Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement
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				Title: <strong>Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 06:39:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: pristina;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">Basement - Events</span></span><br><br>Wide and spacious, the basement of Waxing Rhapsodic is where events are held. <br><br>A stage occupies the wall opposite the entrance to the basement floor. The rest of the 'room' is empty and is rearranged according to the occasion it is being used for.</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 07:04:04</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: blackadder itc;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">Event #1: Halloween Auction</span></span><br><br><sup><strong>(Duration: Oct 24 ~ Nov 14 aka 1 game day)</strong></sup></div><br>Auctions are nothing out of the ordinary for a gallery such as Waxing Rhapsodic. Besides the unique pieces that they sell, in the spirit of Halloween, this auction in particular will have a more playful edge. Everyone is encouraged to attend in costume, or at least in something that is different from their everyday norm. <br><br>While events such as these help to boost the gallery's reputation, it is also a time for attempting to draw in curious onlookers. It is more than just searching for that perfect photo to hang on the wall, it is also a search for subjects to work into a masterpiece. Some may have come to buy the art presented, and others may have come to eventually make art that will be presented...<br><br><div align="center">*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*</div><br>Seats have been arranged in rows in front of the stage. Tables line the back of the room next to the entrance. The first table holds a stack of cards and small pencils can be found next to it. These cards are to be returned before leaving the auction, placed within the box at the side - voting shall take place anonymously and the winner receives a chance at modeling in their costume for the cover of a magazine, as well as center spread. <br><br>The question upon it is simple: Choose your favorite costume. <br><br>Other tables are lined against the walls at the back of the room. Refreshments have been placed neatly for all to enjoy. <br><br><strong>Note:</strong> Each person is allowed three votes in the poll. Choose your top three favorites. You will <em>not</em> be able to change your vote once you have submitted it so choose wisely! (The poll shall be edited as more people join with costumes so it may be best to wait until players have had a chance to introduce their characters before voting.)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 03:05:25</strong>
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				Yesterday had been interesting with his admission that he had been abused as a child.&nbsp; Still, thankfully Ronin had gotten through lunch and had even managed to make friends on his first day despite making himself a subject of gossip most likely.&nbsp; Even so, the newest member of Waxing Rhapsodic slept peacefully that night after a healthy and full dinner.&nbsp; That morning, two hours in the makeup room, fully exposed to the artists with the paintbrushes had done quite the little number for Ronin per his request.&nbsp; He had grown up on fantasy books, using the library as a defensive mechanism and had come across The Legend of Drizzt series of books.<br><br>He examined the decor, finding it quite amazing that this place was so wonderful.&nbsp; Walking to a table, the 'Drow' raised his eyes and sat down, wondering who was going to come down here next as he ran a hand through his silver gray temporary colored hair.&nbsp; He felt a little odd, covered on onyx colored body paint from head to toe, but he had seen their awesome work and was quite impressed by what they had done.&nbsp; Ronin hadn't seen his former self in the mirror.&nbsp; He did have to give WR preps for doing the impossible.<br><br>(http://images.cosplay.com/photos/16/1653634.jpg)
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 04:10:01</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1036.photobucket.com/albums/a444/colette_93/th_05-16.png) (http://img144.imageshack.us/img144/9536/jessica09km3.jpg)<br><em>Matilda...arriving in the basement as Jessica Rabbit.</em></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Yes, Matilda was here to help with the auction as an employee...but that didn't mean that she couldn't have fun while she was at it. Besides, she'd begun to warm up to the staff and customers of Waxing Rhapsodic, and therefore more of her personality was coming through. She was still that awkward and naive girl that they had met on first impression, but now she was showing her flirty and more sensual side. She had been known as a tease, and with Shawn showing interest...and possibly Dorian...she wanted to play that up for Halloween. <br><br>For her costume, she'd gone through several possibilities. Ariel, the Little Mermaid? No, she wasn't quite ready to show off her midriff yet...and the fins would make it hard to move around. Poison Ivy? No, she wasn't really into wearing leotards and no pants. Anne of Green Gables? TOO innocent. Elizabeth I? No. Where could she find that fancy of a costume on such short notice? A non-redhead? No...she hated wigs. That's when it came to her. Jessica Rabbit! She was sexy, but in a more classy way without showing an excessive amount of skin. Plus, she already had the dress...as one of her past plays had required a formal dress, and she had gotten a red sequin number. She had fishnets and red heels, red hair, and she went out to a Halloween store to find purple gloves. Seriously, what had they been thinking pairing red with purple? Still, it was a necessary evil...clashing. It made Matilda shudder.<br><br>When she arrived on time for once, she was in her full costume (http://www.fullhalloween.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/sexy-halloween-costume-ideas-40-hot-girls-dressed-as-jessica-rabbit.jpg) complete with cleavage practically bursting free and a high slit. The original dress hadn't come with that slit, but she had cut it and then sewed up the loose edges last night. Of course, she didn't have a sewing machine, so she'd had to do it by hand...and that caused her to be up until 3 AM. Her hair was straightened and smoothed down into Jessica's signature classic Hollywood wave, and her make-up was seductive and sexy. She wore a pair of pearl earrings, her purple gloves, nude fishnet hose and red high heels. <br><br>As she entered, she quickly made her way down to the basement to prepare. She wore her purse over her shoulder and a pea coat covering the top half of her outfit. She saw Ronin and smiled, not knowing his name yet...but having seen him around. Waving at him, she took off her pea coat and displayed her rather obvious Marilyn Monroe-esque curves before blushing as she realized how she must look. Would people think she was overdoing it? She hoped that some of the other girls would be wearing something a bit more revealing...so she would feel less embarrassed. <br><br>Once she'd put her purse and jacket away, she began setting up for the auction. Since no one else was hear yet, she slipped out of her heels for the moment and simply moved around in her stocking covered feet. Looking up, she met Ronin's eyes as she arranged some chairs.<br><br><strong>"Hi, I don't believe we've met. I'm Matilda...or Tilly."</strong><br><br>She wondered if Shawn would dress up, and what it would be if he did. She also noticed Ronin's costume for the first time, and her eyes widened.<br><br><strong>"Wow. That is a really amazing costume. Did you do that by yourself?"</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 04:21:58</strong>
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				Ronin looked up and about fell out of his seat when he saw a very good looking Jessica Rabbit impersonator.&nbsp; He hadn't been expecting that at all as he stood up fast and bowed respectively at the waist, the 'mithril chainmail' clinking about as he moved, his eyes locking on Matilda's face as he spoke.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, I didn't realize this wasn't done yet.&nbsp; My name is Ronin Alexandros, just call me Ronin.&nbsp; It's nice to meet you."&nbsp; When she commented on the costume, Ronin threw his head back and laughed, full of good cheer as he shook his head.<br><br>"I had to spend two hours this morning in the makeup room, in the buff to do all this.&nbsp; Believe it when I say that being painted with onyx black body paint is something you don't forget."&nbsp; He shivered, still all smiles as he blushed at that particular fresh experience that ran in his head since he mentioned it.&nbsp; "Anyway, no I didn't do all this myself, but I appreciate the thought all the same."
