Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby
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				Title: <strong>Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 16:40:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: pristina;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">Lobby - The Gallery</span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/Lobby_Floor_Blueprint.jpg)</div><br>After the fire, the new gallery is now much smaller but its focus has not shifted. Upon entering Waxing Rhapsodic, one is privy to viewing the many works on display within the gallery. Stepping through the entrance doors, you are greeted warmly by the staff seated within the area of the front desk. Tiled flooring (http://www.californiaconstructioncenter.com/images/floor2_lg.jpg) stretches out before you, soft grays and off-whites swirling their silent welcomes. Pleasant music tinkles softly in the background as the viewer adjusts themselves to the environment. Walls (http://www.allendavidgallery.com/theartdistrict/images/15%20townsend/maine-art-galleries.jpg) - straight, and slanted - line up uniformly for the viewer to enjoy its exhibits. From landscape to portraits, the abstract to the traditional, black and white to swirls of neon colors with questionable names...all can be found within these walls.<br><br>The back of the gallery, as before, is dedicated to the true nature of Waxing Rhapsodic...<br><br>Next to the gallery, a small cafe is situated. Here, staff can more conveniently drop in for a bite of something to eat or a cup of coffee to get through the day. The location is open to the public and is also an easily accessible location for meetings to take place. 
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				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 04:21:23</strong>
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				<strong>Kunoichi - Sweeping the Lobby</strong><br><br>Standing calmly in the lobby with a broom, a young lady with orange glasses and green hair swept up, seeming to take great care as she went about her work.&nbsp; Sweep, sweep... dustpan...&nbsp; Then a little more sweeping, and into the dustpan, followed by a little more, and still more after that...&nbsp; It wasn't exactly her normal job to keep the gallery floor clean, but it was a task she had been assigned, and it was one that she seemed determined not to mess up.&nbsp; So then, concentrate...&nbsp; Sweep, sweep... dustpan...<br><br>This young lady's name was Kunoichi.&nbsp; No last name, no other aliases given.&nbsp; She wasn't entirely sure how she had gotten a job working at the illustrious Waxing Rhapsodic photography studio in the first place, but now that she had it, she certainly didn't plan on losing it any time soon.&nbsp; Which was why she was being so careful in her job now, though a number of small bandages sticking out in various places on her body, some from underneath the simple sleeveless t-shirt she wore, or the edges of the jeans she had on, or clearly visible on her feet since she was wearing sandals, made it rather clear why a studio assistant was currently sweeping the gallery.&nbsp; Being accident-prone tended to get you shuffled off into less-necessary jobs until they needed a lot of people for something at this particular studio.<br><br>In this particular case, a disastrous end to an attempt at making a bowl of popcorn had seen her ordered to clean the Gallery floor while someone less likely to somehow use a mop to start a fire took care of the kitchen in the floor above.&nbsp; Of course, by now they were undoubtedly done with their task, while little Kuno was still hard at work, trying to sweep away the thin layer of dust that had gathered on the floor without knocking into any of the photos that were hung around on the walls.<br><br>Thus far, though, she was being fairly successful...
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				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 04:57:16</strong>
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				<strong>Shawn Albert Pierce (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83967.msg3706742#msg3706742) - Entering Gallery Main Lobby |Speaking Indirectly to Anyone Listening</strong><br><br>It had all been a good day, if not an early day, and adding to this a visit to the Waxing Rhapsodic Gallery would make it a great day; as with always, Shawn was here hoping he could find something to catch his eye and/or strike his fancy; with the beautiful people who not only showed their wondrous art but were works-of-art themselves, never a dull visit did coming here make.<br><br>Casually pushing through the spinning doors, Shawn Albert Pierce finds himself entering his favorite gallery. His eyes shift along to those who happen to be about as he walks with purpose to a spot near the counter. There he hangs the wooden cane he caries on the edge of the counter and smiles softly; the cane's handle is detailed with elaborate designs and symbols, their meaning is nothing but the design itself prove handy in certain situations.&nbsp; With his smile he slowly looked around the main area then nodded slightly to himself. “I hope Aline,” He said her name correctly, “And the other photographers have something new.” He chuckled,&nbsp; “They usually do, but I am not going to start making assumptions.”<br><br>His attire was clean, he wore a blue suit (http://img.alibaba.com/photo/105947209/Navy_blue_Suit.jpg) like he always did; today it was almost black but, in contrast to the bright surroundings, it looked almost a shade of purple; the buttons on his shirt lined his torso perfectly down the middle and all the proper lines were creased and he wore a simple jacket to keep himself a little warm as he walked about the streets (after all, it was that time of year). His shoes were loafers (http://www.skechers.com/c/img/productimages/large/62066_BLK.jpg), a black to match the almost black of what he wore but they shined in the light as were very well polished. Shawn was clean and well kept; obviously showing his best-foot-forward, though not-so-much trying to impress as might imply. Shawn simply wore what he thought fit him best.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 09:33:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Lobby</strong></div><br>Peering out the window of the cab as it came to a stop in front of the oddly plain building, Courtney felt a little apprehension hold her to the seat.&nbsp; The idea of joining this studio had been exciting when the woman Aline Myobi had contacted her, but moving halfway across the country to a city she'd never been to before to work for a studio no one's ever heard of was a huge leap of faith for Courtney.&nbsp; She was used to taking care of herself and making her own decisions, but this was a bit extreme for even her.&nbsp; Of course the recent fall out with her latest Agent over a disagreement about "her look" had given her the incentive to get out of town and never look back.<br><br>Courtney sighed, handing the Taxi driver a twenty.&nbsp; "Keep it!" she said smiling at him, the weight of her situation showing in her expression.&nbsp; Stepping onto the street she slung the large duffel bag which held everything she owned over her shoulder, the strap pulling the already tight pink sleeveless shirt with mickey mouse splayed across her large perky breasts tighter.&nbsp; The sun was bright and warm giving her a new sense of purpose as it washed over her.&nbsp; The light from the sun accentuated the colorful tattoos on her upper arms.&nbsp; She looked up at the sun, her ice blue Oakley glasses reflecting the light.&nbsp; Her long brown hair was braided back against the back of her head.&nbsp; She ran a hand over her torso, straightening out her shirt which stopped just below her belly button, exposing her mid drift.&nbsp; Her hand continued running down to her hip, straightening any wrinkles from the tight denim jeans which started just below the first two of five red and yellow stars on her hip and followed every curve of her hips and thighs.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, Courtney stepped into the revolving door and the cool air of the lobby.<br><br>There was no one at the main desk, and the young girl sweeping the floor seemed like an odd type for a receptionist.&nbsp; The handsome man in the blue suit caught Courtney's eye almost immediately as she entered the large lobby.&nbsp; She looked him over once, his tailored style screamed pompous asshole, but she reminded herself she had to be careful about assumptions in a new town like this.&nbsp; Aline had said there were rooms set aside for the models to live in, but nothing in the lobby directed her to them.&nbsp; She finally reserved herself to waiting to see if anyone else would arrive who might be able to point her in the right direction.
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				Title: <strong>Heading to the Gallery To Meet and Greet</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 15:40:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Draven- Entering the building</strong></div><br>Draven Blackwood was feeling dangerous today. He had pulled his red and black Ninja (http://www.ralepi.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/2010-Kawasaki-Ninja-ZX-6R-Red-Front-Angle-View-588x392.jpg) out of the garage. Taking his bike to the streets as headed for Waxing Rhapsodic. It was just one&nbsp; of his edgy days. He pushed the bike down those slim streets taking unnecessary risks.&nbsp; Slipping through traffic and not slowing down until he made it to block Waxing Rhapsodic resided on. The intense ride had put him at ease for the moment as he slid onto the pavement. <br><br>Coming in through the entrance Draven passed the reception desk. He only slowed his stride as he entered the main gallery. taking his time as he began to observe the displays.&nbsp; not really formin g an opinion on them. The only work he really cared for was his own. He passed by some people that were observing the photos. One gentleman caught his attention simply by the style of his cane. If there was one thing Draven knew was fashion. This man had style. He had went for the clean cut look. Draven had decided to go in the opposite direction in is attire. <br><br>He a had come casual. Wearing a black Jacket (http://viparo.com.au/new_ebay/products/mens-black-modern-brando-leather-biker-jacket/mens-black-modern-brando-leather-biker-jacket-unzip2.jpg) and tee with Dark blue jeans. The straps of biker gloves hanging loosely as he mad his way through the gallery. Dray noticed the young woman the man was talking to. she seemed to be here to work as well. Her face looked slightly familiar. She had obviously been in a high profile add or two. They seemed to be deep in conversation so he continued his way through the gallery. He soon had enough of the regular pictures and head to to the explicit section of the gallery. The only reason people came to Waxing Rhapsodic. There non-explicit material was good but you could find that anywhere. Their edgy style was what had attracted him here on the first place. He stepped inside taking everything in. He smiled. It seemed that Ms. Myobi had been working on some interesting pieces.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 15:53:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Sanders - Entering the Building</strong></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://i51.tinypic.com/244csxh.jpg)</div>The journey had been tiresome..but Catherine knew it was gonna be worth it. In this game, you don't go anywhere if you don't persist with your desires. You have to keep at it..and when you cross a certain threshold, the sky's a limit. Catherine's crossed it..she's been there and she knows what it feels like. And when the oppurtunity of Waxing Rhapsody studios presented itself..she knew it was something which would be taking her to newer heights and pushing her limits in directions she hadn't had a chance to explore in past. Yes, the studio was rather unknown compared to other famous work she had done..but it had caused a buzz like anything in the underground circles..due to it's innovative nature and the way it managed things in unconventional manners. The prospect of being part of something new like this was just great.<br><br>She walked out of the taxi and threw some notes at the driver. Happy to have finally gotten out of the smelly thing. "Use the extra cash to maybe getting that dump cleaned up every once in a while." She said in an acidic manner as she walked out on the street with her bag which contained her essentials. She was wearing a white shirt and faded blue colored jeans. The wind flew in light gusts as it caused her unkempt short hair to grow somewhat more messy. As she walked, she slightly rubbed the tattoo on her forearm..one of her old habits. The large structure stood in front of her. The studio appeared to be very much wealthy which was always a good sign. She walked in to find that already few other people had made their way in the place before her. A young woman who obviously appeared to be a model whilst a man who gave off the air of a buyer. She eyed them for a moment and moved towards the gallery..showcasing previous work done by the gallery.<br><br>Her eyes scanned the different themes, various experiments done in terms of shades and lighting, costumes. The variety both in adult and non-adult section was spellbinding. The material available was definitely edgy and not the kind one would hope to bump into in other regular mainstream stuff. She had seen some of that over the internet and had been impressed..but to see them physically in such large, impressive form in all of their glory had a different hypnotic feel of it's own. Walking through..she noticed another man observing them in the same way. She smiled lightly as she looked around. "Incredible, aren't they?" She said..half to herself and half to the man in the gallery with her.
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				Title: <strong>Draven-Viewing the Explicit section of The Gallery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 16:45:31</strong>
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				<div align="center">D<strong>raven- Vewing The Explicit Section of The Gallery</strong></div><br>Dray noticed the young woman as she entered the gallery observing the pieces all around with the same reaction he had just a few moments ago. Getting a better look at her face he recognizing her immediately. It was Cathrine Sanders. He had seen her work from time to time. He made it his business to know some of the bigger players in his line of work. He wasn't sure if she was speaking to him or not when she spoke but he answered anyway. "Yea, Very edgy yet some how classy". Giving his honest opinion on the work before him. He rarely did such things but the work before him deserved an honest look. He walked over to Catherine introducing himself " I'm Draven. Draven Blackwood." He said as his lips brushed against her hand in greeting. He was feeling oddly old school at the moment. Saying pleased to meet to at the end of their introductions.&nbsp; <br><br>"How did you hear about this place" He asked. It seemed that word was spreading about Waxing Rhapsodic. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 16:55:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Sanders - In Gallery</strong></div><br>Catherine watched the man walk towards her. She hadn't really known him but he sure seemed to be interesting. "Pushing the boundries you know? Seems to be bringing out the best out of those who're working here." She heard him introduce himself as he lightly kissed her hand. She chuckled. "Nice to meet you..i'm Catherine Sanders. As for how I heard about it, well..it's hard to miss out on the buzz isn't it? I mean, these guys are rising in reputation like anything..and judging by the work hanging here..very much deservedly so. Who wouldn't want to have an experience of shooting here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 17:32:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"> <strong>Draven-Viewing the Explicit Section of the Gallery</strong></div><br>Draven nodded as she spoke. "You're right who wouldn't, he said. "I haven't worked with them before but I know some people who have. They say.. it's the best shoot they've ever done. So I got my self out here. A chance like this is definitely a once in a life time opportunity." he said as they started to make there way around the gallery. Noticing the different styles. "My last shoot was uneventful. So I'm really looking forward to this. Plus I need a new aspect to my portfolio." He said making conversation. Draven let her lead them through the gallery listening to her critique the different displays. But mostly eying her as she moved through the floor with the usual grace. That all top tier models seemed to have. Her faded blue jeans hugging her just right. And her short hair messed&nbsp; lightly giving her a very sexy look. He smiled to himself as he continued to talk about the displays he was no longer interested in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 17:48:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Moving through Explicit Gallery</strong></div><br>Courtney was surprised by the next two people who walked in to the lobby while she was slowly browsing through the art in the front rooms.&nbsp; The man was familiar, but she couldn't place where she had seen him before.&nbsp; His casual rough look sparked some interest in her, as men of that nature always did.&nbsp; She had always been attracted to the bad boy and generally ended up being more bad than they were.&nbsp; She smirked lightly to herself as the man disappeared deeper into the exhibit.&nbsp; <br><br>Admiring some of the other pieces in the gallery Courtney found it curious that this studio had such an edgy reputation when all of the pieces on the walls were of relatively normal stuff.&nbsp; She had been told that Waxing Rhapsodic would be a trip down a darker rabbit hole than she had experience back in LA.&nbsp; While she considered the quality of some of the pieces the second person walked in.&nbsp; A younger girl with short messy hair walked in.&nbsp; She had an air about her that Courtney had seen all around a number of shoots she had been at in LA, and although she understood the attitude, she didn't necessarily accept it.&nbsp; Of course Courtney had an attitude too, so realistically what could she say.&nbsp; She had recognized the girl more readily than the man.&nbsp; Courtney had worked a lingerie shoot with a few years back, but for some reason could only recognize the face, not the name.&nbsp; The new girl also disappeared deeper into the gallery which lead Courtney to believe there may be a models exit there.&nbsp; <br><br>Following into the back of the Gallery, Courtney felt a stirring deep inside her that caught her by surprise as her eyes were first introduced to the more dark, sensual side of Waxing Rhapsodic.&nbsp; Mesmerized by the combination of color, shade, lighting and angle, Courtney felt her body tingle realizing one day she may be hanging on these walls displaying the boundless expression of the studio.&nbsp; The man and the woman had started talking to each other as she entered the room.&nbsp; He introduced himself as Draven Blackwood, a name she recognized from around the industry but had never met, and she introduced herself as Catherine Sanders.&nbsp; Instead of interrupting their exchange she decided to continue enjoying the display, coming up with ideas of her own for the future.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 17:58:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>In the elevator, heading to the Lobby...</em></span></div><br>Elevator music played softly in the background, so much so that you almost missed it due to the whirring of mechanisms. The petite woman hummed softly to herself, eyes lowered to the clipboard in her hands. <em>Flip.</em> That sharp rustling of paper, the snick as it was flicked over to the next page. A closer look showed that she was going over a list of resumes - more specifically, the new models and staff that should be showing up sometime today.<br><br>Still early in the morning, Aline had found that not only were they short on staff to begin with...but no one had arrived yet! Typical.<br><br>Brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen as she read, she tucked it back behind her ear. The rest had been styled in a messy up-do, tied in a half-bun leaving plenty of the dark locks styled to the side. The longest piece of spritzed hair tickled the back of her neck, silver wire twined into twin drops hung from her ears while her neck was left bare. The suit jacket (http://www.fashionica.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/kostym.jpg) she wore had been left unbuttoned, a creamy silk blouse revealed underneath. The low cut of her blouse revealed glimpses of soft curves, but nothing that could be deemed unprofessional. <br><br>When the numbers at the top of the elevator glowed '3', a hand went down to smooth away any creases, to tug the jacket neatly in place, and back up to ensure that her hair could be considered fashionable instead of a mess. Checking herself in the reflecting metal of the doors, she saw that her makeup wasn't smudge - so light a layer that only the hint of mascara and eyeliner gave her secret away. Many times, her age was a disadvantage. People took one look and eyebrows would raise. Too young, they said. <br><br>It hadn't stopped her so far.<br><br>As the doors slid open, she stepped out and stopped to glance around at the surrounding walls. This was the end result of all those previous months toiling away. Advertising, recruiting, finances. All worth it. <br><br>Walking towards the front of the gallery, a shock of bright green hair attracted her eyes right away. Ah yes, Kunoichi. The assistant who was always too eager, always trying to please,...always somehow managing to incur catastrophes in ways Aline hadn't known possible. Perhaps she was better off in the gallery. Noting that she was still sweeping, a look of utter concentration on her face, Aline merely nodded a silent approval for fear of breaking her concentration and hearing the shattering of glass frames soon after.<br><br>Brushing away idle thoughts, she spotted a familiar figure that brought a pleasant smile to her lips. Heels clacked sharply against the tiled floor as she walked around the large front desk. It seemed that people hadn't started showing up yet. A thought flashed past her mind that perhaps they had wandered to the back of the gallery, for the time being..."Mr. Pierce! What brings you to Waxing Rhapsodic today? Already looking for another beautiful piece?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 18:21:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Draven- Viewing the Explicit Section of the Gallery</strong></div><br>Draven notice the other woman as she entered the room. He smiled at her reaction same as always. Cathrine had gone quite retracting into her thoughts. After a moment or two he told her he hoped to see her around.Saying that he hoped they would be able to wok together sometime. Making his exit as he moved to another part of the section. The pieces here were even more toward the controversial. He had spotted the woman again as he made his way around. They came to the same piece from opposite directions.&nbsp; "Hey" He said." Interesting piece isn't it." Mirroring what Cathrine had said to him, but the truth of the matter was that they were all very intriguing. "I'm Draven by the way."&nbsp; He said introducing himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 18:49:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Moving through Explicit Gallery</strong></div><br>Courtney had apparently been totally drawn into the piece in front of her.&nbsp; The womans arms and legs were tied behind her back, with a ball gag in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes.&nbsp; The lighting was dark behind the body but the real exciting part of the picture was that it was all black and white except for the woman's bright red lips and the bright red of her Lycra bikini bottom panties.&nbsp; <em>" Interesting piece isn't it."</em>&nbsp; Courtney had noticed a slight wetness growing inside her when Draven's words broke her out of the trance.&nbsp; She hadn't even noticed him slide up beside her.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I'm Draven by the way."</em>&nbsp; She was finally broken out of her trance when he introduced himself to her.&nbsp; "huh.......oh sorry!&nbsp; I'm Courtney Rivers. And yes it is a very exciting piece."&nbsp; She smiled happily, a little embarrassed by the fact that he caught her off guard and was probably very aware of the fact that she was mildly turned on at this moment.&nbsp; "I'm new here.&nbsp; Do you work for Aline?"&nbsp; She got a better look at him now from the quick view she got earlier.&nbsp; She wasn't sure if it was an after effect of her response to the picture or his simple alluring masculinity, but she found herself attracted to the man before her.&nbsp; "This place is so amazing...I can't wait to get started."&nbsp; Her eyes must have given away her mild attraction to him, as well as her excitement to the new environment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 19:47:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Matilda "Tilly" Haraldsen</em> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83967.msg3707421#msg3707421)<br>(http://pics.livejournal.com/liona5/pic/00c5xaz9)<br><em>Arriving to work on her first day...late, as usual.</em></div><br>Tilly was late. As usual. It was amazing how she still managed to be surprised every time she looked at the clock and cursed at the time. After all, when someone arrived to every appointment at least 15 minutes later than intended, you would assume that person would begin to expect this. Not Tilly, though. No, she always told herself that <em>next</em> time would be different. She'd even be early! No...the only time Matilda was ever early was if she arrived far ahead of time, because she was mistaken of the actual appointment. <br><br>Today was no exception, and as she rode the subway, she tapped her foot restlessly in a subconscious wish for the underground train to move faster. An older woman in a smelly coat next to her turned and glared, and Tilly sighed.<br><br>"Sorry."<br><br>She forced her leg to stop moving, and soon she felt the automated voice call out her stop. Finally! Rushing off the car, she ran up the stairs and stopped once she reached the street. Trying to remember which way to go, she finally decided on left and began walking quickly, not really paying attention to where she was going. When she arrived, she almost passed it up, but she looked up at the sign and smiled. She wasn't but 7 minutes late, and to her, that was relatively early. <br><br>"Finally."<br><br>Pushing the door open, she saw some people already milling about in the lobby, and then...oh God...her boss. Blushing crimson in embarrassment, Tilly tried to walk past Aline rather nonchalantly, as she didn't want to interrupt her conversation with the...ooh...very attractive gentleman...but...<br><br><em>Pull yourself together Tilly!</em> My God she was easy to distract. Sighing, she gave an apologetic smile to Ms. Myobi, and turned to give a slightly subconsciously flirtatious smile to the well-dressed man. She could hear people in the gallery, and she hoped they were the models they were expecting. She'd been briefed on what to expect, but she was still new.<br><br>She made her way to the cherry wood (http://www.montavista.com/catalog/images/JapaneseCherryWoodDSC00047.jpg) desk (http://www.furniturewholesalers.com/prod_img/MAYDE00733/gallery/reception-desk.jpg), her black high heels (http://www.zappos.com/images/714/7142251/827-262107-d.jpg) clicking softly on the elegant tile flooring. (http://www.californiaconstructioncenter.com/images/floor2_lg.jpg) She wore a black and white houndstooth sweater dress (http://www.fredericks.com/Houndstooth_Sweater_Dress/21346,default,pd.html?cgid=cl7), and her red curls were pulled back with a black headband. Her make up was light, but pretty, and she only wore a pair of black chandelier earrings. (http://www.arizonafoothillsmagazine.com/afm-style-files/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/lee-anglel-crystal-drop-earrings-black.jpg) She set aside her black handbag and put it beneath the desk before adjusting the chair to her shorter height. Looking around, her heart rate finally calmed down a bit, and she focused on her boss and the handsome man. Would she be fired for being late her first day? She hoped not, as she really needed this job...badly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 19:54:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"> Draven- Viewing the explicit section of the gallery </div><br>Draven smirked as he as he looked at Courtney. He had seemed to take her by surprise. Wondering where her thoughts had been when he answered her question " No I don't work for her just yet but i plan to. I'm new here as well." He said. His eyes taking in her body in the process. <em>"She's hot"</em> he thought to himself looking at her tight pink sleeveless.&nbsp; "Ive never seen mickey mouse look so good" he said flirting a little.binging attention to the mouse print placed perfectly across her chest. Draven had let some his lust drip into his voice. Letting her know just how good he thought she looked. He noticed the tattoos on her arms, and asked if he may take a look. Tracing his fingers over the intracet lines of her tattoos.While asking if she was from around here. His eyes never left hers as pretended like nothing was happening. While he continued to flirt.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 20:30:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83967.msg3706742#msg3706742) - Gallery Main Lobby |Speaking with Aline about Matilda</strong></div><br>Watching. That’s what Shawn had been doing, watching. He watched as others came and went, as the cute girl with the green hair made such a strong point to keep her attention to sweeping. See the man who’d arrived by motorcycle, though admittedly without a helmet this could not be discovered by Shawn himself, and see the way he moved as well as the others who arrived. Someone of an extra interest was the pretty looking young-man who had arrived as though lost.<br><br>Most of all who arrived, were gone already; having moved to the more adult section, no doubt. Either people who had been here before or people who worked here and were new to Shawn’s eyes. Thinking on it, only a couple of those who showed up after him seemed all that new. If he recalled correctly the cute thing with the broom’s name was Kunoichi. She certainly was an odd quirk even among the others who where there, especially with those bandages; what ever could they be from?<br><br>But taken from his thoughts came Aline out of the elevator, Shawn’s eyes had diverted to the woman who now greeted him; taking his cane up quickly and pinning it under his right as he smiled. “No need with the formalities, Aline, we are friends last I checked. But I am simply watching, now, looking to see if anything catches the corner of my eye.” His words were light and charming but he was not flirting with Aline, not today anyway. “I was, however, wondering if-”<br><br>Words cut off, a rather beautiful red headed woman came into his sight from nowhere. Out of the absence he was paying to his surroundings came what he was looking for; such was typical, stop looking for what you want and it simply shows up to flirt with you instead; nodding his head to Matilda and smiling in return he stopped what he was previously going to say to Aline and started over. “You have her working the desk,” He asked in a whisper as he leaned closer to the woman he was speaking, “Do you have any shots of her I may look at, or have I lucked out this day?” His face slowly began to show disappointment as he realized his own answer, she did work at the desk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 20:52:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Sanders - In Gallery</strong></div><br>Catherine had been lost in her own thoughts as she was observing the picture of a man on his knees as a woman raiser her whip in a menacing manner above him. The stark black and white photography emphasized them in ways the colors could never have been able to in a thousand years. She suddenly looked up to find that another woman was in the room and Draven seemed to be talking to her as they watched the picture of a submissive woman. She looked interesting. Walking casually Catherine joined in. "These pictures..some of them are so enchanting and hypnotic that one just gets lost in them don't they? I totally forgot I was even talking to you back there!" She said referring to Draven.<br><br>Smiling lightly at the woman next to her. "Now where have I seen you before? The face is definitely familiar..." She said with a smirk. "I'm Catherine Sanders..and i'm pretty damn sure we've worked somewhere together in past."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 21:26:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Draven- Viewing the explicit section of the Gallery</strong></div><br>Draven released Courtney's hand as Cathrine joined the conversation.He smiled and nodded knowing exactly what she meant about the pictures on display.&nbsp; He listened as the girls talked not really adding much to there conversation. They had once had a shoot together it seemed. As they talked however he couldn't help but compare them. They were definite opposites but equally beautiful women. He had yet to see any of Courtney's work but could tell by the way Catherine spoke that she must be good. He wondered if they would be able to work together in the near future. To portray there contrast of personalities in one shot. Would be a very exciting piece. Dray soon worked into there conversation mentioning some of his thoughts to the women. Listening as they talked over his sudden suggestion
