the chair in front of the desk. "The president shall be joining us shortly." The same guard said, staring off toward the wall.

A few moments after Ms. Olivia would sit down, the screen would pop to life and display the insignia of Lux before eventually shifting to the grinning face of President Blaine. Blaine nodded, his sunglasses shining from an unseen light. "Greetings Ms. Bouras. I hope you had a safe trip."

Blaine poured himself some sort of orange drink and at the same time one of the burly guards put a similar drink in front of Olivia. Drinks were also offered to Olivia's "partners" out of courtesy. After taking a few sips Blaine folded his hands and spoke, "I would like to apologize for my absence. I am taking care of some business in Unova, but I have not forgotten our appointment. Now then, what was it you wanted to speak about again?"

Blaine knew very little about Ms. Bouras. He knew she belonged to a powerful and dangerous family, which meant it was best not to ignore her. Though he could not imagine what she could want, Blaine was always willing to listen to the requests of powerful supporters of Lux...hopefully the request wasn't insane like that meeting with the leader of the so called, "Team Piffpuff" . Bunch of nut jobs those ones...

[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[SKELL]

blame it on the girls who know what to do blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you blame it on your mother for the things she said blame it on your dad but you know he's dead

As soon as her heels hit the carpet of the Presiden't office, she was in conference mode. This girl gets what she wants, and no one- not even the president- could stop her. Sure, she was an outsider, but she wanted to on the inside- stationed at one of Lux's highest positions. No matter how much of it she had, there was always one thing little miss Bouras craved. Control. She would kill her family to get it, and that's not just a saying. (She had killed two of them already, so why not finish the job?)

As the woman waited for Blaine, she gave a quick reminders to her guards. "Remember, you do not say anything." She told each of them quietly, trying to conceal it from the other people in the room. Got that, idio-" He tone lightened and a smile grew on her face faster than you could say pokemon. "Oh hi Mr. President." She gave a polite little wave.

He was a computer. Shit. Well, miss Bouras's threats wouldn't work in this case then. She'd have to really convince him that this was a generous, wonderful opportunity for his faction. She held back the frustration about his absence, instead pushing out all of the good feeling she could muster up. "Oh please, don't worry about it. You're a very busy man, I know that." She chuckled quickly, before continuing on in her speech.

"I'm here to talk to you about a possible alliance between Silph Co and Lux, Mr. President." Skell said, her smile replaced with a more serious business look. "And it might just give you control over Saffron City as well."

LAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE!

[blaine]

Blaine rubbed his chin with intrigue. Ms. Bouras had a familiar authority to her, very strange for someone so long. Then again such confidence was not unknown to Blaine. Many of the trainers who would enter his gym displayed this sort of ascendancy, a majority of it misplaced. Blaine found negotiations to be similar to gym battles, just a lot more boring...most of the time.

The deal provided sound very good, what Blaine was afraid of was what Ms. Bouras expected in return. Beautiful thing about one on one negotiation, you can just ask. Blaine took a sip of his orange drink and asked away, "This sounds like a promising prospect. I could only imagine what you want in return. What will it be Ms Bouras?"

A deal with the Silph Co. could be very beneficial to Lux. Besides some much needed control in Saffron, the availability of their research department would be very useful in Blaine's future projects. He just hoped Ms. Bouras would request something reasonable in return. Like more orange drinks, wouldn't that be special?

[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[SKELL]

blame it on the girls who know what to do blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you blame it on your mother for the things she said blame it on your dad but you know he's dead

The president was a calm and clever man, who could easily retract and hide his emotions. But Skell knew enough about people to know that he was very intrigued by this offer- and therefore, everything was going according to plan. Of course, she had been confident from the very beginning. Skell was very good with negotiations...after all, she had gained lots of practice throughout the past couple years. And trust me, Olivia Tracey Bouras always got what she wanted. In the end, it didn't matter how much blood was left dripping onto the carpet.

