<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Emilie_autumn3.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Entering the Front Lobby...</em></span></div><br/>Music blasted in her ears, little earbuds trailing a soft echo of the deafening music that was abusing her eardrums. Lulu's head bobbed in time with the beat, her high ponytail bobbing and swaying as if threatening to come undone. As she danced her way through the gallery doors, it wasn't until she'd spun around - finishing the song with a grand finale - and opened her eyes, a goofy smile on her lips, that she caught sight of the small crowd of people and...<em>Oh, <span class="bbc_u">shit</span>...</em><br/><br/>The smile that had frozen awkwardly on her face was immediately wiped off, her arms fell limply to her sides and she attempted to pick up a more 'professional' air, as Miss Myobi continually reminded her of. Dressed in a plain white blouse and skinny pants, Lulu almost looked normal. If it weren't for the heavy makeup that accentuated her eyes and full lips, along with the shock of red against her powdered white skin, not to mention the spiked leather boots and accessories...yes, she would have almost looked normal. Almost.<br/><br/>As it was, with eyes carefully lowered, music now off and not an earbud in sight, she quietly made her way around the counter and into the front desk. She was going to get it later, it was just a gut feeling. Lulu had completely forgotten that today was the day the newcomers were scheduled to arrive.<em>God, I am so fuckin' screwed...</em>Shuffling some papers around, she tried to look as if she were busy working, though from the corner of her eye she started checking out the newbies. Ooh...looks like they'd be getting a few additional cuties soon...<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Front Lobby, speaking to Shawn with others nearby...</em></span></div><br/>Her smile was one of those small polite ones as she watched the two discreetly. Never openly staring, carefully keeping the emotion from her eyes so that she wouldn't seem critical in any way, yet never missing any of the minor details. Perhaps it was due to her experience behind the camera that caused her to notice the smallest of actions.<br/><br/>Affections certainly weren't anything new around the gallery, many times outright flirting could be seen along with the occasional sleazy grope. Nothing Aline was new to, nothing she truly minded...as long as they holed up in a back room somewhere, out of sight. Ignorance is bliss they say.<br/><br/>"Really? I'm so glad everything went well then!" She took note of Mr. Pierce's request, jotting it down in the empty margins of Matilda's resume. Or should she refer to her as 'Tilly' now? Cute indeed. "Of course. Just a portrait then? I'm sure I can easily arrange that." The list of photographers in Waxing Rhapsodic were already running through her mind as she mentally picked out the person she thought would be able to complete the task best. The incentive of a little bit of extra cash would certainly muffle any complaints they may have.<br/><br/>"Unfortunately, I won't be able to arrange a shoot today. Would it be alright if you came back tomorrow to pick it up? Or we could always just send it to you as well." As an afterthought, "Will you be sitting in on the shoot?"<br/><br/>As she spoke she noticed Paul waiting his turn and then...Aline tried hard not to scowl when she saw Lulu waltzing through the doors, off in her own little world before snapping to attention. She almost heaved a tired sigh and knew that she'd most likely have a headache throbbing between her temples by the end of the day.<br/><br/>