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				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 08:03:14</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>Basement</strong> - <em>Wandering the room</em></div><div class="floatright">(http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b395/jaberwok2005/E%20Games/bhm03-richard-roundtree-e1267623379815.jpg) (http://youtu.be/SWawEndwdM8)</div>Paul felt nervous as the elevator slowed to a stop at the basement level. He'd gotten his "costume" together at the last minute, and he wasn't even sure anyone would recognize who he was supposed to be. He'd found the vintage brown leather jacket in a nearby consignment shop; that was what had given him the idea in the first place. Matching gloves were easy to find, and he owned a black turtleneck already. He didn't have any leather pants, so tight blue jeans were making due. The fake sideburns, mustache, and afro wig had been the hardest parts, but he'd finally managed to find them at a party supply store. He put on his best private detective scowl as the elevator dinged its arrival, and the doors opened.<br><br>He swaggered out, trying to feel the character in his walk, and his attitude, his own personal theme song playing in his head. His eyes scanned the room. Not many people had arrived yet; there was a man in armor of some kind, and Paul nodded a greeting, even as he looked at the woman he was talking to. He almost tripped. <em>Was that Matilda?</em> He shook his head slightly. He wouldn't have even recognized her had he not spent the previous afternoon with her in the photo shoot. He gave her a small smile, and made his way over to check the sound system.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 10:06:53</strong>
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				<strong>Kunoichi - Arriving in the basement, in-costume</strong><br><br>Bellossom (http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&amp;s=view&amp;id=695175).&nbsp; What had started as a fairly simple costume idea, suggested even at first as a joke, had, with a little support and a great deal of work, (several hours a night for the last few weeks, in fact,) finally become reality.&nbsp; The giant flower hair clips had been difficult enough to create, requiring the use of such dangerous items as knives and scissors, as well as things like paint, plastic and cardboard, but the fittings and sewing necessary for the leafy skirt attached to the green leotard, the opening over her abdomen, or the leafy-green gloves covering her hands?&nbsp; Those were complicated enough and involved enough sharp objects that it was a wonder she was still alive.&nbsp; Fortunately, the green sandals had at least been easy to find, requiring nothing more than a trip to the shoe store.<br><br>As for the little plush Bellossom she was carrying to help people figure out what it was she was dressed as?&nbsp; An entire day had been spent going in and out of various toy stores, department stores, and everywhere else that sold such items in search of that particular little touch.&nbsp; All to no avail.&nbsp; That evening, a very tired and footsore Kuno had given in and special-ordered it over the internet.&nbsp; It had arrived in three weeks, after she mistakenly received a Gardevoir, reported the mistake to the seller, and sent the Gardevoir plush toy back.<br><br>Still, she was starting to think that the hassle had been worth it.&nbsp; She really felt the part when she looked herself in the mirror, and the sandals were surprisingly comfortable and easy to move around in.&nbsp; And she'd put in so much work, too!&nbsp; Surely that would show in the voting...&nbsp; Right?<br><br>Well, probably not.&nbsp; But it was fun to dream!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 20:14:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Avarice.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Avarice</strong> - <em>Arriving in costume...</em></span></div><br>As the elevator doors dinged open, the first to step out was Avarice. Suited up in soft leather, cat woman (http://www.bestseller123.com/images/HalloweenCostume/Catwoman_Bad_Kitty_Sexy_Adult_Costume.jpg) sauntered into the room before stopping a moment to glance around briefly without actually seeing anything. Having passed on her latest shoot with Aline, she'd stayed away from the gallery stewing over the magazine shoot she'd missed. How some of the newbies had managed to snag the position while she'd been put to the side just didn't make sense to her. <br><br>A dark scowl crossed her lips as she slumped into the nearest seat, still sulking at the thought. They may have gotten the last magazine spread but she wasn't about to pass up this next chance. Crossing both arms and legs, cat woman seemed to be brooding and planning her next attack instead of lounging nonchalantly. Her fingers itched towards the whip coiled at her side. Yes, even a stage prop could be put to good use from time to time...<br><br>If she had a tail, it'd probably be twitching irritably. Even so, from the looks of it the auction hadn't begun yet. Far from it. Having nothing to do, Avarice's lips settled for a soft pout as she looked around for real this time. Most of them she hadn't properly met yet though there were still a few familiar faces, like the damned seaweed monster. The girl was even more glaringly green than usual, except this time she looked like some sort of plant monster.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 20:41:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/EmilieAutumn.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Arriving to help set up...</em></span></div><br>Lulu hurried out of the elevator after Avarice, managing to actually arrive in the main room before the model in her rush to be 'on time'. When she entered, a quick look around was followed by a huge sigh of relief. The boss lady hadn't arrived yet. "Sweet! I'm early!" Apparently her definition of 'early' basically meant getting to her position before Aline managed to spot her. Seeing that she'd managed to do so, Lulu was back to her usual carefree self. <br><br>While she hadn't arrived in costume perse, she had gone and dressed up for the occasion. It wasn't every day when she could take her favorite dresses out of the closet after all. She'd spent a considerable amount of time on her hair (http://img.listal.com/image/697916/600full-emilie-autumn.jpg), first styling it into twin buns before adding the fake flowers here and there. Besides the hair, everything else was a breeze. The usual makeup along with a cute dress, white tophat (http://rocklifestyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/Emilie_Autumn.jpg) was placed at an angle covering one of her buns. <br><br>Spotting Matilda fixing a few chairs, she waved when their eyes met. "Hey Tilly!" Noticing Ronin, she waved to him as well. "Ronin." Seeing how the both of them were in full costume, she blinked at the armor-clad Ronin, and grinned broadly at the high slit of Matilda's dress. "Dressed to impress, eh?" A playful wink in the redhead's direction, she rapped a knuckle along Ronin's 'armor'. "Nice getup." <br><br>After chatting for a bit, she straightened and surveyed the room. The chairs seemed to be getting in place just fine, though the refreshment table was...just a table at the moment. To Matilda, she jerked her thumb in the direction of the tables, "I'll go stock up, wouldn't want it to get busy here and there's not even any water to drink." With another small wave, she headed back to the entrance, veering off to the side at a small closet and started looking for the drinks. The actual food would probably be delivered later on from upstairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 06:10:49</strong>
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				Ronin turned his attention away from 'Jessica Rabbit', or Tilly as she preferred, and instead focused on a new arrival, a few at that.&nbsp; A man looking like he belonged in a detective show of some sort, a plant girl, Cat Woman that looked ready to attack the first person that crossed her, and then there was Lulu who stopped before him, admiring his costume as he admired her own.&nbsp; He blushed but nodded, feeling quite odd as the only black as onyx stone person around, 'pointed ears' and everything.&nbsp; Standing, he bowed again in respect, trying to act the part though the grace and balance of the person he was trying to portray wasn't something he could quite manage, though he did quite well all the same.&nbsp; "Tis an honor to hear such words from you Lulu.&nbsp; You are quite lovely this morning as well.&nbsp; And now that I have that out of my system, you do look good Lulu."&nbsp; He responded, unable to tear his eyes away from Matilda and now Lulu as well.
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				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 06:46:36</strong>
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				<strong>Kunoichi - Helping Lulu set up the table</strong><br><br>"Ah!&nbsp; I'll go help, too!"&nbsp; Kuno spoke up, overhearing Lulu and her Elegant Autumnal look speak of going to 'stock up' on drinks.&nbsp; Admittedly, the girl's costume looked less like a proper costume, and more like the sort of outfit she would have preferred to wear to work every day, but that wasn't really a bad thing.&nbsp; After all, nobody who hadn't worked with her for a while would notice, which meant that the buyers would be clueless on that front...&nbsp; And really, wasn't part of the fun of Halloween in getting to dress up in ways that you normally wouldn't during the rest of the year?<br><br>Alas, those musings left the poor green-haired girl distracted at a crucial moment.&nbsp; She never even noticed that she was passing right by someone whom she would normally avoid.&nbsp; Catwoman, cat-burglar extraordinaire, was a mere two inches away from her when she tripped, and as she fell, her little Bellossom plush toy went flying.<br><br>Sent soaring by the tripping fall of the one carrying it, the little doll flew through the air, across the mostly-empty basement, over the chairs, towards the stage...&nbsp; And Paul Raike would have his second encounter with accident-prone Kuno, as the plush Pokemon toy pelted into the back of his head and fell to the floor.&nbsp; In roughly the same instant, the green-haired girl hit the floor, as well, but the person nearby was someone considerably less nice.<br><br>Turning around to apologize, the poor girl froze as she saw who it was.&nbsp; A scuffed shoe was extended out into the aisle, casually enough that it could even have been out there on accident, and panning up, she saw that the leg attached to it belonged to...<br><br>"A...&nbsp; A-A..."&nbsp; Avarice!&nbsp; Oh no...&nbsp; "A-ah, s-sorry about that."
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				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 17:52:58</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>Basement</strong> - <em>Talking to Avarice and Kunoichi</em></div><br>Paul had just gotten all of the wires sorted and plugged into their proper places, and was about to turn the system on to test it when something soft hit him in the back of his head. He glanced down, and stared at it in confusion. <em>What the hell is that?</em> he wondered, and picked up the green bulbous plush creature, turning it over several times and examining it for a name. <em>You know,</em> he thought as he studied it, <em>this color of green looks familiar...</em> His head snapped up, and he immediately looked behind him; the last thing he needed was to have actual clothing ripped away, this time in a much more public location. Finding that he wasn't under direct assault, he scanned the room. There was Lulu (or someone dressed up like her), digging into a closet for something; Paul had no idea who she was supposed to be, but her outfit reminded him of the outfits in Gwen Stefani's "What You Waiting For?" video. The lithe woman sitting near the elevator, however, screamed "Catwoman", and Paul let his eyes linger on her outfit for a few seconds. <em>You're still a super hot female, indeed.</em> He was certain he hadn't met her before; given how early she'd arrived, he doubted she was a buyer. He followed her gaze to her feet, where he found the person he'd been looking for -- Kunoichi, spread out on the floor as if she'd taken yet another dive. Paul glanced back at the plushie in his hand. <em>It could have been worse,</em> he mused, grinning and shaking his head in amusement. <em>She could have had a bowl full of cereal and milk.</em> His smile froze, then faded some. <em>Or a hammer.</em> Suddenly it didn't seem quite as funny.<br><br>He stood, and moved over to help Kunoichi up. "Are you ok?" he asked, before nodding and smiling to the mysterious Catwoman. "I don't think we've met. I'm Paul."
