[dohtml]<center><div style="width:430px; background-color:transparent; padding:10px;"><div style="background-color:#000000; -moz-border-radius: 7px 7px 7px 7px; padding:12px; text-align:justify; color:ffffff;"><center><img src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x97/liquid_topaz/Atesh%20Salih/banner2sammy.jpg"></center><br>Cash had always been lucky enough to have full control over his emotions. No matter what he felt, at any given time, it never showed unless he wanted it too. He had the ability to shape, change, and separate out emotions. Especially in work situations--he rarely let work get personal. To him, this was work. It wasn't his job, but as he believed that not bringing emotions into the tasks he completed for Evan made them easier to do, and got them done more effectively. This task, he believed, was especially important to approach with his emotions in check. Not only was he dealing with something Evan was personally involved with, but he was dealing with something that he felt strongly against--and, he realized, he was also dealing with someone's life or death.
<p> As Evan was personally involved, he needed to make sure he made the right decision because if something went wrong, his cousin would want an explanation. Cash knew that if Evan saw any emotional subjectivity behind the choices he made in this situation, it wouldn't go over well. He wouldn't be pleased to hear Cash was sentencing Quinn to death because he'd been a little pissed that day. And the fact that he could, simply, give reasons and possibly have Quinn's second chance be over was another reason he needed to keep his emotions out of this. Despite that he felt she didn't deserve this 'chance' at all, it was all she had left, and he knew that. So, he'd be careful. He'd judge her as if he didn't know her at all, and he'd simply check her loyalty like he was supposed to. He wouldn't at all think about this from an emotional standpoint, and it would be simple. He was Cash Rosier, after all--practically the king of ice. Well, it would almost be simple...there was one other reason Cash wasn't looking forward to this assignment, and that was because he would be more attached to the situation than normal (which still wasn't saying much, given his usually amount of attachment to his tasks).
<p>This attachment stemmed from a past relationship. The past relationship. The one that everyone has. The one that practically shaped every relationship a person would have from that point on. For Cash, it was his first and last real relationship. He'd like to pretend it was nothing serious, but it was. No doubt about it. He'd loved, and then he'd lost. He'd got committed, and they'd had separate values. She was a blood-traitor. She'd pushed away someone she was betrothed to. A lot like Quinn, don't you think? Maybe the similarities were small, but for Quinn, they were enough. He was one to believe in the 'little things' meaning more than the big things. In many situations, it was the details that mattered. It was the details that convicted and convinced. It was these details that showed Cash a similarity between Quinn and his ex, that made his blood practically boil when he thought about what she'd done. And it was these details he was going to be ignoring to not make a decision on whether she should live or die based on something she said that simply annoyed him. No matter how much that would please him.
<p>There was also the fact that Evan ordered him to keep an impartial mind, and therefore he had to.
<p>He didn't bother trying to smile in greeting when she opened the door, as most may have. She wouldn't expect a smile, and probably knew he believed she didn't deserve one. So, why bother? He nodded in response as she invited him in, grimacing as he entered her apartment. It wasn't nearly as bad as he'd expected, other than the current stench of cigarette smoke in the air. And by not bad, he meant that it seems she moved in, and wasn't much for home renovation and design. "Glad?" he asked, his eyebrow raised. "Why would you be glad to see me?" He moved towards the coach, and considered taking a seat, but then thought better of it. These pants had cost to much to risk getting dirty. "Shall we get down to it, then?" he asked, meeting her gaze. "As you know, Evan has asked me to...monitor your actions. He wants to make sure you're no longer...well, doing anything as to cause the Followers more shame than you already have." He may have promised to be impartial and do this right, but he never promised to be nice while doing so. "Basically, the days will be pretty routine: you'll be going to work, and I'll be checking in on you there. When you're finished, you'll either come back here or come to Purus until I am finished. If you need to run errands, you'll wait until I'm available to do so. A tracking charm will be placed on you to ensure you actually do this. If you have to leave while at work or if there is an emergency, I'll need you to report to me instantly. Consider me your own personal diary. Other than that, as much as I would find immense pleasure in watching you sit around smoking cigarettes and wallowing self-loath day-after-day, I decided it would be more time-worthy for you to go on other assignments with me," he paused, and mentally checked that he'd given her a basic run-over of the rules (which were basically that she could do nothing without checking in with him first), before adding, "Any question?"
<p>Formal. To the point. It was a wonder how anyone ever thought he had a stick up his ass, he thought with a mental, sarcastic, laugh.
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<b>notes:</b> hope it's okay. remember i'm not a fantastic evil person! | <b>credit:</b> goes to sol runs this town for the template, sammy for the graphic!