"On the contrary, Mr. President," The gangster opened up with another chuckle, "I am here to cater to your needs, and your needs only." She informed him sincerely , leaning back in her chair. Of course, this wasn't true. She wasn't here to cater to anyone's needs but her own. And if she had to lie and cheat to get herself a nice cozy position in Lux, she'd gladly do it. With a team of Lux soldiers trusting her, the largest company in the world, AND a mob backing her up, Skell couldn't lose. So bring it, Blaine. Ask all the questions you want, because Skell has got enough answers to stay here for weeks on end.

"Here's what I offer." Her smile disappears. "Free supplies and arms from Silph Companies incorporated," A hint of a warm smile crawls onto her lips, "As well as more soldiers and protection, used for any project of your choice." She didn't blink. Her eyes were lifeless, glued to meet Blaine's on the screen. "And one last thing. I think I, personally, can be of service to you." She smirked.

LAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE!

[blaine]

Blaine leaned back in his chair as the offerings were given. Supplies and support, always needed during war time. Already this sounded like a promising venture, there was much Blaine could quickly gain from this.

What bothered him is that Ms. Bouras was rather enigmatic about what she wanted in return. He usually enjoyed the mysterious, but the more she hid her motive the more worried he became about her request. He hoped it wasn't steep, it would be a dire shame to have to turn this deal down.

Blaine didn't understand her last offer, what on earth can she personally provide him that he doesn't have already? Did she want to house sit or something? Strange lady this Ms. Bouras. Blaine took a calm sip of his drink and sighed, "Sounds like a dandy deal but what I must know is what you possibly want out of this? I doubt you wish to assist me for free."

[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[SKELL]

blame it on the girls who know what to do blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you blame it on your mother for the things she said blame it on your dad but you know he's dead

Her lips were locked into a smile, a kind one, while her eyes flared open with craze as she leaned forward an inch in her chair. "Well sir," She began, face returning to it's normal, calm place, "There truly isn't anything in it for me." Skell gave rose her eyebrows. "I'm simply offering you free supplies, extra soldiers, and personal assistance from yours truly, as long as I can squeeze my way into your Lux ranks somehow!" She joked, giggling. She sipped the drink. Disgusting stuff in her opinion, (she preferred champagne) but it's not for enjoying. It's so she can look polite.

"All you have to do is accept my gracious offer and promote me to a position in Lux where I can be of assistance." She gave a smile. "Surely, you wouldn't turn an offer as good as this one down." Arms folding over her chest, Skell's eyes fluttered around the room. "You're no dumb man, Mr. President. I know that you want what's best for the public. And I just feel that you're so alone in this," Skell swallowed, "So alone in this, because every single person in the world is relying on you to do what's right." She gave a sympathetic look to Blaine.

"But not me, sir." She smiled warmly. "I can take care of myself just fine. I've become so good at it that I've decided it's time for me to give back to my home." Her "business partners" crossed their arms. "I love Kanto, sir. And Johto. I love the people of my home regions, so naturally, I want to keep them safe." She tapped her nails to the arm rest on her chair. "You've been doing quite a fine job so far, but eventually, Nox will grow. And it's always good to be ready, right?" She crossed her arms to match her partners.

"So. Do we have a deal?"

LAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE!

[blaine]

Blaine leaned back in his chair, his right arm hugging himself and his left elbow resting on it. He rubbed his chin in thought with his left hand, quietly humming to himself. Was that truly all? She only sought a position of mild power? Intriguing request, easily flexible. The question is, what did she plan to use with this power?

Blaine was reluctant, this can go one of two ways. Either Ms. Bouras brings glory to Lux and puts Nox to shame or she uses this power to further her own ends and makes Blaine look like a fool. Oh dear, what if she did both? Could he risk it?

It seemed like a modest price to pay compared to the great boon he would receive. No one would probably pay mind to Ms. Bouras is Blaine could brag that Lux has Saffron and the resources of the Silph. company. Indeed, perhaps it was best to take the leap. Now the question was where to put her?

