Angel Dust

Angel Dust- Usually goes by Angie

Died at 19, and in early ‘33

Written by Snickers (20+, any pronouns)

10 years of writing at least (still don’t quite understand some of the finer points of rp etiquette)

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"Somethin' wrong with that? He's just a lil bit of a tough nut to crack, that's all. He'll come round. I'm a sweetie an' he's gonna come round sometime. After all, we's in the same studio now, an' Daddy'll be happy if we's get along."

Today at 7:00 PM

Angie <333 I have a job for you. come to M16, k?

“Daddy loves you too, baby.” Valentino scratches Angie beneath the chin. Angie has caused enough problems and has been through enough, and removing him from a work environment might mitigate the damage. It’s not just Angie he’s thinking about–he now has to brainstorm how to keep the rest of the clutter from spiraling, while still keeping them in line.

“Just relax,” he says, to reassure himself as much as Angie. He closes his coat around the two of them to keep Angie warm, hopefully make him more tired and let him sleep off his panic attack. “I’ll think of something.”

Angie doesn’t have to specify what ‘those’ films are for Valentino to understand his meaning. Snuff was the last genre Angie worked in before he was kicked out and Valentino found him on the streets. He’s not convinced for a second that Angie would be good at that. Angie is far too fragile and sensitive. Even one snuff film could traumatize him too much to do anything else. Even his toughest workers need a cool-down period after films.

“I’m not gonna throw you out. Part of our contract was that I’d take care of you. Surely you haven’t already forgotten?” He genuinely wonders. Sometimes, going to Limbo can mess with your memory. “No, Angie, you’re not gettin’ thrown out. But you suck at your job. I’m not havin’ you film anymore.”

He scoots back to lean against the bed. This could be any of the other members of the Clutter one day. He’ll push them too far or they’ll work themselves too hard for too long, and then what? When he started his porn empire, he assumed it would last forever. Maybe one day he’s going to be overthrown, taken out during Extermination, or just become washed up like Angie is. When you’ve grown accustomed to eternity, you forget how to deal with something ending.

“Don’t think about it right now. Hush. Just take a slow, deep breath.” He blows a pink smoke ring into Angie’s face to try and calm him. The less Angie is freaking out, the less stressful this will be for the both of them.