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 22:39:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>In the Lobby, speaking to Shawn Albert Pierce - Matilda Olava Haraldsen nearby...</em></span></div><br><em>No need with the formalities, Aline, we are friends last I checked.</em><br><br>Aline smiled warmly in response. Certainly, Shawn had been a supporter of Waxing Rhapsodic since they recently opened a few months back but even so Aline made it a point to never come off as too friendly. It was hard to tell what sort of mood her precious clients were in and the last thing she'd want to do was accidentally offend them some way. After all, even with the income she had been left at her parents' death, the company hadn't been profiting well...until now. Then again, Waxing Rhapsodic was fairly new despite the impact it had made in the media.<br><br>"Certainly Shawn. So how may I help you today?" A question that staff were expected to pose to all potential visitors, buyer or not. <br><br><em>...I am simply watching, now, looking to see if anything catches the corner of my eye. I was, however, wondering if-</em><br><br>At this very moment, the girl who was <em>supposed</em> to have already been sitting behind the counter doing exactly what Aline was doing, walked in. It only took a glance for her to place the woman's face to the picture attached in her resume. The name however...? A quick flip and skimming across the top answered her own query. Matilda Olava Haraldsen. She'd seemed eager enough to work during the interview, bubbly even. Late on the first day by...eyes sliding over to a large clock above the doors told her 7 minutes. Most newcomers try to arrive early, not late. Aline tucked this note away in the back of her mind as the other woman tried to discreetly take her place behind the desk.<br><br>It was a moment before she noticed the interest in Shawn's eyes. The way his eyes slid over her body appreciatively, taking in the gait of her walk, the smallest glances that she made in their direction. It seemed Mr. Pierce may have found his target for the day, a new passion to acquire. Realizing this, her eyes brightened from the disapproving glance she'd shot in Matilda's direction.<br><br><em>You have her working the desk, do you have any shots of her I may look at, or have I lucked out this day?</em><br><br>These were the few times when she praised herself for installing the overly large counter. It was practically another office cubicle, just nicer. No ugly grays and tiny squares will be found in her gallery. Her voice also lowered to a hushed whisper in response, though she could see from his expression that he already knew he'd have to go home empty-handed today. "I see you've taken a fancy to our new employee. Matilda Olava Haraldsen is what the resume says. Twenty-three with no particular skills...as of yet. Seemed nice enough during the interview, and we've been short-handed." Her expression turned apologetic, even wistful even. "Of course, since you're a regular here and I know how much you love our works. I'm sure we can work something out. It's the least I can do for a friend, right?" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 22:47:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Courtney Rivers -&nbsp; Explicit Gallery</strong></div><br>Courtney didn't realize that she had slipped into a bit of a daze as her body reacted to the excitement of the picture that had mesmerized her and the excitement stirring inside her at the approach of Draven.&nbsp; He was an attractive man and his closeness to her really started to get her worked up.&nbsp; His finger traced some of the lines of her tattoos, the closeness of his hand caused her skin to blush.&nbsp; <br><br>Her daze was washed away as the woman with the short hair that Darven had been talking to earlier approached them.&nbsp; <em> "These pictures..some of them are so enchanting and hypnotic that one just gets lost in them don't they?</em>&nbsp; Courtney smiled at her brightly "Yes you do!&nbsp; I've experienced quite a bit of that already today."&nbsp; <br><br><em> "Now where have I seen you before? The face is definitely familiar...I'm Catherine Sanders..and i'm pretty damn sure we've worked somewhere together in past."</em>&nbsp; <br><br>"I believe we worked a Victoria Secret event a few years ago in Long Beach, I'm Courtney Rivers.&nbsp; It's nice to meet you."<br><br>Courtney noticed Draven enter the conversation.&nbsp; He seemed eager to see what kind of work the two of them had done and what kind of work they could do together in the future.&nbsp; Courtney too was interested, the both of them were obviously pros in the business and while she'd worked with many, it would be fun to be in close quarters with some who were open to the edgy grey style of art they were getting into.&nbsp; Courtney smiled slyly at the though...this was going to be fun!<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 23:05:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Matilda "Tilly" Haraldsen</em></div><br>Tilly saw her boss and the man look her way, and she nibbled her bottom lip nervously. <br><br><em>Please don't fire me...please don't fire me...please don't fire me.</em><br><br>The mantra was repeated several times in her head before she took a deep breath and looked back at the two. Should she say something? Go to them? Was Aline expecting her to take her place? Would she be offended if she tried? The young Norwegian redhead tried to calm herself as she looked their way. No one else was in the lobby right now, and she had been trained to take care of visitors. <br><br>Hoping that she wouldn't get in trouble, Tilly came around from behind the desk and walked toward the man and woman. Clearing her throat awkwardly as she moved to them, she smiled politely at both Alina and Shawn.<br><br>"I'm sorry, Ms. Myobi, for being late. It won't happen again."<br><br>Next she turned her attention to Shawn.<br><br>"Is there anything I can help you with Sir?"<br><br>She smiled at him and her blue eyes remained fixed on his. A slight Scandinavian accent peppered her words, but her English was well-honed after years of living in America. Tucking a stray red curl behind her pale ear, she stood off to the side of them and held her hands behind her back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MomoPeach</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 23:14:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><em>Entering the Lobby</em></strong></div><br>Katherine pushed her way through revolving doors and gasped excitedly. "Wow. This is so beautiful." A brilliant grin lit up her face as her tall black heels tapped across the tiled floors. Manicured nails ran lightly across the walls as she stared the photographs in awe. There was just mystical something about photographs. The way they captured the soul and preserved them for eternity. She fixed her black skirt that hit her knees and the white shirt with the high collar. Black earrings dangled from her ears and her red hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail with bangs that almost touched her eyebrows. <br><br>She pushed her hair away from her eyes and continued through the gallery. She had received the layout of the studio and she decided to move in. It would be easier than making the commute from across town. Sighing happily she stopped to stare at a photograph of a house sitting on acres of rolling land. There was a lake off to the left and it suddenly reminded her of home. At the thought of her old home she frowned slightly, but quickly she shook her head and moved on. <br><br>'This is not the time Kitty. Right now I have to focus on my career. I'll worry about convincing mom and dad to talk to me later. When I'm famous they'll have to accept me back.' It was what she always told herself, but sometimes she knew it was a childish thought. They had disowned her and she could never go back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 23:43:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83967.msg3706742#msg3706742) - Gallery Main Lobby |Speaking with Aline and Matilda</strong></div><br>How could she help him? Always the proper business woman and always with her eye on the prize. Age and wisdom might go hand-in-hand for most but there were certainly exceptions, as Miss Aline certainly proved. After their first brief exchange, and Shawn’s slow send into disappointment, something caught his ear and what he heard was delightful.<br><br>“Matilda,” He chirped quietly to himself as those minor details about the woman he’d had spark him were shared. No skills? Anyone could learn. She, this Matilda, certainly did seem to have a way about her, nice was a proper word for it. Then, those next words brought the smile back to Shawn’s face; Aline was, indeed, very -wise especially in the manners of keeping her customers happy and keeping to spending their money in her gallery.<br><br>“As a friend.” Shawn lightly nodded his head and that smile turned into a gentle smirk. It could not have been a couple seconds after this little bit of vague business that the beauty returned, the girl who caught the glimpse of his corner-eye and her name was Matilda. Heh, she was cute as well. Good to apologize for a tardy, as a business man himself that was a quality one wanted in their employees, however being on-time was much better.<br><br><em>"Is there anything I can help you with Sir?"</em><br><br>Shawn stood there and looked into her eyes with his own, his mind filling with the site before him; Matilda certainly could help him and as he nodded, he took the cane from under his right arm then moved it to his left as he offered a proper handshake to the woman (to which would quickly turn into a small kiss on the back of her hand). “You certainly can,” He said with a hint of coyness though played it up to Aline, “Your employer says your name is Matilda, which is a perfect name for such a face.” He took a small pause. “I am Shawn Pierce, but Shawn is perfectly fine,. and we have been.... discussing something you could help with, yes.” Someone else had arrived in the mean time but, to be frank, Shawn's attentions where firmly elsewhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 00:48:23</strong>
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				<strong>Kunoichi - Still Sweeping the Lobby</strong><br><br>Sweep, sweep... dustpan...&nbsp; Sweep, sweep... dustpan...&nbsp; Ah!&nbsp; The boss!&nbsp; The girl stood up ramrod-straight at that, coming to attention as the woman passed her way.&nbsp; Such an action turned out to be a bit of a mistake, however, as the broom's long handle came flying up when she did and cracked her in the side of the head.&nbsp; For several seconds, the poor girl saw stars. (And not the famous kind, either.&nbsp; Which was a pity, since she really could have used a good look at someone like Brad Pitt or whoever else comes to mind right at that moment...)<br><br>Shaking her head, she did her best to clear up her vision as she returned to sweeping, the little dots and motes of light soon fading away and leaving her with an unobstructed view of her work.&nbsp; From the looks of things, the 'public' face of the Gallery was nearly done.&nbsp; That was good, just carefully sweep up the last few bits of dust into a little pile...&nbsp; Ah!&nbsp; Watch the picture!&nbsp; Phew.&nbsp; Okay, and then carefully sweep it all into the little dustpan...&nbsp; And done.&nbsp; Hmm.&nbsp; And that dustpan was getting rather full.&nbsp; She'd have to empty it out before heading on into the Gallery's 'true' face.<br><br>Come to think of it, wasn't there a little trash bin right behind the Receptionist's desk?&nbsp; Ah, and she had stepped out right at that moment!&nbsp; Perfect!&nbsp; Walking over, she leaned the broom carefully against the desk, making sure it wouldn't fall over, and then stepped behind it.&nbsp; Now then, trash bin...&nbsp; Ah, good, right over there.&nbsp; Just empty out the dustpan...&nbsp; And done!&nbsp; Now to move on to the rest of the Gallery, and have it all nice, shiny and clean for Miss Myobi's guests and customers.<br><br>Of course, this time she missed noticing the fact that she had left the broom leaning out over the side of the counter...&nbsp; Which caused her to trip over it, tumbling out from the receptionist's desk and catching her balance just in time for the broom handle to come down...<br><br><em>Smack!</em><br><br>...And then she was seeing stars again.&nbsp; Oh, hey, Brad Pitt!&nbsp; Nice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 01:44:31</strong>
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				Matilda...speaking to Aline and Shawn. <br><br>Tilly blushed as he spoke, and her hand seemed to go to his on a will of its own. Smiling, there was that moment that had been around since Adam and Eve. The moment where a man's eyes meets a woman's, and she realizes he's interested. Then the girl looks down, smiles, blushes and looks up at him through her lashes to show her returned interest. That all happened between Shawn and Matilda, and the girl felt a shiver go up her spine as his lips brushed the soft white skin of her hand. <br><br>She didn't pull her hand back immediately, but slowly withdrew her slender fingers...feeling his warm palm. <br><br>"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Pierce...Shawn. Please, you may call me Tilly if you wish."<br><br>At that, she took a deep breath and tried to recover from her little lapse in reality. <br><br>"Me? Oh...umm...of course. What is it? I'd be happy to assist in any way that I'm able."<br><br>She had no idea what he might have in mind, but her expression was genuine...she wanted to help. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 02:59:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83967.msg3706742#msg3706742) - Gallery Main Lobby |Speaking with Aline and Matilda</strong></div><br>“Tilly it shall be, then.” Moving his hand back to his side, and switching cane from left to right as he had it a moment ago, the older gentlemen was ear-to-ear grinning; always come to Waxing Rhapsodic when searching for a peek in interest or a spark in creativity, here Shawn hoped he would find both.<br><br>Ah, yes, help. Had nearly forgotten as his mind danced around a brief moment, was always nice when a beautiful young woman looked at any man like that (age be damned). Yes, there was something she could help him with, a request. “You are new so you perhaps are unaware,” He began gently, “But I am something of a hunter. I seek out something which strikes my fancy and then I work my hardest to obtain it.” He paused, trying to figure best to explain and not come across as horribly creepy. “You have instantly appealed to me, I was hoping you could model a photograph or two so that I may purchase it from the Gallery.”<br><br>There, it was said in the best way he could think. Let the words sit a moment or two, perhaps less than that as there was a sudden SMACK sound resonating through the Gallery’s Lobby. The noise caused Shawn to jerk his head to the side and look sideways at where the nonsense was coming from, however it seemed to be local silly-goose continuing her antics. Like watching a cartoon, she was, when one paid attention.<br><br>Enough of that, back to the woman who’s grabbed your attention so firmly. “I expect nothing more than the model.... you are comfortable with but I would love to have an image hanging high so that I may admire it while I enjoy my morning coffee.” Shawn then addressed both women, half between continuing the business with Aline and trying to will Tilly to do this request for him. “No deals are made overnight but something to think about, I do hope.” There was now a rather long delay, letting those fill in blanks or answer as they needed, before Shawn added in at a break, “I’d like to get to know you, regardless.” Oh that smile of his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 03:41:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>In the Lobby, speaking to Shawn Albert Pierce and Matilda Olava Haraldsen with Kunoichi nearby...</em></span></div><br>The apology was a good gesture on her part and it looked like she was ready to work as well. That negative note at the back of Aline's mind was already half-erased. Before she could give any introductions, Shawn took it upon himself to do so. <br><br>Taking a step back so that the two could converse, Aline cringed slightly at the sound of yet another disaster. Glancing over her shoulder, it seemed that Kunoichi had successfully incapacitated herself. Quite a feat really. Holding in a huff, she let it out in a slow exhale before putting on a smile to excuse herself. Obviously Shawn's interest had been claimed elsewhere, either that or he had already long grown used to see the green-hair girl's clumsiness that could almost be categorized as comical antics. It wasn't so comical when Aline's reputation for hiring excellence in staff was at stake.<br><br>Bending ever so slightly at the waist, clipboard still held to her chest, she murmured a soft, "Excuse me for a moment." before turning on her heel to assist Kunoichi. The poor girl seemed rather dazed and she almost took pity on her. Almost. To mess up in front of a buyer! This time a soft huff really did escape tight lips. What was she going to do with this girl?<br><br>"Kunoichi." It was an effort to not let the word come out as a sharp snap. "Are you alright?" She had to get her somewhere else, preferably busy with a task where she wouldn't hurt herself and anything or anyone else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 03:49:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Matilda...speaking with Shawn and Aline in the lobby.</em></div><br>Tilly liked the way her name rolled off his tongue, and she also liked his smile. He was older than her, but not by a horrible amount, and she'd always preferred older men anyway. When he reminded her that she was new, she nodded and waited for him to continue, although his explanation confused her. He was a hunter, and that struck her as oddly sexy, but when he finished his request, she frowned and tilted her head in innocent confusion.<br><br>"I thank you for your interest in me, but I don't understand. Do you want me to show you some of the pictures in the gallery? I can do that right now."<br><br>When she heard the smack sound, she turned and was about ready to run to Kunoichi to help when Shawn continued.<br><br><em>I expect nothing more than the model...you...</em><br><br>That's when she stopped him and held up her hands.<br><br>"Whoa...wait. I'm sorry, Mr. Pierce, but I'm just a receptionist. I'm not a model, and I'm sure you'd prefer one of the other lovely models or photographs we have already."<br><br>Her heart was pounding like a drum. Surely he couldn't be serious...her? Model? For one thing, she didn't have the tall and lean bodies of most of the girls, and she had no experience whatsoever. Warmth spread throughout her body, and she tensed a bit. She'd seen the pictures, and she couldn't imagine herself posing for pictures like that...tied up, some even with men! No, that wasn't her, although it was flattering to think that he wished to see her like that...albeit a little creepy.<br><br>Apparently she liked creepy, though, as her body reacted in a surprising way. She felt her nipples peak against her dress, and she looked to Aline to help.<br><br>"Ms. Myobi...should I show him some of the other models? I'm sure you know that I'm not a model."<br><br>It was almost like she was asking for help, even though her mind had sudden images of being tied up in those intricate positions with Shawn running his...NO! My goodness, she needed to really reign in her imagination. Before her boss could assist, she left to deal with the girl. She was glad that someone was helping the other employee, but now she was left with Shawn, and the way he looked at her made butterflies flutter about in her stomach. Swallowing, she smiled awkwardly up at him.<br><br>"Er...Mr. Pierce...Shawn. I would love to get to know you as well, but modeling...I just don't think you'd enjoy the finished product. I have no experience, and I'm not as tall or slim as some of the other models here. They're all gorgeous. Have you seen all of the photos?"<br><br>If he was a regular, then he probably had, but she didn't know what else to say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 04:24:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83967.msg3706742#msg3706742) - Gallery Main Lobby |Speaking with Matilda (Others Are Nearby)</strong></div><br>Listening is something every man should learn to do, if he is not well skilled in such a thing already. When one listens, he can do much more than hear he can learn. Learning, especially in an instance like today with Shawn and his request to (the rather innocent in nature) Tilly. Learning allowed one to discover the tricks to how someone worked, the way to make them smile or blush, for instance, to flatter and excite being another. For every word you hear, something interesting is retained.<br><br>Shaking his head, Shawn stayed with that smile ready. Not a single moment did he falter it, and he had not a single reason to do so. “I have seen many of the photos, yes, and every woman in this room is gorgeous.” The easiest answers, the ones that should calm her mind (or not) to some extent. At least Tilly could know she was correct about this. “But I must explain,” Here is where how he worked would be shared. “I enjoy the differences in life. The quirky and a-typical, the beautiful who are not aware they are beautiful. If you ask Akube, you will find the photos I have purchased were originally scrap or made accidently by the photographer when experimenting with a new technique.”<br><br>Now his smile and grin grew, showing off his white teeth and clean gums. ”Tilly,” He began with her name, “Those flaws you think are there are not.” No, he would have to correct himself. Doing so made him laugh quietly to himself. “No, they are there... however not flaws.” His left hand reached up and a single finger touched her cheek, “Nothing like that in the section in back. A shot of nothing more than your face to which I would pay the photographer and model fee double.” Incorrect, money is now how you impress a woman; especially not a woman like this. “But price is not the issue, it was you who have sparked a light in my eye; I wish to hang that spark on my wall and enjoy it everyday." Smirk and smile now fading, though still he looked proud or happy to have said what he did and met who he had. “If that is wrong, I must offer apologizes to you. Besides-”<br><br>He touched her cheek oh-so-lightly, like a ghost and less like a touch, and stared into her eyes as though trying to reach her soul. “Besides... what is life without chances on the unfamiliar but boring? I am sure your boss would help.” He just could not help but touch her. “She would not encourage my notions if she did not think they were doable, I am sure.” Shawn’s last words went quickly, “I must also note your skin is very soft. Pardon me for touching, I should have asked you first, that was very rude.” Although, now that Shawn thought about it, putting Tilly in any number of odd or awkward situations were stimulating. Hmm... for another time, perhaps?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 04:49:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Tilly...with Shawn.</em></div><br>Tilly grew a bit nervous as he didn't seem put off by her denial, and she could tell that this was a man who was used to getting what he wanted. Oh, not in the cruel or underhanded way, but he was smart...smooth...and powerful. She was sure he knew the right things to say, and the perfect thing to do. She was still determined not to model for him, but she felt extremely special that he seemed so interested. After all, this was a man who could have any model he wanted...and he wanted her? That didn't make sense in her mind, but she wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. <br><br>She had to admit that he was right. She wasn't the typical model, and she liked that he preferred the quirks in life. She did as well, and she could almost sense a kindred spirit in the man. When he began complimenting her again, she looked down and her long dark lashes formed half moon shapes on her rosy cheeks...made considerably more rosy by her blush that seemed permanently set in his presence. He was right. She didn't care about the money, but his words still pleased her, and when he suggested that her face would be enough, he had the foothold in her mind that he'd need in order to get what he wanted.<br><br>"No apologies are needed, and if it's just my face that you want, then I wouldn't mind sitting for that. I just don't know about the more...erotic shots."<br><br>Her voice grew a bit quiet on those last two words, and then she met his eyes once more. His touch to her cheek seemed to freeze time, and her lips slightly parted as she remained still for him. The feather-light touch was beyond erotic, and she had the sudden urge to turn her head and take that finger into her mouth. However, what kind of wanton and selfish girl would she be if she did that? What would he think of her? It wouldn't be good, so Tilly resisted and instead just enjoyed the caress...breathing ever so much harder. <br><br>She generally liked to experience with new things, but showing her nudity on camera? That almost seemed too much. Still, her mind was more on the man in front of her, and how he thought her skin soft. The next words that left her mouth were soft and almost husky.<br><br>"Once again, there is no need to apologize...I...I don't mind the touch. I actually like it."<br><br>Then she realized what she said, and her eyes widened in horror. She winced and bit her bottom lip.<br><br>"Oh goodness...I'm sorry. That was inappropriate. I don't think before I speak."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 04:57:30</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">((*points Momo to Myobi's last post*))</span><br><br><br><strong>Kunoichi - Being assisted by Miss Myobi</strong><br><br>"Yes, Mister Pitt, I'm fine..."&nbsp; The girl responded, definitely sounding dazed, though she was already moving to take hold of the broom.&nbsp; Fortunately, as her head cleared...&nbsp; "Ah!&nbsp; I mean, y-yes, Miss Myobi.&nbsp; I'm alright.&nbsp; I got the front half of the gallery nice and clean, as you can see, so I was just about to take care of the back half.&nbsp; ...I should be able to take care of it all without any trouble, so long as I focus..."<br><br>The girl had made eye contact at first, while still a bit unbalanced from the hit with the broom, but when she recovered her wits, her eyes quickly shot off to the side, and she avoided eye contact throughout the rest of the conversation.&nbsp; She had a feeling such an open display of clumsiness would leave her boss rather unhappy with her.&nbsp; Waxing Rhapsodic was trying to cultivate an air of refinement and excellent service, after all, and yet she was often clumsy, even now in front of potential customers and new recruits.&nbsp; She was probably considered something of a failure, perhaps even a nuisance...&nbsp; Still, that was why she'd tossed in that bit at the end about being able to continue.&nbsp; She honestly wanted to try and see this task through to the end, since each one that she was able to complete was like a personal victory for her over her own klutziness.&nbsp; She wanted to do this, just to prove to herself that she could.<br><br>Of course, that feeling would be no good if Myobi simply ordered her to leave it for someone else to take care of and to go do something else, hence why she was avoiding eye contact...&nbsp; She didn't want to make the woman mad.&nbsp; On top of that, she could get rather scary when she was angry, which was another reason why she didn't want to risk making her mad.&nbsp; Being fired would probably be the worst possible outcome, in that case, though the woman had been extremely patient with her, thus far.&nbsp; Hopefully she'd be able to avoid stretching that patience too thin.<br><br>"Er... th-thank you for your concern, Miss Myobi."&nbsp; Kunoichi added in, managing a short, careful bow.&nbsp; "I... should probably get back to work, now."<br><br>And if she'd be let go, she would duck back into the 'adult' section of the gallery, to begin carefully sweeping the dust from the floor back there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 05:10:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>In the Lobby, speaking to Kunoichi and Katherine...</em></span></div><br><em>Yes, Mister Pitt, I'm fine...</em><br><br>Aline's eyebrows raised at this comment. Who was Mister Pitt? That was all she let herself wonder before firmly stating, "You obviously are <em>not</em> fine." Sometimes she really worried for the girl. Even though they were only a year apart in age, sometimes it felt several years more. She had no idea how the other woman managed to get into so much trouble, and nearly always they were out of sheer clumsiness. It was a minor miracle she'd managed to survive all nineteen years of her life really.<br><br>There was no doubt that she had indeed managed to clean the front of the gallery quite nicely. Possibly yet another miracle that she hadn't had any mishaps until just now. But it was never a good idea to push your luck. <br><br><em>Er... th-thank you for your concern, Miss Myobi. I... should probably get back to work, now.</em><br><br>Just as the melancholy assistant began to turn to leave, Aline noticed a familiar face nearby. Another quick flip through her clipboard brought up Katherine Jones, aged twenty-one. It was always somewhat of a delicate situation when dealing with employees who were older than her. Sometimes they didn't even realize who she was, and it'd take another moment to realize it wasn't a joke.<br><br>"Actually, Kunoichi, I'd like you to do something else instead. Since Matilda is busy with Mr. Pierce at the moment, why don't you show the new models to their rooms." Gliding over to Katherine she smiled her welcome. "Ms. Jones, correct?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 05:25:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83967.msg3706742#msg3706742) - Gallery Main Lobby |Speaking with Matilda (Others Are Still Nearby)</strong></div><br>Excellent, she would give him the photo he asked and it would be one of his favorite (if not absolute favorite). She did not need to fret, she did not need to worry; at least not around Shawn as long as she treated him with respect and stayed true to herself. “I thank you for considering my request, Tilly, you are very kind to me... and strong to do this even as I see you fret inside your head.” The hand on her cheek moved up to her nose, tapping playfully then resting on her shoulder. “Inappropriate behavior begets inappropriate behavior, so it is still my apology.” Now he smirked in a sarcastic and fun tone; trying to lighten the mood, so-to-speak.<br><br>It all seemed to be in order, at least on this side. “If we are both on the same page and you will give me what I ask, what is it I can do to repay you? Money, as I know, is a silly thing but my most valuable asset is always my time. You may have plenty of that each time I visit the Gallery, and I visit a few times every week... sometimes more if anyone special has grabbed my notice.” Shawn winked lightly, making sure to convey she was one of those special; certainly she was aware already, but to make a woman know she is wanted never ends poorly to those who know how to say it.<br><br>“As for the rest?" Pulling his hand away, then touching the finger which had only recently been on her skin to his lips as if to form a whisper as he leaned in close to her. Shawn made sure no one was paying much mind, or listening, as he glanced around. Getting closer to her ear and then speaking so quietly it would be as though a mouse was speaking to her. “Let us work up to the,” His words went slow and it was as though he tried to speak even lower, “Erotic stuff.” He would be honest, a head shot was all he wanted but more would give her a room within his house filled with dedications.<br><br>Finally pulling back, Shawn smiled sweetly. He was almost like an innocent child, someone who had not said as he said seconds ago. Like the words he spoke in her ear were done in a completely separate universe than the one both found themselves in now. Simply stating and looking very happy; Shawn spoke one word and it was rather chipper. “Okay?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MomoPeach</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 05:35:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Katherine Jones-In the lobby talking to Kunoichi and Aline</strong></div><br>Katherine was jolted out of her daydream when a girl nearby took a nasty spill. 'Is she okay?' She made her way over to the girl, but she was already being helped. Instead of intervening she watched quietly. When everything seemed alright she was about to turn around and continue to explore the gallery when she was interrupted. <br><br>Turning around she looked at a girl with long black hair and a pretty oval face. She smiled lightly at the woman. "Yes I'm Katherine Jones. You can call me Kitty." She examined the woman slowly. 'She's beautiful. She must be a model.' "And you are?" She asked politely. She was new to this town and she had no idea who anyone was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 05:41:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Tilly...speaking with Shawn.</em></div><br>She liked everything he said, and when he tapped her nose, she chuckled and then instinctively moved a bit closer...as if he was a magnet, and she was helpless to resist the pull. At his continued apology, she laughed again.<br><br>"I can see that we're both equally stubborn, so I'll let the argument rest there."<br><br>She smiled as he continued, and then nodded as he offered a sort of "payment" for her headshot.<br><br>"I'd like that. I mean, spending more time with you."