Character fiction
Aug 11, 2016 21:19:54 GMT -5
Post by Nick Andover on Aug 11, 2016 21:19:54 GMT -5
So, I was like super busy this summer but still wrote a character fiction. I didn't follow the rules for submission but I still felt like getting it out. So here it is complete with spelling errors and mistypes!
Buy, Sell, Hold
Nick sat in his office working late into the night. He was going to be in the office all night, and oddly enough, he wasn't alone. Many members of the brokerage were up tonight because things were going to be strange on the forgein currency markets. The final votes for Great Britian's exit of the European union were being cast and it was looking like leave was going to win.
Nick had been predicting stay just a week ago, but a recent surge in the polls gave it about a 50/50 split in the voting. Nick didn't like that much risk. A coin toss was no way to make any kind of decision, that was the sort of logic that even the most lost members of his clan couldn't stand for. A lot of important decisions had to be made and a lot of information was hard to come by. Will the british pound drop in price? How will the Yen react? Will the Dollar gain ground? Did the sabbat kill Cato? Did it matter who killed Cato? Are there kindred that think I killed Cato? Could I have killed Cato if I needed to? Will the Euro drop in value? Will other countries call for leaving of the EU? What will the world bank think? Does it matter? Does any of it matter?
Nick blinked as the thoughts swhirled in his head. He shook his head and tried to focus back on the computer screen. Number surged all over the place. He was watching the Japanesse market, like he always did. It was easy for him to pull all nighters, work the night shift and generally speaking trade in Japan. When it was day there, it was night in New Hampshire. Everyone always thought he was a hero for doing the all the night trading. Helped him keep his personal masquerade. If Nick could call these next couple of days right, he could stand to make millions, if he got it wrong... he could lose millions.
Buy, Sell, Hold
If he got it right, The Ivory tower would find Cato's killer, beat the Sabbat and unify Manchester and possibly all of Northern New England. If he got it wrong, he fell right into a trap, The Camarilla was in danger and the entire city of kindred might get wiped out.
Buy, Sell, Hold
Did he pick the right stock? Did he pick the right Seneshal? Did he trade the right currency? Can the Sheriff be trusted? When does the market in Tokyo close today? Will the west side be full of were wolves?
Buy, Sell, Hold
"Nick! They're out, get out of the Pound, it's dropping like a stone!"
A shout from the other office snapped him out of his 1000 mile stare and he looked up from the number flashing on the computer screen. Nick went to Trade the Pounds that he had for Dollars but realized that he had already. He had zoned out and let the madness network take over. He looked at the clock, he had been in a daze for 13 minutes. Just like he always did. Why 13 minutes? How could the madness network have predicted the shift in currency?
"Nick! Billant move! Canadian dollars, never would have called that!"
Nick looked at his accounts and noticed how much of his money had shifted to canada. They had just changed a minor tax policy after the release of the panama papers which accidently made a loop hole that saved him about a million dollars in taxes. Did he do that on purpose? Was it the right move? Why was he still harpy? What were the independants up to?
Buy, Sell, Hold
Nick felt his phone go off, e-mails piling up. Tranaction histories pinging all over his aps. His terminal was flashing even faster and he noticed his hands were clicking away on both his computer and his phone at the same time. Data compiled, time zones fell over each other, money flowed, blood flowed, Politics flowed. Vision blurred, hands cramped, hunger grew. His time in the madness network made him feel more kindred, his time on the exchanges made him feel more human. Beast and humanity having a battle in an banking office.
Buy, Sell, Hold
"Shit, Nick. That's a 100,000 dollar mistake there Nick."
The voice from the other office said and snapped Nick out of his daze again. It was growing early in the day, soon the sun would be up. Damn summer time.
"Oh well Nick, you still managed to turn a profit some how."
Nick looked over his statements and rubbed his face in surprise. While the Euro Zone was falling apart, Nick managed to turn a profit. Why had he lost that 100,000 dollars right at the end? Maybe he did it on purpose to make it look like he wasn't usnig insider information, Maybe he made a real mistake, Maybe the Sabbat didn't kill Cato, Maybe the queen will overturn the exit and he'd have done all this trading for nothing, Maybe the week of nightmares was more than nothing and destorying carthage was a mistake.
Nick stood up from his desk and shuffled back from his computer. He moved to the door way of his office and called out to the voice he had been hearing all night during his trading.
"Yeah, great night of business."
He said. There wasn't a reply and after a moment a security guard came around to the office and gave Nick a concerned looked.
"Mr Andover, did you need something?"
The guard asked. Nick shook his head and motioned to the other offices.
"Nah, I was just talking to... who ever's in the that office."
Nick said and gave a confused look over to the office across the way. When he thought about it, he couldn't recall the name of the broker that worked in that office.
"Sir, you've been the only one in the office all night, everyone else was working from home tonight."
The guard said and motioned around to the empty hallways and offices. Nick looked around and rubbed his forehead in worry.
"Are you ok sir?"
The guard asked. Nick locked eyes with the man, gave a simple command and the man left. Nick looked around again, certain that he was fine. of course he was fine, he wasn't like the other members of his clan, he wasn't ill like them, he didn't fall for sabbat tricks, he didn't lose money in the markets, he didn't destory carthage.