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 23:29:40</strong>
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				Kitty comes to the party....<br><br>Kitty was assured by the costume store owner that this outfit (http://sfwsexy.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/morrigan_aensland.jpg) was not going to fall apart on her.&nbsp; Then why did she feel like she was going to fall out of it.&nbsp; It was too late now.&nbsp; If she had waited a moment longer, she would have had to show up as Lady Godiva, the costume pickings were so slim.&nbsp; Sighing inwardly, she stepped out of the elevator and practically had to leap off as one of the wings at her hips nearly got shut in the door.&nbsp; She didn't know why, but seemed as of late she was always getting caught in the doors.&nbsp; Was it Karma?&nbsp; Better not be, she had enough of shit sneaking up behind her and biting her in the ass.<br><br>She saw that the room was filling up, glad she wasn't the first to get here.&nbsp; She had thought of showing up an hour late but then Aline would be all over her.&nbsp; She couldn't help it if she procrastinated.&nbsp; She strode into the room, the wings in her hair wiggling.&nbsp; She hated dressing up but at least her costume was kind of sexy.&nbsp; She just hoped a potential buyer didn't think he was buying art from a crazy woman.&nbsp; She went to go see her photo (http://auroraweblog.karmaos.com/Image/wwwu-blognet/AURORARCHIVESETBDSM/img/zmaitri7.jpg), blown up and on display.&nbsp; Well, she was proud of it and a few minutes preening in front of it couldn't hurt.&nbsp; She used light and imagery, the beauty of the lines and...her heart fluttered as she remembered tying the knots for that one.&nbsp; Her inspiration had been at an all time high.&nbsp; Heck, if they didn't like it for that reason, maybe someone would buy it from seeing her boobs alone.&nbsp; She tried to sneak in an adjustment.&nbsp; It was uncomfortable enough having them hanging out there.&nbsp; She liked her clothes revealing at times but this...this was near nakedness.&nbsp; She had a feeling Aline was going to laugh at her. <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 23:52:40</strong>
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				Seeing Kuno fall before Avarice's feet, Ronin was beside her about the same time Paul did so as well.&nbsp; "You ok?"&nbsp; He asked, standing on her other side as he helped her to her feet at the same time Paul did.&nbsp; He wasn't sure what 'Cat Woman' reaction might be, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be good as he stood by in case her apparent anger that was already on her face boiled over.&nbsp; He wouldn't stand by and let harm come to a colleague if it came to that...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 05:10:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Matilda...talking to Ronin, Paul, Lulu and meeting Avarice and Kitty. Also checking on Kuno.</em></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Tilly smiled at the look she got from Ronin, and blushed beneath his appreciative gaze. When Paul arrived, he seemed shocked as well, and she felt a bit self-conscious of the revealing costume. Still, she figured she'd make the best of it. Grinning a bit flirtatiously, she winked at Paul and looked him up and down. As she'd grown up in Norway, she wasn't always up to date on American pop culture, but she could guess that his had something to do with that. In fact, the only costume she recognized was Catwoman. Everyone else was a mystery. She knew who they were, of course...or, at least, had seen them around...but she didn't know what they were supposed to be. <br><br>Kuno looked cute as a button in some sort of...fairy?...outfit, but she had no idea what the stuffed animal was supposed to be. Although Matilda had only met Lulu two days ago, she somehow felt that this outfit wasn't so much a costume as what she wore daily. Either way, she smiled at the girl, waved at Paul, grinned at Ronin, gave a polite nod to Avarice and then winced as Kuno tripped. Honestly, Tilly was rather clumsy as well, but it seemed that Kuno took that to a whole new level. She was about ready to go and help the girl, but it seemed like she had several helpers already. Smiling sympathetically at the green-haired girl, she sighed and finished putting up the chairs. Nodding as Lulu went off to stock up on refreshments, Tilly started setting some plates and cups around a table after straightening out the table cloth. <br><br>After that, she made sure that the room was overall presentable before walking over to Avarice and looked over at Kitty as well.<br><br><strong>"Hi. I'm Matilda...or Tilly. I'm new, so I'm afraid I don't know you two."</strong><br><br>She smiled sweetly and tried to not feel too exposed in her get-up.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 05:30:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Avarice.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Avarice</strong> - <em>Surrounded by the klutz and the concerned...</em></span></div><br>Still in the middle of her thoughts, Avarice was suddenly jolted out of her musings when a flurry of activity occurred right next to her. First she heard a familiar voice call out helpfully followed by the person in question approaching at a light jog, then said person <em>tripped</em>. This wouldn't have bothered her nearly as much if the other person had just tripped and nothing more, but no. She'd managed to trip <em>and</em> stumble on her shoe.<br><br>Uncrossing her legs and then tucking them to the side and away from the catastrophe, it didn't take much to figure out who exactly had had the accident. There was only one person who was always at the top of everyone's list and the accident prone girl was stuttering up at her just as she'd expected. Noting the scuff on her shoes, <em>her shoes!</em>, a scowl marred her lips as her eyes narrowed down at the green nuisance. Avarice still couldn't quite figure out what she was supposed to be. Some kind of fairy or what?<br><br>Just as she was about to lash out with an angry comment, two of the others present arrived - obviously worried for the fallen assistant. Biting back the unspoken words, Avarice smoothed her expression into a genial smile. Before she could offer to help the girl up the one who introduced himself as Paul had already done so. Paul. Now why did that sound so familiar?<br><br>As Kunoichi stood uncertainly to the side, seemingly about to shrink away and hide in some corner, she reached over absently to straighten one of the 'petals' of her costume. "You really should watch where you're going next time." Her words were chiding and her tone familiar, though there was something icy in her eyes that she reserved for the other woman alone. <br><br>Turning to the other two, she smiled apologetically, as if for Kunoichi's sake. "It seems we haven't. I'm Avarice." She nodded an acknowledgment to Ronin as well. "And you are?"<br><br>While speaking, the redhead she'd spotted before sauntered over and Avarice was starting to see that there'd be some competition for the magazine shoot. Then again, the costume option had been left open...perhaps the others weren't vying for the spot as well? She returned the smile to Matilda though the smile didn't reach her eyes. "Looks like we have plenty of newcomers. I haven't had a chance to meet everyone yet anyway. I'm Avarice, Tilly right?" Blue eyes swept up taking in the Jessica Rabbit costume and when their eyes met there was a spark of a challenge. Or was that hostility? "I'll keep that in mind. Apparently my homework is to remember everyone's names and faces!" She ended with a light joking tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 05:39:33</strong>
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				Ronin breathed a mental sigh of relief as he let Kuno stand on her own two feet before turning to 'Cat Woman' again.&nbsp; He was glad she was alright other than Ronin was figuring out that this was a common occurrence for the flower girl.&nbsp; Still, that shouldn't bug people as much as it seemed to be bugging Avarice, though she hid it well.&nbsp; "My name is Ronin Alexandros.&nbsp; It's a pleasure to meet you Avarice."&nbsp; The name seemed appropriate as he held out one onyx colored hand to the girl before him, feeling suddenly very uncomfortable in his 'armor', both literally and otherwise.&nbsp; She reminded him of his mother...though she hadn't bothered to hide her hostility like Avarice seemed to be doing at the moment.&nbsp; Shaking that disturbing memory away, he hid the pain well enough before turning to Matilda, Paul, and Kuno next.&nbsp; "Anyway, I guess we're all in this costume contest to some degree.&nbsp; This is my first full day here since it was only yesterday I came to town and got accepted into this place.&nbsp; Hopefully I can actually get some work done."&nbsp; He joked, having not been assigned to anyone yet, though his career as a model had only just started.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 06:41:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/6be9da5452d2eab5c4db986880b9f095.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Arriving, final preparations...</em></span></div><br>The early hours of the morning had been whiled away poring over the list of photos that would be selling today. While this wasn't the first auction to be held at Waxing Rhapsodic, it was certainly the first where she had tried to promote attendance with costumes. For a few others there was yet another incentive, that of winning the little 'popularity' contest that she had set up. Models certainly wouldn't pass up the chance of the photo shoot for a magazine...but who knew if it would actually be a model who won?<br><br>With the help of some hair wax, Aline had managed to style her hair into casual waves. A simple red tanktop (http://i709.photobucket.com/albums/ww91/violaerin30/Tingzhi/aDSC_0759.jpg) was paired with a pair of dark blue pants (http://www.darkcornerclothing.com/i/jeans/33310_Gothic_Lace_Up_Corset_Punk_Pants.jpg). Short boots (http://www.chloecom.com/images/Alexander_mcqueen/1/1.jpg) and throwing on a cobwebbed sweater (http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e346/runnickyrun/part%20II/2009%20AUG/cobwebB6.jpg) completed her wardrobe for the day. Finishing off with a few accessories (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/6be9da5452d2eab5c4db986880b9f095.jpg) she briefly wondered what Ingrid would think of her choice of clothing. It was certainly different from her usual look though the usual Aline still shone through. Glancing at herself in the mirror she had to admit that the last minute outfit still looked as if some thought had been put into it...somewhat.