<br><br>Knowing that he would be coming in often would make this job decidedly better, and she was about to continue on that thought when he leaned in close. Pausing, her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes closed. Breathing a bit more shallowly, Tilly felt his breath on her ear, and had to bite back a groan as he said <em>erotic</em>. Swallowing, he pulled back and Matilda opened her eyes again to lick her lips and try to recover. And she also tried...and luckily succeeded...in resisting the urge she had to invite him up to her room and kissing him fiercely.<br><br>She almost wondered if he could see the longing in her eyes, but she nodded.<br><br>"Please don't expect me to consent to erotic photographs ever in the future, but I don't like to say 'never.' Let's just start slow, as getting my pictures taken is not a favorite past time of mine. You're very...persuasive...though."<br><br>She said the word 'persuasive' in a lower tone, and she smiled up at him.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 05:45:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>In the Lobby, speaking to Kunoichi and Katherine...</em></span></div><br>Ah, of course. She'd expected it but her smile still twitched every time. Even so, she continued smoothly. "I'm Aline Myobi, owner of Waxing Rhapsodic. Unfortunately, I hadn't been able to interview you though I've thoroughly read over your resume. Welcome to Waxing Rhapsodic, how are you liking it so far."<br><br>Tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear, her hand strayed back slightly to touch upon the waxed points of her styled hair - just to ensure that it was still in a neat half-bun. Her fingers played softly over one earring before finally returning to the clipboard. "Let me introduce you to another staff member. This is Kunoichi, she's one of the Assistants here." A gesture of her wrist was her way of letting the two be acquainted. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 05:58:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce - Gallery Main Lobby |Speaking with Matilda (Others Are Still Nearby)</strong></div><br>“I shall not hold my breath but I will hold onto my hope. I’m getting what it is I wished, regardless. A photograph taken by a skilled artist of a woman who’s very essence caught my attention in seconds.” Shawn would be a lier to say he was not thinking similar, if not identical, things as Tilly. He would take her there if the situation allowed it, however it was thought Aline would not appreciate this; not to mention the fact the girl was new and taking advantage of her, even if there was an honest drive within all of it, was not how one treated a woman.<br><br>“I believe if we have reached an agreement.” Shawn glanced down slightly to make sure the two of them were still on the same page,.“Then shall we speak with Aline? Do you wish to do that, yourself?” He pulled away, not wanting to encourage the girl much more than he had (this needed to be saved for another day) and needing to keep his own wits about him he gestured to the desk where Tilly was supposed to be working. They had been chatting for a few minutes and it was lucky no other Buyers or customers came into the place while Shawn had the only receptionist within his fingers (literally and otherwise).<br><br>“After you. I must now think about how exactly I wish this photo to be displayed, and certainly it will take some time, but I am patient.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BCdan</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 06:09:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Danny Kins - Walking towards the main entrance from outside </strong></div><br>Chocolate ice cream was a delicacy that Danny could hardly do without.&nbsp; Never was it a coping mechanism, a crutch or a bad habit.&nbsp; Chocolate ice cream was Danny's occasional treat.&nbsp; No wonder the petite young man now strolled down the street towards his destination with a single scoop of dark chocolate occasionally greeting his lips at the head of a cone.&nbsp; His tongue carefully circles around the sphere of tasty ice-cream as he is careful not to get any of the item on his black decorative poncho.&nbsp; <br><br>Having to remove his poncho would be a bit of an embarrassing event for Danny Kins.&nbsp; Already he was getting looks as his highly effeminate figure strolled down the street towards the photography shop and gallery he had heard of.&nbsp; They were the right kind of looks though, because Danny was not just crossdressing.&nbsp; He was crossdressing convincingly.&nbsp; The effeminate figure had granted him all sorts of attention when he was younger.&nbsp; Usually the kind of attention a boy would never want in the locker room or when asking a girl out for a day.&nbsp; 'Weak, runty and small' were used interchangeably to describe his feminine mannerisms and impeccably girlish physical form.&nbsp; <br><br>But then, one day, Danny had slipped on a pair of four inch heels just like the ones he wore now. Bare legs became clad in hosiery, then fishnets and finally the fencenets that he wore now as he clicked he way up to the revolving door of the Waxing Rhapsodic gallery lobby.&nbsp; As he tossed his cone in a trash receptacle outside and pushed his way through the door, Danny found himself stand in a lobby with a handful of other people.&nbsp; With a poncho covering much more revealing clothes above his legs, he felt confident enough to walk inside.&nbsp; <br><br>He was looking for something.&nbsp; Though he was a buyer, Danny had a commission in mind and had every intention of dropping plenty of cash.&nbsp; <br><br>Those warm little brown eyes scanned the room as he parsed some bright blonde hair out of his eyes.&nbsp; 'Where to begin?' he thought to himself.&nbsp; 'I guess I should see what is on offer' his mind mused as he saw a gallery space deeper in the lobby and began to slowly walk towards it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 06:16:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Tilly...with Shawn.</em></div><br>Tilly smiled and nodded. She didn't know why she had caught his attention so quickly, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the attention...probably more than she should. <br><br>"One should always hold on to hope."<br><br>When he reminded her of her desk, she pulled herself back to reality and smiled a bit awkwardly. Aline seemed to be busy with other people, but if she wished to speak to her, then she would be at her desk. She didn't want to leave Shawn yet, but he seemed to be heading that way. The gallery wasn't busy yet, so Matilda figured Ms. Myobi wouldn't mind if they chatted a bit more...or at least walked there together. <br><br>"We can speak to her, or you can. I don't mind. You seem to know her better than I do, so I would be fine with you taking the reins."<br><br>Oh shoot. Another image. This time of Shawn burying himself into her bent over form while grasping at her red curls like reins. Immediately, she shook her head and stuttered a bit. She wasn't that kind of girl! What was wrong with her? If she didn't know better, she'd almost think he was putting those thoughts inside her head himself...but she wouldn't flatter herself <em>that</em> much. He might honestly just wish a picture and nothing more. She couldn't explain the disappointment she felt at that thought, but she covered it up quickly.<br><br>"I'm rather impatient, so it's nice to know you don't share that undesirable quality."<br><br>She couldn't imagine him ever being undesirable, but that was beyond the point.<br><br>"Please let me know when you make a decision."<br><br>Then she walked with him over to the receptionist desk and moved behind it, still making eye contact with Shawn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MomoPeach</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 06:33:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>In the lobby talking to Kunoichi and Aline</strong></div><br>Katherine felt herself flush red. 'Oh boy Katherine. You're messing up already.' "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't offend you." The woman waved a french tipped hand around the room. "This place is beautiful. Thanks so much for letting me be here." She adjusted the black purse that hung from her shoulder. She couldn't believe that someone who appeared so young could run a place like this. It was inspiring though if not a little intimidating. <br><br>Katherine turned towards the woman who had tripped earlier and gave her a sweet smile. "Hi it's nice to meet you." She gave her a small nod in the woman's direction. The girl's bright green eyes were intoxicating. 'I think everyone in this town must be beautiful.' It made her feel a little subconscious, but she wasn't going to let that hold her back. <br><br>"I can't wait to see my room. From the description I just know they're perfect!"<br><br>Katherine was always enthusiastic and sometimes overly perky. It was both a strength and a flaw. Sometimes the positivity was genuine and sometimes it was just a front. For now though she was genuinely happy and it showed on her face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 06:34:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver Lobby</span></strong></div><br>Dorian was a little late. That wasn't unusual. Him actually coming to such a crowded event. Now that was very unusual. Dorian was preceved as being quiet and not very outgoing by most of his peers. True it was only because they didn't really know him all that well, but they thought it none the less. He'd traded in his usual red turtle neck and black cargo pants for a pair of well fitted black slacks and a nice white dress shirt. He'd paired it with a red tie, but wore that a little looser than was customary. He didn't like dressing up very much, but it had seemed like an important event, so he felt it would be a good idea. Dorian wandered in the front door, noticing the music first. Then the desk, followed randomly by the people. He raised his shoulders, having been slouching due to his expectation that everybody would be out of the lobby by now. He glanced around, noticing that five people were already there. And they were wearing mostly relatively formal clothes. Well. There seemed to be one girl who wasn't, but she was talking to. Was that Aline Myobi? Interesting. But his thoughts digressed. He was simply relieved that he didn't seem to be over or under dressed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 11:36:38</strong>
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				<strong>Kunoichi - Interacting with Aline and Katherine</strong><br><br>Kuno hung her head in defeat as she was ordered to leave her task and take up another one.&nbsp; So then, she was right, this was just another thing she wasn't able to accomplish...&nbsp; Or rather, technically, since that hadn't been her original opinion, it was more that her employer didn't think she could handle it...&nbsp; But either way, she had let Miss Myobi down.&nbsp; And now she would take on a lesser job, showing people around, something that she couldn't possibly screw up, because of how simple it-<br><br>...Oh, right.&nbsp; Interacting with people wasn't a strong point of hers, either.&nbsp; Okay then.&nbsp; Deep breaths, Kuno, come on, you can do this...&nbsp; Following behind her boss as the young woman walked up to a slightly older young woman, she listened to the conversation, and stepped forward at what seemed to be an appropriate moment, her own introduction.<br><br>"H-hello."&nbsp; The girl's voice was much quieter than it had been when speaking to Aline, but at the same time it still managed to come through clearly.&nbsp; It had taken her some time to adjust to being around her employer, as well as quite a few reminders to speak up before she was able to come to terms with her voice's own volume knob, and it would likely take at least that long to make the same adjustment with the new girl.&nbsp; She was still avoiding making any kind of eye contact, as well.&nbsp; Still, she tentatively held out a hand for a handshake, thinking that this new employee, Katherine Jones, certainly seemed like an energetic and friendly person...<br><br>But then, she didn't receive a handshake in return.<br><br>Oh well.&nbsp; It was probably because she'd taken so long to get her hand out, anyway.&nbsp; Pulling it back after a few seconds, she gave a polite nod, instead.<br><br>"Y-yes...&nbsp; The rooms are very nice..."&nbsp; She quietly agreed, though she found herself wondering if there were any other new models who had been hired.&nbsp; Miss Myobi had said model<strong>s</strong>, plural, so perhaps if she could show them all up together, at once, this would be easier...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 15:44:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Sanders - In Gallery</strong></div><br>Catherine smiled when the other woman responded enthusiastically to her. "I know right? I'm quite eager to be in some of these interesting shoots." Catherine felt almost as if she was taking part in her first photoshoot. She hadn't felt a rush like this in ages..but now she was enjoying the feeling very much. Then the other woman quickly explained herself...revealing her identity. "Oh yes..Long Beach, 2008..nice to meet you again Courtney. I hope we get to work together again..always a pleasure to bump into familiar face again." She grinned and looked back at Draven..who was watching them with amusement. "Observing contrasts?" She asked him with a chuckle as she could watch Draven's eyes bounce back from one woman to other.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 16:01:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Courtney Rivers -&nbsp; Explicit Gallery</strong></div><br><em>"Observing contrasts?"</em> Catherine had said as she turned to Draven who was attempting to get into their conversation, but more just watching from the outside.&nbsp; Courtney let the side of her mouth curl up into a grin from the humorous yet slightly sarcastic comment, it was a very appropriate observation.&nbsp; Catherine was a very different type of person than Courtney was, and yet they both ended up in a world like this were being outside of the mainstream was considered to be acceptable.&nbsp; It was easy for Courtney to feel comfortable in this world, but she wondered how Catherine would fare.&nbsp; She seemed excited enough and she was very pretty.&nbsp; <br><br>After a moment Courtney realized that she was actually admiring Catherine's body and her style.&nbsp; She caught herself staring and was sure that her face had betrayed her thoughts much the same way that she let her attraction to Draven show on her face.&nbsp; It was odd, she thought to herself, how well trained she was at being something someone else envisions when modeling, but how hard it is for her to not convey her emotions when it comes to her own mind.<br><br>A crack of metal hitting tile broke her out of the thought she was in, and the muffled murmur of voices in the main lobby drew her out of the back gallery.&nbsp; Coming around the corner she noticed that the lobby had filled up rather quickly with people since the last time she was there.&nbsp; She hadn't realized how much time had passed, but was glad to see things getting busy.&nbsp; She recognized one person in the group of people gathered in the Lobby, the young Asian woman who had interviewed her and hired her, Aline Myobi.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 16:27:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Draven-Explicit Gallery, Then begins to Head for The Main gallery</strong></div><br>Draven could feel the energy rolling off of Cathrine. She seemed to have bundles of it. Her excitement was evident in her voice as she spoke. If he didn't know any better he would think it was her first shoot. Cathrine's sarcastic comment bringing a slight smile to his face.&nbsp; He wondered what he had meant by his comment as well. He really didn't know where he was trying to go with it but only told her." I'm just saying. You have to admit. It would interesting to see how that would turn out." <br><br>Draven looked at the both women noticing Courtney's stare. Her eyes slightly fixed on Cathrine. Who seemed to be completely oblivious to the other woman's stares. He smiled and shook his head slightly as he thought models were suppose to be able to hide their true feelings. Yet he could read Courtney's pretty easily. It was a very loud crack that seemed to attract all of their attentions. Draven watched as Courtney excused her self to head out to the main gallery. Her curiosity seeming getting the best of her.Looking over at Cathrine He smiled and asked "Shall We"?&nbsp; His interest was peaked&nbsp; and the lobby seemed to be filled with new people. He could hear the voices traveling to the back for a while.&nbsp; It seemed like He was going to have some real fun at Waxing Rhapsodic, and he hadn't even done much.....yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 17:00:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Sanders - In Gallery</strong></div><br>Catherine chuckled as she found Courtney silently observe her. She was used to that and actually enjoyed it. She eyed the long haired female and observed her body with amusement. There was something interesting..even attractive about those tattoos on her arm. They were much larger than the ones Catherine sported.<br><br>The two women couldn't be more different, but both of them had their own style. She had heard about Courtney's work as photographer as well..but never really had an oppurtunity to see some of that. "So..I hear you into photography too..you know, I would actually love to see some of your work in that department." Catherine said suddenly. She knew that the industry as ruthless as it was..had people who were talented at more than just channelling what the designers envisioned.<br><br>She noticed the gathering in the lobby and suddenly heard Draven ask about going there. Catherine could see the owner of the place, Aline Myobi standing there. It would be nice to meet her again..it had been some time since she had an oppurtunity to talk with her, except for the time when she was interviewed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 02:05:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Front Lobby, speaking to Kunoichi and gathered models...</em></span></div><br><em>I'm sorry. I hope I didn't offend you. This place is beautiful. Thanks so much for letting me be here.</em><br><br>"No offense taken, after all, the pleasure is all ours. Thank you for choosing Waxing Rhapsodic as your home." <br><br>As Kuno attempted to acquaint herself with Katherine - The girl had always been too shy, this would be a good chance for her to warm up to people and work on her social skills. - a trio emerged from within the gallery. All familiar faces. <br><br>Courtney Rivers, porcelain skin contrasting against ebony locks - Aline felt as if she were admiring a ceramic doll. Catherine Sanders, tomboyish enough that the clothes fit like a glove yet the swell of her hips and the fine bones of her face and wrists still hinted at her femininity. Draven Blackwood, built with a bad boy biker look his overly confident attitude exuded from each step he took.<br><br>"Well, it looks like you were all hiding in the back, hm?" A quick round of friendly introductions before Myobi pointed Kunoichi out to them. "Now, Kunoichi here will show you all to your rooms. I assume that all of you plan on staying with the company? Or do you already have other plans for lodging?"<br><br>From the corner of her eye, she spotted a newcomer sidle to the back of the gallery. The fading click of heels caused her to immediately think that the newest visitor was a female. Soon after, Dorian entered as well and she could see him standing slightly awkwardly off to the side. Honestly, Aline was somewhat surprised to see him there. She'd expected him to be holed up in his studio all day as usual.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 03:29:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce - Gallery Main Lobby | Speaking with Matilda (Tilly), Aline and Others Nearby</strong></div><br>Placing his hand at the small of Tilly’s back and walking her over to Aline slowly, Shawn smiled with every single word she spoke. It had only been a few minutes and with the way she was with him, it might soon be a pair in the making, though patience would be needed on all these matters it was kind of fun to let his mind wonder a big and smile at the girl. Who knows? With time, she might end up being someone he makes a point to visit,&nbsp; someone who would always be fun to talk with..... or even play with.<br><br>Once the two, Tilly and Shawn, reached Aline and the others Shawn spoke once there was a pause. There was no need to interrupt others, this was rude, “I believe Matilda and I have come to an agreement, Miss Myobi.” Shawn used the Tilly’s proper name, as this is how Aline obviously knew her, and kept up a business face around Aline’s models by using the proper etiquette. “There is no hurry, as you obviously have your hands full at the moment,” Shawn bowed his head slightly then pulled the cane, which had been under his right arm this entire time, down and used it as a rest.<br><br>“Shawn Albert Pierce,” Shawn greeted those within the group, “Pardon my interruption.” There were quite a few others randomly about, as well, photographers and models all around. Certainly everyone within this little cluster had been in front of the camera at least once. Smirking to himself, Shawn cast a gaze over to Tilly; if they had not all been in front of the camera they would eventually be so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 05:04:48</strong>
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				<strong>Kunoichi - Interacting with several people</strong><br><br>"W-welcome to Waxing Rhapsodic, everyone."&nbsp; Kuno stated, bowing politely for everyone.&nbsp; "W... whenever you're ready, I'll show you all upstairs."<br><br>She did her best to stay off to the side afterwards, not really wanting to attract attention to herself.&nbsp; She had a feeling that she'd be having to talk with all of them quite a bit shortly, though.&nbsp; No doubt they'd have plenty of questions about their living arrangements, and she'd have to outline the basic regulations about water usage and not wasting electricity, and so on...&nbsp; And maybe they'd even be friendly and kind people?<br><br>Well, they were models, so she wasn't going to get her hopes up, but she could still at least hope, right?&nbsp; Or... wait, that didn't sound right...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 06:09:06</strong>
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				Dorian nodded to Ms. Myobi when she acknowledged his existance, not really feeling very comfortable there. He would much rather have been sitting at a bar relaxing or finishing up some work back at the studio. He couldn't have felt more out of place. Here he was, one of the most out there people in the world. And he couldn't even think of anything important enough to start up a conversation with. Then he noticed the girl who'd been in that little accident a few minutes ago. She seemed to be trying to make herself as unobtrusive as possible without actually neglecting the job she'd been given. It brought a small smile to his thin lips and a more prominent twinkle to his golden eyes. He absolutely loved her hair. Green was so her color. It was completely refreshing to see a model there that wasn't a complete diva. Or was she a model? She wasn't acting like one and she did seem to be trying to show people into another room. (Dorian had amazing hearing) That made his small smile a little broader. She was so delightfully timid. He figured he'd help her out though. She was clearly not going to get anyone's attention without it. She was being too meek. And so Dorian stepped over closer to her and cleared his throat loudly, drawing attention to himself in a very uncharacteristic manner. He winked in the girl's direction as if to say, <em>You can thank me later.</em><br>"I think the lovely young lady here with the green hair would like to direct us all up stairs. Shall we adjourn?"<br>His voice was smooth and sweet like honey, but had an edge to it that added a bit of spice and sex appeal to it. He wasn't even making it sound a certain way. It was just the way it was. people said he had a very sexy voice and asked why he didn't use it more often. To which he often replied with a shrug and a <em>nothing to say.</em> He tried to smile politely, but failed and sufficed with shoving his hands into his pockets and throwing up his trade mark poker face look of mild interest in his surroundings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 06:55:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Front Lobby, interacting with many...</em></span></div><br>Aline was about to leave, content that Kunoichi would be able to show the others to their rooms without problem and slightly worried at the same time. Just as she turned around, Shawn and Matilda came to greet the others. It seemed that their conversation had wrapped up nicely while she had been busy with the meet and greet.<br><br>As she was excusing herself from the small group, she found herself wondering. Once again, Dorian surprised her with an uncharacteristic move as he actually walked over to join the fray. And then he actually spoke. Rather confidently too.<br><br>A small smile played briefly across her lips as she watched his little display. First the smooth talker, and then instantly reverting back to his quietly awkward self. It wasn't until she saw the two of them standing together that it occurred to her how similar he and Kunoichi were.<br><br>But there were other things to take care of first. "Right!" With a flourish to Dorian, "Everyone, this is Dorian. He's one of our photographers and I'm sure you'll all have a chance to meet him sometime. It looks like he'll be accompanying you all with Kunoichi to your rooms?" It was a question instead of a statement. A question because she wasn't sure exactly what to expect from him.<br><br>It would occur to her later on that perhaps he had taken an interest in Kunoichi. <br><br>Now then..."So sorry about all the interruptions Shawn. I hope everything went well with Matilda?" Her eyes scanned the two quickly and it was easy to see that they were getting along. Chummy even. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 15:43:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Sanders - In Gallery</strong></div><br>Catherine watched the owner address all of them quickly. A certain grace in the way she carried herself..the professional attitude shown by the woman was impressive. "Just exploring your fine work there Miss Myobi. Quite stunning really." She said as the owner talked about their rooms. "Normally I would check somewhere which would be fine for me..but..this is an environment which i'm really enjoying right now. I guess it could be interesting to be in this place absolutely. There's a certain surreal quality to the entire thing which i'm most definitely enjoying. So you can count me in." She answered with a smile.<br><br>Her eyes travelled towards Kunoichi as she was waiting. "Thanks Kunoichi..and i'm as ready as they come. So, where are the rooms?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 20:05:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Courtney Rivers -&nbsp; Lobby</strong></div><br>Courtney watched the scene with great interest.&nbsp; The collection of people in the room seemed very much the outside mainstream cross section of the art and fashion world that she had come to know and enjoy.&nbsp; The very fashionable but oddly mannered photographer, the well dressed but obviously dark minded buyer, the odd selection of models who all have a history in the fashion world but somehow found themselves here, and the relatively unknown studio owner who is going through great pains to make something very out of the ordinary come to life.&nbsp; <br><br>Watching the interactions and the people was something Courtney really enjoyed and the drama and tension in this room had the makings for a very interesting visual story.&nbsp; She only wished she had her camera.&nbsp; No matter she thought, soon she'd be settling into her room and seeing where this new experience leads her.<br><br>"Lead on Kunoichi, I'm eager to get started"&nbsp; She said with a very soft but 'matter of factly' tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 20:15:56</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>Front Lobby</strong></div><br>Paul pulled against the chain holding his bike to the rack outside one last time to make sure it was securely locked, before pushing his way through the smooth revolving door and into the lobby. He was surprised to find the place was bustling with people so early in the day, and he was suddenly keenly aware of how out of place he looked in his black biking shorts and windbreaker. He'd asked about it at the interview, and Miss Myobi had mentioned rooms for showering and changing; now, however, he didn't feel as sure, and wondered, not for the first time, why he hadn't just gone ahead and splurged on some cheap import. Sure, it would be harder on the environment, but he'd be walking in on his first day of work feeling clean and smelling fresh, instead of wearing the stink of ten miles of hard pedaling. He shifted his backpack and absentmindedly rubbed his shoulder where the well worn cushion had entrenched itself on a particularly steep climb during the ride, and considered his options. Going home seemed out of the question at this point, so... perhaps the receptionist knew of these changing areas?<br><br>He shrugged, and walked casually towards the front desk, letting his ground devouring strides similarly consume any worry he felt about feeling out of place. As he walked he let his gaze drift over the others, like a child playing hide and go seek to amuse himself at a boring adult party, and chased it with a smile when he caught someone's eye, but mostly he just looked, and walked, and very quickly he stood in front of the desk, looking down into the forlorn seat of the missing receptionist. <em>Well, shit,</em> he thought to himself, <em>there goes the quick solution.</em> It was possible that he might be able to wander the building until he found the proper room... and about as likely as being able to simply walk into a bank and look through the vault. He bit his lip as he looked around again, searching for a badge, or some clue that someone present worked at the gallery, and might be able to help him.<br><br>As his eyes crossed the crowd, a chord of familiarity rang out -- the curl of insanely cool dark hair playing against impossibly warm sepia skin, and he slowly drifted over, finding himself again wishing that he could record photographs simply through mind's eye, capturing subtle details that so often got lost during posed sessions. He smiled at the thought; it was unlikely that his boss would share his interest with the way her hair draped across her face. He maneuvered himself to where she could see him, and smiled as he waited for her to finish her conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 20:44:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce - Gallery Main Lobby | "Holding" Matilda (Tilly) while Speaking with Aline (Others Nearby)</strong></div><br>With hand still at that part on Tilly’s back, though fingers now dancing slightly and a bit teasingly, Shawn spoke confidently as he always did. “Everything has gone better than hoped, Aline.” He return to familiarities as she had done the same, he had no issue either way but did prefer things a lot less formal (despite his choice in attire).<br><br>Still his hand was there and still his fingers moved, trying to elicit a very small response from the girl he had that hand upon. It was almost funny (at least Shawn thought to himself) that he came in hoping to find an interesting shot in time and, instead, found himself an entire person; how silly life was, especially when it gave you much more than you expected. That hand of his still moved, Shawn was not playing nice (or rather he was playing too nice). “A head shot of beautiful Tilly, as she has called herself.” He then added in a quick whisper, “I find it cute,” Before moving along, “In normal sized portrait to which I shall pay double all model and photographer fees, as well as the photograph itself. I do not make many requests, but like to make sure they are paid for properly.” His head then nodded, and still his hand tickled and messaged that one spot on Tilly’s back. At this point, Shawn glanced over at the girl whom he was slightly messing with and half grinned. She could stop it if she wished, he would not hold any hard feelings, but he would greatly appreciate it if she did not.<br><br>Finally, Shawn added a small note to make sure Aline realized he was good for it all and not making any kind of joke about things. “Matilda has caught my attentions in one of those <em>profound</em> ways, you see.” Admittedly, so had Aline in the past (though nothing had happened upon it yet) and so could she in the future as well as many of the others who frequented Waxing Rhapsodic; Shawn had his reasons for attending such a place of curiousness and the photographs were only a small piece of this. So much uniqueness in a single place, who could resist?<br><br>As an aside, Shawn had thought of pulling on Tilly’s dress but knew that to be horrible. He hardly knew the girl, regardless of how either of them were taken. This was rude to act on in public even for a man with no class, certainly it was above a man who had some. In the future, however, the situation might be different and may have found itself turning into something of an erotic back rub off somewhere more private. The girl needed proof of attention craved, Shawn could only hope the way his fingers moved was enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 22:26:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kunoichi - Interacting with various people</strong></div><br>"Ah, y-yes..."&nbsp; Kunoichi stated, making another polite bow.&nbsp; "Th-this way, then.&nbsp; The rooms for the models are on the third floor.&nbsp; R-right this way to the elevator, everyone."<br><br>And, setting the broom she had still been carrying off to the side, the girl led the assembled models through the curtain and back into the explicit gallery beyond.&nbsp; It wasn't a long walk past was various dark and sensuous photos, but now that she was available for comparison, some of them did seem to have a certain familiar face behind them.&nbsp; Just one or two, perhaps, though it was rather hard to tell, given that a few of them seemed to focus away from the face.&nbsp; Like, perhaps that black and white photo of a woman tangled up in various first-aid kit supplies, gauze wrapping up half her body and bandages in a few places being the only thing keeping her decent?&nbsp; Certainly, there was another photo of a face peeking out from behind a tree that seemed to match, shredded clothes hanging from nearby branches being the clue as to why its owner was hiding in that particular picture.<br><br>Still, it was only a short walk in the first place.&nbsp; Before long, they reached the elevator up.&nbsp; And then, off to the Third Floor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84378.0)...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 02:58:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Emilie_autumn3.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><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 style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 06:36:46</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>Front Lobby</strong> - <em>Speaking with Lulu</em></div><br>Paul tried to unobtrusively study Aline as she spoke with the couple. In his mind's eye he could imagine the lighting he'd use, creating slashes of stark shadow across her skin dark enough to compete with a similar effect from the lines of straight hair as it cut down along the curve of her... He blinked, and realized Aline was barely suppressing a scowl in his general direction. <em>Busted,</em> he thought, before tracing the line of her vision just past him, towards the crimson haired woman that evidently had just danced her way into the gallery. Paul couldn't help but grin slightly as she tried to slip surreptitiously behind the receptionist desk; suddenly, he felt much better about his own graceless entrance.<br><br>He glanced back at Aline one last time to nod his thanks, before turning and moving over to the desk. Somehow, the redhead seemed less intimidating than the gallery's owner, and in the back of his mind he sighed in relief, thankful for the possibility of changing into something more professional looking before interacting with his boss on his first day of work. "Hey," he said, trying to cover his grin of amusement with a more serious expression, "I'm Paul Raike." He paused for a moment, to see if the name registered; he wasn't surprised at all at the blank look he got in response. "I'm a graduate student at the college, and I interviewed with Miss Myobi as a photographer's assistant, and late last week she let me know I should show up today..." A bead of sweat tickled its way down his spine, and he realized he'd been rambling pointlessly. "Is there someplace I can shower and change?" He started to gesture towards his biking shorts, then thought the better of it, and instead gestured towards the front door, where his bike had been locked to the rack. "I rode in this morning, so..." He let the sentence drop, sincerely hoping he didn't have to spell out that he was sweaty and stank and wasn't feeling like a professional photographer's assistant in the least. Instead, he simply smiled, and waited for her to point him the right direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 07:25:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Emilie_autumn3.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Speaking with Paul Raike</em></span></div><br>...And there was one of the cuties she'd been thinking about, walking right up to her in his biking shorts.&nbsp; He seemed to be a little on the hot and sweaty side, not that she minded too much.&nbsp; After all, bicycle shorts meant a bicycle, and she wouldn't mind coming in to the sight of him in those shorts, if he was going to be biking in every morning.&nbsp; When the man introduced himself, she looked through the various papers on her desk, searching for the appropriate verification.&nbsp; Paul Raike, Paul Raike...&nbsp; Ah, there it was!<br><br>"Ah, Mr. Raike."&nbsp; There was just the barest hint of a southern twang to the girl's voice as she looked up from the papers detailing the man's general appearance and position within the studio, the only real suggestion to where she was originally from.&nbsp; "Welcome to Waxing Rhapsodic Studios.&nbsp; Nice to see I'm not the only one runnin' a little late this mornin'.&nbsp; I'm Lulu Bennett, pleased to meet'cha."<br><br>Her eyes had followed his gesture, first the one that stopped halfway through leading to his pants, and then from there over to his bike.&nbsp; The second of those lasted long enough for her to get a decent look, at the very least.&nbsp; As far as methods of getting to work went, she could definitely say that it was an economical choice, a lot cheaper than driving or calling a cab, or even riding the morning bus...&nbsp; It seemed he'd made the mistake of not setting out early enough, though.&nbsp; But come to think of it, maybe she could get that to work in her favor...&nbsp; Or at least keep the chewing-out she was going to get later in the day from lasting too long.&nbsp; Surely Miss Myobi would see her working to take care of this guy, right?<br><br>"So, new photography assistant, huh?"&nbsp; Lulu made a little small talk as she fished around behind the desk, looking for the set of keys to the rooms upstairs.&nbsp; Things seemed to have been reorganized a bit, probably the new girl's doing...&nbsp; Well, or that little green-haired tornado had been back behind the desk for a few seconds.&nbsp; "Can't say I get to see that side of the studio much, working' out here in the Gallery.&nbsp; Anyway, studio assistants get their own rooms up on the second floor.&nbsp; This one's the key to yours, I think, and if you want to take a shower now, the elevator's right in the back.&nbsp; Second door on the right, soon as you step out into the hall."<br><br>And, whenever he eventually headed off to get that shower, she would wave and add in...<br><br>"Good luck on your first day, Paul!&nbsp; Try not to take too long gettin' ready, though.&nbsp; The boss doesn't like it when people waste time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 20:44:16</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ leaning against the doorframe of the lobby, watching...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/Bastiaan02.jpg)</div></div><br>Bastiaan leaned his shoulder against the warm grain of wood that was the door frame, looking out over the gathered crowd.&nbsp; He calmly watched people coming and going about their business and enjoyed the bustle that Aline's studio had become.&nbsp; He enjoyed just how well she worked the audience and how effortlessly she seemed to direct and hold their attention.<br><br>He was late, as usual for him, but wanted to get the feel for the crowd before walking into it.&nbsp; Looking over to see the models and the photographers mingling and vying for each other's attentions.&nbsp; It brought an odd reminiscing smile to his face, how long had it been since he too had vied for the attentions of a photographer, and then to gain the attention of a model to allow him to shoot for them.<br><br>Catching how well Aline handled herself around the man pawing at one of the models he casually ignored it, if the girl had wanted him to stop she would say so.&nbsp; Still a measure of decorum was something he'd expect from people in regards to the models of the studio.&nbsp; His eyes drifted along as he watched Lulu enter the lobby, later than he.&nbsp; A half grin on his face as he watched her realization that she was more than just fashionably late, he stifled a laugh.<br><br>Turning his attention back to Aline, he put on a fairly placid visage and waited for her to finish talking to the man.&nbsp; He had a small matter to address with her about the lack of film in his studio, and a growing need for an assistant to discuss.&nbsp; Watching her work, he looked Kunoichi over.&nbsp; The girl had a lot of potential in her, he could see that.&nbsp; <em>Any real artist could...she's got something about her..</em>&nbsp; If only he could figure out what it was then maybe he could help her grow and become much more than the nervous little thing she was.<br><br>“Lulu,”&nbsp; he said in his rich dark timbre, the hint of his origins coming out slightly in his accent, “How long do you think Aline will be with that...gentleman?”&nbsp; His voice was stern, but not in the angry sort of way.&nbsp; It carried a confidence in himself that spoke of decades of experience.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 22:18:26</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>Front Lobby</strong> - <em>Speaking with Lulu, then waiting for the elevator</em></div><br>Paul waited patiently as Lulu worked; even if her appearance was unconventional, it was clear that she was efficient and hard working. He could see why Miss Myobi hired her. "Well, if I ever get a chance to borrow a studio to do my own shooting, you'll be on my short list." He smiled again, more mischievously this time and plucked the key from her outstretched hand. "Thank you very much," he said, and headed around the desk towards the gallery in the back. He found himself smiling as he walked; Lulu seemed like she'd be pleasant to work with. He wondered if everyone else would be as nice; if so, this would be the easiest job he'd ever had!<br><br>She called after him as he walked, and he spun in place long enough to nod, and give her a thumbs up, before moving into the gallery. The elevator was easy to find, and he pressed the button and waited for it to descend again from the third floor. As he stared into the burnished silver surfaces, he reflected over his exchange with Lulu. Although he sincerely expected he'd be entirely too busy helping the staff photographers with their work, he'd been serious about wanting to photograph Lulu; something about her need exploration. <em>Besides,</em> he mused, <em>his blurry reflection smiling with amusement back at him, it never hurts to flatter your coworkers.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 03:54:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Emilie_autumn3.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Working the Front Desk...</em></span></div><br>As Paul left with his new room key, she waved with a cheerful grin when he turned but Lulu's eyes soon found themselves trailing after him appreciatively and she didn't turn until he was out of view. She had to admit, working at a gallery and studio definitely had its perks. Plenty of eye candy to go around and she never got tired of admiring a few of the displays.<br><br>It looked like the rest of the models had left with the lil' green Tasmanian devil. Only Mr. Pierce and the new girl were left with Miss Myobi. Probably discussing another new piece he'd like. He showed up often, Mr. Pierce that is, and by now Lulu knew how to cater to him...or risk a visit from her boss. <br><br>Then again, Miss Myobi really wasn't half bad. Sure, she'd scold and scowl and make you feel like a kid again but she usually always forgave. So far the worst she'd heard of was some of Kunoichi's paycheck being cut to pay for part of the repairs she caused. Hopefully she'd never get there, that woman was scary when pissed. Better not to push her luck. <br><br>Spinning her chair to face the front, her gum smacked in her mouth as she slowly blew a bubble, trying to get it as big as possible. Hey, you had to do <em>something</em> to keep yourself entertained here and her newest past time was attempting to get one as big as her head. By the time her chair was finally facing forward, the dark blue gum (which matched her makeup for the day) was big enough that she was going cross-eyed.<br><br><em>Lulu, how long do you think Aline will be with that...gentleman?</em><br><br>The familiar voice snapped her out of her latest task and she almost inhaled her gum. "M-mister Pranger!" Today was just not her day. Although her mouth was still unmistakably blue, a thin layer of the sticky candy was smeared over her lips, around the mouth, and even a bit had managed to touch onto her nose. "Err...I uh...just a minute!"<br><br>Blushing, her cheeks held a hint of pink now despite the thick layer of powder. Craning her neck, she quickly peeled off the stretchy film and turned back quickly. Perhaps it was due to her always wearing a rather heavy layer of makeup that despite just potentially peeling some off, her face still looked fine...except for the little bit still stuck to the tip of her nose.<br><br>"Well, it looks like she's busy with Mr. Pierce right now. He usually comes and browses around and sometimes he'll find something he likes. Those usually never take long but it looks like he's ah...taken a liking to the new girl." She didn't even know "new girl's" name, but she didn't have to be a genius to see that the buyer had taken a particular liking to her. From where she sat, his roaming hand could clearly be seen and those fingers weren't just staying still.<br><br>"Maybe like...fifteen minutes?" It was already nearly noon so she assumed Mr. Pierce's lunch awaited. But who knew?<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 04:53:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Tilly...with Mr. Pierce and Aline.</em></div><br>Matilda couldn't stop the blush that seemed ever present on her face, and when Mr. Pierce's hand went to her lower back and began rubbing a bit suggestively, she arched a bit and looked down in embarrassment. She almost pulled away, so as to not make a bad impression to everyone on her first day, but his fingers felt good...and so did the attention. It had been a while since a man had shown interest in her of any kind. Well, at least, it had been a while since she'd allowed the attention to continue. Either way, it was nice.<br><br>When he explained the situation to Aline, she rolled her eyes as he said that Tilly was cute.<br><br>"I'm right here, you know. I just figured Tilly is easier than Matilda. After all, not many Americans have used the name Matilda in recent years."<br><br>She sighed, and then nodded.<br><br>"He said that he'd settle for a headshot, and I think that would be alright...I just hope he won't be disappointed. I'm sure that whatever photographer you choose will be fine, and I would hope a day wouldn't be too long to wait. I didn't even know it would be that soon."<br><br>Her heart raced a bit at the prospect, but she tried to pull herself together. After all, she was just showing her face, while most of these girls were showing <em>much</em> more than that. She should be thankful.<br><br>She felt a shiver run up her spine at his continued teasing at her lower back, and it elicited some more...intimate...reactions as well. Breathing a bit more heavily, she tried not to look at him, as she'd likely pull away in panic. Clearing her throat a bit awkwardly, she turned to look at Shawn.<br><br>"It would be fine if he sat in, although I don't know if it would be much fun...seeing as how it's just my face."<br><br>She realized that it might be more "fun" if the picture was more in line with the erotic style, but she wasn't willing to do that...yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 05:09:59</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ talking with Lulu, trying not to stare at the gum on her nose...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/Bastiaan02.jpg)</div></div><br>He raised an eyebrow at her, the large dark blue bubble popping suddenly.&nbsp; He didn't know if he should&nbsp; laugh or scowl at her for the lack of proper professional decorum.&nbsp; His face was stony instead, “No worries...it's not like I have things to do, Lulu.”&nbsp; The girl always seemed unprepared for anything, it frustrated him in a way.<br><br>“Fifteen minutes then...Lulu, you might want to...”&nbsp; he flicked the tip of his nose hoping she would get his meaning.&nbsp; She was the face of the business afterall, it wouldn't look good to potential buyers to see the girl covered in gum.&nbsp; The girl was cute, in a fashion all her own.&nbsp; She might even make a good model someday.<br><br>Bastiaan was always doing that, always looking for talent in some way.&nbsp; He'd had a great deal of skill in finding talent over the years and exposing it to the lens.&nbsp; His proudest moment, though, was in showing Aline how good she was with a camera.<br><br>Sighing, “I'd like to speak with her before the day gets going.&nbsp; I need to finish setting things up in my studio...have I been assigned an assistant yet?”&nbsp; He asked the girl.&nbsp; “Why am I asking you?”&nbsp; He let out a slight chuckle.&nbsp; “Lulu, if you were to ever consider doing a shoot, perhaps we could manage something, it doesn't have to be for a customer perhaps if you are just wanting to expand your portfolio.&nbsp; Just leave the gum behind, yes?”&nbsp; He grinned slightly as he walked off and headed to his studio, giving Aline a slight nod, letting her know if she needed help he would be there.&nbsp; <em>Maybe I'd stop by and see that Ingrid girl that Aline adores so much...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 05:50:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce - Gallery Main Lobby | Speaking Mainly with Matilda (Tilly) and Aline with Lulu and Bastiaan Greeted Quickly</strong></div><br>Pulling his hand away from Tilly and setting it calmly at his side, Shawn thought aloud. “I have not considered sitting in on the shoot but it seems an interesting thing to try, if Matilda does not mind.” He quirked his head to the side, looking at Matilda softly. “I do prefer Matilda, personally.” His head then moved back quickly to Aline, nodding once again. “But, yes, that is the agreement and there is never a hurry to art. Two days... seven? Simply get to things when you can. I know many are busy.” A day, two days, there was plenty of time and no need to hurry. If Matilda was willing today, she’d be willing tomorrow or later (at least was Shawn’s rational). Not to mention, he intended to return within the next couple of days either way.<br><br>“However, I must now be excused.” The words came rather suddenly as cane shifted from one hand to the other and was hoisted to about chest level. “It is grown on noon and I have a lunch that needs attention. Pardon the abruptness but as much as I would like,” The word came with a subtle hint to and about Matilda, “I can not stay here all day.” From here, Shawn began moving himself away from the two and would let business go about as usual, he had caused enough disruption as it was.<br><br>“You have my number, Aline, in order to schedule things properly. My time is easily put where I wish it.” He allowed enough time for them to give a quick goodbye or two before turning to Lulu and the gentlemen briefly. “Casual today, Lulu?” Shawn commented lightly on Lulu‘s choice in attire, he did prefer her over-the-top dress against today’s choices. Then again, Shawn was guilty of liking those oddities in life. After Lulu responded, Shawn quietly tipped his cane to Bastiaan, “Sir,” Then bid Waxing Rhapsodic an adieu.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 08:49:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Front Lobby...</em></span></div><br>Definitely chummy. It was rather surprising how comfortable the two seemed after a mere few hours together. Then again, she supposed she shouldn't have expected any less, after all, a few hours of idle chatter could open doors of all kinds. <br><br>"Of course. I'll schedule a shoot for her right away. I do hate to keep you waiting but it'll be delivered as soon as possible." Neat handwriting had already noted the details down. "I'll be sure to get in touch so that we can discuss any other minor details you may think of later on." She never questioned the fact that Shawn seemed to be available at the drop of a dime, no rescheduling needed. He certainly seemed to be a man of luxury, but Aline made it a point to never pry. <br><br>Wishing him a good day, she watched as he exited, cane swaying slightly and looking very much the gentlemen. Left with just Tilly at her side it almost felt strange now that the throng of people had dissipated. "Well!" A soft sigh and, "That was something, huh?" To herself, she muttered, "I really have to put some more people in the gallery..." as she looked over the now empty lobby. Well, practically empty. The shock of bright red hair couldn't possibly be missed and she thought she'd spotted Bastiaan earlier...&nbsp; <br><br>It was a moment before she turned to address Tilly. "So, Tilly is it? Or would you rather Matilda as Mr. Pierce does?" The question held the smallest trace of sarcasm, one that would be easily missed by all save those closest to her. It wasn't that she didn't like the man - he was pleasant enough, especially when he left happily with a new piece for his collection - it was the fact that there never seemed to be enough help around and always too much to do.<br><br>Covering the short distance back to the front counter, Aline said simply to the crimson girl, "Late again I see?" The receptionist looked duly ashamed of herself and mumbled an apology. "This is Lulu Bennett, she's been with us for a bit so she can show you the ropes." Just as she was about to turn away, she stopped and scrutinized Lulu for a bit. "What...is on your nose?" Seeing her confused expression, Aline tapped her own nose in the general area where the leftover gum desperately clung. This resulted in the look of realization slowly dawning on Lulu's face before quickly covering her nose.<br><br>"Right. Well, I'm sure you'll do just fine. Try not to be late tomorrow though? <em>Both</em> of you." Her eyes rested on Lulu as she emphasized the last few words. <br><br>With the lobby empty for the moment, it seemed the unusual early morning rush was over. Aline left feeling (somewhat) confident that the two could handle whatever was needed of them. Now where had Bastiaan gone? She was so sure she'd seen him...<br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><sup><em>(continued in Bastiaan's Studio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84849.0))<br></em></sup></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 18:41:20</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>Front Lobby</strong> - <em>Waiting for the elevator</em></div><br>The elevator finally arrived with a soft 'ding', and the doors opened to reveal the empty interior. Paul stepped in and punched the button for the second floor, and sighed with relief as the door closed and the elevator lurched into motion, and he leaned down to sneak a smell under his arm, making sure he wasn't completely and utterly rank. He doubted he was <em>too</em> offensive; Lulu just didn't seem like the type to hold back if something didn't meet her approval. Even so, he couldn't wait to finish his shower and start the day.<br><br>Speaking of which, he glanced at his watch, and realized that really, his day had already started. <em>Fuck. Great way to make an impression on your first day.</em> He sighed and shook his head. <em>Nothing to do about it now. In the future, however, I can leave fifteen minutes earlier, and pace myself better up that hill...</em> He figured there'd be no problem making it on time tomorrow. Besides, it was Saturday, so the traffic would be lighter. The doors opened with a ding, and he walked off on the second floor.<br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><em>Paul heads to the Second Floor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84364.msg3738707#msg3738707)</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Langueduchatte</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 17:55:37</strong>
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				<br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Jarvis Driscoll arrives early in anticipation.&nbsp; (The Lobby - Day 2; 09:05)</span></strong></span></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Jarvis Driscoll had risen early.&nbsp; This was not unusual in itself ~ it would be normal if he was going to work ~ but today, Jarvis had taken the day off.&nbsp; The hurried <em>clear-my-diary-and-hold-all-my-calls-tomorrow</em> conversation he had with his assistant the previous evening had no doubt sent shockwaves around the office.&nbsp; Jarvis liked to keep them guessing now and then, just to get the partners worried that he was being head-hunted by another agency.&nbsp; It was a tactic that kept his bank manager very happy.&nbsp; Jarvis looked at his Tudor Alarm watch.&nbsp; He was near a full hour early for his appointed time with Dorian Silver.&nbsp; <em>Oh my, obsession does get the better of you, Jarvis.</em>&nbsp; He remarked to himself.<br><br>Jarvis eyed the revolving doors with suspicion.&nbsp; &nbsp;He never liked revolving doors ~ since childhood he always imagined them to be some kind of fiendish coffin.&nbsp; Jarvis pushed his way through, holding his breath as if jumping into icy water.&nbsp; But this passing through the gateway into another realm was a drink from <em>Lethe</em>; with his sighing out breath he had forgotten all when faced with the quirk lobby of the gallery.&nbsp; The idiosyncratic front desk never failed to draw a smile from him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Pausing to breath it all in, he crackled like static with anticipation.&nbsp; But, at first glance, the desk did not seem to be manned.&nbsp; On previous occasions he had seen the most delectable girl with a beguiling southern accent who was dressed (as some might unkindly describe) as if she was part of a side-show.&nbsp; On his visits to <em>Waxing Rhapsodic</em>, Jarvis had grown accustomed to the unusual being the usual ~ and he was, after all, used to dealing with what his social circle would call <em>the artistic type.</em>&nbsp; Jarvis took his time and went into <em>gallery mode</em> ~ pretending to show an interest in the well executed, but for Jarvis's taste somewhat banal, landscapes and portaits on the walls.&nbsp; Time was being killed, but for Jarvis it was a painfully slow death.&nbsp; <br><br>He found himself fixating on the music, and couldn't work out if he liked it.&nbsp; <em>Too</em>...he searched for the right adjective but was too distracted to come up with anything eloquent.&nbsp; <em>Too muzak-y.</em> There were times when he was simply unapologetic about his snobbery.&nbsp; <em>I must talk to Aline about that ~ you need something more contemporary-classical.&nbsp; Glass, maybe, or Reich...ah but the minimalists are so passé now. </em> He went on in a flight of fancy. <em>Or something that everyone thinks they know what it is... but really it gives them a mental itch that they can't scratch...the Dirty Three, perhaps?.</em><br><br>He paused at the back of the gallery. <em> I wonder.</em>&nbsp; He mused.&nbsp; <em>Would it be open at this time?</em>&nbsp; He heard footsteps behind him, and turned with a slightly guilty expression to greet the intruder to his thoughts.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 00:33:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Emilie8.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Working the Front Desk...</em></span></div><br>Lulu almost bumped into Jarvis as she rushed inside, and muttered a quick apology without actually looking at who it was. She was too busy trying to see what time it was. 9:05, just five minutes late today...not bad at all! Or it wouldn't have been if someone wasn't already in the gallery waiting. <em>Dammit, just my luck...</em><br><br>Seeing that it was one of the buyers, Mr. Driscoll to be exact, she hurried around to the other side of the counter before sliding behind it. A bit flustered, she gave him a sheepish grin at her tardiness. She thought one of the other staff would've been around to cover her at least, but it seemed they liked sleeping in just as much as she did.<br><br>"Mornin' Mr. Driscoll! Gettin' an early start today eh?" Like with the other buyers, Lulu had made sure to commit their names and faces to memory. She was still working on the exact sort of photos they preferred though. That list was rather lengthy.<br><br>The small talk only lasted for as long as it took her to drop her bag on the floor and settle into her chair. Turning her full attention to the man, she smiled brightly. "How can I help you today? Lookin' for something new for the collection?" Unlike the dreary weather outside, Lulu's makeup was bright with contrasting colors of red and black today. Her hair had been let down to clash against pale skin and the frilled white blouse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TastyBacon</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 05:55:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Travis Ornet - On his way/Arriving at Waxing.</strong></span></div><br><br>Travis glanced down at his watched as he walked along the sidewalk, heading for the studio for the second time in the past few days.&nbsp; The first time he had visited, he was just looking to see what all the commotion was about, and had found himself accidentally surrounded by a world of dark desires and artwork.&nbsp; He was now on his way there for an interview, feeling incredibly nervous as he drew closer.&nbsp; He had also been slightly interested in some of the things he had seen on display in the gallery when he had stumbled upon the back room of Waxing Rhapsodic, but had never given thought to physically trying it.&nbsp; But when he had seen the sign that advertised the want for new models, he decided to try it.&nbsp; He didn't think anything would come from it, but he wasn't going to not apply for a job just because of that, he was desperate to get out of his current situation.<br><br>He currently worked at a dead end job for a fast food restaurant, and was absolutely miserable, not making nearly enough money to pay his bills.&nbsp; He was applying everyplace that he could, but it was rare to even get a call back saying that there were no openings.&nbsp; So when he got a call back from the studio, asking him to come in for an interview, he was ecstatic.&nbsp; Though now that it was actually time for the interview, he felt as if his stomach was doing flips.<br><br>He could see the small sign for the gallery as he turned onto the block, and began to take care of his appearance.&nbsp; He was wearing a light pair of khaki pants, with a dark maroon red button down shirt tucked into them.&nbsp; He smoothed out the shirt, making sure it was tucked in evenly, and used his hand to brush his medium length brown hair from his face, and making it look neat.&nbsp; He was outside the door now, and he reached out for it.&nbsp; He took a deep breath, speaking to himself mentally to calm his nerves, and stepped inside, heading up to the main desk to inform them of his arrival for an interview.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 06:06:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Matilda...Arriving for work.</em></div><br>Matilda Haraldsen had experienced quite a first day. She was late, and then coerced to model for a man she barely knew. However, it was only a headshot, and she could do that. After all, she was a theatrical actress and singer. She had headshots...and this would be no different. Still, she had taken extra care this morning with her shower, toilette, make-up and hair. Her red locks fell in shiny ringlets around her pale face, and her make-up was simple, but pretty. She figured she could always touch up before the shoot unless they had an artist.<br><br>She wore a black and white knee length skirt, a black form-fitting sweater with a black belt around her waist, and then black heels. (http://blog.cleveland.com/shopaholic/2008/03/medium_ann2.jpeg) Her earrings and necklace were simple pearls, and she had a lightly floral perfume spritzed on her.<br><br>When she reached the building, she checked her cell phone and realized that she wasn't late today. She was supposed to be here at 9:30, as Lulu was opening, and it was only 9:10. Sighing in relief, she smiled at the other staff member and went around to put her black handbag beneath the reception desk.<br><br><strong>"What should I do?"</strong><br><br>She looked at the man that Lulu was speaking to and backed away a bit, smiling and blushing at her rudeness. <br><strong><br>"Oh...sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."</strong><br><br>When another man came in, looking a bit unsure...but quite a lot like a model...Matilda moved to him and smiled from behind the desk. Tilting her head, she spoke in her Norwegian accent.<br><br><strong>"Good morning. Can I help you?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TastyBacon</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 06:20:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Travis Ornett - Approaching the Desk/Speaking with Tilly</span></strong></div><br>Travis saw the two others conversing with each other at the desk, but paid no attention to them, as he was quickly met by the other woman.&nbsp; She was not one that he had seen there the day he applied for the job, but he didn't expect to see all the same people.&nbsp; She was quite gorgeous though.&nbsp; Delivering her a small smile, he stepped forward to the desk in front of her, resting his forearms against the smooth wood.&nbsp; <br><br>"Um, yeah, my name is Travis Ornet, I was supposed to come in today for an interview today."&nbsp; He informed her, his eyes scanning around the main lobby.&nbsp; While the artwork was good, it was nowhere near as captivating as what was held in the back of the building.&nbsp; His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, still feeling incredibly nervous with the entire situation.&nbsp; But there was no turning back now.
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				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 06:23:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br>1st Floor Stairwell<br>Heading towards the lobby</span></strong></div><br>Dorian had taken a nice long shower and eaten his customary breakfast of cherry pop tarts and chocolate milk. He'd thrown in a nice bowl of cinnamon toast crunch as well. He hadn't slept well and the cereal always made him feel more refreshed after a rough night. He had returned to his turtle neck shirt and cargo plant, deciding to go with a red top and black trousers today. The deep red of the shirt clashed wonderfully with his flaming red hair and set his golden irises in amazing contrast as well. It was as though his head was on fire today. He rather enjoyed the effect as he strode out into the main lobby. He could have taken the elevator, but he liked getting his exercise and a long treck down nine flights of stairs seemed a good way to go about it. He stepped out from the door that concealed the stairs from the rest of the room and noticed several things almost immediately. The first was that Lulu was taking the first shift today. His thin lips broke into a small smile. He liked Lulu. Her spunk was very entertaining. He'd tried to get her to try modeling a couple times, but his lack of drive to speak had made his efforts see, at least to him, a little weak. Lulu would make a very good model in his mind. Not even necessarily for an erotic shoot. Just some silhouette shots for his portfolio to flesh it out some more. The second thing he noticed was that Jarvis was early. That made his smile turn into more of a smirk as he wondered how long the buyer had been waiting for him or Courtney to appear. His right hand came out of his pocket as he waved casually to the man. Dorian was mainly interested in the kind of art Jarvis wanted him to do. Dorian was happy to do it, having never done a shoot with one of those particular devices before. It was sure to be very interesting and he was already picturing a set of the photos in black and whites, the contrast turned up and the shadows done just right to get the best detail from the shots. His attention was only slightly drawn to Aline , but he should probably talk to her again at some point. After all, she was helping him out big time by giving him such cheap rent. She knew how he lived. He rarely made enough to afford most rents. He would make it up to her if Jarvis liked his work enough to pay the sum he'd offered before. It was much more than Dorian usually charged, but he wasn't going to look this gift horse in the mouth. Dorian needed the money this time. Not only to keep Ms. Myobi happy with him, but also to eat. There were a couple others in the room, but Dorian registered them and then dismissed them within a couple seconds of seeing them. They weren't his focus today. Today, he worked and made money. Then Matilda walked in. He'd seen her at the open house yesterday, but hadn't been comfortable enough to actually register who she was. He'd seen her before as well, but also was often too busy or anti social to speak to her. Now that he got a good look, he noticed something he hadn't before. She was very beautiful. Possibly one of the most beautiful women Dorian had ever seen. And that was, in fact, saying quite a lot. Dorian could feel himself getting tense just being in the same room. Funny how he'd never paid enough attention to her to notice the lush curve of her lips against the pale, flawlessness of her porcelain skin. Dorian wasn't one to blush, but if he had been, his face would likely be beet red by now. He mentally chastised himself for being so nervous. She was a pretty women. Nothing more. He dealt with her kind every day. Just not many as beautiful. Dorian was decided. He would get to know her better from now on. And so, as he walked slowly past the desk, he raised his strangely colored eyes to look straight into hers and smiled a full smile, a very unusual thing for him, right at her.<br>"Morning Tilly. Lulu."<br>That was also far more extravagant a greeting than he gave most people in almost any situation. What was it about her that caught his eye so? He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew he would. He always did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 06:41:44</strong>
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				-Morgan Delany, getting ...Home and Missing Dorian by a few moments?-<br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.chicagobreakingnews.com/2010/08/24/yellow_cab_612.jpg)</div><br><br>Morgan stepped to the curb from the simple Yellow Cab that had dropped him off. His eyes seemed a tad unfocused, his stance just a little off as he passed the driver and inordinate amount of money for the short ride he had taken. It wasn't the driver's fault that Morgan was currently seeing double of everything, and smelled vaguely of European tobacco, Kentucky Bourbon, and very cheap perfume. No, that would be the faults of the Dunhill cigarettes, the Woodford's reserve , and a bevy of women whose names he should know but for some reason kept eluding him.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://1416andcounting.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/leon-der-profi-5.jpg)</div><br><br><br>He shoved the money clip back into the front pant's pocket, right beside the remains of a thong of some sorts. He took a moment to stagger backwards and pull his own pants forward with the nerve to look. No, these were not his, he was still without his boxers. They, the boxers, were somewhere in another part of town on a body that was not his. He chuckled at that thought, the subtle laugh of the insane, or the truly hungover, as he turned and headed into the building. He avoided the elevators, the sudden motion would have him throwing up in no time flat. No, it was to be six flights of stairs.<br><br>He would either make his studio, or die in the attempt. The house was favoring the die in the attempt, and he knew, deep inside, that they, they evil people who he called peers, were already planning to divide his loot like pirates if he didn't make it in one night. In a way the thought warmed him, plastering a grin across his face that was the same smile as you get with you see that first hint of the hem of a stocking top because the woman has stretched to far. He made his way across the lobby, in a stumble shamble that would make Thriller proud,&nbsp; without making eye contact with anyone. Half pushing, or falling, through the door to the stairwell, he took the first flight almost on his hands and knees. The urge to hurl was immense, but he held the reins and kept everything in place.<br><br><br>One flight down and into the second was when Morgan shook his head, the second mistake in a series of mistakes. The first was to try and distract oneself when hungover, with something sexual. Not only would they find him dead, but aroused as well. Dignity... the first thing sacrificed in graduate school. Then the shaking of the head, not a good idea as there was a gremlin throwing the main and screaming numbers between his ears. No, No more nights with Russian's named Vassily, yet another thing on the ever growing list of "Shit I should never do again, no matter what." He got up and staggered up until the landing of the third. Mmm yup, three more to go, he would start praying for death in about 3 minutes.<br><br>( Will continue this at his studio )
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 07:36:02</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u97/strangeglue/Icons/Scarlett003-1.png) <br><em>Matilda...talking to Travis and greeting Dorian.</em></div><br>Tilly (http://cdn.screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/iron-man-2-scarlett-johansson.jpg) smiled at the young man and nodded, sitting down and logging into her computer. Checking Ms. Myobi's appointments for the day, she saw his name and then stood back up before speaking to him.<br><br><strong>"Perfect. Ms. Myobi is in her studio, but you can either have a seat down here or browse the gallery until she's ready. Either she'll come down and meet you, or I'll let you know when you can head up."</strong><br><br>Flipping some hair out of her face, she straightened up fully.<br><br><strong>"Would you like a glass of wine or water while you wait?"</strong><br><br>Her voice was smooth, although her eyes veered from his when two other men entered. One was a younger man that she'd seen on occasion, and had wanted to get to know. Today, though, he seemed to look at her strangely, and she blushed beneath the intense gaze. She smiled at him and was surprised when he not only knew her name, but her nickname as well! She was flattered, and the young redhead nodded before speaking.<br><br><strong>"Good morning, Mr. Silver."</strong><br><br>He passed by her, and she followed him briefly...turning her head to watch as he headed toward the stairs. It seemed like some sort of a moment had passed between them, but she wasn't sure what it was. Shrugging, she turned back to Travis and waited for his answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Langueduchatte</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 09:01:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Lobby - Front Desk</span></strong></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/6/68/JarvisDriscoll2.jpg/373px-JarvisDriscoll2.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The intruder that broke his thoughts was Lulu.&nbsp; She did a good job of not appearing too fazed by the fact that Jarvis had arrived before she had.&nbsp; Jarvis had only seen Lulu a couple of times, and was captivated by her eyes.&nbsp; Deflecting her question momentarily, Jarvis replied.<br>"Well don't you just look <em>ravishing</em> Miss Lulu."&nbsp; She looked at him impassively.&nbsp; Jarvis continued, smiling.&nbsp; "In answer to your question I <em>am</em> here to add something."&nbsp; He responded at last. "But, I'm horrendously early for my appointment with Dorian...he <em>is</em> expecting me, but not until ten."<br>Jarvis leant in toward Lulu, and lowered his voice to a conspiratorial level.&nbsp; "You know, I was wondering...the back gallery...is it open?&nbsp; I mean, it could really whet my appetite if you'd be able to let me in for a look."&nbsp; The way he formed of the word <em>whet</em> indeed sounded like Jarvis was already sharpening his desires, as he smelled the myriad perfumes rising from Lulu's make up. "And look, if it's a question of money, or you needing to check with Aline, then please don't let that..."<br>"What should I do?"&nbsp; A voice from seemingly nowhere interrupted his hushed tones.&nbsp; Jarvis slowly turned to look at the interloper; it was Tilly.<br>He smiled politely as she apologised, and having lost the moment, pursued the matter no further.&nbsp; Besides, the lobby had begun to fill up with people arriving at the gallery for their various reasons.&nbsp; It was all the less relevant now he had spotted Dorian.&nbsp; He nodded a greeting in return to Dorian's nonchalant wave, and made a small gesture to the small, black leather case he holding.&nbsp; He felt his face overcome with a wry smile.&nbsp; <br>"My apologies, Dorian.&nbsp; I was a little early...please, I don't mind waiting if you have something more pressing."</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 09:28:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br>1st floor Lobby<br>Being smitten with Tilly and talking to Jarvis</span></strong></div><br>Dorian smiled a bit longer at Tilly, emphasizing exactly how strange it was for him to even smile like that at anyone. It was a genuine smile though and came naturally to Dorian's face. Even though many would fins the fact that it was even there strange. Then he turned back to Jarvis. His smile fading to be replaced by a look of mild interest as the man gestured to the case he was carrying. Dorian assumed the device they had discussed was inside. Dorian had spent a good part of the night looking up the things and watching a few videos of them being used on women to get a good feel for them. Many who didn't understand his thought process considered him a whore for online porn, but Dorian viewed it a research for his art. Much of his vision was erotic in nature and he figured it would be good to have a well versed knowledge of what he was working with. It had served him well, so he saw no reason to change his habits or methods. Although his mind was still in a bit of a fog from his realization that Tilly was effing gorgeous. He stopped beside Jarvis and smiled his usual small smile of amusement. The man went out of his way not to inconvenience the models and photographers at WR, but, from what Dorian had heard, Jarvis regularly made life for his own employees difficult to an extent with his absences. Dorian wrote it off as a quirk of an eccentric man and shrugged.<br>"Nothing important."<br>Dorian's eyes moved back to Tilly. He couldn't help it. He was drawn to her. His mind was still focused enough to speak to Jarvis again though and he did, with an unusually large number of words for him.<br>"I was actually coming down here to head you off to talk about the shoot before we speak to Courtney."<br>He gestured for Jarvis to follow him and waved to the front desk to let them know he was taking Jarvis into the back gallery for a moment. Dorian had permission even if Jarvis might not have. Dorian worked there after all. Several of his photos were displayed here as a matter of fact. Dorian strolled towards one of them and waited for Jarvis to speak, now away from the mind altering influence of a woman's beauty. It was odd. Dorian had done shoots of women in all manners of arousing poses, but for some reason, he talked too much around a girl he had no intention to shoot just yet. Oh well. He was having trouble remembering why it was a big deal, found none, and went back to pondering what Jarvis had in mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Langueduchatte</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 14:29:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>The Explicit Gallery - Waxing Rhapsodic.&nbsp; (Jarvis follows Dorian to 'talk')</strong></span></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Jarvis sensed something occurring between Tilly and Dorian.&nbsp; She was drawing his attention too frequently.&nbsp; <em>Mmmm.</em>&nbsp; Thought Jarvis.&nbsp; <em>Moth, meet flame.&nbsp; Flame, moth.</em>.&nbsp; In one fluid movement Dorian had both signalled Jarvis to follow him to the back gallery and indicated where they were going to the girls at the desk.&nbsp; Dorian's almost semaphoric way of communicating was a curiosity for Jarvis.&nbsp; His was a world of words - spoken, written, signed, sealed, delivered; chin-chin and chink-chink.&nbsp; Job done, go home.&nbsp; It struck him as somewhat concrete when faced with a man who spoke volumes without more than a few words; it was like watching a conjurer.&nbsp; Jarvis was not ill-at-ease, however.&nbsp; <em>Horses for courses</em> he would constantly remind his underlings at work.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had a good instinct for talent, and (as an agent) was relatively tolerant of such artistic foibles, perhaps more tolerant than his public persona portrayed.<br>"Something is concerning me, Dorian."&nbsp; Jarvis suddenly became business-like.&nbsp; "I want to be sure that Courtney is a willing participant...I mean, whatever the shot ends up looking like, I would like this to be consensual."&nbsp; He tapped the small leather case.&nbsp; Dorian shrugged and nodded.&nbsp; Jarvis took this as his assent.<br>"So.&nbsp; You mentioned something about a the setting."&nbsp; Again, Jarvis felt the need to <em>talk</em> through everything. "I know I am giving you free reign on this.&nbsp; I mean...I don't want you to think that I am interfering with your artistic judgement...but I just wanted to find out some more detail.&nbsp; Don't get me wrong ~ the auto workshop idea is genius ~ but you must forgive me, <em>detail</em> is how I work...so..."&nbsp; Jarvis sensed he was getting nowhere.&nbsp; "Well maybe I could have a <em>look</em>?"&nbsp; His overemphasis on the final word could have been misconstrued as sarcasm.&nbsp; Although Jarvis thought that sarcasm showed merely intelligence (and not breeding), he had no problems with generous servings of it.&nbsp; It was his management style and he often joked about securing a seven figure fee for anyone who could get a book called <em>The Sarcastic Manager</em> on Oprah's book club.&nbsp; "Oh, and as agreed...I will operate the...uh..." He wanted to find a suitable euphemism "gizmo..."<br>Dorian nodded his agreement to both viewing the set and the technicalities of the gadgetry.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 19:02:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br>1st Floor Explicit Gallery<br>Talking to Jarvis</span></strong></div><br>Dorian chuckled mildly at Jarvis's referral to the device as a "gizmo". It seemed that the man didn't really understand how to be informal. That didn't bother Dorian in the slightest. In fact, it amused him to no end. People now a days tended to irritate him with their complete butchery of the English language. Yet another reason he was often disinclined to speak more than a few words. His chuckle died out with a smirk and a gesture to the small gathering of a select few of his edgier photos. There were four and each was of a different woman. They all wore the same tightly fitting corset and matching panties with a leather collar around each of their necks. They were each sitting seductively in the center of a bed with rose petals strewn across the surface. Each had their right hand down the front of their panties and clearly had their middle finger inside themselves. each of their leashes was clearly being held by someone off the canvas. Someone who clearly had full control of them and their faces were each looking in the same direction. None of this was really all that extraordinary. The remarkable thing was that they were each in the same exact position. The same expression of lust intermingled with fear and a sprinkle of submission thrown it was displayed on each of their faces.&nbsp; Dorian was a perfectionist and his ability to recreate such exact symmetry with such different models was astounding. His eyes flashed to each photo in turn, clearly remembering exactly how each shoot had gone. Savoring the memories in his mind.<br>"Courtney will be. And my art is as precise as I want it to be Jarvis."<br>His voice was light and friendly, but there was a firmness beneath it. The undertones of truth that said that he was confident that he could produce what Jarvis was looking for. Dorian's attention to detail was almost legendary. He'd been known to take hours out of a shoot to create one photo he was trying to get with the exact things he wanted in it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 03:33:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce - Entering Lobby | Greets Lulu and Speaks with Matilda (Tilly)</strong><br></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.stormmodels.com/resource/38793.163563.itemlarge.jpg)</div>The other day had been an interesting event for Shawn, it had been met with the discovery of someone truly beautiful and whom he could not get off his mind. "Matilda," Shawn mused to himself a moment as he stepped into the light rain and flipped open his umbrella (which doubled as a cane for today (http://s6.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/A235AAF1.jpg)). Shawn's attire, for today, was not much different from yesterday with the exception his suit was a bit more thicker for the cooling weather and a slightly lighter blue. His usual choice in color, was this, but yesterday felt more serious and less carefree.<br><br>Rain would not ruin Shawn's mood, no sir, today was the shoot of his--- of the beautiful Matilda. The entire time of yesterday his brain had been wondering: should he sit on the shot or not? Should he flirt more? Should he try for more than a photograph? The entire day, yesterday, after Shawn had left Waxing Rhapsodic was almost wasted simply because his mind could not focus. This meant, at least to him, that Matilda was someone even more special than he realized. ...and the way she felt upon his hands, the way his fingers felt along her back- enough!<br><br>Shawn found himself standing outside the main gallery, umbrella being lightly pelted by the now slowing rain. He had given himself a good time to walk and think but, upon reflection, he had given himself to much time to think. Using one of the pull doors, Shawn flicked his umbrella dry then wiped his feet before he stepped inside as to not make a puddle mess. A moment, not much longer than a minute or two, and Shawn found himself fully adjusted and ready to see what was going about.&nbsp; The thing with Shawn, is he was not early or late. Shawn was simply there and there had been no discussion otherwise as to if he was or was not attending the shoot. Though if anyone were to ponder for a quick moment that Shawn as here to see <del>his</del> Matilda before the shoot began, they would be correct.<br><br>Speaking of Matilda, she looked like she had pulled out all the stops this morning. It was most impressive, yet still she had that odd air about her. Making his way toward the front desk, Shawn did his usual and hung the can on the counter and greeted the receptionists accordingly. "Miss Lulu," Shawn nodded his head to her then slowly turned to look at Tilly, "Looking beautiful, this morning, Matilda. Is that all for my request? You've out done yourself, I almost feel flattered." His hand went to his chest as he grinned with a subtle hint to his eyes that he was, in fact, very pleased to see she had gone the extra foot.<br><br>Perhaps he had caught her eye in the way she had caught his, that would be <strong>delightful</strong>.<br><br><br>....and Travis was there, too, but Shawn paid him little mind outside of a slight nod of the head to acknowledge the man existed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Langueduchatte</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 11:53:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">1st Floor Explicit Gallery - Jarvis Driscoll and Dorian Silver make progress</span></strong></div><br>J<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">arvis winced at the word "gizmo".&nbsp; <em>Shit</em>. He thought.&nbsp; <em>I sound like my father</em>.&nbsp; There was something about Dorian's manner that made Jarvis feel that the reigns were not entirely in his grasp; and this was discomfiting.&nbsp; The young photographer had come highly recommended from Aline, and this was normally good enough for Jarvis, but he was beginning to have doubts.&nbsp; Dorian slowed down to stop in front of four prints.&nbsp; A careless glance and you would have passed them off as the same model, repeated in four shots and digitally manipulated to appear different.&nbsp; But Jarvis noted straight away what had been presented here.&nbsp; There was breathtaking technical precision and artistry in the way each model had been caught and subdued with the same pose, with the same expression, on four separate occasions.&nbsp; Aline had alerted Jarvis to this group of prints when he first approached the gallery for a commission, but he had neglected to make the time.&nbsp; He stood in awe.&nbsp; It was an epiphany of sorts ~ if Dorian delivered a photograph in the same manner as these four prints, it would very likely surpass any of the others he had in his collection.&nbsp; <br>The drizzle of the morning swelled to waves of squally rain which could be heard falling outside the building.&nbsp; Standing in front of the four photographs, Jarvis suddenly felt his tensions go as Dorian's comments about precision lingered in his mind.<br>"Of course, Dorian.&nbsp; I never doubted you for a moment."&nbsp; He lied.&nbsp; "You create beautiful work and, I must say, I am looking forward to this one ~ particularly as Courtney has certain qualities that I feel will suit what I had in mind.&nbsp; The juxtaposition will be...perfect."&nbsp; Jarvis was lost between the legs of the girl in the second print.<br>"Dorian."&nbsp; Jarvis's tone was slightly distracted. "Do you have any portfolios I can look at in your studio?&nbsp; I merely ask because...uh, well...if this is the quality of the work that you do..."&nbsp; He stopped and turned to look Dorian in the eyes.&nbsp; "You will find me a very loyal buyer, if you catch my drift."<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 20:24:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br>1st Floor Explicet Gallery<br>Pleasantly surprised by Jarvis</span></strong></div><br>Dorian was highly amused by Jarvis' reaction to his photos. These were a few of his favorites. Although they were somewhat tame compared to a couple of his other shoots. In fact, these were rather tame compared to the rest of the photos in each of the shoots they'd been pulled from. Dorian considered this for a moment, his eyes widening slightly at the request and the statement that followed. Was Jarvis actually suggesting that he'd like to buy some of Dorian's pieces? The man was very wealthy and Dorian could really use the money at this point. He was a little behind on his rent. Aline&nbsp; was being generous about it, but he needed to get something to her soon. If Jarvis was really willing to buy his work, Dorian could walk away from it very well off and still have a potential client for his future work. Dorian raised his right hand to his head, scratching his unkempt hair as he pondered this for a few seconds. Then dropped the hand, reinserting it into the awaiting pocket and smiling his usual small smile.<br>"Yes. I do. Come with me."<br>Dorian began to walk back towards the lobby, hoping that Tilly would still be at her station and wanting to leave a message for Courtney if she happened to try the lobby to find him first. He was rather hoping Tilly wouldn't take it as brushing her off with the mention of another girl. Dorian was very interested in getting to know her better. His hand found the door to the lobby and gave a light push, the heavy thing swinging out and allowing him and Jarvis entry back to the main gallery. His heavy boots made surprisingly little noise on the tile of the floor. Dorian almost chuckled at the thought. He'd been referred to as a flame headed ghost by a few people. It only ever served to amuse him and excite another of his famous shrugs from his toned shoulders. As he rounded the corner to see the desk, he was pleased to see that Tilly and Lulu were still there, but a bit miffed to notice one of the other buyers was speaking to Tilly and eying her like a hungry wolf would eye a crippled horse. Dorian's expression darkened. Something about that man gave him a bad vibe. He wasn't sure if it was the eyes, which displayed a clear disregard for anything that didn't interest him, or maybe the sense that he would do anything it took to get his way. It made Dorian a little uneasy, but he ignored it for the moment. He was still going to leave the message with Tilly. Lulu was cool, but he wasn't sure she would remember the message if he left it with her. And, with all those things in mind, he readjusted his face into a warm smile for Tilly and strode, confidently towards the desk.<br>"Hey Tilly. Would you mind letting Ms. Rivers know that Jarvis and I will be in my studio if she comes down here looking for me? I have a shoot scheduled with her today."<br>He waited for her confirmation, pointedly ignoring Mr. Pierce with that smile he reserved for her. Then nodded and turned towards the elevator, hitting the up button and standing there, his mind in a contemplative space which would be rather hard to shake him from.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 13:13:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Carolina Cartright-Williams - Entering the lobby, addressing the receptionist</strong></span></span></em></div><div align="center">(http://www.fjolajensdottir.is/img/asdis.png) </div><br>Carolina (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3761313#msg3761313) rode in the back of her car, idly strumming perfectly manicured fingernails onto a glossy, red Prada bag in her lap. She was excited, but her demeanor would never betray her feelings. She was calm and composed, looking almost bored.<br>"Thank you, Charles," she said and straightened her back as her driver&nbsp; pulled the car to a stop in front of the Waxing Rhapsodic gallery. She waited until he had opened her door and accepted an offered hand as she stepped out of the car, the toes of her red Manolo boots dipping out from under long legs of dark gray slacks. She was wearing a black turtleneck under a jacked in the same shade as the slacks, subtle make-up except for a dark red lipstick and her hair in large smooth waves. A sophisticated silhouette, spiced with the splash of bold red. <br><br>"Let's say an hour," she told the driver and nodded, a somewhat friendly smile stretching her lips as she nodded at the trusted employee. He bowed his head shortly in return. "Madame."<br>The sky was gray and dull, a mist of humidity in the air warning of possible rain later on. Carolina drew a deep breath and walked briskly through the revolving door, her heels making her presence known in a delightful way as they hit the tiles. <br><br>She stopped at the front desk and glanced at the people in the gallery. A well dressed man caught her eye, a little familiar, and the beautiful redhead he was talking to, a young guy who looked rather nervous... But then she turned her attention to the receptionist.&nbsp; "I would like to talk to someone about specific requests for artwork? I understand a Matilda Haraldsen is who I should see?" A slight tingle made her sharp, blue eyes light up as she thought of the possibilities... The pieces she might add to her collection if the artists of this studio were as talented as rumors insisted.&nbsp; She smiled briefly and waited for the girl to answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 16:11:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Emilie8.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Working the Front Desk...</em></span></div><br>When Dorian arrived, she had greeted him brightly in response and from there her job was taken off of her hands as Jarvis strolled off with the introvert photographer. Just as she was about to turn to properly greet Matilda and perhaps chatter the morning away, Shawn walked in, a bit damp from the rain. This resulted in yet another polite little nod and a smile as it was obvious that he had come to see the new girl. <br><br>Lulu had to give the new girl credit, she was certainly turning heads and it was only her second day.<br><br>Busying herself with some idle paperwork for the moment, it was never good to look like she wasn't doing anything...especially when there were others present, she looked up a bit later when Dorian returned. Her eyebrow raised at the fact that he had chosen to relay his message to Tilly - who was obviously further preoccupied, and with a buyer nonetheless - when she herself was perfectly available to do so. Either he felt she was unreliable (the mere thought caused her to bristle somewhat) or he had also taken an interest in the natural redhead.<br><br>Standing a bit to the side, she noted the new model that had walked in for an appointment. His nervous look almost made him seem timid and Lulu wondered if he'd have the confidence to stand in an actual shoot. Looking to the clock, she noted that he'd probably be able to go up soon for that interview he'd been talking about.<br><br>Though before she could inform him of it, an elegant blonde entered the gallery and came straight to the front desk. What she said next caused Lulu to blink a bit in confusion. Apparently Matilda's name was spreading pretty quickly. Well-dressed, the woman's manner screamed 'buyer' to Lulu. "Actually, most people speak to Miss Myobi about specific requests. However, I can relay the message for you if needed? Or if you'd like to speak to her personally that can be arranged as well. Oh, I'm Lulu by the way. Lulu Bennett. I'm usually sitting here but Matilda's recently joined me." A small flourish of her hand showed that the other woman who was currently preoccupied with Mr. Pierce was the Matilda she had originally asked for.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 17:03:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Carolina Cartright-Williams - In the lobby, talking to Lulu</strong></span></span></em></div><div align="center">(http://www.fjolajensdottir.is/img/asdis.png) </div><br>Carolina hesitated, a bit surprised her information was inaccurate, but then she thought of who her source was and chuckled quietly. Her friend had looked around in here the day before and had without doubt decided the pretty redhead was something she would have taste for.&nbsp; She glanced at Matilda and a smile curved her lips, then turned back to Lulu.<br>"I see, I'm sorry... Miss Bennet?" She asked to confirm the name but continued without waiting for an answer. "I think I'd like to meet with Miss Myobi then. Would it be convenient to make an appointment, or should I drop by again? I'd also like to see the gallery now." She smiled again and rolled her shoulder subtly backwards as she glanced around. "The less public one, that is." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 17:04:07</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>Gallery Lobby, Front Desk</strong> - <em>Waiting to talk to Lulu</em></div><br>Paul stepped out into the lobby and made his way forward, his eyes drawn to the spatter of rain against the front doors. The gallery was busy, but that wasn't a surprise, given the time of day; he simply dodged around those perusing the artwork and made his way to the front desk. There, he was surprised to find Lulu with another woman, a curvy redhead, probably from northern Europe by the sound of her voice. Every other time he'd been into the gallery he could only remember one person behind the desk; it was a good thing there were two of them, as the redhead was helping two gentlemen at one end, Lulu was helping a statuesque blond, and a fourth, obviously a male model, was waiting nearby.<br><br>Paul idled slowly up around the edge of the desk, until he was close enough for Lulu to see him, while still remaining a respectful distance away from the woman to which she was talking. He waited until she looked his direction, then smiled patiently. "Whenever you have a free moment, I'm looking for Matilda..." He pulled the envelope from his pocket, and struggled to pronounce the last name. "...Olava Haraldsen?" Something clicked, and he glanced curiously over at the other woman behind the desk, before looking questioningly back at Lulu.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 17:32:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Emilie8.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Helping Carolina and Paul...</em></span></div><br>Flipping through what seemed to be an appointment book, Lulu browsed through today's schedule. It looked like there were several shoots taking place today and..."Hm, it looks like Miss Myobi will be busy with a shoot today. I can make an appointment for you, or if you'd like to leave your information then she'll most likely get in touch?" Her Southern drawl lightly accented her words as she spoke. <br><br>After waiting for her answer and doing so accordingly (making an appointment or taking down the new buyer's information), she repeated it to ensure that everything was correct before closing the book with a satisfied smile. "Oh! Of course. You can find the gallery right behind us. You'll have to walk through the front first, the entrance to the back is a bit discreet but you can't miss it." While the works displayed at the entrance were still beautiful in their own right, there was no mistaking the fact that most people who dropped by Waxing Rhapsodic were more interested in the erotic pieces hidden in the back.<br><br>She had nodded discreetly to Paul a few moments before to show that she'd seen him. Now that she'd helped the new buyer - Miss Carolina Williams if the information she'd taken wasn't misspelled - she turned her attention to him. "Oh, Matilda?" Lulu grinned, picking up on his look from Tilly and back to herself, full lips a bright red accentuated by black lining quirked up at the sides. "I think you've already figured out who she is?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 18:14:55</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andalus;" class="bbc_font">India Mercu - Security<br><br>It was busy she thought as she stood at one side of the reception desk watching what was going on.&nbsp; There was a scattering of new faces among the regular crowd and she watched as Lulu handled them expertly, if she needed India she would shout.&nbsp; India was well known with the old staff and the regulars.&nbsp; She smiled and nodded to those who acknowledged her.&nbsp; But her eyes were sharp, nothing got by her.&nbsp; Her eyes were a dark chocolate color, intense and intelligent.&nbsp; Her hair was short, easy to keep.&nbsp; She wasn't a woman who wanted to spend hours getting herself presentable.&nbsp; As long as she looked smart and tidy that was all that she cared about.<br><br>She had a small ear piece in her right ear, connected to the main security office, but there was seldom any trouble.&nbsp; She wore her favourite black cargo pants and a tight fitting black blouse.&nbsp; She liked to be able to move, besides she had a great shape, why not show it off?&nbsp; She left her position and walked towards the rear of the lobby, standing near the entrance to the gallery and other areas.&nbsp; She watched, waited and smiled.&nbsp; Always polite India was.&nbsp; Just don't piss her off...</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 19:22:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Carolina Cartright-Williams - In the lobby, entering the back-gallery</strong></span></span></em></div><div align="center">(http://www.fjolajensdottir.is/img/asdis.png) </div><br>Carolina nodded, a little irate over not being able to meet anyone about the matter right away but she hadn't really expected that. She was excited to go look at the gallery, though, and after giving Lulu her contact details she followed her directions and entered the room. She was... Not disappointed, to say the least. The pieces were not all to her taste, but many were stunning and she found herself particularly drawn to some. <br><br>She nodded politely at the other people viewing and discussing the work, she assumed, and strolled slowly from one photograph to the next, reveling in each one and allowing the delight to fill her mood. By the time she reached the middle of the gallery, a grin was tugging on the corner of her mouth and her blue eyes smoldering with something far less sophisticated than the image of calm she portrayed.<br><br>"Lovely..." she said quietly to herself and tilted her head when she reached a particularly beautiful piece.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 19:52:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Matilda...behind the desk, speaking to Shawn, Dorian, Paul, Lulu, Carolina and Travis. A bit overwhelmed for her second day.</em><br>(http://i41.tinypic.com/ftzm8n.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Travis seemed to be lost in his own little world, so Tilly decided to let him have his time while she attended to the sudden mass of people that had arrived. Lulu was busy with another man, and then that's when Shawn walked in. Remembering what he was undoubtedly here for left her heart pounding in nervousness. Still, she had agreed to it, and seriously...why was she freaking out about a simple head shot? <br><br><em>"Looking beautiful, this morning, Matilda. Is that all for my request? You've out done yourself, I almost feel flattered."</em><br><br>Resigning herself to calm down, she smiled at the older man and chuckled as he spoke...blushing.<br><br><strong>"I don't know if they plan to do my make-up, hair and clothes, but I tried to look decent just in case they didn't. Thank you very much, Mr. Pierce."</strong><br><br>She was about ready to say more, when Dorian returned and the strangest thing happened.<br><br><em>"Hey Tilly. Would you mind letting Ms. Rivers know that Jarvis and I will be in my studio if she comes down here looking for me? I have a shoot scheduled with her today."</em><br><br>He and Shawn looked at each other, and Tilly frowned. They didn't seem to like each other very much, and she had an odd feeling that she might have something to do with it. Had she done something wrong? The moment where the three of them were silent was very uncomfortable, but Matilda smiled brightly and nodded.<br><br><strong>"Of course, Mr. Silver."</strong><br><br>She left a note on the desk to remind herself, and then smiled at the man with Dorian. Giving him a polite nod, she was surprised when she heard her name yet again.<br><br><em>"I would like to talk to someone about specific requests for artwork? I understand a Matilda Haraldsen is who I should see?" </em><br><br>Tilly looked up and paused briefly to look at the beautiful blonde. Was she a model? She certainly looked like a model, but she was asking about buying artwork. How strange...she must be a buyer, even though she looked like she stepped right out of Vogue. Before she could answer the woman, Lulu took care of it, and Matilda sent her a thankful look as she spoke to the woman. It wasn't that she didn't want to speak to her, but Lulu knew more about what to do, and Matilda was a bit overwhelmed with everyone suddenly asking for her. However, that was about to get worse.<br><br><em>"Whenever you have a free moment, I'm looking for Matilda Olava Haraldsen?" </em><br><br>She cringed at the use of her middle name, and chuckled as Lulu pointed her out...well, kind of. Smiling over at him, she realized that he was an assistant, and from the schedule...Paul was assisting Ms. Myobi. That could only mean...oh dear...they weren't ready for her yet, were they? Sighing, Tilly gave a polite nod to all involved and then spoke to Paul in her Norwegian accent.<br><br><strong>"I'm Matilda Haraldsen...although you can call me Matilda...or Tilly. What do you need?"</strong><br><br>She had a feeling she knew already, but she didn't want to make assumptions. Shawn was here, but she didn't know if he intended to sit in on the shoot or not. The young redhead looked over and saw the beautiful security guard named...India? She really needed to learn the names better. Either way, she smiled and tried to calm her heart. As an actress, she usually enjoyed being the center of attention, but not on the second day of her new job.</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 20:30:55</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>Gallery Lobby, Front Desk</strong> - <em>Talking to Matilda</em></div><br>Paul felt a little bit like he'd walked into something potentially sticky, but it didn't seem like his mess, so he returned Lulu's amused smile. Matilda was obviously occupied with the two gentlemen at the other end of the desk, so Paul was taken a bit off guard when she suddenly turned around to address him directly. He coughed slightly, choking back on the quip he'd been about to fling back at Lulu, and, with one last glance at Lulu he turned to address Matilda. "Hey, I'm Paul Raike, Miss Myobi's assistant today. The studio is ready for your shoot, so..." Paul's stomach rumbled quietly in warning. <em>Don't do it, man! Put it off until after lunch.</em> "...we'll be ready for you right after lunch. Are you familiar with Miss Myobi's main studio? I can either direct you, or you can follow me back up there, if you don't mind waiting around a little bit." He glanced at the man left next to her, and smiled apologetically. "Sorry to interrupt," he said, before turning back towards Matilda, waiting for her response.<br><br>"Oh, by the way, do you prefer 'Matilda', or 'Tilly'?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 20:45:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Matilda...talking to Paul.</em></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">She realized that he hadn't actually spoken to her directly yet, so she grimaced when he looked surprised. Apparently her mind was moving faster than she thought all of the sudden, as she'd heard him and immediately answered without thinking. At his statement, she turned a bit more nervous, but she shook it off quickly. Seriously. She was just being ridiculous...<br><br>Anyway, when he said that it would be ready after lunch, Matilda looked up at the clock and looked surprised.<br><br><strong>"Wow. I didn't know it was that late all of the sudden."</strong><br><br>She wanted to ask about Avarice, but there were a lot of people around, and she sighed...smiling.<br><br><strong>"Alright. I'll be up after lunch...I think I know where it is."</strong><br><br>She wouldn't mind following him, but he seemed to be in a hurry, and Tilly was quite hungry herself. <br><br><strong>"And either is fine, really. Matilda is just a bit unusual nowadays, so I shorten it to Tilly often. Whatever you're more comfortable with."</strong><br><br>She smiled kindly at him and then looked to Lulu.<br><br><strong>"What do you usually do for lunch? Go out, or...what?"</strong><br><br>She smiled back at Shawn and wanted to ask what he was doing for lunch, but after the challenging look between Dorian and him, she didn't want to make things worse. Although it would be fine if he asked her. Either way, she'd heard that there was a fridge on the second floor, and she needed to get her own room set up as well...although that would likely wait until after work. Geez. Her mind was working a mile a minute...she really needed to calm down.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 21:36:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Emilie8.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Amused...</em></span></div><br>Lulu chuckled softly to herself, Tilly was looking a bit...frazzled. Not that she blamed her. The woman was practically doing all the work for the both of them, but she wasn't complaining. If needed she'd jump in to help but it looked like she was doing just fine.<br><br>When asked about lunch, her smile brightened considerably. Man, she loved lunch break! The facilities in the studio were great and there was more than one occasion when she'd used lunch break to sweat it out in the sauna. "Depends on what I'm in the mood for really. There are some nice places around here, but the weather's shitty." A light shrug, "I might just head up and cook something. What about you?" <br><br>Just when it seemed like it couldn't get any busier, someone else walked into the lobby. A young man made his way uncertainly to the front desk, seeming a bit confused by the small crowd, before asking, "Uh, delivery for a Miss My-oh-by?" <br><br>Lulu looked confused for a moment before it clicked and she realized who he was talking about. It was interesting, the different variations of her boss's name she heard. "Oh. Yes, I'll bring it to her." A moment later what looked like take-out was presented to her and she stared dumbly at it for a moment before looking questioningly over at Paul. She'd thought it was another package of film being delivered. Apparently not.<br><br>A flourish of the pen signed the receipt and she paid the delivery boy in cash, tip included. Lulu had learned (through trial and error) to always keep the receipts she 'paid' for to show the boss lady later on. It was always nice when Aline added a small bonus as thanks so Lulu gladly took her deliveries...as long as she remembered to keep the receipt and actually hand it over later on.<br><br>Peeking inside, she saw a varied assortment of sushi staring up at her. "Whoa. Lookin' good, is she throwing a sushi party up there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 22:17:43</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>Gallery Lobby, Front Desk heading to the elevator</strong> - <em>Talking to Lulu, Matilda, and Shawn, before exiting</em></div><br>Paul nodded at her response; somehow he hadn't expected her to come with him immediately, given the way the gentleman standing next to him was looking at her. He pushed that out of mind, however, and instead let his gaze wander around her face and hair thoughtfully as she spoke with Lulu, mentally framing her into the space they'd prepared in the studio, trying to imagine the finished product and what would be necessary to produce it. <em>Think 'perfect'.</em> "Matilda, then," he said seriously, as he came to some sort of conclusion. "It sounds much more elegant, and somehow, I think it fits better." He nodded absentmindedly, eyes half closed in thought, before opening them, and smiling politely. "I'll let Miss Myobi know you'll be up."<br><br>He turned back to Lulu, and again was about to say something; the sound of a man behind him clearing his throat interrupted him; Lulu had the package and had paid before Paul could even react. "Ah," he said dryly, as she proceeded to open the package, "And there is lunch." He gently re-wrapped the box. "Not a party." He picked up the box, as if to leave, then stopped to raise one eyebrow at Lulu. "Although, if it's good, I'd love a companion for a dinner of nigiri." His eyes held on her for a few seconds, before snapping over at Matilda and her suitor-cum-customer. "Or companions." He shrugged slightly, grinned at Lulu, and headed back around the desk back towards the elevator, whistling (http://youtu.be/mkfQ-eSTNOU) a classical piece by Nicola Matteis. He suddenly found himself in an excellent mood, and he wasn't quite sure why. Sure, he'd managed to get in a productive morning, and he thought he'd made a good impression on his boss (enough at least that she'd basically bought him lunch); something, though about Lulu's lively expressions and colorful aspect bolstered a good mood into one that was positively euphoric.<br><br>He found himself looking forward to the afternoon's photo shoot.<br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><em>Paul heads to the Aline Myobi's Office/Studio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84437.msg3776049#msg3776049)</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 23:56:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce - Gallery Main Lobby | Plotting Against Dorian, Speaking with Tilly and Addressing Others Accordinly</strong></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.stormmodels.com/resource/38793.163563.itemlarge.jpg)</div>There was quite a bit of activity, and awfully quickly. Shawn had thought that he had come at a time that was at least slightly not-to-busy but as afternoon quickly came and the rain outside seemed to have stopped, Waxing Rhapsodic grew into a bustling business like it truly was. Lulu being her usual self, a woman who worked security (though Shawn paid little mind) and a buyer who looked like someone Shawn had met somewhere before. However, not every bit of company was enjoyed or ignorable. Someone.... specially annoying caught attentions.<br><br>Dorian Silver, was his name? Names of men who subverted themselves into another man’s business were usually not worth remembering in name. Shawn squinted his eyes slightly after being interrupted so rudely and Shawn would make a point to inform his friend Aline about the disrespect some of her staff had for those who would be putting money forth into her studio; Shawn did not suffer fools, and his temper over this event might have boiled over right there if not for Matilda, herself. Reminding himself Shawn did not own Miss Tilly, he took a light breath and let that moment of irritation slip to the side of his mind... though it would not be forgotten and Aline would be made well aware of how some people acted. .Matilda was not- She was someone who... Dorian, who did he think he was?<br><br>It was only after this that Shawn had the time to speak in reply to Matilda and he did so with a nod and a smile while trying to not show the fact Dorian had very much struck a nerve, “I think your choice in make-up and attire fits perfectly.” It really didn’t matter, though making Matilda think a little better of herself and to flirt as well did not hurt. Who did Matilda’s make-up (if anyone) did not matter at all, her going without would be fine as well... he simply wanted to enjoy the essence she seemed to exude.<br><br>About the time Shawn started to realize it was soon to be lunch for himself, there was a quieter young man looking for Matilda’s attentions; it was obviously, especially by the use of a full name, that this guy was here on matters of business and as he was respectful and excused himself, no harm. “Quite alright,” Shawn gave a nod to the guy... his name did not strike any bells, however. Face, yes, but the name seemed to leave Shawn and with manners such as that and a choice in music which was not horrible, the young man deserved a little recognition. Aline would be made aware of this gentleman as well, but nothing negative would be said- it was best to bring forward a complaint with also a compliment.<br><br>Yes, lunch. Shawn had almost forgotten and his stomach did give off a special notion he was in need of food. The gesture to join the man was not looked on poorly, smiling and accepting the offer but giving that look of “graciously declining.” On his mind, Shawn figured this a perfect moment to get a certain amount of alone time with the girl who’d managed to lose his mind the day before. “I do hope you would join me for lunch,” Shawn stated boldly to Matilda after her exchange with Lulu had finished, “I can get seats in near anyplace. All I need is simply ask.” He stopped, realizing he was flashing his money again... though he doubted Matilda would say no in any fashion, “However I prefer a place where I can eat fully and few a place I need reservations have proportions filled properly.” Of course she’d say yes, who would pass up a free lunch on an empty stomach? “You pick, I pay.” Shawned offered his hand like any gentleman would as he pulled his umbrella from where he had hung it on the counter, “I promise to have you back before curfew.” The last bit was obviously a joke about the photo shoot’s timing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 02:27:51</strong>
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				Issac Therman - <strong>Lobby Area</strong> - <em>Looking for lunch, spots India</em><br><br>Issac spent most of his time working in the storage area since he got off the elevator. His post at the front desk was already filled when he got there, making him feel a bit depressed, but he got over it. He was told later to go work in storage. Glad he was able to do something, he stayed in there for hours, right up until it was time for lunch. Having skipped breakfast, since he woke up late, he was starving. He could already taste the ham sandwich that he had waiting for him in the fridge on the 2nd floor.<br><br>As he was heading to the elevators, though, he noticed India just standing around, looking rather bored. Forgetting his hunger for a bit, he walked up to her, not one to let a person be bored and get away with it. As he approached her, he eyed her a little, noticing the tight clothing she was wearing. It seemed to agree with him.<br><br>"Oh, hey, India," he greeted her, a little familiar with her. "You seemed a bit bored. Care to join me for some lunch?"
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 03:17:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Matilda...talking to Lulu, Paul and accepting Shawn's offer.</em></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Matilda smiled at Paul.<br><br><strong>"Thank you. I'll see you soon."</strong><br><br>At Lulu's explanation, Matilda nodded and was about ready to answer when Shawn asked her to lunch. She didn't like it when he bragged about his wealth and influence, but the thought that he was trying to impress her was flattering. Smiling, she tilted her head and answered in the affirmative.<br><br><strong>"That would be nice, although you don't have to pay."</strong><br><br>She knew that she should...and probably would...end up letting him, but she always felt a bit guilty accepting money, even if she could tell that his suit probably cost more than two month's rent at her apartment. Coming around from the desk, she grabbed her purse and coat, and then waved to Lulu.<br><br><strong>"I'll see you later. Bye!"</strong><br><br>Taking his larger hand, Tilly walked with him to the door and they left.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 04:23:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Emilie8.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Pondering...</em></span></div><br>Lulu's eyebrows raised at the mention of nigiri, though the pointed look Paul shot between herself and Matilda brought a small smirk to her lips and a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. Was he actually <em>flirting</em>? The thought caused a soft chuckle though she didn't dare to think her guess had been right. When was the last time a guy approached her and didn't have black eyeliner etching a morose outline against their eyes? <br><br>She shook her head and waved the thought away. There was just no way.<br><br>Conversation next to her seemed to be coming to a close and it soon became apparent that Tilly had quickly found other plans for lunch. "Have fun!" She waved back with a small wink. That redhead had definitely caught herself something others would envy. <br><br>Now...what to do for lunch? Placing up the sign on the front desk (Out to lunch) she looked around the quickly emptying lobby and saw Isaac conversing with India. Sidling over to the side of the counter, she leaned on the top, chin cradled in the palms of her hands before asking in a break of the conversation, "Hey guys, got anythin' special planned fer lunch?" Her accent always seemed to slip more easily when she wasn't busy helping someone. Perhaps it was just a different level of comfort, or she just didn't pay as much attention when it wasn't needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 04:36:41</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin Alexandros;&nbsp; Showing up for his first official day as a model for WR....</strong><br><br>Ronin Alexandros, wearing a black leather jacket, a black shirt underneath, black pants, and a black leather belt, a black suitcase trailing behind him as he went to the front desk.&nbsp; He had heard about this place at his old college from his professors who knew immediately how much raw potential and talent Ronin possessed.&nbsp; He had after all gone in for this business since the day he was born it seemed.&nbsp; He walked confidently, exuding a quiet strength that told anyone that he wasn't to be fucked with as he ran a hand idly through his black raven hair before it fell to his right hip again.<br><br>Stopping at the desk, Ronin offered a smoldering smile as his brown eyes fell upon the person behind the cherry wood reception desk.&nbsp; if the rumors he heard about this place was true, then he'd have a hell of a fun time here.&nbsp; "Good day, name's Ronin Alexandros, here for my first day as a model.&nbsp; Hopefully my resume was emailed and all that alright. If not, I have it with me, but I'd hate to have to dig it out."&nbsp; He said with some confidence he didn't feel, being nervous since it was his first day after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 04:47:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Emilie8.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Helping Ronin...</em></span></div><br>The conversation was cut short much quicker than she had anticipated. Lulu blinked in surprise when the man clad in black leather entered the lobby stating that he was a new model. "Oh." She responded dumbly for a moment, caught off guard. "Er, hold on, lemme look you up." Returning back to the center of the desk, she sorted through a few files before pulling one up in particular. Ah, Ronin Alexandros.<br><br>"Yup, looks like we got all the paperwork. You don't have anythin' scheduled for today so take your time exploring and gettin' to know the building. Your room's located on tha third floor along with the rest of the models, though rooming is optional." She mentioned this despite noticing the suitcase he'd lugged in behind him. Shuffling around in the drawer for a moment, she eventually procured a card key with 3 - 9 etched in the front. "Here ya go. You're in room 9. If you need anythin' just holler." A jerk of her thumb included herself as well as Isaac and India who were still standing at the side of the desk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 04:57:04</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin Alexandros;&nbsp; Talking to Lulu and getting a room.</strong><br><br>Ronin raised his eyebrows and blinked when he got a good look at Lulu.&nbsp; Crap, she was hot, but he hid his rising desire well enough as he smiled in mild embarrassment.&nbsp; "Thanks, I appreciate it.&nbsp; Sorry to catch you off guard like that."&nbsp; He replied, waiting patiently until she found him in the computer database.&nbsp; Being handed a key, Ronin bowed his head a little in thanks, saying it aloud as well.<br><br>"I owe ya one.&nbsp; I'll take a look around, see what's about this place.&nbsp; Thanks for this and I hope to see you again soon."&nbsp; Ronin said, tucking the key into his back pocket in his pants before picking up his suitcase's handle again, heading to elevators to head to the third floor as she had directed.&nbsp; He'd unpack and then he'd look around, hopefully getting a meal in the process.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Langueduchatte</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 09:04:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Jarvis and Dorian head for the 9th floor. (Lobby, elevator, Dorian’s studio. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84539.0))</span></strong></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The lobby was becoming busy with the toing and froing of what Jarvis could only assume were people that worked at the gallery.&nbsp; He saw the elegantly dressed individual talking at Tilly, and tried to place him.&nbsp; <em>What <strong>is</strong> his name?</em>&nbsp; Jarvis strained to recollect.&nbsp; <em>Lance? No that’s not right. </em>&nbsp; &nbsp;He was vaguely aware him more by his reputation for spleen than anything else.&nbsp; Jarvis tried to recall how he knew him, and whether he should like him, then remembered an acquaintance at his club remarking “you know, Pierce…as in prick…”&nbsp; Jarvis really had no opinion of the man one way or the other.&nbsp; Jarvis’s face twitched into a wry smile as he passed Shawn Albert Pierce. <em>Although, that is a <strong>very</strong> nice suit.&nbsp; I must ask him who his tailor is. </em>&nbsp; He reflected.<br><br>As they crossed the lobby to head for the elevator, Jarvis sensed Dorian prickle.&nbsp; The disadvantage, Jarvis mused, of being so physically expressive.&nbsp; &nbsp;He watched with amusement how Dorian interrupted (yet completely ignored) Pierce to let Tilly know that they were on the way to his studio, and that Courtney should meet them there.&nbsp; The elevator arrived with a subtle <em>ding</em> and both men entered in silence.&nbsp; Jarvis was feeling more comfortable around Dorian.&nbsp; The way he rationalized this was that Dorian probably had no need of words to get his point across, and anyway, why describe with words something that is infinitely more expressive as an image?&nbsp; He had learned that from the quadriptych.&nbsp; Dorian pressed the number 9 on the panel, and they ascended.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 12:12:02</strong>
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				<em><strong>India with Issac, Lulu and the others who drift through</strong></em><br><br>India smiled at Issac and then glanced at her watch, "lunch sounds like a great idea" she said with a chuckle, he was a cute guy, lunch would be fun, it would make a change to join someone." She waved at Tilly and winked, the place was so busy.&nbsp; She was about to answer Lulu when a sexy guy clad in leather walked in.&nbsp; She smirked, he would look good in some of the art, she wondered which genius was going to immortalise him.<br><br>There were buyers making their way through to the lifts and galleries beyond, but so far everything was running smoothly.&nbsp; She looked back Lulu rejoined them, "lunch then, wanna come Lulu? I was thinking 'Indigo's'" She said, mentioning the little bistro that was popular with the studio staff.&nbsp; She gave the woman a smile, she liked Lulu they had often shared a bottle of wine in the past and discussed the latest pieces and models.&nbsp; She would have to see what came from the lot who had arrived this morning.&nbsp; She might purchase some pieces under her assumed identity, no one knew she was one of the main buyers here, she had a nice little fortune tucked away, and she enjoyed the art they produced, everything she bought was done over the phone with a third party standing in for her.&nbsp; She had a loft apartment in town, the art displayed there.&nbsp; No one knew, and that was how India liked it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 14:05:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Andrew Murton Arrives in Lobby looking around[ looking for receptionist/color]</strong></div><br>Andrew looks around the lush surrounds and gazed upon the lovely maiden and a gentleman speaking in the corner.<br>He looks for a bar he needs a scotch. He might be forced to work, some sort of stupid idea of his parents, he could at least get a damn drink.<br><br>There seems to be a load of photos on the walls and the decor seemed very swish. The dark skinned girl looked rather nice, but this place would be full of models and such and he had seen enough of them and frankly hadn't been impressed with them when they opened their mouths to speak. Still there were other compensations working with so many hot horny women. Still Andy made his way too reception a bell on the desk, he rang it and waited for service.<br><br>The dark woman, she looked rather capable of looking after herself, appeared to coming over towards him. This might be someone who could tell him where he needed to go to sign on and get started in whatever mundane inanities he was meant to undertake
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 18:24:11</strong>
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				<em><strong>India, in reception, helping a lost looking lamb</strong></em><br><br>As she chatted to Lulu and Issac she noticed a guy she hadnt seen before.&nbsp; "Excuse me a moment, I need to just make sure he's ok" she said, "I'll be right back, then lunch" she said to them.&nbsp; She made her way towards him, smiling warmly, "hi there, you look lost.&nbsp; Can I help you?" she asked him, gesturing towards the reception desk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 19:07:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Carolina Cartright-Williams - In the back-gallery, entering the lobby</strong></span></span></em></div><br><div align="center">(http://www.fjolajensdottir.is/img/asdis.png) </div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84363.msg3773678#msg3773678">Quote from: Amelia on 14-10-2010, 19:22:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Carolina nodded, a little irate over not being able to meet anyone about the matter right away but she hadn't really expected that. She was excited to go look at the gallery, though, and after giving Lulu her contact details she followed her directions and entered the room. She was... Not disappointed, to say the least. The pieces were not all to her taste, but many were stunning and she found herself particularly drawn to some. <br><br>She nodded politely at the other people viewing and discussing the work, she assumed, and strolled slowly from one photograph to the next, reveling in each one and allowing the delight to fill her mood. By the time she reached the middle of the gallery, a grin was tugging on the corner of her mouth and her blue eyes smoldering with something far less sophisticated than the image of calm she portrayed.<br><br>"Lovely..." she said quietly to herself and tilted her head when she reached a particularly beautiful piece.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Carolina spent some time studying the work of art so professionally arranged in the gallery and admired the over-all look and mood of the place. It had good balance, an enticing mixture of tension and calm with the colors and photographs coming together in a wonderful way. The curator was obviously talented.<br><br>She wandered and looked, went back and forth between a few pieces and then headed back to the lobby. She smiled at the people there, some that had not been there when she arrived, a warmer smile than before. Her back was still straight, though, and posture perfect. She still held the same composed calm as before... Only now the red of her boots, bag and lips was accented by a warm gleam in the blue eyes. <br><br>"You can tell Miss Myobi I'm looking forward to hearing from her," she told Lulu as she approached the pretty receptionist and tilted her head for a second. "Excellent pieces back there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 22:25:18</strong>
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				Issac Therman - <strong>Lobby Area</strong> - <em>Making lunch plans with Lulu and India</em><br><br>Issac had heard Lulu ask if there were any lunch plans, and decided that it would be nice to have another person eating with him. The more the merrier, as they said. He heard India mention Indigo's, and immediately forgot about his ham sandwich in the fridge upstairs. Indigo's was becoming his favorite bistro, as they knew how to cook a steak.<br><br>"Yeah, come join us to Indigo's," he suggested to Lulu. "It'll be fun, being able to enjoy a steak and chat with fellow employees. Going should give us a chance to talk about what we really want to talk about."<br><br>He really had no idea where he was going with that statement; he had a problem of saying what came to mind, without really thinking if it made sense or not. That problem had led him into more than a few awkward situations earlier in life. Still, he was getting a bit better at it, but he still had his moments.<br><br>As India went to go help the lost person, Issac felt both mad and glad the she was doing her job. Mad, because he was starving, and he wanted to eat as soon as he could, but glad, because India showed that she was in fact dedicated to her job. Issac decided to wait for her, standing near Lulu as he did so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 08:31:03</strong>
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				<div align="center">Andrew Looking lost speaks to India&nbsp; and sees Caroline</div><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84363.msg3777494#msg3777494">Quote from: kaz on 15-10-2010, 18:24:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em><strong>India, in reception, helping a lost looking lamb</strong></em><br><br>As she chatted to Lulu and Issac she noticed a guy she hadn't seen before.&nbsp; "Excuse me a moment, I need to just make sure he's OK" she said, "I'll be right back, then lunch" she said to them.&nbsp; She made her way towards him, smiling warmly, "hi there, you look lost.&nbsp; Can I help you?" she asked him, gesturing towards the reception desk.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>She was coming over to him. What now? Was he in the wrong place. He was aware that the woman was some sort of security. He had been hanging around what seemed an eternity she then spoke to him <br><br>"Well Hi to you I am a little lost. I have to report to someone here&nbsp; I have some plans and designs for props for some photos and I am supposed to be working with some woman here. I just don't have the name. I think she has a gallery here. Anyway I am Andrew, Murton most people call me Andy. If I should be somewhere else Miss I would appreciate some directions."<br><br>He saw a couple of people waiting for her and he wasn't going to hold her up and then he saw Carolina Cartright-Williams making her way towards the reception area. He knew her, she was a buyer. She had bought a few of his parents photos. She was attractive, but she wasn't&nbsp; as impressive as the dark beauty who had approached him. She was a beauty and something he was more impressed with,k she didn't seem to flaunt.<br>Caroline might have recognized him, but he wasn't sure, and frankly didn't care
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 12:29:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Carolina Cartright-Williams - In the lobby, leaving the gallery</span></span></em></div><br><div align="center">(http://www.fjolajensdottir.is/img/asdis.png)</div><br>Carolina walked briskly across the lobby floor, her heels clicking loudly on the tile, and flashed a smile at a familiar face before she swept through the revolving door. <em>Andy Murton</em>, she thought and smirked. <em>Daddy making him work?</em> She had been crawling out of the club-scene when he got there so he had not gotten to know her there, but his parents had proven to be a lovely source of artwork. Because of her connection with his parents, she thought of him as the Morton kid, despite being only six or seven years his senior. <br><br>The car waited for her outside, door opened immediately for her, and a minute later she was on her way home. She would come back once Miss Myobi had time to see her, there was no point hanging around the gallery. She'd studied all the pieces of the current show, she knew what she wanted. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine as she thought of the piece she had in mind. She'd been looking for a photograph like that for some time now and what she'd found so far was either too violent or the bondage not done properly so the beauty of it was lost and all that remained was a picture of two people tied together. The Waxing Rhapsodic studios seemed to have enough talent on board to provide her with the beautiful shot she was after. She leaned back and smiled content as her driver brought her through the city towards her house.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 13:46:37</strong>
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				"Its a pleasure to meet you Andrew, I'm India, I'm security and anything else that needs doing" she told him, leading him to the desk, and stepping round behind it.&nbsp; "What's the name of the person you're here to see?" she asked him, smiling warmly at him, her eyes watching the lobby like a hawk.&nbsp; She didnt miss a thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 14:01:16</strong>
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				Turning from watching Caroline waddle off out the door.He turned back to India.<br><br>"An exotic name for someone of such an exotic look. Sorry. I believe the person I need to see is the owner here. Or at least the one who wanted me to work here. I should be on a list somewhere. Here let me check in my pocket I think I have a name here somewhere."<br><br>He fiddled nervously in his pants. It could have looked worse than what it was. He puled out a folded piece of paper. It had the name <em>Kitty Chio</em> on it.<br><br>"Oh I thought it was a shopping list. This is the lady. I think.Do I need a pas to go up to the floors. Oh I don't need to see her for a while yet, and I could kill for a drink and a nibble . Any suggestions on where one might get something of substance in?"<br><br>He handed the note over the desk. His hand brushed against hers and quickly moved it away and looked down. He didn't want her to get the wrong idea. Even though he thought she was quite appealing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 14:11:08</strong>
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				India smiled at him, he was quite nervous and she found that cute.&nbsp; "Kitty, yes, her studio is up on the 4th floor." She smiled gently at him, trying to put him at ease, "you dont need a pass, you can just head on up.&nbsp; I could buzz through but if you have an appointment she will be waiting for you" she explained in her faintly exotic tone.<br><br>"There is a small bistro just round the corner, or theres the lounge and kitchen area here, please help yourself" she said, waving off towards the lounge.&nbsp; "Its quite hectic here most of the time.&nbsp; So are you a model?" she asked him, tilting her head, she liked to know the people she was going to be seeing more of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 14:37:33</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84363.msg3780353#msg3780353">Quote from: kaz on 16-10-2010, 14:11:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">India smiled at him, he was quite nervous and she found that cute.&nbsp; "Kitty, yes, her studio is up on the 4th floor." She smiled gently at him, trying to put him at ease, "you don't need a pass, you can just head on up.&nbsp; I could buzz through but if you have an appointment she will be waiting for you" she explained in her faintly exotic tone.<br><br>"There is a small bistro just round the corner, or theres the lounge and kitchen area here, please help yourself" she said, waving off towards the lounge.&nbsp; "Its quite hectic here most of the time.&nbsp; So are you a model?" she asked him, tilting her head, she liked to know the people she was going to be seeing more of.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Oh fourth floor. Yep That will be fine. The bistro sounds like the idea. I will check that out Model me. not likely. I have held a pose in my time but I tend to like to hold the lens and my equipment. I have been working for my parents studio, doing odd jobs, and I am more an inventor of devices that get used as props for shots. But enough of my guff you seem to have friends waiting. I shall go get a bite I have an hour before I have to see Kitty, so I might just get some eat."<br><br>He looked at the elevator and the entrance to the gallery. He thought it might be worth looking at a few of the pictures on display. He always liked to be early. It was a way to get familiar with the surroundings,and those in it, plus he didn't care his life was his own and he was in no rush.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 15:17:41</strong>
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				India watched him, glanced at Lulu and Issac and then caleld to Andrew, "Andy, why not come and join us.&nbsp; It would be good to get to know you, so many new faces" she said with a warm, welcoming smile.&nbsp; India was a sucker for lost puppies and kittens.&nbsp; Andrew seemed like a nice guy, it would be fun to strike up a conversation with him, and mixing with the others wouldnt hurt.&nbsp; They were all going to be working together after all. 
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				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 15:49:06</strong>
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				<br><br><div align="center">Andrew with India and soon to Meet Issac and Lulu</div><br>He was hoping she would ask him along. The woman was hot, and he like the European and Asian type women. She had a lovely face and the thoughts he was having, well he wasn't going to share them right now.<br><br>"I think that would be lovely. It would be good to get to know people here. I would love to join you. I figure your friends wont mind and the view from here looks great. I have some sketches here I can either take them and show you some of them. or you being security you might lock them away for me." <br><br>He was carry a small Manila folder with his initials on them. He was proud of his Bondage devices and couldn't wait to one day shoot some shots with a model or two demonstrating them. He would be a little hesitant to show them to the pretty lady in front of him. <br><br>"I think locking them up is best."<br><br>By now he had noticed Issac and Lulu waiting in the corridor outside the gallery. He nodded to them and straightened up his hair and tucked in his shirt. He would enjoy a chat and asking what everyone does and are into. This might be a better day than he first thought.
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				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 23:33:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Emilie8.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Heading to Indigo's with company...</em></span></div><br>Things seemed to happen in a rush. First the new model strolled off to the elevator, hopefully finding his way to the third floor and his own respective room. Then the new buyer left a short message on her way out, Lulu jotted down a note to inform Miss Myobi about it after lunch. Next yet <em>another</em> person walked in but thankfully this time India helped him while she was scribbling her reminder to self. <br><br>She took the chance to chat with Isaac while waiting for India to finish up, only to be surprised when she invited the new guy - who was apparently a new staff member - to join them for lunch. She waved politely when India motioned towards herself and Isaac, introducing herself with a short, "Hey! I'm Lulu, nice ta meetcha."<br><br>Getting a better look at him, he seemed alright. Nothing really stood out to her, though his attitude was a strange mixture of awkward politeness and yet at the same time he exuded a cocky sort of aura. It was hard to tell if he was just feigning ignorance of the place or if he was being sarcastic about everything.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 23:55:21</strong>
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				<em><strong>India</strong></em><br><br>India nodded her head, “well I can certainly lock them away for you, or we can take them and have a look.&nbsp; I don't mind” she told him.&nbsp; When he said lock them away she smiled and took the envelope.&nbsp; Pulling out a bunch a keys she selected a small slim one and unlocked a drawer in the desk.&nbsp; She laid the envelope in it and then removed the ear piece and small pack that she unclipped from her jacket, placing them in the drawer with the envelope.&nbsp; She closed the drawer, locking it and then stood, “right then, Andrew, Lulu, Issac, ready&nbsp; I am sure indigo will have a table, she usually has a couple save for us” she said, grabbing a heavy leather coat from the coat rack and stepping to the three people with a smile.<br><br>“Right then, shall we head out?” she asked them, smiling.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 02:51:48</strong>
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				Hellooooo Kitty.....<br><br>"Highway robbery....didn't deserve a tip....who the fuck drives like that...," Kitty Cho grumbled as she walked trough the revolving doors, her portfolio getting stuck...again.&nbsp; Growling her frustration, she tugged on it until it came out, stumbling on her three inch Manolo Blahniks.&nbsp; She instantly righted herself, thankful not to have fallen on her ass.&nbsp; The only thing that could make this day worse is if she didn't manage to make it to her studio before Aline caught her.<br><br>She should have been in days ago, but the seminar had stayed over an extra two days because of a surprise guest of honor.&nbsp; It was worth the layover but she had promised to be here and she was wracked with guilt for breaking her promise.&nbsp; She hoped that maybe Aline was so busy she wouldn't notice.&nbsp; It's not like she didn't try anyway.&nbsp; The plane had been delayed, her luggage was lost and the taxi driver was crazier than normal.&nbsp; She actually was holding onto the door handle, the little man was insane.&nbsp; <br><br>She fixed her short jacket, smoothed down her shorts and spun around to people.&nbsp; She frowned a little, slightly embarrassed, hoping they didn't catch her little spasm in the doorway.&nbsp; The last thing she needed was for her serious photographer rep to die because she acted the fool.&nbsp; Flicking back her hair, she strode forward, heading for the elevators.&nbsp; She waved without looking to India, "I'm here, don't tell Aline.&nbsp; Pretend you never saw me."&nbsp; <br><br>She swept pass, slowing only when she passed someone who caught her eye.&nbsp; Instantly her minds eye came into focus, seeing the lines of his muscles stretched taut as they strained with the ropes tied in intricate knots at four inch intervals that followed.....she shook her head, shutting away her instinct to photograph anything of interest.&nbsp; Right now she needed to concentrate on what exactly she would yell at the airline people.&nbsp; She pressed the up button on the elevator glaring at it and willing the doors to open.&nbsp; She looked over her shoulder at the guy once more, catching how the light played of his blond hair.&nbsp; If she could just...she started to laugh softly, chiding herself.&nbsp; "Really, Kitty...photo ops everywhere." <br><br>She sighed, as she murmurred to herself, waiting the eternity for the elevator to open it's doors.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 03:46:55</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin Alexandros;&nbsp; Heading to Lulu to....</strong><br><br>Ronin spied Lulu surrounded by a lot of people.&nbsp; His natural defenses came up when it came to more than three people at a time, but he had to work with all of these people most likely so better to get to know them now rather than later.&nbsp; Approaching the crowd around the girl that had helped him already, the beginning model tried his best smile as he walked, his hands behind his back and folded neatly at the base of his spine as he approached, still wearing his black leather jacket over the rest of his black outfit.&nbsp; "Hey, seems you have a party planned.&nbsp; Have room for one more?"&nbsp; He asked, holding out his right hand to the group gathered around the receptionist.<br><br>"Name's Ronin Alexandros, pleasure to meet you all.&nbsp; Fresh out of college and my first day here, if you can believe it.&nbsp; Must have been my charming personality."&nbsp; He joked, his eyes lighting up mischievously as he looked to the group before him.&nbsp; "At any rate, it's a pleasure to meet you all."
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				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 04:23:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">Andrew now with Lulu India Issac and two others who have entered</div><br>The place was getting busy now. And the woman who had breezed in looking a little flustered fell before his eyes. She was wearing very little and wearing it well. Her eyes seemed to be removing his clothes. He gave her a mile. She knew the others, and it was apparently quickly to him that she was Kitty Cho .<br><br>"I' am starving guys. nice to met you Issac." He shook his hand "And Miss Lulu. I believe I am suppose to meet this Aline at some stage today, but I wanted to catch up with Miss Kitty before hand. She looks a little flustered so I will let her settle and take lunch with you Thanks for the invite India."<br><br>He introduced himself to Kitty and explained how he would catch her later. His designs were safely locked away and He wasn't worried.<br><br>"Let's eat." he said Then Ronin made his way to the group.<br><br>"Well it is becoming a party here, all we need is dancing girls. " Andrew joked.<br><br>Everyone seemed to be on the move out of the lobby
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 04:24:58</strong>
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				<em><strong>India and the others, trying to get to lunch</strong></em><br><br>India was about to lead the way out when a very stressed looking Kitty arrived, waved, said she hadnt seen her and then got the lift.&nbsp; She grinned at Andy, "Kitty's here, but let her get sorted, we'll get you up to her when we get back" she said to him with a grin.&nbsp; Kitty was a love but at times.....India chuckled, photographers and models...all pains in the arse but it kept her in work.&nbsp; And gave her the chance to be surrounded by the wonderful art work she loved.&nbsp; She wanted to see what latest pieces were around, she wanted a new piece, there was a space in the hallway that needed something.&nbsp; She would look, maybe something would catch 'Delta's' eye.<br><br>As they finally looked like they were heading out another guy rushed in, India grinend at him, and shrugged, "sure the more the merrier" she told him, "I'm India, this is Lulu, Issac, Andrew." She said, "we're heading to Indigos." With that she lead them out, walking the short distance to the trendy and popular Indigos.<br><br>(Moving to HERE (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85785.0))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 09:13:41</strong>
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				In the Lobby&nbsp; waiting on the elevator that is taking forever....<br><br>Kitty glared at the doors.&nbsp; The longer she was in the Lobby, the more it was likely that Aline would show up and then she would have to explain herself.&nbsp; She didn't like disappointing Aline but it was so easy.&nbsp; At least that's how it seemed.&nbsp; So with her toe tapping and her arms crossed, she watched the numbers going down and not the man approach her until he was beside her.&nbsp; She had turned to him and smiled even as she wanted to turn to the elevator doors and start kicking them in.&nbsp; <br><br>His name was Andrew and he had some things to show her and other stuff.&nbsp; Kitty barely had a chance to do more than agree to see him later.&nbsp; The doors behind her had chimed open and he was being ushered away to have lunch.&nbsp; She waved as the doors closed making her way to her studio....finally.<br><br>Off to Studio 54 on the 4th floor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85611.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 03:58:57</strong>
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				<strong>Kunoichi - Bringing an end to her day</strong><br><br>Ahhhhh, what a wonderful day off it had been for Kuno!&nbsp; All day science fiction movie marathon, a refreshing shower, a whole day without any real accidents that were strictly her fault...&nbsp; And just now, having seen the posted schedule for tomorrow's photo-shoots, she was getting a chance to model!&nbsp; Admittedly, that meant she wouldn't be helping out in her usual task, that she wasn't going to be assisting Miss Larkin in the shoot, but still, it was a chance to work hard!<br><br>She certainly wasn't any stranger to being a model in the photos taken by some of the various artists here, either.&nbsp; Stepping off the elevator and walking around through the gallery, it was easy enough for her to confirm that much.&nbsp; She only had to look around to find some of the pictures she had been in, and looking them over brought her back to the times those pictures had been taken.&nbsp; Back before things got quite so big, when Miss Myobi had a little more time to indulge in random inspiration...&nbsp; And when her own natural klutziness had been quite a bit more out-of-control.&nbsp; Mixing the two had provided some interesting shots, though most of those had gone into personal photo albums and portfolios, rather than being on display here.<br><br>Of course, that didn't bother Kuno at all.&nbsp; After all, one would only want to display the best pictures in a photo gallery intended to attract customers...&nbsp; Right?<br><br>Ah well.&nbsp; She hadn't come down here to reminisce.&nbsp; Admittedly, it was a rather good way to mentally prepare herself for the rigors of being a model tomorrow, especially with the subject matter that had been asked for, but no, she was actually down in the lobby to take out the trash.&nbsp; It turned out the Second-Floor trash bin hadn't been able to take the addition of a cereal box, two disposable microwaveable containers, and a few plastic drink cups and utensils, so she was taking care of it herself, hoping to avoid making a mess as she brought the full-to-bursting trash bag outside and around the side of the building.<br><br>Assuming there were no interruptions, she would probably make it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 06:55:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">It is now:</span></strong> <br><br><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Day 3 <em>(ends Sat, Nov 13)</em></span><br><br>Day 3 will <strong>end</strong> on <em>Sat, Nov 13</em>!<br>Sun, Nov 14 - Day 4 <strong>begins</strong>! </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 01:38:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Due to the tragic fire...</span></strong> <br><br>Waxing Rhapsodic has moved to another location. Posting from here on out will take place in the new building.<br><br>R.I.P. To the memories made and lost, along with all the beautiful artwork created. <br><br>Here's looking to a brighter tomorrow as those of us left work together to rebuild Waxing Rhapsodic to its former glory.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 03:07:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: pristina;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">Lobby - The Gallery</span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/Lobby_Floor_Blueprint.jpg)</div><br>After the fire, the new gallery is now much smaller but its focus has not shifted. Upon entering Waxing Rhapsodic, one is privy to viewing the many works on display within the gallery. Stepping through the entrance doors, you are greeted warmly by the staff seated within the area of the front desk. Tiled flooring (http://www.californiaconstructioncenter.com/images/floor2_lg.jpg) stretches out before you, soft grays and off-whites swirling their silent welcomes. Pleasant music tinkles softly in the background as the viewer adjusts themselves to the environment. Walls (http://www.allendavidgallery.com/theartdistrict/images/15%20townsend/maine-art-galleries.jpg) - straight, and slanted - line up uniformly for the viewer to enjoy its exhibits. From landscape to portraits, the abstract to the traditional, black and white to swirls of neon colors with questionable names...all can be found within these walls.<br><br>The back of the gallery, as before, is dedicated to the true nature of Waxing Rhapsodic...<br><br>Next to the gallery, a small cafe is situated. Here, staff can more conveniently drop in for a bite of something to eat or a cup of coffee to get through the day. The location is open to the public and is also an easily accessible location for meetings to take place. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenFeather</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 23:23:33</strong>
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				<em>Anastazja Borkowska, finally arriving.</em><br><br>Ana had a huge headache coming off the plane. She had signed up for this modeling thing in New York well over a month ago, though her agent refused to let her do it until she finished her current contract with Juicy Couture was up. Unfortunately, that had lasted far longer than she had anticipated and was therefore arriving late. Thankfully she had called the manager ahead of time and let the studio know she would be arriving late. The woman was the only one that knew her identity as the international model Anna Volkov. Ana sighed and rubbed her temples as she headed for the baggage claim. Her manager had refused to join her in this endeavor and so, she was starting from scratch. The woman smiled as she waited for the claim to come through. It felt like it had when she was first starting out. It had felt good, every accomplishment. Now it just seemed to be the same thing over and over again with nothing new. She hoped that this would help her freshen her life.<br><br>The woman thanked the man as he helped her bag off the baggage belt and helped her flag down the taxi. One thing that her looks and Eastern European accent did that was good even outside of the modeling: people tended to help her out more readily than others. It was a sad world people lived in nowadays. Ana thanked and paid the taxi driver, giving the immigrant a healthy tip since he dropped her off. The woman gingerly went to enter the building, only to find it locked. She had heard that there was a fire and the location was moved. Surely she had the correct address. Did she arrive before anyone, was that it? Ana gulped and bit her bottom lip, a bad nervous habit she had. She didn’t like fitting out of place. The woman looked around on the street, then back to the gallery. What was going on?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 07:01:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br>Returning from the hospital after being caught on the 9th floor during the fire</span></strong></div><br>Dorian was still stiff. He'd spent far more time that he thought he'd needed in that bed, but the doctor insisted. He's been trapped on his floor in the old building when it had gone up. He hadn't been burned too badly, but his lungs had suffered. He hadn't known the building was on fire until he'd woken up unable to breathe. He'd stumbled around his apartment, trying to make a call on his cell to get help. He'd been lucky that the fire was already being put out when he got through because he had blacked out a few seconds after the call had connected. He'd been in intensive care for a week then condemned to bed rest for another three. This was his first day being allowed to walk around without help. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a red turtle neck as usual. This was paired with a fitted black blazer and combat boots. They were new as his own clothes hadn't survived the fire. He was lucky that anything had. Especially his zip drives containing the digital copies of all his portfolios. He was still devastated at the loss of all his books, but he was getting used to that fact. He wasn't getting them back. At least his family had been helpful. They'd bought him new cameras and equipment for his work. They didn't agree with it, but they were his parents. And they'd even paid his hospital bills. Dorian wasn't too badly off now. Financially at least. He'd become even more introverted over the last month. He had barely spoken five words the entire time. At least the new lobby looked nice. Not very different, but nice. There was a woman Dorian didn't know standing there too. He couldn't think of what to do. He wasn't sure he wanted to talk to anyone, but he did need to talk to Aline. She would need to know he was ready to start working again. Dorian's hair was longer now. It fell around his head in thick, wavy masses and made him look like an orange lion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 21:34:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Courtney Rivers - 2nd Floor Room</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/1d93e2a06a95248d666bd58071e1bf8f-1.jpg)</div><br>Courtney stared through the steam baked mirror at the redhead standing behind her; her black panties puffy pierced nipples and pierced nose were such a draw for Courtney's eye.&nbsp; The feel of her skin still on Courtney's fingers, the taste of her body still on her lips.&nbsp; She had been the single anchor in Courtney's life for the past days since the fire at the Studio, and now she was helping Courtney to get settled.&nbsp; Courtney considered that thought for a moment.&nbsp; The roommate Courtney was supposed to have, had not shown in a week or so since Aline had opened the studio.&nbsp; Courtney saw no reason not to take advantage of the privacy.&nbsp; Wiping the cool wet water from her face, Courtney dropped the towel to her side and turned to look at the tigress of a woman standing in front of her.&nbsp; "I should walk you out baby."&nbsp; She said with a smile that spoke to the hours of intimacy they shared the night before.&nbsp; <br><br>Pulling a pair of skin tight jeans and a short cropped tank top.&nbsp; Her breasts pressing tight against the elastic fabric, her nipples half erect and yearning to be set free pressed into the fabric.&nbsp; Slipping a pair of sneakers onto her feet she led the beautiful redhead out of the room and down the stairs to the Lobby.&nbsp; Courtney smiled as she saw Dorian in the Lobby.&nbsp; She had been worried about him since being caught in the fire at the old studio.&nbsp; There was another woman standing outside the doors, looking distressed.&nbsp; Courtney giggled to herself for a minute as she unlocked the door and escorted her lover out.&nbsp; A soft lingering kiss and a light brush of her hand on the woman's arm signaled the end of the evening.&nbsp; "Good bye love.&nbsp; I'll see you soon."&nbsp; Watching her leave, Courtney turned to the European looking blonde standing outside the door and gave her a smile as she offered the open door to her.&nbsp; "Welcome to Waxing Rhapsodic".<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 05:25:33</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>First day, reunion with the crew...</em></span></div><br>The past few weeks had been more than just a little bit hectic for Aline. Pulling in favors along with a few <em>pleasant</em> reminders to those who owed her a few as well, after days of endless calls and the few threats peppered in she'd managed to nab the current location. <br><br>It certainly wasn't a prime location, nor was the building itself all that impressive. In fact, to be outright blunt, the place had been rather shabby when she first came to take a look...but considering the time and options, this was the best one up for grabs. And so she'd taken it.<br><br>A month had already passed since the incident and she'd been busy the entire time. Using the last of her own funds she'd managed to bring in a decent amount of furniture and the place was livable as well as workable. Dipping into the money saved from the gallery itself she'd decorated the rest of the building, focusing more on the lobby and actual gallery as well as a presentable cafe. From the way they were starting off, she hoped that the cafe would mean extra revenue until they managed to find stable footing for their usual works again.<br><br>In the back of her mind, she hoped silently that there wouldn't be too many complaints about the shared rooms. Everything was shared now. <em>Everything</em>. Hopefully the more pampered of the staff and models would adjust and stay on board, she couldn't afford to lose anyone anymore. Her own room had long been moved into, everything placed neatly in it's own spot. <br><br>At the moment, she was behind the counter in the cafe, scrounging around to produce a cup of much needed caffeine. Hearing activity break the quiet of the empty floor, she made her way to the separating doors and spotted the newcomers. Courtney greeting...who was that again? Claire? No, seemed a bit too fancy...must be Ana then. Ah, and Rukio. <br><br>"Morning everyone." She called out during a lapse in conversation. "Good to see people returning, about time eh?" With a crooked grin, she jerked her chin back towards the cafe area. "I've got coffee brewing if anyone wants any, otherwise feel free to drop your stuff off upstairs."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 07:10:55</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br>Lobby: Seeing Aline and Courtney respectively</span></strong></div><br>Dorian's eyes were drawn as Courtney Rivers strode towards the door with a slender red head on her arm. She'd thrown him a relieved glance. Apparently he'd been missed. This drew a small smile from him as a reassurance. At least, he hoped it hadn't come across as a grimace. He'd been having trouble with other expressions since he'd gotten out of the hospital. His hair fell into his eyes as he looked into nothingness, spacing out as he though. Dorian was one of very few people that could claim to fear next to nothing. Now, however; he seemed more timid and drawn in. As though the fire had burned more than his body. His confidence seemed damaged as well. It was a disconcerting feeling, not having the energy to be his old self. It bothered him. Aline's voice carried him back to reality though. Her offer of coffee fell on extremely welcome ears and he followed her gesture towards the new cafe. He was rather impressed at how she'd managed to obtain the building in such a short amount of time, but this was Aline Myobi. She seemed capable of most anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 21:47:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Courtney Rivers -&nbsp; Explicit Gallery</strong></div><br><em>"I've got coffee brewing if anyone wants any, otherwise feel free to drop your stuff off upstairs."</em><br><br>Courtney waited until the tall skinny blonde entered the building and let the door close behind her.&nbsp; Walking around the blonde woman, Courtney sauntered over to Dorian.&nbsp; A pouty frown grew over her face as she approached, seeing the young photographer looking so withdrawn and decimated from his recovery.&nbsp; Standing in front of him, she ran a finger under his long bangs, pushing them aside so she could look down into his sullen but bright eyes.&nbsp; Her finger trailed down his cheek to his chin and slowly lifted his head up to look up at her.&nbsp; She smiled, leaning in and lightly planting a soft kiss on his cheek.&nbsp; "welcome back Dorian!" she whispered as her eyes lingered on his a moment longer.&nbsp; She slowly turned away, the aromatic draw of the coffee pulled her into the cafe where Aline serving.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good Morning Aline!" She accepted an offered&nbsp; cup of coffee and half sat, half leaned on one of the high bar stools in front of the cafe bar.&nbsp; "Hopefully we'll have a good showing of people.&nbsp; Is Lulu going to be returning?&nbsp; I never got much of a chance to get to know her.&nbsp; There's something about her that is really attractive."&nbsp; She quietly left her comment hanging as she smiled a bit, pulling the cup of coffee to her mouth and sipping the hot steamy liquid.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 23:56:15</strong>
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				The evil day orb was once again in the sky, you know that thing others call the sun. Damned bright thing that, at least that is what Morgan was thinking as he spatula scraped his pale ass out of the back seat of a rather sketchy looking taxi with more interior decorations than a Turkish bazaar. He paid the cabbie for the ride, which at various times had him holding on for grim death inbetween bouts of violent nausea. Never before had he wanted to kiss the sidewalk of the city, surely it was a safer bet than riding in that cab ever again. He silently vowed to walk anywhere he needed to go if he saw that cab idling. He also promised to hide behind something solid, preferably a steel and concrete mix, if he ever saw the cab in motion.<br><br>With a squeal of tires and the braying of several horns, the cab once again lurched out into traffic, creating its own lane to drive in as it motored off. Morgan watch, waiting for the imminent impact and crush of metal, strangely disappointed that there was not a wreck as the cab turned the corner. He turned, looked to the front door of Rhapsodic 2.oh and stepped forward, not yet trusting that he was still alive and not some ghost from an accident he did not remember being part of.<br><br>He passed through the door and looked about, today he was not in rare form, but rather sedate. He was freshly showered, and what is more, the permanent 7 o'clock shadow of a beard that usually decorated his face was not present. Luckily he had made it from the previous location with his credit cards and bank information intact. He was dressed rather calmly is Cassini clothes and even had pants and shoes on. A momentous occasion indeed. He made his way across the floor. Seeing Aline he could not resist the temptation.He headed over towards the small group at the counter, a grin on his face and mischievousness apparent in his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 08:02:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br>Cafe- Getting a cup of wake-up juice</span></strong></div><br>Dorian hadn't even noticed Courtney saunter up to him until her fingers brushed his long hair out of his face. He tried to look slightly startled and pleasantly surprised, but his face couldn't quite manage the pleasant part. He just looked surprised. Her fingers tracing his skin were cool and soft yet firm and her lips against his cheek felt warm and inviting. He managed a weak smile, trying to reassure his friend that he was alright. True, his features refused to react the way he wanted them to just yet, but he was working on it. The promise of coffee had drawn him into the cafe along with Courtney and he took the stool beside her, graciously accepting a steaming mug of the wonderful brew. A long whiff before he took the first sip had always been Dorian's custom. He loved the smell of coffee and now was no acception. He inhaled the bitter, pungent aroma and took a long sip, savoring the hot liquid as it filled him with warmth. He always took his coffee black. It wasn't that he disliked cream or sugar. He simply liked the flavor of coffee alone better.<br>"Thanks Aline."<br>It was the first words he'd spoken all day and his usually soft seductively warm and cold voice was ragged and harsh from disuse. This made him cough to clear his throat and grimace. It probably gave the others the impression that he still wasn't feeling very well.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 15:42:57</strong>
