BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD BANK [Patricia Work Thread]

So like, making money was suuuuper hard. Sucked that she blew it all on stupid shit. Most of it went to the arcade. And beer sometimes. And smokes. And clubs and like... screw it, know what? It was pretty much gone as soon as she got it. Stupid convenience store not giving her enough hours for full-time. But that was totally okay, there were more ways to make money out there. Patricia had some ideas of her own but a lot of them required work or just like weren't good enough, y'know? Couldn't be a sales lady 'cause she'd probably piss someone off down the line and someone important at that. Couldn't sell weed 'cause she didn't have any and if she did she'd smoke it herself. And like it was illegal and stuff and jail was a thing. But the easiest way to get money that required like zero effort was right in front of her: selling her blood.

Like literally right in front of her. Patricia was standing outside the blood bank having a cigarette before she went in. It was absolutely perfect! She didn't have to do anything but sit back in a chair and let them do all the work! Totally legit and better than doing actual work. This must be what an internet celebrity felt like, just rake the money in by selling your soul or some kinda garbage. But it was a way to do things, she wasn't complaining. Patricia cocked her foot up to grind out her cigarette on her heel and wandered inside to the vampire lounge. Yo that'd be crazy huh? ...shit Demons existed. That might be possible or something. ...whatevs, too late now.

The interior of the building was exactly as she expected. Crisp, off-white, sterile, completely and utterly boring. Coffee tables with old magazines and those weird metal chairs with the fabric on them like you saw in every other doctor's office. Window thing with a secretary positioned behind it. Same kinda junk you saw everywhere really. But this wasn't a doctor's office so it was pretty barren. Also because Demons usually just fucking killed you instead of let you bleed out. To be honest it was kinda creepy. But like... she was already here soooooo...

Patricia sauntered up to the window to get started, giving the receptionist a perky smile. She looked fairly older and not vampire-y at all, sorta like a librarian. Y'know, hair in a bun, long skirt, long sleeves, glasses, not feasting on open necks of children? This was totally a good idea.
"Hiya!" she greeted in a sing songy voice.
"Hello. May I help you?" Geez she sounded dead anyway. Maybe Patty had the wrong idea.
"Yeah! So I was looking to sell my plasma, I heard your office does that and stuff?"
"Yes, we do in fact. Although we are looking for certain criteria." Shit. Vampires wanted virgins, no luck there.
"Not a problem, I'd be happy to apply anyway. How do I get started?" Like dude it was free money. Patricia wasn't just about to walk away from that. She had garlic chips for lunch so she was probably safe somehow through bullshit logic rules.
"Well... we have an admissions form you'll need to fill out, we can review it and if you meet our criteria we can get started."
"Anything I can do today?"
"That's within the realm of possibility." So there was a chance. She'd go for it. It'd kinda be stupid not to, it's not like it was gonna kill her or anything. Probably. Dude that'd suck to have on a grave stone.
"Okay, sounds like a good idea! Do you mind if I get started?"
"Not at all Miss. Please take this form and fill it out to the best of your ability."

Patricia plucked the form from the woman's hand and loped off to sink into one of the Stock Doctor's Office Chairs(tm) and pen it in. It was just the standard kinda stuff, name, address, medical history. Patricia had to lie on a couple things but it's not like they could check and stuff.
Pfffffffft never. Not once in her life. Nope. Especially not today, bitch. Patty didn't know her blood type so she just wrote down O+ because that's what people needed the most, right? The rest of it was just bullcrap she didn't care about. The delinquent scribbled her signature toward the bottom and got up to turn her paperwork back in to the front desk.
"All done!" she beamed.
"Well that was quite fast."
"Yeah most of it was easy enough, not like anything I wouldn't be able to fill out, right?" Except the important junk that is. Basically all of it but her name. At least she was 18 and could sign it herself. The woman glanced the form over up and down as if picking it apart before finally nodding.
"Everything seems to be in order."
"Cool so we can do something today, right?"
"......."
"I mean it's not as if I'll be cutting anyone in line, this place is pretty empty."
"I'm not sure if-"
"Look..." Patricia sighed, rubbing the back of her head, "I'm kind of in a weird spot with my hours right now, I really need the money. I mean rent's coming up and I don't think I can put off last month's payment anymore than I have. You understand, right?" Yeah it was pretty much all fake except for the part where she needed the money. But everyone needed more money, right? The attendant behind the counter seemed to be pensive for a moment before relenting. Awesome. All it took was a little guilt trip to get what she wanted.
"I believe we may work something out. I will ask one of the physicians if they'll be willing, walk with me please." Patty gave a soft smile of gratitude.
"Thanks for understanding." With that she'd follow the woman to have her blood taken. Like, even if the docs didn't agree she could convince them too. One way or another this was gonna happen and it was gonna be worth her while.

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