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4.

This Chrissy girl is not much to look at. But she is eager to please and happy for every scrap of attention, so Vincent couldn't complain.

And last but not least: she is his ticket to get closer to Mr. Honey Voice.

He had been reading about the workings of the human psyche, and Chrissy was a perfect subject to say at least. While you cannot greatly change the superego, you can still slightly shift it through punishment and approval. Vincent carefully started to experiment with either applying loving gestures, looking out for signs of increased cooperation, and then time to time implementing fear as a different motivator. He found that the mix of the two, let's say 1 to 3 fear to positive reinforcement works the best. After he had the recipe he had to try and use it on the others as well. Trust is a huge factor, people don't believe anything you say until they think you want what's the best for them, and that you can provide it. But they also need to know their place, and their place is always below you. That is where fear comes into play, for one you need to find a common enemy, something to have a comradeship over. Naturally, it will be he who can ultimately protect his people from that big bad thing, he just needs to pinpoint something, like non-believers or gay people, it really doesn't matter. Whatever made-up 'sin' it was, people bit, but it was even more effective if all the hate pointed at one single person, but that was harder to utilize.

Also, they had to fear him, just enough, as people love but also dread their gods. Leadership was all about this, and he knew that the more he learned about the workings of the mind, the more he was able to influence it.

Either way, he was on a good road to having a community with a strong sense of esprit de corps, a sense of belonging. And soon, he would get to the pretty radio guy and make him join and have the perfect group, a little bit of everything. They will love him and worship him and soon he can run for senator or something... He gets his plan into motion by being the sweet boyfriend of Chrissy. Casually escort him to work, then pick her up in front of the building next time, and before he knows it, he is in the studio the radio guy works in.

Casually he walks up the stairs at the end of the day to go and find his oh so dear girlfriend. The doorman doesn't even protest, Vincent pays special attention to look sharp, like someone who has business there. He even nods to the man with a serious expression, just for the fun of it. Once he is up the stairs, he finds the main office with a few people still working, and a recording room opening from it, and holy shit it's him, he is talking to someone in the booth, with headphones on.

He is even more gorgeous in real life, nothing like the poster. Instantly recognisable by those cute glasses, but he looks even more slim, almost sickly lean compared to a man around his age. But the biggest difference from the paper is the eyes. Holy crap those eyes, they look mean and calculating and they are honey brown and he looks so nice with his little bowtie and vest he has on. His expression is bored yet seemingly still fully alert, like a big cat out in the savannah lounging, but always expecting an attack or... something worthy to prey on. And the little smile, the little half-smirk that looks so condescending and sarcastic which matches the voice he heard so many times perfectly. Oh god, Vincent is now weak in the knees he can only hope it doesn't show on his face, but luckily the man doesn't look at him, just keeps speaking to his colleague. He would keep watching him being totally creepy like this for a while if it weren't for the annoying shriek of Chrissy interrupting his awe.

"Omigosh Vinnie, you came to pick me up? You are just the sweetest." She catches him off guard and he barely manages to catch her, his first instinct is to step out of the way and let her fall and smash her head into the hard floor look at that they have wooden flooring, it would be impossible to get the blood out of the cracks and...

"Vinnie? Are you alright, you look a little distracted."

"I told you not to call me that! And no sweetie, I am fine. It was just a long day." His voice came out a bit harsher than intended but softened up by the end as his eyes trailed back to the booth and the dark brown-haired angel in it.

"Can we go now? I am craving ice cream like for the whole day, like I just told the new sound guy about... hey what are you staring at?"

Vincent is snapping back to reality, finally taking his eyes off of the man and back to the obnoxious girl, wearing the ugliest cardigan he ever saw - it has horses or some shit, and it's pink and frilly and awful.

"Hm? Nothing."

"Are you looking at Alastor, THE voice of the station? Oh, I had the biggest crush on him... Only before you though, of course! And you look a lot nicer, like muscular and not as skinny, like you are so much more manly, it reminds me-"

Vincent just has to interrupt her before she keeps going and someone notices him and how he should not be here. But he finally knows his name, so it wasn't just a stage name he uses on air but probably his real one. Even his name is pretty and unique.

"Ice cream sounds fine by me, but only if you leave your cardigan here, it looks hideous sweet cheeks."

Chrissy looks disappointed and self-conscious now, looking at herself like she doesn't know what she has on, and then quickly removes the burnable piece of clothing. "I uh, yes you are right. It was my mother's, and I hate it too, I just didn't have anything else, but I will leave it." Before she could finish, Vincent was already pulling her into his arms so he could lead her outside.
"Yeah yeah great, let's go then."