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				<strong>India ~ glad to be back</strong><br><br>It was good to be back.&nbsp; The new gallery was a lot smaller and there we rent so many security personnel, which was fine, it meant India would be busier.&nbsp; Well, that was the theory but she doubted it, she knew the gallery attracted a select clientele and they were a smart bunch.&nbsp; The photographers were another matter, it all depended on how they were feeling, and like most arty types they tended to have moods. Sometimes they were fun to watch, other times it just took a gentle reminder or a look and they went back to their dens...sorry, studios.<br><br>India had been in since the crack of dawn this morning.&nbsp; Everything had to be just right and she had been there to help Aline.&nbsp; The new premises were elegant as you would expect and India loved just wondering around, looking at the artwork displayed.&nbsp; She was on the look out for some new pieces herself, she needed a couple of extra pieces, but there was no rush, she knew what she wanted and would let folks settle back into the swing of things.<br><br>Dorian had arrived, as had Morgan, Courtney was looking as sexy as ever.&nbsp; Aline looked nervous but excited, and India gave her a encouraging smile across the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;Others had arrived, but India didn't know them yet, new faces always took a couple of days to get to know, but she was a quick study.&nbsp; She would soon get to know them all.&nbsp; <br><br>It was good to be back...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 20:42:34</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin Alexandros - Heading in for his second full day of work at WR after the fire.</strong><br><br>While a bit smaller from the previous building, Ronin felt a bit of deja-vu as he walked through the front doors of Waxing Rhapsodic.&nbsp; Seeing a small crowd already gathered about the place, Ronin dragged his black rolling suitcase behind him as he had before the fire a month ago.&nbsp; Getting a good look around, he had to smile at the elegant decor that they had managed to squeeze into this place.&nbsp; Unsure of where to go, he headed to the reception desk, yawning at the early hour but a large part of his being felt quite happy to be here again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 10:03:30</strong>
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				<div align="center">Andrew finds his way to the lobby</div><br>Andrew was carrying the painting and sketches he had saved as well as a few he had done himself.<br>He saw a few faces that looked familiar and was already noticing the little cafe. He went over and ordered a shake and went to Aline and saw India standing&nbsp; to one side. He recognised Morgan and Dorian and others and gave them a smile.<br><br>He handed over the art work to India and his eyes danced over her form. She was going to be busy and he knew that it might be sometime before he could chat properly to her but it was great to see her again. Andrew sat quietly on a chair near the wall he wondered if he would have an office or a job to do. He was keener than ever to get involved in the gallery.<br><br>He noticed the board near the elevator and noticed he was staying on the fourth floor and he would be bunking next to Ronin. He made his way over to Ronin and made himself known to him. He extended his hand to shake Ronin's.<br><br>"Hi I am Andrew Murton I believe we are sharing a floor, I hope you don't mind."<br><br>He gave him a pat on the shoulder for assurance
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 02:17:21</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Mental headcount...</em></span></div><br>Having brewed the coffee, Aline let the pot to the side so everyone could make their own mug of java the way they preferred. As the minutes ticked by it seemed that one by one the Waxing Rhapsodic crew was finding their way to the new location. Spotting Morgan, she corrected herself. <em>Slinking...slinking past the doors definitely fits him better.</em> Her eyes slid from the surprisingly fully clothed man and back to Courtney. "Morning, looks like everyone's getting here sooner or later. Hopefully anyway." <br><br>Taking a thoughtful sip of her latte, she replied with a slight smile. "Oh, Lulu? I think she arrived last night actually, probably hasn't woken up yet. I haven't checked up on her." A nonchalant shrug. The fiery redhead certainly had her own charm and she could see the attraction in the woman. But...maybe someone else would like to check up on her instead? Aline never realized Courtney had noticed Lulu in that way. Then again, it was hard to keep track of all the going-ons that took place within the gallery.<br><br>Dorian was looking a little worse for wear...than usual that is. Ironic compared to the seemingly calm Morgan. "Not a problem, help yourself." Apparently he'd been the only one caught in the fire, though thankfully the firefighters had discovered and delivered him to the hospital quickly. Glancing him over, the man seemed even more withdrawn than ever. She sighed inwardly and wondered if this would affect future jobs in any way. It was always a bit hard to work with a photographer who also happened to be a recluse. <br><br>India seemed pleased to be back, already working her routine as usual. Ronin and Andrew looked like they were already working on that roommate issue, hopefully the two would get along just fine. <em>But it should be interesting. Maybe Andrew will rub off on Ronin and brush off some of that crippling shyness.</em> Her eyes made their way back to Morgan, she just couldn't keep him out of sight for too long without trouble following close behind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 03:30:14</strong>
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				Morgan moved over to the coffee stand with a casual gait, the smile on his face only could speak of trouble. As he neared he fished something out of his camera bag. Something black, lacy, and with highlights of purple. He tossed them at Aline, watching with a smile as they landed across her arm.<br><br>"Hey Aline, found these when I was cleaning out items from the gallery, I remember them from when you wore them during the photo shoot you wanted to do of the Brazilian transgendered wrestlers. How they convinced you to strip down and pose in that shoot I will never understand. Anyways, had em laundered for you." He never broke stride as the garment lay there on Aline's arms, making it to the stairwell as he kept talking.<br><br>The gait was not rushed, but purposeful as he continued talking, his hands moving to draw a cigarette out of the same camera-bag that the garment was once in. "I think I still have a picture of you in the headlock from that one wrestlerd who was in all&nbsp; p-eather and the half cowl come gimp mask that was so enamored by you. Bet you thought I lost that didn't you."<br><br>His voice trailed off as he hit the stairwell, and as soon as he was out of sight he took the stairs two at a time, his soft soled shoes making little sound as he decided to put as much distance between him and the owner as possible. He didn't think she would kill him, but she may break parts that he would find uncomfortable, things like his spleen came to mind.<br><br>He didn't stop until he came to relative safety of his studio, note to self, reinforce the door as soon as possible, Aline had been working out and had a grip of steel, hell, she might be able to punch through steel for all he knew. he entered the studio with the last words of the Casa de Waffle still in his mind. "Drink, fuck and make art." Well, time to get working on the art aspect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenFeather</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 06:47:08</strong>
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				<em>Anastazja Brokowska arriving.</em><br><br>Ana had walked down the sidewalk a short ways before coming back. She did that a few times actually. On one of her returns, the door opened to allow a redhead to exit the studio followed by a dark haired woman. The European was slightly taken aback by the affection shown between the two women, but could obviously tell that it was more than a mere friendship. Ana had learned that Americans weren’t as open in their friendliness as Europeans were, so by deduction, it was more than just friends. The redhead continued leaving while the second woman turned to Ana and smiled, opening the door for her. The European returned the smile and entered the building. “<strong>Thank you, very much,</strong>” she said to the woman, her accent thick.<br><br>Soon, there were multiple other people that she didn’t know entering the building. The only person the woman recognized was Alina, the owner of Waxing Rhapsodic. Naturally, that being the situation, Ana headed for the woman. At the moment, she seemed to be in a conversation with a woman when a man walked up and left. He passed by her while she was headed towards Alina. The European couldn’t help but stop and turn to look at him. There was a certain air around him. Ana shook her head to gather her thoughts and went up to Alina.&nbsp; “<strong>Excuse me, I’m Anastazja. I spoke vith you on the phone the other night. Pleasure to meet you, though I am a bit lost here. I’m sorry.</strong>” Ana kept her smile, more comfortable now when talking to someone she recognized and in a more professional than social manner.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 01:24:44</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin - Meeting Andrew again and finding out he was to share a room with him.</strong><br><br>Turning around, Ronin's face lights up a bit as he shook Andrew's hand.&nbsp; Things seemed to be looking up as he silently listened to the man's statement that they would be rooming together.&nbsp; So long as they got along he didn't see an issue with the arrangement.&nbsp; "It's good to meet you as well Andrew.&nbsp; As far as us rooming together, call me strange but it sounds like this just might be a good thing.&nbsp; I'm optimistic about it."&nbsp; He took the pat on his shoulder with a grin, looking forward to what might come now that WR was back in business.&nbsp; Turning to a new arrival to Waxing Rhapsodic, Ronin's jaw dropped at the sight of Anastasia, unsure if he was dreaming or not.&nbsp; "Pinch me cause I think I just died and went to heaven."&nbsp; He said without realizing it, his young heart picking up its pace at the sight of the model his eyes couldn't draw away from.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 08:40:19</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid, Lobby with the others. FIRST DAY OF WORK not second.</em><br><br>She wasn't sure if she'd rather just crawl back in the bed or not, wanting a cigarette and to get the hell out of dodge, Ingrid shifted her weight from one foot to the other.&nbsp; She hated large crowds and rarely attended parties or the like around the studio.&nbsp; Just the auctions. <br><br>Her mother had called the night before, her cell phone had unfortunately been in her purse and not burned up in the fire.&nbsp; Why the fuck not?&nbsp; She groaned at the memory and had blissfully told her mother where she could stick it.&nbsp; She hadn't needed a mother since she was eleven, even if she'd had one till she was fifteen.&nbsp; She didn't need one now, nor their fucked up and butchered rendition of the past.&nbsp; Memories? Try motion picture events. Based on a true story?&nbsp; Those usually had little truth and a lot of smoke. <br><br>The rest of the previous day she'd spent trying to find things to use as props. She had a whole 'Urban Chic' thing going and they'd see soon what could be salvaged from the old studio. For now the oh so homey dump would work.&nbsp; <br><br>Walking in to the room, getting off the outskirts of the people, she kissed Aline's cheek and looked at the woman, waiting on information. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 11:08:32</strong>
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				<div align="center">Andrew and Ronin looking at the sights</div><br>Andrew laughed a little at the young Ronin's expression as he saw the beauty Ana saunter past. Andrew was a little immune to the charms of such women. He had been around them a great deal in the job and his parents had models coming by so often in his youth. Back then he had a perpetual hard on, he seemed to always be aroused 24/7.&nbsp; He looked at the eyes of the young man next o him and they were almost out of their stalks.<br><br>"She is a beauty there Ronin. You have fine taste. You ought to go over there and chat to her. She is a nice woman. I hear she wont bite, well not unless you ask nicely. You got nothing to lose, besides I am sure she gave you a glance when she walked by; I think her curiosity is peeked. Go on champ go for it." Andrew said encouragingly.<br><br>He gave Ronin a gentle nudge and a wink. The woman was waiting at the counter she was in need of a friendly face and Ronin was the man for the job as far as Andrew was concerned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 23:51:52</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Plotting Morgan's death...</em></span></div><br>As Morgan hurriedly waltzed away and escaped upstairs, Aline was left staring wide-eyed after him. That...didn't just happen. Right? Her mouth open and closed for a minute before she snatched up the lace panties and balled it so it disappeared in her fist. Ooh...someone was going to get it later. <em>I can't believe the first thing he does upon returning is yet another one of these stupid antics! Bastard thinks he's getting off the hook for now? Just wait till I get upstairs...</em> Aline's usual smile was now a tight-lipped line as she silently ranted in her head, thankfully it seemed that everyone else had ignored Morgan's little outburst and continued on as usual. <em>First, I'll make sure he can't get away...Oh those steel-toed boots will probably come in handy. Then I'll make sure he regrets going through my stuff for the last time!</em><br><br>She blinked dumbly at Ana for a moment before realizing that the model was actually speaking to her. "Oh erm, Ana! So great to see that you've made it. I hope you didn't have too hard a time finding us? We're not exactly uhm, in a prime location anymore sadly." Placing her mug on the counter, she reached over to greet Ana while the panties were still clenched in her other hand. "Ah well, everyone's really just arriving so you should be fine. You room is upstairs on the second floor so if you'd like, feel free to head on up and unpack. Kitchen and lounge are on the third floor, groceries need to be bought per person. But if you feel like coffee then the cafe is always here."<br><br>As Ingrid entered and made her way over, Aline's smile widened ever so slightly. It was good to see her again, even if Ingrid looked as if someone had ruffled her feathers. Returning the peck on the cheek with a squeeze of her own, she'd wound her arm around the other woman's waist and motioned to the brewing caffeine. "Need a pick me up?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 07:39:27</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid and Aline, Lobby</em><br><br>People. People. Lots of people. Where was her assistant? Had he stuck around?&nbsp; She remembered how fun it had been to flirt with him in the studio. Maybe she would luck out and manage to share a bunk with him, though one look at Aline made her regret the decision. <br><br>"Need a man. All I can seem to find is a tease in the guise of a gentleman. Fuck Morgan. I expected a one night stand, not grandpa tucking me in."&nbsp; She sighed and stuffed her hands into the pockets of her black jeans, her shoulders rolling forward slightly, causing her breasts to shift. <br><br>"Really wanna kick his ass now.&nbsp; I don't take rejection well and even though he says that's not what it was, it so totally is. He's just too fucking stupid to see it."&nbsp; She sighed, needing something strong and non-alcoholic to drink.&nbsp; "Where's the coffee around there, I can <em>smell</em> it." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrsjaz</strong> on <strong>19-01-2011, 19:18:38</strong>
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				<strong>Claire arriving at the lobby asking for Aline is</strong><br><br>Clare walked up to the gallery bags in her hand, all her nervousness seemed to have at last left her, after all she had gotten used to the idea of starting her new job for a while now, and Aline had contacted her and asked her to start today and she was ready willing and able. The fire a month or so ago delayed her starting, but she was glad that there was no serious injuries, and glad she had not been staying there at the time, it must have been shocking. She walked into the lobby at last, looking around, she got a few glances as she walked up to a couple of men who seemed to be admiring a woman who Claire thought must be a model. <br>“Excuse me for interrupting you.” She smiled at them.<br>“Hello." She looked from one to the other." My name’s Claire, Clare Thompson, do you know Aline by any chance?”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 00:58:58</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin - Trying not to have a heart attack.</strong><br><br>Ronin about swallowed his tongue when Andrew suggested he go talk to the model that had passed them by.&nbsp; He, talk to someone so obviously out of his league?!&nbsp; There was no way he could do that!&nbsp; He turned to Andrew and his face was white as bone at the thought.&nbsp; "No way, I can't do it man."&nbsp; He replied, but he was saved embarrassment as another woman approached them, asking for Aline.&nbsp; "Oh hey, name's Ronin.&nbsp; Um, Aline is right over there."&nbsp; He pointed towards where he had seen her last before turning back to Andrew and sighing heavily as he walked over to Anastasia a few moments later.<br><br><em>What am I doing?!&nbsp; She's going to chew me apart.</em>&nbsp; He thought as he slowly made his way to her, hoping someone stopped him before he made an ass of himself first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 04:40:00</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Old things new again...</div><br>The taxi pulled up to the front of the new site for <em>Waxing Rhapsodic</em>, an accident on 15<sup>th</sup> made getting here on time a fool's errand for Bastiaan.&nbsp; It never seemed to fail, whenever he needed to be somewhere important things popped up and made it an impossibility to the man.&nbsp; <em>Let's hope that I didn't miss too much.<br><br>Paying the cabbie, the Dutchman walked over to the semi-reflective glass window and inspected his appearance.&nbsp; The sharply pressed and starched white shirt with a half-collar stood stark against his warm tan skin and complemented the gray suit well.&nbsp; Straightening his tie, and flicking off a errant piece of thread from the shoulder, Bastiaan opened the door and stepped inside his new place of employment.<br><br>He stopped, just on the inside, and took a long look.&nbsp; <em>Different...different is good though.&nbsp; At least there's a lot of people back, good sign.&nbsp; Very good...</em> he thought to himself as he recognized quiet a few faces from the previous WR.&nbsp; He nodded briefly towards Courtney, Dorian, Ingrid and Aline.&nbsp; “Good to see everyone made it back.&nbsp; Sorry, traffic held me up.&nbsp; How is everything, Aline?”</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 12:02:34</strong>
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				<div align="center">Andrew making his way to the desk and the Ronin an the women</div>[/color]<br><br>The lobby was filling up and Andrew thought he better get his room key and freshen up. Then he spotted the slim attractive Claire. He had seen her before he thought. She was just his type, the ones who look helpless and in need, and who turn out to be tougher than they appear.<br><br>""Aline I believe we have met. I am Andrew Murton. I am bunking with Ronin I believe. Is there a second key to the room. I would like to get cleaned up thanks? Oh and here is the art work and photos I said I would drop off. If you need an assistant or help with something I think i can be some use."<br><br>He turned to Claire and smiled widely.<br><br>"We might have met, but I am Andrew. and did I hear you say your name was Claire Thompson. Any relation to the Thompson of New Jersey? If you would like a hand with your things I am sure I can help you." Andrew said.<br><br>He looked at Ronin. The wopman called Ana seemed to be entranced, yet Ronin still seemed nervous. Andrew felt that if anyone could break his shyness it would be him,and that girl. She might break more than his shyness, and Andrew hoped to get it all on film if he was lucky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrsjaz</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 16:19:55</strong>
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				<strong>Clare Thompson meeting Andrew and Ronin in the lobby </strong> &nbsp;<br><br>Clare had little time to react as one of the guys introduced himself as Ronin and pointed over to another part of the room, by the time Clare looked to where he had pointed and back he had walked off in the direction of the model that they'd had their eyes on before. A brief grin, and her face was back to its normal slightly serious look . Andrew? Andrew?<br>She would have remembered his face she thought, if she had seen him before surely? But for the life of her she could not recall him so she hoped he would not think her rude when he asked her if they’d met before. She looked at him again. “No…er I don’t think so no.” His smile was lovely and it made her relax. “Yes, my name is Clare, but I don't have any relations in New Jersey to my knowledge.”&nbsp; She gave him a big grin when he offered to help with her bags, she looked towards Aline hoping to introduce herself. “ Yes that would be great, as I’m not too sure about the sleeping arrangements I was going to ask Aline”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 17:30:32</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Back in 'managing' mode...</em></span></div><br>Her brow raised at Ingrid's little rant about Morgan but she didn't say anything. She wasn't quite too sure what had happened between them that night, but it had been a month already and she never asked. Aline tended to prefer staying out of the personal life of others unless they openly share their story with her. "Coffee's right here, additives are under the counter." Letting Ingrid pick out her own choice of whether or not she wanted cream, milk, or sugar, Aline did the honors of pouring a steaming mug of the bitter broth before sliding it over to her. She didn't mind listening, but the lobby and cafe were filling up and she wasn't sure if Ingrid wanted to share with just everyone. <br><br>Spotting Bastiaan arrive, she smiled and waved him over, another mug of coffee ready to be sipped waiting on the counter for him. "I'm sure Morgan didn't mean it that way, and if he did I'll kill 'im." The response was short and simple, but to the point. After all, she already had more than enough reasons to want to off the crazy photographer. "But why don't you and Bastiaan just enjoy the coffee for the moment before unpacking upstairs?" Leaning in to whisper for only Ingrid's ears, "And we can kick Morgan's ass together later. How does hanging him nude upside down out his window sound? Guy's probably gonna be so drunk by tonight he won't even realize it was us." A playful grin on her lips, she turned her attention back to the lobby. <br><br>To Andrew, she pointed at the front desk in the lobby. "Key should be in the top left drawer. Take your time moving in, but if you get hungry remember that the food on the 3rd floor isn't on the house. Everyone has to buy their own groceries now." Spotting a woman who looked somewhat lost, after putting two and two together Aline could only guess that the woman was probably Clare Thompson. It was good to see that she, and everyone else, seemed to be getting to know each other. Even Ronin had made his way towards Ana...now <em>that</em> should be interesting to watch...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mrsjaz</strong> on <strong>20-01-2011, 19:45:41</strong>
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				Claire was sure Aline had seen her, but moved closer so she could introduce herself properly. She looked openly, admiring the man Aline was addressing whose name she didn’t catch. <br><br>Aline was with another woman and Claire gave her a quick smile before again excusing&nbsp; herself for interrupting. “Hello&nbsp; Aline, she smiled at her, you look busy so if you don’t mind I’ll see you soon, as I’ve just had an offer of help I can’t refuse.” She glanced at her bags and then at Andrew and invited him to lead the way.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 04:00:14</strong>
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				<div align="center">Andrew helping Claire and saying farewell to Aline</div>[/color]<br><br>Andrew took the keys from the drawer and smiled at the lovely hostess, Aline.<br>He watched Ronin and laughed. That girl was going to him to places he had&nbsp; never thought about. He sort of envied the lad<br><br>"Thank you Ma'am I do hope that we get a good turn out for the gallery. I think this place will be great to be part of. I might just go to the cafe later, i am a little keen to get settled first though. Thanks Aline I am sure we will talk again."<br><br>With that he was over with Claire in a flash and his macho pride was alert. He helped her with the bags and they were a little heavier than he expected.<br><br>"What have you got in here, a body?" He joked.<br><br>He smiled an heard her say she was not related to the Thompson he knew and her eyes seemed to sparkle when he looked at them.<br><br>"Well I am good with faces Claire. I might have seen some of your photos or portraits or something. Because you face is very familiar. Anyway If you are ready lets get you sorted out. Which floor are you on?"<br><br>He liked the look of her, although a little slim for his liking, and she was not the type he went for, but this was meant to be a new phase in his life, so anything was possible.<br><br>In the elevator he tried not to stare at her and found her pert bottom most divine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 08:07:49</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid with Aline and who the fuck ever, like she's paying attention…</em><br><br>She felt a bit ashamed that she was still brooding over that, it was time to move on.&nbsp; Fuck Morgan. Fuck Daniel. Fuck everyone and anyone that didn't bother to talk to her. She tossed her ebony hair over her shoulder and nodded. "Thanks." A slight flush crowned her cheeks as she moved off, cup in hand. She remembered all too well why she'd started doing drugs and fuck was it ever tempting.&nbsp; It just wouldn't solve her problems, but instead would make them worse. <br><br>"He's a crazy fucker, like anyone knows what he means."&nbsp; Three steps, Mister? Three steps toward the door?&nbsp; Three steps away from a straight jacket and blowing spit bubbles with crossed eyes and drool running down her chin, more like. <br><br>"Sounds like a plan," she said, her wardrobe light for now, as she wanted to see what space she had before doing much shopping.&nbsp; If it was anything like she worried about, it would be a fucking debacle. "Can we cover him in honey?" she whispered back conspiratorially. <br><br>"You seen Anthony by chance?" she asked, trying to keep the edge of hope out of her voice.&nbsp; She snorted as Andrew made his way on, snorting as he made his way out.&nbsp; <br><br>"So, Bastiaan… what've you been up to?"&nbsp; Small talk attempt one.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 20:41:12</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Feeling slightly endangered, thanks Morgan...</div><br>“Good morning Aline, Ingrid.”&nbsp; Bastiaan said in his normal calm accented tones.&nbsp; He took a cup of coffee from the counter, blowing gently across he ebony surface of the steaming liquid, he sipped slightly and made a contented sigh as the nipping cold air of the outside was beaten back by the strong ambrosia.&nbsp; “Thank God for coffee...I don't think I'd ever be able to make it through a day without at least one or two mugs of it.”<br><br>Looking to Ingrid, “Just the usual.&nbsp; Speaking with my insurance adjusters, trying to get the mess of the past sorted as best as possible, moving forward with life.&nbsp; Luckily most of what I lost was easily replaced.”&nbsp; Bastiaan grinned slightly, knowing that he had gotten the one thing that couldn't have been replaced out with him.<br><br>&nbsp;“What about yourself?&nbsp; Did you do anything for you over the <em>break</em>?” he asked attempting his own brand of being friendly and responsive to others.&nbsp; His eyes drifted around the gathered people again, watching, and feeling, the mood of the group.&nbsp; Something that the Dutchman was always terrible at was understanding other's moods.&nbsp; He never liked dealing with them, instead keeping things as professional as possible, less complicated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Lobby</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 09:56:02</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Draven-Enters the lobby</div><br>Draven had been away form this place for a while, and in truth he missed it. The 998 cc inline four-cylinder engine on his red ninja sped him to his former place of employment.&nbsp; He had been away for family reasons but now that's all behind hoim. He was ready to work and play again, He thought with a smile. He eased his bike through traffic and slowed to a screeching halt. as his bike slid to a stop right in front of the famous sometimes infamous studio. This entrance reminded him of his last. Draven walked&nbsp; into the main gallery taking it all in not overly looking for anyone in particular. Just looking for familiar faces.&nbsp; He spotted ingrid, Aline The boss lady, and a fellow named Bastion who he vaguely remembered. <br><br>Draven waited patently for someone to notice his presence. He had been gone for a while so who knows whats been going on.
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