<br><br>Her reflection shrugged back at her and promptly split in half as the elevator doors slid open. Upon entering, she noted right away that the handful of people who had already arrived were clustered around in one spot. Looking closer it seemed none of the buyers had arrived as of yet. Slight worry nagged at her upon realizing this but it was still early, and who knew? Sometimes it wasn't a buyer who stepped in to bid.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 07:14:01</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>Basement</strong> - <em>Testing the Microphones</em></div><br>Suddenly, it seemed as if everyone in the basement was there to make sure Kunoichi was ok, and Paul slowly realized that this might not be as rare an occurrence as he might have assumed. 'Catwoman', especially, seemed a little cool in her comments, and Paul wondered what indignity the woman had suffered at Kunoichi's hands to cause such a reaction. Then Tilly walked over, absolutely ravishing in her Jessica Rabbit impersonation, and introduced herself to Catwoman as well, and Avarice introduced herself to Tilly, and Paul could swear the temperature in the basement dropped several degrees. <em>Catty-woman would be more accur-- wait, did she say her name was Avarice?</em> Paul's eyes instantly swung back to the model who'd missed yesterday's shoot, and Aline's comments echoed in his thoughts. Suddenly, he felt he might know exactly what she'd meant.<br><br>He turned to shake hands with Ronin. "Nice to meet you, Ronin. I'm Paul, one of the photography assistants." He glanced back and forth between Avarice and Ronin with an amused smile. "Perhaps at some point we'll get to work together," he said affably, before turning towards Tilly to add, "Well, again." He'd tried to resist making the dig at Avarice's expense, but not very hard. He caught a glimpse of the boss coming out of the elevator. "Ah, and that's my cue to get back to work. It's been an absolute pleasure meeting both of you, Ronin and Avarice. Tilly, could I borrow your voice for the mic check?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>28-10-2010, 22:30:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Draven Blackwood- Entering the Event</span></strong></div><br>Draven didn't really know what he wanted to be. He had a plethora of choices and they all looked good. He narrowed it down to fireman Police officer and Rail Road worker. He settled on the Latter. (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fzq94YVbHHM/Ss-XDNfHUjI/AAAAAAAAjkE/dSA_GW63L_U/s1600/hot_disney_heroes_08.jpg) It was very simple get up, but damn he looked good. At least that's what he thought. Draven made his way onto the elevator and pressing the button for the basement. He had yet to visit the basement and didn't really know what to expect. Conversation could be heard as he exited the elevator and made his way to the entrance of the floor. It seemed that there had been some type of commotion. There was a couple of people there already and they all were conversing in a group. <br><br>Draven spotted avarice first. Her Catwoman outfit sending shivers down his spine, but all thought of her fled his mind the instant he laid his eyes on Jessica Rabbit. His eyes moved up an down the curves of this woman's body. He made a mental note to introduce himself at some point. After all Jessica Rabbit was one of his favorite cartoon characters growing up. Most people can understand why. His eyes unwilling left her for a moment as he spotted something else that made his jaw drop. <br><br>Kunoichi had come dressed up as a Pokemon. Draven knew because his nephew was in love with them and always wanted him to buy the newest deck or the latest game. Draven smiled the girl definitely had guts. Most people would have shied away because they may encounter some ridicule. His eyes continued to survey the room taking in the vampire who seemed at any moment was going to have a wardrobe malfunction. He also added her to the list of people he would have to introduce himself to. He was a guy after all. There was also a knight of some sort or probably an elf from middle earth. He really didn't know <br><br>Draven then decided to make his way Toward Kunoichi. She seemed to shying away from the group, so he made his way over and said "Hi, I'm Draven. I don't believe we've formally met." he said extending his hand. " I love your costume. Very sexy" He continued smiling meaning what he said. He didn't know how but she pulled off her outfit nicely. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 01:09:19</strong>
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				Anthony had taken one more look at himself in the mirror without the mask. How fucking goofy could you look at one time? How impossibly…screw it. He looked bad-fucking-ass. As he didn’t have a design bone in his body, he’d had the suit made for a guilty pleasure Comic Con that was going down a whole month from now. He had the thing sitting in the box for damn near a month already, and made sure that he didn’t change much in terms of weight. He looked at the colors, and part of him shrugged. They weren’t –exactly- right, but if this didn’t cover the spirit of things, he didn’t know what would.<br><br>The green was more leathery, but it all fit together nicely…he wondered if he should even wear it tonight. It was costume optional, right? “Save the shit, man. You knew you’d do this. How long’s it been since you had a little Halloween fun?” After nodding to himself, he put on the ring. When he was sure no one was coming, he broke into his best heroic pose. Bad-fucking-ass. He’d already stowed his normal clothes in the room, so there was nothing else to worry about as he made his way to the Auction.<br><br>While waiting for the elevator, he saw another guy dressed in a suave looking vampire outfit. It was oldschool…going for the classic black tux on white vest and tie, and had a cape that looked like it was worth more than the whole outfit. The red in it…shit these guys weren’t fucking around! Dracula gave him a look, along with a nod “Nice” He said, and Anthony gave him a well meant “you too” before he got on the elevator. Apparently Dracula had a to have a drink first. <br><br>He stepped off the elevator and surveyed the crowd, already liking what he saw. His &nbsp;Green Lantern &nbsp;(http://mimg.ugo.com/200709/2944/greenlantern_johnstewart_cartoon.jpg) was sans mask, as he was going for the John Stewart look, and it took him forever and a day to find the right ring. Understated, with a good solid look, and it ran on a watch battery to make it glow! He had to send his own personal measurements in to get the job done, and it cost him more than it should have, but damn if that meant anything to him now. <br><br>He went to mingle with the others who were there, and appreciated the outfits around, and even gave a smile to Kunoichi as he went by her the commotion she caused. God bless her, he knew she meant well, but her reputation preceded her in a way that made sane people want to step around her like a black cat…just to be sure. From there it was just helping around where needed, and enjoying the occasional bit of non-alcoholic tastiness around. Not a bad shindig at all. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 04:40:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Matilda...speaking to Avarice and going to help Paul.</em></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Tilly might have been more naive than Avarice, but she was still a woman. There was no mistaking the challenging look in the blonde's eyes, and Tilly forced a smile. It wasn't her fault if Avarice was insecure. Matilda wasn't a model, so she had nothing to worry about. She didn't dress up in order to get the magazine thread...she dressed up because she was an actress and used any excuse she could to wear a costume. Either way, she wasn't competing with Avarice...although she wouldn't back down if challenged. Meeting the tan bimbo's blue eyes directly, Tilly made sure to portray that she wouldn't take any crap from the spoiled model. Of course, this was something men couldn't understand. How much emotion and communication a woman could portray with just a silent look was beyond a male's comprehension...usually. They said it out loud, punched it out and then got over it. Women were craftier and more cruel than that. <br><br><strong>"Yes, Tilly. It's nice to meet you Avarice. Maybe someday we can go to lunch or something."</strong><br><br>Of course, women always acted like their enemies were their best friends. It was common. At that, she turned away from the girl and smiled at Aline as she arrived. All the women were gorgeous, and Tilly hoped that she didn't look too out of place. Two more men arrived, and Tilly had to raise an eyebrow. They were both extremely attractive, and the redhead let her blue eyes travel over their bodies and costumes before looking at the equally handsome Paul.<br><br><strong>"Oh, yeah...of course."</strong><br><br>Excusing herself from the small group, she walked with the man to the microphones and waited for direction.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 11:28:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3724861#msg3724861) - Basement Auction | Arriving then Speaking with Aline</strong></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.stormmodels.com/resource/38793.163563.itemlarge.jpg)</div>More and more Shawn found himself walking through the spinning doors of Waxing Rhapsodic and today wasn’t any different. After having such an interesting lunch with Matilda, and sharing a special couple of moments, about Shawn’s particular tastes in art and the radiance Matilda showed; there was a spark in Shawn’s mind. Today was a little different, however, as the gentlemen in his costume found himself more invited than showing up unexpectedly. Words were exchanged about today’s event but less direct and sounded wishful; hard to place but Shawn was here and in attire fitting to a figure he knew was one he could pull off.<br><br>Having worn this particular get-up in the past, getting things wasn’t difficult. The white suit (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guzRqBk2TP8/SwnbKyFC3HI/AAAAAAAAADg/fEehq3cfwSY/s1600/Peter+Stromare+%27Lucifer%27+-+constantine.jpg) was easily hanging up in his closet and simply worn, given a little bit of pull to the folds and showing off a less clean cut appearance than normal. Undoing&nbsp; of the cuffs of his sleeve, flipping and folding his collar so it held up in that oddly particular way, leaving the jacket unbuttoned and placing a clean piece of fabric in his pocket with an embroidered L. Shoes (http://cdn2.overstock.com/images/products/P11178841.jpg), white as his suit with the exception of specially placed black marks and stains. Droplets of implied toxic sludge and oil traced along the shoes and looked as though they had fallen from Shawn’s actual hands; those hands having particular designs to look as if he’d just dipped his hands in tar and this was all tied together with a light marking of red to bring out and show something evil in his eyes (http://www.dreadcentral.com/img/news/may08/7ds2b.jpg). Top it off with his own personal flare, a custom cane (http://www.smkw.com/large/knife/DBSW617.jpg) with handle to appear like it was made from the souls of the damned.<br><br>The Elevator ride was a bit tedious, it was like he’d arrived just as someone else had taken it down so the blasted thing took awhile. In the elevator, Shawn thought to himself if his costume would be up to snuff with the others; going into a den of artists with something made of every day clothes and only a light bit of Halloween make-up. What if Tilly had done something over-the-top and was expecting the same? Why did he care? That girl, like poison on his mind again. Elevator doors open and his eyes shifted slowly about the room, almost like he was trying to play his part; cane moving slowly as he walked gently into the room and stopped just one step beside the entrance.<br><br>Who was there? Aline was easy enough to spot, although her hair seemed different and she seemed rather chipper for someone who’d been told just yesterday that one of her staff, Dorian, had crossed the line. This made Shawn slightly curious, between that and the ball of people Aline was the much better choice so he moved over stood tall. “Hello Aline,” Shawn stated rather loudly to showcase his presence to those within the room though kept it below a show, “I hope my request was not to difficult,” He smiled with a light flirt to his movements, “Doubtful knowing your manner with a camera. Certainly you’ve made my Matilda shine to others the way I see her now.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 16:53:40</strong>
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				India arrived a little late.&nbsp; She wasnt in costume, she wasnt looking to do any modeling, even if she had in the past.&nbsp; She wore a simple outfit (http://imgur.com/Hiv9g.jpg), black leather pants and a little black top.&nbsp; She was here in two ways, one was to have some fun with Andrew and the other was to actually take part in the auction.&nbsp; She was playing two parts today.&nbsp; Delta wanted to see what pieces were being offered tonight and she wanted some new pieces, so her little Asian buyer, a woman called simply Toa was here to place her bids.<br><br>They had worked out a system, if Delta wanted the piece she would make a certain signal, Toa knew how much Delta could afford, she knew what the woman had to spend.&nbsp; India was excited, she loved this things, especially when no one knew she was actually the mysterious Delta.&nbsp; She glanced around for Andrew, wonderign where he was, and then any other buyers who might be in.&nbsp; The thrill of the hunt always made India hot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 19:41:18</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>Basement</strong> - <em>Testing the Microphones with Tilly</em></div><br>Paul walked over to the stage, and checked all of his connections one last time before turning to Tilly. "What was that all about?" he asked in a low voice as he handed Tilly the microphone. He tilted his head slightly back the way they'd come from, and raised a curious eyebrow. He'd definitely sensed a bit of something between the two women, and he was curious as to Tilly's opinion.<br><br>"Just speak normally, while I adjust the levels," he said in a more normal voice. "Pretend you're on stage at the Met." He winked at her, before kneeling to the computer, and turning the system on. The speakers clicked and squealed slightly, and he adjusted the volume all the way down, then nodded at Tilly. "Whenever you're ready."<br><br>As she made noise, Paul adjusted the volume and balance until her voice filled the room without being overwhelming. He then switched everything back off, and stood. "Thank you very much for your help," he said with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 21:03:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Matilda...helping Paul with the microphone and then noticing Shawn.</em></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>She chuckled at Paul's question.<br><br><strong>"Just a friendly exchange between girls. Something only women would understand, I believe. Sort of recognizing a rival?"</strong><br><br>Although she did not intend to think of Avarice as a rival...just someone to watch out for. She did the typical...<br><br><strong>"Test, one two three."</strong><br><br>...in her Norwegian accent, until Paul said he was good. Stepping down from the platform, she smiled and shook her head.<br><br><strong>"It was no trouble."</strong><br><br>From there, she saw that Shawn had entered, and she smiled a bit wider. His costume was simple, but it got the point across, and she liked it. It appeared that he hadn't seen her yet, so she walked over to where he was...making sure to sashay her hips in a very Jessica Rabbit fashion before giving a nod to India in greeting. Reaching Mr. Pierce, she heard the last part and blushed deeply.<br><br><strong>"Oh? And how do you see <em>your</em> Matilda?"</strong><br><br>She raised one auburn eyebrow and waited for his answer. She didn't appreciate being referred to like property, but she wasn't upset. Just amused.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 06:39:10</strong>
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				<strong>Kunoichi - Hyperventilating (And later, talking to Draven)</strong><br><br>After tripping, Kuno quite suddenly found herself the center of attention for a few moments, surrounded by people who were both concerned for her well-being and, if they hadn't already met her, introducing themselvesto Avarice.&nbsp; This was a good thing, because it meant that she didn't have to be alone with that woman and suffer whatever wrath she may have accidentally invoked with that little trip-up, but at the same time...<br><br><em>Oh god, everybody's looking at me...</em>&nbsp; Well, let's just say that years of being made a public spectacle by her accident-prone, klutzy nature left her rather wary of drawing attention to herself.&nbsp; Being in photoshoots every now and then was helping, but when there wasn't a camera involved...&nbsp; <em>Oh no...&nbsp; What do I do, what do I do?!&nbsp; No, no, calm down.&nbsp; Calm down.&nbsp; Take a deep breath...&nbsp; Now, think!</em><br><br>Okay...&nbsp; First things first, when people talked to you, they usually expected an answer.&nbsp; She was being helped up, asked if she was alright, so her answer in this case would be clear.<br><br>"Ah...&nbsp; Th-thank you, everyone.&nbsp; I'm fine."&nbsp; Okay, that was good.&nbsp; And after that, everyone seemed to be losing interest and drifting away, so...&nbsp; "A-anyway, I guess I should get back to work, now."<br><br>Okay, now she just had to walk away, and hope that woman didn't take any more notice of her.&nbsp; Just walk away, help with the food and drinks, help to get things set-<br><br><em>"Hi, I'm Draven.&nbsp; I don't believe we've formally met.&nbsp; I love your costume.&nbsp; Very sexy"</em><br><br>"Ah, uhm...&nbsp; Hello."&nbsp; Well, being caught off guard like that surprised her enough that she forgot to stutter, at least.&nbsp; And looking him over, it seemed as though he wasn't making fun of her at all, either.&nbsp; Just smiling honestly.&nbsp; Perhaps this was another kind and friendly person?&nbsp; Taking one hand off the plush Bellossom doll that had been returned to her, she reached out and shook the hand he was offering her.&nbsp; She found herself blushing as she looked over the rest of his costume, though...&nbsp; "Th-thank you.&nbsp; I.. think yours is really sexy, too.&nbsp; Uhm, I'm Kunoichi.&nbsp; Most people just call me Kuno, though..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 07:29:19</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin Alexandros - Unsure what to do at the moment....</strong><br><br>Seeing that Kuno was ok except for a possible panic attack coming on, the 'Drow' stayed close at hand in case she did decide to take another spill which was looking quite likely as she tried to say she was alright.&nbsp; "No offense, but you look ready to faint."&nbsp; He said as he walked by, feeling like the odd man out as he kept himself close but not so much he was breathing down her neck.&nbsp; He did admire her choice of costume, though he hadn't heard much about Pokemon past the original series way back when, and so didn't know what she was nor did he really care all that much either.&nbsp; Yugioh was more his style more than anything, and the idea of dressing up as the Celtic Guardian had crossed Ronin's mind, but the cape the 'monster' elf wore had stopped him since he couldn't find anything close to match that.<br><br>The tension between Avarice and Tilly had driven Ronin off if he wanted to be honest since it had reminded him too much of his mother (Avarice representing that psychotic bitch,) and Tilly, (representing the hapless social worker that had been assigned to his case.)&nbsp; It brought back too many painful memories, and so he had simply walked away as quietly and quickly as he could before he did anything stupid, but his old fears had been misplaced since nothing had happened, just the ice cold stares were passed and that was it.&nbsp; Breathing a mental sigh of relief, Ronin walked up to the stage, seeing and hearing that Tilly was in the mike check.&nbsp; "Hey, is there anything I can do to help?&nbsp; Kind of feel like a fifth wheel right now."&nbsp; He asked the two people, hoping they'd give him something to keep busy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>30-10-2010, 18:21:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/EmilieAutumn.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Finishing up with refreshments...</em></span></div><br>The events had mostly gone on behind her back though the noise of the commotion was hard to miss. She had turned from her work of going back and forth from the closet to the tables and saw that things seemed to have calmed down. Or made into a big deal. Then again, the lil green tornado seemed to have that bit of charm that drew other people's concern to her.<br><br>Placing the latest box of drinks down, she started taking the bottles out and setting them on the table. Liters of soda, bottles of spring water, a few of those tiny liquor bottles that Lulu found to be oh-so-cute. She paused with a miniature sized Hennessey XO bottle in her hand and smiled at herself. So cute! <br><br>Others were still filing in and the room was steadily filling up, she spotted the boss walk in and blinked in surprise for a moment. The surprise didn't last for long as the elevator doors opened yet again and others in costume followed Aline. The entirety of the auction looked rather...odd to say the least. It was hard to tell the difference between this being a costume party and an official event for the gallery. Having finished placing the drinks and seeing that Matilda had done her end with the plates and utensils, she wondered when the actual food would be arriving. As if on cue, the chrome silver doors slid open yet again though this time a trolley came rolling out.<br><br>"Oh, perfect timing! Over here guys." She motioned for the trolley to the tables and saw with delight that there were trays of not just delicious looking desserts but the usual finger foods as well as bite sized sandwiches. It looked like the refreshment table would soon be stocked up on hor d'oeuvres.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 07:26:21</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>Basement</strong> - <em>Talking with Ronin before heading to the food table</em></div><br>Paul nodded at Tilly's explanation; if it was a rivalry, he was fairly sure it wasn't friendly. However, he accepted that he might not understand it the way she did; after all, she didn't seem concerned in the least, and it was clear she didn't want to talk about it further. He watched her walk away with an exaggerated wiggle in her hips, towards Aline and Shawn, and he couldn't help but feel a small pinch of jealousy. He looked up to find Ronin next to him, and was aware that the man had been talking to him. "I'm sorry, I was a little distracted."<br><br>His mind hit rewind, and he nodded as he realized what Ronin had said. "Well, I'm done here, but Lulu may need help with the food. Let's both head over there and see if she needs any help." Paul grinned as his eyes danced over Lulu's outfit. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it when he'd first seen it, but the look was growing on him. He nodded once more at Ronin, then headed towards the back of the room. "Lulu," he said. "Thought I'd come over to ask if you needed any help. Your outfit looks great, by the way. Very unique."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 11:40:51</strong>
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				<div align="center">Andrew bursts in late as usual bursts in with beaming smile</div><br><br>Andrew had to hurry from his quick drop off at Kitty's, he spotted India and waved hello and quickly placed his costume in for judging.<br>He hoped he hadn't missed the opportunity. There was something about this place, he was late for everything of late. This place had so many distractions, and not only the photographs.<br><br>Andrew gazed around and was knocked out by what he saw. India was looking hot, and wearing little left to imagination. The Jessica&nbsp; Rabbit costume was hot as and well he was trying to not stare. How could he judge the best, with so much on show. He cast his eyes again and then looked in the mirror at his own costume and sighed.<br><br>He had been keen to make a big impression but had, in his eyes barely caused a ripple. Still he was going to enter into the spirit of things and he thought his outfit, revealing as it was, might get him a little more noticed.<br>He loved his costume, he knew women and men liked the cowboy. The great American hero. He sauntered in like John Wayne, chewing on a strain of straw. And winked at the other. There was certainly an array of costumes. He had no chance of winning he thought, but he was glad to come along. He helped himself to the spread laid out and tried to find a spare seat. He figured some one would offer a seat next to them, somewhere.<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Sexy_cowboySmall.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>31-10-2010, 17:47:58</strong>
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				<div align="center">Draven- Talking to Kuno</div><br>Draven smiled at her sudden blushing and stutter which she didn't seem to have a moment ago.&nbsp; It was very cute he thought for the lack of a better word.&nbsp; "Nice to meet you Kuno. It seems every time i see you're hard at work. Did you do the setup for this event" He asked taking a look around at the decorations. It had that Halloween feel especially with the dark photos blown up on the walls. He looked back at kuno taking in her quiet beauty. To his eyes she could have been a model.&nbsp; Her already green hair went well with her costume. She had a natural beauty along her piercing green eyes. Which reflected in the dim light giving her a very mysterious look. <br><br>Draven realized he had been staring a little and tried to quickly rebounded with a question. "Are you a model? You must be. He said to her. "Your to pretty not to be," He said with a flirtatious smile.Draven really hoped she wasn't a little put off by his sudden gawk fest. He mentally relaxed. If he got to worked up about it she would notice, and there was no need to get worked up over a slight mistake. Though it did seemed to Draven that he was a little off his game tonight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 00:48:01</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin - Going with Paul to help set the food up for Lulu.</strong><br><br>The 'Drow' followed Paul to the table that was starting to be laden with food that he hadn't even heard of, let alone seen.&nbsp; Tilly walked away a little before he and Paul did, and Ronin watched her go and stand by Aline and Shawn, wishing it was him over there but he had only just met her so he knew that he'd have to work at any kind of relationship with anyone in WR.&nbsp; "Thanks for letting me tag along, Paul was it?"&nbsp; Ronin said before they stopped at the table and stood before Lulu, smiling warmly as he rested a hand against his side.&nbsp; "WE thought we'd come over here and ask if you needed a hand m'lady Lulu."&nbsp; Ronin emphasized the 'we' part, casting a subtle glare the man's way before turning back to the woman before them.&nbsp; He did have to admit, her outfit was quite delicious looking as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 01:39:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/6be9da5452d2eab5c4db986880b9f095.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Greeting Shawn, starting the auction...</em></span></div><br>All photos in place and stacked in order. <em>Check</em><br><br>Pamphlets of the event with detailed descriptions of each piece being sold, all placed on each seat. <em>Check</em><br><br>Chairs lined in neat rows in front of the stage. <em>Check</em><br><br>Refreshments arrived and easily accessible. A glance back at the entrance and she saw Lulu transferring the newly arrived food onto the table with Paul and Ronin at her side. <em>Check</em><br><br>Before she could continue on to the stage and do a sound check on the microphone, a sudden <em>Hello Aline</em> caused her to stop and turn. Smile in place, she easily greeted the faithful patron with a warm, "Shawn! I'm so glad you could make it!" Though her appearance may have changed for the event, her work ethics obviously had not. Glancing over the usually smartly dressed man, a twinkle of amusement sparked in her eyes. Even with the smudges here and there, there was no doubt that he was still well-dressed and in costume. "You look terrific!"<br><br><em>I hope my request was not too difficult. Doubtful knowing your manner with a camera. Certainly you’ve made my Matilda shine to others the way I see her now.</em><br><br>Her smile turned impish at his compliment and she laughed delightfully. "Oh, you flatter me as usual. If you approve of my work then I feel more assured of myself. Though whether or not she looks as gorgeous as she does now, you'll have to tell me later on." The words were lightly teasing, carefully so. <br><br>As Matilda sashayed over to join them, Aline smiled seeing how close the two were. There was an obvious attraction and it certainly wasn't a bad thing. After all, something to keep the buyers coming was never a bad thing...<br><br>Excusing herself from the two, she continued on her way to the stage when a certain costume caught her eye. Turning to give it a better look she realized that the scantily clad individual was none other than. "Kitty! Where have you been all this time? Didn't you get back yesterday? And you didn't even come to visit me?" The tone was scolding but she finished it with an injured pout before continuing with a playful grin. "My souvenir better be awesome, missy." And continued on to the stage after giving her fellow photographer a quick hug.<br><br>On stage, she checked the time and saw that the clock above the entrance doors stated it was already a little past noon. From her spot at the front of the room, she could see that there was a decent amount of people and all were currently just milling about waiting for the auction to begin. Speaking into the mic, her voice carried easily and evenly across the room. "Ahem, testing?" <em>Mic and sound systems. Check.</em> Pleased to see that the staff had done their part in getting the place ready, she began speaking in earnest. "Welcome to Waxing Rhapsodic's Halloween auction! It's a pleasure to have you all here for our little event and I see that plenty of you have come decked out in&nbsp; impressive costumes." A light spattering of laughter and she continued. "Seeing as you have all been patient with us, the auction will begin in about fifteen minutes. Before then, please take your time near the entrance where refreshments have been placed for everyone."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 03:29:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/EmilieAutumn.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Finishing touches at refreshment table with Paul and Ronin's help...</em></span></div><br>While arranging the food on the table from the cart, Lulu was finding it harder and harder to resist sneaking a bite. Tantalizing desserts were just begging her to spoil her breakfast of fruit and yogurt. Switching things up by placing the hor d'oeuvres didn't help much now that lunch was creeping up. Glancing behind her shoulder, she popped a powdered munchkin past bright red lips when she thought no one was looking. The soft doughnut and powdered sugar caused a victorious smile to break out on her face and she reveled in the sinful sweetness of destroying her healthy eating of the day. <br><br>Just as she was about to sneak another munchkin - this time glazed chocolate - she jumped at her name and turned guilty to spot Paul and Ronin hovering behind her. A bit of powdered sugar had stuck to her lipstick though she had instinctively turned to hide the chocolate glaze behind her back. Seeing that it wasn't Aline bearing down on her about pigging out instead of setting up, she let out an awkward laugh in greeting. "Oh, hey guys." Figuring that the cat was already out of the bag, she popped the hidden munchkin in her mouth with a shrug. Licking her lips, still not quite getting all the sugar off, she put a gloved finger to her lips in the <em>'Shh'</em> motion with a wink towards Aline who was speaking on stage. "Couldn't resist." Was her simple explanation, a grin never leaving her face.<br><br>Turning back to the table, she motioned at the cart which was only about a third empty. "Help would be awesome." She had noted Ronin's emphasis on 'we' and made sure to include him. He seemed uncertain of himself and the awkward slip from yesterday's lunch still lingered in her mind. Chattering lightheartedly, she joked, "Though personally I'd rather help get rid of it all." Dieting obviously wasn't a word in Lulu's vocabulary, though it was hard to tell if she exercised to keep her figure or if it was just god-given. <br><br>At the mention of her outfit, she smiled brightly in response to Paul. "Thanks!" The compliment had definitely made an impression. She might not care much for people's attentions but it was always a nice change to hear something besides hushed whispers of 'weird', 'eccentric', and 'don't grow up like her' behind her back. Looking over Paul's costume, she smirked. "Very fitting...should I call ya detective now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 03:57:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3724861#msg3724861) - Basement Auction | Speaking with Aline a Moment then Flirting with Matilda (Tilly)</strong></div><br>As Matilda did her quick sound check, Shawn shifted his eyes slightly to see her; though he could not see perfectly well who the woman was from so far away. From where Shawn was now, he could see the red hair and a gown that flowed so beautifully down a curved figure. Though the woman was a pleasure to see, the glow of her hair did make the man in his white suit ponder just where Matilda might be.<br><br>Flatterer, indeed. Shawn would be a lier if he did not say he found Aline&nbsp; interesting in some manners. Her art, however, was what most interested him; she did have a way about the camera and having his request, his first request, taken by the studio Waxing’s very own Aline Myobi put a higher price on the piece. Not that price mattered, it was the subject matter which had the point, as with always when it came to Shawn and his workings.<br><br>“I’m sure you have done-” Cut off, Matilda had approached and in an outfit most unusual. To say Shawn was caught by Matilda would be to say he was doing something he didn’t want her to hear. Perhaps the notion of her being his was a bit early but surely that isn’t exactly what he meant. Shawn gave a nod to Aline as she excused herself and then offered his full attentions to the beautiful red head who had approached him. How to play it off? Don’t play it off, play with it. ”I see you at my side, of course,” Shawn offered a bent arm for Matilda to grab and a soft smile, like a gentleman requesting a dance from the lady of the ball, “I must say it seems Aline’s work will be cut out for her when you win the contest, Mrs Rabbit.” A bliss to know the woman he’d seen was the one who’d already caught his eye, twice now she’d done this. “Should I only be lucky enough to witness or be your Roger in return.” Then Shawn decided to play it up, add a little comedy to the show and pull up a giggle from the woman, “But alas,” Slipping his cane under his arm like he’d done the day before then using his other hand to feign a tormented soul, “Lucifer can not know love.”<br><br><em>Lighthearted chuckle.</em><br><br>Aline began to make aware the beginning of the event, to which Shawn lightly laughed when appropriate and offered a small clap as well when he heard everything would begin in a short time, “Shall we get refreshed and then find a place to sit? Perhaps there will be something eye catching and worth a purchase?” The man paused a moment, “Though I’m sure you know I’m more here to see you and share a moment than acquire any artwork.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 15:21:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/6be9da5452d2eab5c4db986880b9f095.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Officially starting the auction...</em></span></div><br>Twenty minutes had passed instead of the said fifteen. Though during that time she had checked over the pieces one last time and the first was sitting on a stand in the middle of the stage. <br><br>When the room had mostly settled down, people seated together with plates and cups in hand, she waited for the chatter to die down to a low murmur. The lights dimmed around the room, leaving the stage brightly lit where the pieces were to be displayed. Aline herself stood in the shadows to the side as well. <br><br>The first piece (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Imagem-2.jpg) displayed a black and white of a woman seated casually in her corset. After giving a brief description of the photo to the audience, she waited a moment to let those gathered better observe before continuing. "We will be starting at $80, are there any takers?" Her eyes surveyed the darkened room before her, waiting to catch a signal for the claiming of the piece...or even the raising of a price perhaps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 03:26:04</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>Basement</strong> - <em>Talking to Lulu before sitting</em></div><br>Paul smiled widely; he hadn't expected anyone to get who he was supposed to be. "You damn right," he said, in his best impersonation of Issac Hayes, before turning to Ronin. "Sorry, I didn't mean to leave you out. Just a little distracted." He smiled and shrugged slightly; he'd seen Ronin's head craning around as well, so he thought the guy would have some idea what he meant. Paul moved over and helped unload the rest of the cart onto the table, surreptitiously sampling as he did so as well; he knew he might have to head out for a ride Sunday afternoon, but it was worth it; somehow, he'd missed lunch. As they finished, he noted the lights dim slightly, to encourage folks to head to a seat. "So, what will this entail?" he whispered to Lulu as he nibbled on some small beef and sausage filled pastry. "How do these things normally go?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 19:44:55</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin helping set the table and trying not to laugh at Lulu's antics.</strong><br><br>Ronin had to hide a smirk as he saw that Lulu was eating as much as the food being set on the table as she was actually putting everything where it belonged.&nbsp; When asked if he wouldn't say a word about it, he chuckled quietly but nodded.&nbsp; "You still have a little bit on your right side there."&nbsp; He teased, a grin apparent on his face as he and Paul helped to finish the task at hand.&nbsp; "You look good by the way, as Paul's already stated."&nbsp; He added in his own way, wondering if anyone would notice if he snuck a snack of his own but he held off for now.&nbsp; It wasn't long after they were done that the auction started, and Ronin was reminded that this place catered to more than just the usual arts as the first picture was shown, and he blushed as he got a good look at the woman in said picture.&nbsp; Still, he knew that it was just the beginning of what this place had in store, and strangely enough he was looking forward to what came next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 00:43:11</strong>
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				When the start of the auction came, Anthony retreated towards the back and helped make sure that the small tasks, a pointed direction here, or discarded trash there, was taken care of. He liked to hover when like this, and not be tied down to any specific task. He was getting a kick out of all the costumes so far, and though he hadn’t put the one he had on in the contest, he hoped he at least put on a good show.<br><br>There was an auctioneer holding an empty plate, and he asked if they would like him to take care of it. Everyone wants to feel important, and people who feel important spend like they’re important. It was his small way of making this as much of a success as possible. He’d stole a glance at the first piece of for auction and grinned. Absolutely delectable and the black and white was most certainly his style. <em>’Eighty bucks, huh…? Now, now…we don’t even have a place to put it!’</em> he thought as he surveyed the area. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 02:00:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/EmilieAutumn.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Seated in the back row...</em></span></div><br>When the lights dimmed and the crowd started filing into the seats instead of milling about the refreshment table, Lulu grabbed a plate of her own and starting placing all the foods that appealed to her onto it. It was practically a wonder how she still fit in the dress, the corset waist made it seem like eating freely would be uncomfortable. Once she was satisfied that she'd taken her share, she made her way to the last row of seats for the auction.<br><br>Seated so that she was still easily in reach if anything was needed, but also out of the way. And what better way to waste the next few hours than by snacking away? Motioning to Paul and Ronin, she noticed that Green Lantern seemed to have been busying himself with helping out as well. She waved an invitation to him when she managed to catch his eye. Why stand when you can sit? She wasn't quite sure if he was another of the Staff or perhaps a model even, though frankly speaking any one of the persons working in Waxing Rhapsodic could have easily passed for a model.<br><br>A soft blush colored her cheeks when Ronin pointed out the remainder of the confectioners' sugar on her face, and she wiped it off glad that the dim lighting hid her embarrassment. It seemed like she was getting caught with food on her face quite often lately. An added "Thanks." to his comment on her clothing was accompanied with a bright flash of teeth.<br><br>To Paul, she whispered softly so as not to disturb the auction. "Usually they just have a few pictures lined up and they'll put em up one at a time. Some people bid, others just come to watch and enjoy the show or mooch off the gallery." Placing her plate on her lap, she picked up the pamphlet that had been placed on each seat and started flipping through it. "The regular buyers always show up for auctions but sometimes the rest of us staff bid too. I always try to save up, just in case something catches my eye. Better chances of buying somethin' amazin' for a cheaper price at auctions. Once it's up in the gallery the price practically doubles if not more." <br><br>The pages stopped flipping on the eight page and Lulu stopped to better examine the piece (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/Counterbalance_by_mastertouch.jpg). It was hard to see details in the dim lighting and small color photo but it had certainly caught her attention. "Whatdya think? Is this a winner?" She held the page open so that both Paul and Ronin could lean in to peer at it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 04:43:55</strong>