Champion? No too publicized. Plus he would never hear the end of it from Balendin. That left sentinel and councilwoman. Which would she prefer? Blaine leaned forward, giving Ms. Bouras a king smile, "Well Ms. Bouras, you've given me an offer I couldn't refuse. I have two jobs that shall have the power you seek, you just have to choose which one you prefer. You can be a sentinel of the Lux army. It is hard work, on occasion you will be expected to do covert missions for the sake of Lux but you shall have the power you need to spread your...influence to Johto. Or do anything else you want really. If you seek some political power you can get a spot on the Lux council, have a say in laws and still have enough power to get people to do what you wish. No missions there, but meetings are mandatory and ahem, usually dull. What shall it be?"

[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[SKELL]

blame it on the girls who know what to do blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you blame it on your mother for the things she said blame it on your dad but you know he's dead

Oh, she was definitely planning to use this newfound power to further her own ends. Wasn't that sort of obvious by now? Skell held back a celebratory smirk, as her partners looked at each other over her head. Skell crossed her legs.

This all seemed reasonable to Blaine, didn't it? Of course it did, because it meant freebies from Silph Co, soldiers, Saffron, and a new, strong, powerful woman on their side. What would ever turn Blaine off of the idea? Nothing would. Not even evidence of Skell's personal criminal background could turn him off of this- Skell could be quite...convincing. She rested her hand on her thigh. ring around the rosie, her finger twirled in a circle, brushing up her dress as it went. a pocket full of posies-, she ripped her hand away from the gun, bringing it back up to her lips.

Her head rested on her hand as she spoke. "Well sir, these meetings sound awfully boring!" Her laugh was void of real happiness, instead stuffed with fake emotion after fake emotion. More important to make yourself look good than show people who you really are, right? "And besides. When I think of really, truly helping the Lux cause, which is my intention, I think of doing real work and I mean physical and mental, even if it's dangerous." Oh. Bullshit. Of course she didn't actually believe that, but as a sentinel she'd probably be regarded as a bit more of a serious, powerful figure....that was always a good thing. "I think I'd fare better with the former of your suggestions."

"And I can handle it sir. I assure you." She guaranteed. The truth was a rare find in Skell, and Blaine had just stumbled upon one of the most major real things about her- she could handle anything. "I have a team of strong pokemon at my disposal....and although it's not very ladylike, I can work a gun just fine." She chuckled. "just fine..."

Ashes, Ashes,
We all fall
down

LAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE!

[blaine]

Blaine rubbed his chin and smiled. It would seem Ms. Bouras wished to be a sentinel. Perfectly reasonable, Lux has been needing an influx in their covert agents. Plus, she'll be Balendin's problem now...and Balendin hers. Yes, everything worked out quite nicely with this deal.

With a wide grin Blaine nodded and declared, "This is a sound deal and I accept. I'm sure an exchange of paper work shall seal it. Send a confirmation document to my office and I'll send an application for Sentinel to yours. I think this is going to work beautifully for the both of us."

Blaine turned to get out of his chair before realizing that leaving in such a way would be rude. He swung toward the screen again, still smiling and said, "It has been a pleasure working with you Ms. Bouras. Before our meeting concludes is there anything else you wish to discuss?"

[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[SKELL]

blame it on the girls who know what to do blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you blame it on your mother for the things she said blame it on your dad but you know he's dead

There was no doubt about it- Skell had done her job. She was a very convincing woman when she wanted to be, and of course her words would influence such a attentive, clever president as Blaine. Sure Lux was nice and all- but that's not at all what this was about. She didn't actually care about Lux, of course not. But Silph Co. wouldn't suffice as a front forever, and the only possible organization that could stand up to it would be Lux or Nox.

But of course, Lux was better for one reason. If Lux trusted Skell, she wouldn't have to worry about being arrested, or having her mob shut down. Everything would work out perfectly- thanks to dear Mr. President. If he gave her this position, she'd be inches away from total domination of Kanto- so close that she would be able to smell it.

And he would give her this position. Skell knew that from the very minute she walked into this room. "I'll get the confirmation over to you as soon as possible." She promised, giving him a smile.

"That's all, Mr. President. And let me just say- I'm very excited to work with you." With you? Perhaps "under you" would be a more accurate term. More polite. Eh, not for her intents.

And her heels clacked against the hallway floors once more, as she strolled out of the room.

LAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE!