Hail Mary (Lo, casual)

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

Silver was valuable. More valuable than most people gave it credit for. Papally blessed silver was worth more than gold in many markets and was surprisingly easy to get at. It took a simple front, a costume, and a clever little trick to get the priest out of the church to visit some poor, destitute woman. James got dressed at his penthouse, donning the white collar of a vicar and applying a simple facial hair piece that looked natural and didn't bother him. He'd be a rubbish priest if he kept scratching at the spirit gum.

The trip to a specific Catholic church was short and filled with an odd array of well-wishers and religious idiots bowing to him. It was a bit unsettling. So many people would follow him to the death, blindly at that. James liked the power it afforded him but knew it was precisely why religion was such a farce. It was rationalized and politically correct brainwashing. Disgusting. Only the weak could be swayed by 'God' and his shepherds.

None the less, religious paraphanelia was worth it's weight in gold, or in this case, silver.

Candlesticks, of all things, blessed by a pope nearly 200 years ago could fetch $13 million each. This Catholic church, the oldest in the state, had 18 candlesticks that were lucky enough to receive such a treatment. They were his target.

Part of James's get up was a large, covered wicker basket that he had filled with food items. He passed them out on the way to the church, to the homeless and such, and kept just enough to cover up the silver once it was in the basket. James had planned it also that he would arrive at the church when there was the smallest chance of someone actually showing up and seeking guidance.

He wasn't a sodding priest after all.

James entered the church, pleased to find it empty, and went about with the rest of his plan. He broke into the room where the candlesticks were kept and took the ones on the alter. Slipping inside a confessional and flipping the switch to show that a priest was in there, either praying or waiting for someone, he set about reorganizing the basket so everything fit perfectly.

He hadn't expected for anyone to actually walk into the joint confessional and begin speaking to him.

[DOLORES HAZE]

"...and his wife was right. there." Dolores giggled uncontrollably at lunch, stuffing another bite of the peanut butter and jelly sanwich into her mouth, eyes sparkling under the lights in the cafeteria at Sacred Heart Prep. "...She had come home early from some nursing convention...and boy did she get a shock when she saw me and her husband getting our freak on at 7 in the morning... on their kitchen counter." This was normal, she liked to share her bedroom escapades with her little posse of friends, all of them there except Mona- who being the overachiever, was most likely at study hall for the test last period. Like she would care what grade she got on that geometry test- or was that english class? She didn't really know- all she knew was that there was something going on last period. That showed just how much attention she paid in class- close to nothing. Not much of a scholar, Dolores found herself staring into space, talking it up in the back of the classroom, or skipping it altogether to expore the concrete jungle outside.

She thought that she didn't need academics to go far at all. Talent was what would secure her a place in the spotlight- the only classes she seemed to enjoy was her dance class (required for P.E. credit- it was all child's play considering the type of dancing she did at night at the Cat Scratch Club) and her theatre class (only plays that were approved by the Chruch and they got to re-enact stories from the Bible), which was a total bore... but the only reason it kept her interest was that Jesus turned out to consistenly be a senior boy. Jackpot and good for her. Dolores found no hesitation in signing up for, coincidentally, Mary Magdalene one day- controversy fueled her determination to bed those boys in power, and gave them "gifts" they would never forget long after they would graduate. "She couldn't do shit... she just stood there and I fucking made that bitch watch. Her face was priceless, guys. Priceless." At that exact moment, one of the monitor nuns rushed over to the table and yanked Dolores out of her seat, apple juice spilling onto the dull, grey tiled floor. "Dolores Janice Haze! What have we told you about cursing!"

"Hey! get your wrinkly hands off me you prune!" Dolores snapped, earing a slap from the yardstick the woman held on her arm- and winced once, but still kicking, digging her heels. "That's it, off to the principal's office with you, young lady. We'll see what your punishment will be- and we'll make sure to have it last over an hour. Cursing is not allowed at Sacred Heart Prep. You should very well be expelled." Dolores knew why she was never faced with expulsion. Her mother, Charlotte, was still paying loads of money for her to attend this school, and helped fund many of the adjoining Church's activities. "I think the cursing is the least of your worries..." She mumbled under her breath, knowing that the nun was probably a virgin, knowing the nun probably couldn't smell the scent of sex on the young red-head's body. I didn't even bother taking a shower this morning. Smirking, but still trying to pull away, the girl tried her absolute hardest to cause a scene.

"HELP! She's going to throw me into the burning fires of hell!" After shrieking, she fell into a fit of more giggles, carely containing herself, allowing her body to be dragged through the old wooden doors, sandwich neglected and forgotten. Then, she noticed that the nun wasn't talking her down the familiar route to the Principal's office. "Where are we going? Where the heck are ya taking me?" The grip on her wrist was tight- and she could feel the loss of circulation. "You're going to confession. I'm sure Father Patrick is over there right now. You're just in time. Now you can pray to the Lord so he can forgive you for all your sins, Dolores." "What?!" She gasped, letting her face contort into one of fear and horror, making the nun think she was going to be docile and obedient for once. But Lo was in fact looking forward to this personal encounter with him- he was a damn sexy priest.