Buy, Sell, Hold.
Buy, Sell, Hold.
Buy, Sell, Hold
Nick sat in his office working late into the night. He was going to be in the office all night, and oddly enough, he wasn't alone. Many members of the brokerage were up tonight because things were going to be strange on the forgein currency markets. The final votes for Great Britian's exit of the European union were being cast and it was looking like leave was going to win.
Nick had been predicting stay just a week ago, but a recent surge in the polls gave it about a 50/50 split in the voting. Nick didn't like that much risk. A coin toss was no way to make any kind of decision, that was the sort of logic that even the most lost members of his clan couldn't stand for. A lot of important decisions had to be made and a lot of information was hard to come by. Will the british pound drop in price? How will the Yen react? Will the Dollar gain ground? Did the sabbat kill Cato? Did it matter who killed Cato? Are there kindred that think I killed Cato? Could I have killed Cato if I needed to? Will the Euro drop in value? Will other countries call for leaving of the EU? What will the world bank think? Does it matter? Does any of it matter?
Nick blinked as the thoughts swhirled in his head. He shook his head and tried to focus back on the computer screen. Number surged all over the place. He was watching the Japanesse market, like he always did. It was easy for him to pull all nighters, work the night shift and generally speaking trade in Japan. When it was day there, it was night in New Hampshire. Everyone always thought he was a hero for doing the all the night trading. Helped him keep his personal masquerade. If Nick could call these next couple of days right, he could stand to make millions, if he got it wrong... he could lose millions.
Buy, Sell, Hold
If he got it right, The Ivory tower would find Cato's killer, beat the Sabbat and unify Manchester and possibly all of Northern New England. If he got it wrong, he fell right into a trap, The Camarilla was in danger and the entire city of kindred might get wiped out.
Buy, Sell, Hold
Did he pick the right stock? Did he pick the right Seneshal? Did he trade the right currency? Can the Sheriff be trusted? When does the market in Tokyo close today? Will the west side be full of were wolves?
Buy, Sell, Hold
"Nick! They're out, get out of the Pound, it's dropping like a stone!"
A shout from the other office snapped him out of his 1000 mile stare and he looked up from the number flashing on the computer screen. Nick went to Trade the Pounds that he had for Dollars but realized that he had already. He had zoned out and let the madness network take over. He looked at the clock, he had been in a daze for 13 minutes. Just like he always did. Why 13 minutes? How could the madness network have predicted the shift in currency?
"Nick! Billant move! Canadian dollars, never would have called that!"
Nick looked at his accounts and noticed how much of his money had shifted to canada. They had just changed a minor tax policy after the release of the panama papers which accidently made a loop hole that saved him about a million dollars in taxes. Did he do that on purpose? Was it the right move? Why was he still harpy? What were the independants up to?
Buy, Sell, Hold
Nick felt his phone go off, e-mails piling up. Tranaction histories pinging all over his aps. His terminal was flashing even faster and he noticed his hands were clicking away on both his computer and his phone at the same time. Data compiled, time zones fell over each other, money flowed, blood flowed, Politics flowed. Vision blurred, hands cramped, hunger grew. His time in the madness network made him feel more kindred, his time on the exchanges made him feel more human. Beast and humanity having a battle in an banking office.
Buy, Sell, Hold
"Shit, Nick. That's a 100,000 dollar mistake there Nick."
The voice from the other office said and snapped Nick out of his daze again. It was growing early in the day, soon the sun would be up. Damn summer time.
"Oh well Nick, you still managed to turn a profit some how."
Nick looked over his statements and rubbed his face in surprise. While the Euro Zone was falling apart, Nick managed to turn a profit. Why had he lost that 100,000 dollars right at the end? Maybe he did it on purpose to make it look like he wasn't usnig insider information, Maybe he made a real mistake, Maybe the Sabbat didn't kill Cato, Maybe the queen will overturn the exit and he'd have done all this trading for nothing, Maybe the week of nightmares was more than nothing and destorying carthage was a mistake.
Nick stood up from his desk and shuffled back from his computer. He moved to the door way of his office and called out to the voice he had been hearing all night during his trading.
"Yeah, great night of business."
He said. There wasn't a reply and after a moment a security guard came around to the office and gave Nick a concerned looked.
"Mr Andover, did you need something?"
The guard asked. Nick shook his head and motioned to the other offices.
"Nah, I was just talking to... who ever's in the that office."
Nick said and gave a confused look over to the office across the way. When he thought about it, he couldn't recall the name of the broker that worked in that office.
"Sir, you've been the only one in the office all night, everyone else was working from home tonight."
The guard said and motioned around to the empty hallways and offices. Nick looked around and rubbed his forehead in worry.
"Are you ok sir?"
The guard asked. Nick locked eyes with the man, gave a simple command and the man left. Nick looked around again, certain that he was fine. of course he was fine, he wasn't like the other members of his clan, he wasn't ill like them, he didn't fall for sabbat tricks, he didn't lose money in the markets, he didn't destory carthage.
Buy, Sell, Hold.
Buy, Sell, Hold.