Just maybe she could try to get in into her tiny plaid skirt during the confessional. They would be alone after all- what would she have to lose? My underwear? Pfft. He'd like them! Just as predicted, she was stuffed into the small room with the shutter in-between. She couldn't see his face, but oh well... she wasn't going to force anything. Dolores figured that he should be pursuing her later on, and with that, she purred, "Good afternoon, Father Patrick... I'm ready to confess my sins, I've been so unbelievably naughty. I hope the God Almighty forgives me..."

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

James looked at the divider, a grin on his face and an eyebrow raised in intrigue. Whoever was in there sounded like they were trying to imitate a poorly done adult film. Supressing a deep chuckle, James leaned back so his face was safely hidden in the shadows. He ran through his research quickly in his head, narrowing in on Father Patrick. A southern man, soft spoken, a good listener. James took a moment to formulate a character before responding.

"Our Father forgives all of our transgressions through the power of his divine love," James drawled softly. Speak soft enough and the true tone of one's voice isn't easy to pick out or identify. James made sure that his meandering Georgian accent was firmly in place before continuing. It wasn't hard, it was one of the easier accents to parrot. James had been using it since he had first gotten into the game, especially in England. A Georgian stood out. James wasn't actually Georgian so it was simple to fade into the background.

That was beside the point. The accent was easy to duplicate but not necessarily Father Patrick's voice. James had to play it safe, keep his voice low and mockingly reverent of the space.

Not having anything better to do, and not wanting to tarnish the stellar reputation of the Catholic Church, James had to play along with the girl. "Tell me what you've done wrong, my child, in great detail, and I will guide you to redemption," His smirk was deeply set on his face now. He could wait to hear how the girl responded to that. Confession was obviously a joke to her, James wanted to see how far she would take it.

[DOLORES HAZE]

Dolores couldn't resist to snicker at Father Patrick's response. Divine Love? Pfft. We can all do without that. She rolled her eyes and slumped back in her seat- what a small space it was, and also dimly lit. She was getting easily bored, and was pretty sure that if she wasin here long enough, she'd get some allergy from all the dust. Sneezing was in no way attractive. Once she was doing the dirty with a psychologist of some kind and he sneezed- totally burning out the mood. She had to close her eyes and try to forget it ever happened to continue with what she was doing. It was probably one of the most unfortunate times during intercourse she ever had- because the man wouldn't fucking stop. In the end, she figured out that he had some kind of reaction to the perfume she was wearing and made a mental note to never drop by this guy again. He wasn't that bad looking, but was more on the 'undatable' side... he was one of those nerds who studied all his life and had a huge sum of money at all his efforts.

Rewarding, but still didn't help in the looks department. She grimaced at the memory and focused her energy at the topic at hand. She was at a confessional for cursing. What does Sister Mary know anyway? She didn't know diddly squat. That old prune should worship Lo for enjoying her life and not being so confined in some little convent and going to sleep at night a virgin. At his soft order to tell him what she'd done wrong, a devilish smile played on her deep red and pouted lips. Oh, I'll tell him alright.. I'll tell him all of it. And it'll be reaaal good. She uncrossed her legs and sat up in the small seat. Her eyelashes fluttered as she realized it became warmer in there than usual, and with that, she took off her plaid tie and undid a couple buttons of her shirt. Sweat was already formin at her browline, and she took a few audible breaths before opening her mouth to speak. "Are you sure Father? I'm afraid that I'll never be forgiven again because I've been so bad. I need to be spanked. That's the only way I think I could be disciplines... oh how it would sting under my skirt."

She let out a light whimper, scooting a little closer to the divider, "I'm sure you've noticed at at our school we're given really short skirts? Some people complain, but I love them... you see, there's so much room to do a lot. I don't get upset when it flies up... I just say, 'Oops!'" At her last word, she let out a light girlish squeal and proceeded to continue on in a soft giggle, whispering her confessions into the screen quickly, but getting her point across while her hand traveled downwards her young, slim body.

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

James raised a skeptical eyebrow at everything that left the girl's mouth. She was either full of shit or truly some sort of teenaged slut. He highly suspected the latter. He hid a snort of laughter and let her finish her little spiel.

"My child, God our Father does not look favorably upon sluts or whores," James punctuated his meaning with short, sharp sylabals. "If flogging was still approved by the church, I would have to administer it unto you,"

James closed his eyes and chuckled darkly to himself. He might as well ruin this priest's reputation completely while he was here. "But you like that, wouldn't you, little lamb? You'd like for me to cane you're pretty little ass for spreading your legs for every man with a functioning dick," James gave a sharp laugh and sobered almost immediately.

"Your penance shall be twelve Hail Mary's and to recite the rosary three times," Back to the good ol' boy. If all went well this girl would think her beloved Father was insane and would either avoid him or put a move on him.