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				<em><strong>Renard (http://i779.photobucket.com/albums/yy71/markuslovegrove/gaspard5.png) - Arriving at the Auction</strong></em><br><br><br>The task of cultivating the best artwork known to man was not something easily accomplished; it called for a great deal of ground to be covered, places visited, and wheels greased. It took a great deal of smooth words drifting off a silver tongue to get invited to all the right places, even when you had a great amount of wealth at your back. Renard had shook so many hands of late, and entertained many fool hearted ideas of grandeur that he could no longer differentiate between the many socialite assholes that surrounded him on a daily basis. There was no appreciation for the raw art amongst them; they lacked passion for the lustful sensations that were present beneath the paint, pastels and clay that formed every piece of work that he sought.<br><br>"This better prove promising," he said to aloud to no one in particular, as he looked over the formal invitation he had received from the art studio. The name echoed in his mind, it seemed vaguely familiar yet he was unable to properly place it. Perhaps it had come up during coffee with one of the experts he had consulted before prowling the galleries and museums for unique pieces to add to his collection. After reminding his driver to park close by, just in case the auction showed no promise, he adjusted his expensive, custom tailored, Armani suit. It formed to his fit body perfectly, giving him the graceful appearance that suited his mysterious allure.<br><br>The invitation had called for costumes, so he opted to adorn a simplistic, but classical outfit that served as a representation of his tastes. He wore a tall top hat, and his face was masked by a silver and black Venetian mask that was from his personal collection. The ensemble was completed by the walking stick he carried, fashioned from blackthorn that tapered off at the custom silver head that was shaped to resemble the head of Zeus. A part of him was alive with the excitement of a new and bold evening, one that would hopefully be spent among kindred spirits that could ignite the passion that was desperate to flare.<br><br>Renard ushered his way into the basement, putting pause to step as he took in the vibrancy of the room and the many colourful and flashy costumes that were on display; he licked his lips and smiled with a hedonistic hunger. There was no waitresses or servers to be seen, he was slightly surprised that they had merely set up a refreshment table; regardless, he moved over and mixed himself a drink. They failed to provide his particular brand of scotch, so instead he mixed himself a potent martini before moving through the crowd to mingle and admire the costumes that were being voted on.<br><br>As Renard sipped at his libation his eyes wandered the crowd; the faces blended together for the most part, and many were hidden behind masks making it difficult to discern any details beyond the depth of the eyes. However, his attention fell on one particular woman and the delightful costume she accentuated with her body. He licked his lips and sucked one of the olives out of his glass, devouring it with fervour as he watched her move. Kitty had caught his eye, and that was a dangerous quality for anyone to possess; he was known for his relentless ability to pursue the things that appeased his senses. It was easy to discern which costume was deserving of his ballet; it was Kitty.<br><br>The lights dimmed and it was time to take a seat and watch the evenings entertainment; he took another long sip of his drink before taking a seat near the back, for the moment he did not wish to draw a great deal of attention to himself, it was best to maintain a low profile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 09:38:00</strong>
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				Kitty watching the auction....making herr way to Renard<br><br>Kitty was only here for Ailine.&nbsp; One, because she had manged to avoid the woman out of guilt and two, because she had to be here to represent her art.&nbsp; She was being such a bad succubus vampire thingy.&nbsp; Whatever, she had stopped trying to figure out what it was she was suppose to be.&nbsp; The last time she even had time to play video games, she was a starving artist.&nbsp; She resisted the urge to squirm, the tight outfit feeling like it was digging into her.<br><br>Instead, she listened to the auction, standing near the recessed light showcasing some exquisite art.&nbsp; She was just thinking that maybe Ailine would forgive her for not being at the opening with the gift she had gotten overseas.&nbsp; She was just about to scratch at the pale green wig when she thought she felt something.&nbsp; It was as if she were being touched.&nbsp; She looked around, but felt it was too dim to see.&nbsp; She stepped away from the light and let her eyes adjust, her glass of Amaretto at her side, ice tinkling.&nbsp; She was about to give up and dismiss the feeling when her eyes finally spotted a man looking in her direction.&nbsp; She could feel the intensity and found herself stepping closer, her natural curiosity getting the better of her.&nbsp; Her name wasn't Kitty because her mother called her that.<br><br>She was within a few feet of him and she could see he was attractive, arrogantly so.&nbsp; She noted his dress and knew he had to be a buyer.&nbsp; Well, Ailine would have sent invitations out and this was an auction.&nbsp; She swirled her glass, the ice tinkling, her walk nonchalant and swaying.&nbsp; The little black wings flitted at her hips movements and she wandered past a few people and came to stand next to the man.&nbsp; She didn't turn toward him, eyes on the stage.&nbsp; She did lean his way and in her soft voice, "See anything you like?"&nbsp; She could only smile her amusement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Samael Grimaldi</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 12:57:26</strong>
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				Renard - Sitting down at the auction, conversing with Kitty<br><br>The icy blue of his eyes was made all the more prominent by the contrasting black of his venetian mask; the long pointed nose seemed to draw the eye in to stare deep of his exotic soul. A smile formed on his inviting lips as the show began, all the while he had been idly tapping the tungsten band on his left index finger against the silver head of his walking stick; it was a habit of his, to help pass the time when his mind was too preoccupied to enjoy the task at hand. With difficulty he attempted to put his focus on the auction, but this became increasingly difficult as the sensual sway of hips, trapped within a carnal form that inspired his hunger, approached him with a rhythmic dance of movement. Renard licked his bottom lip as he stared out of the corner of his eye at Kitty; who was such a woman, and what name served to bring him such delightful torment?<br><br>As words drifted like silk from her sultry tongue he craned his head to the side in order to greet her with allure and mystique; it would have been a bold lie if he had disagreed. There was a number of things he could list, but all of them were directly linked to the attractive woman that was standing to his side. The way that her costume failed to cover her enticing breasts entirely, or how it matched to shape of her delicate hips so perfectly, everything about the costume served to accentuate her figure to a point that his body was craving the taste of a woman's flesh.<br><br>"There is something that I like, and she is standing dangerously close" his voice was deep and had the tiniest hint of a french accent; however, his eyes spoke more than his words ever could. Within they reflected the hedonistic nature of his being, the carnal lust, and insatiable hunger of a man starved of the sensual. Renard walked the tips of his fingers up the warmth of her hip, each tiny movement bringing his hand closer to her waist which burned beneath his caress.<br><br>"Do you make art as exotic and alluring as yourself?" his voice was near a whisper, and his eyes were only for her as his hand closed over her soft waist, savouring the sexual tension present just beneath the surface. It was common for people to hide their desires, to repress their nature, but with Renard it was obvious; he did nothing to hide his desires. "It's a shame that you're not up for bid, I would be willing to part with cash and coin to say with pride that you belonged to my...<em>private</em> collection" he put special emphasis on one particular word, letting it drift off his silver tongue as he stared up at the picture of a female goddess.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 17:05:04</strong>
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				<strong>India</strong><br><br>India kept to the background as she wandered around the basement, she nodded to those she knew and stopped for a few brief conversations with buyers, seeing what was catching theie attention.&nbsp; There was a couple of bits that she had her eye on, but until the auction started she would gather her intel.<br><br>When Aline called the auction to order India had her selected pieces already written down and passed to Toa.&nbsp; She had seen Andrew come in and grinned at his get up, he definitely had her vote.<br><br>The second piece was one that she wanted, she loved to see a well photographed model in bondage, and that one would look perfect with her growing collection.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 17:43:38</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>Basement</strong> - <em>Sitting in the back row and whispering to Lulu </em></div><br>Paul considered the picture in Lulu's pamphlet for a few seconds with a serious and thoughtful expression, then glanced up at her face. "Were you the model for that one, with your hair dyed black?" His face remained straight, although a mischievous twinkle in his eyes suggested that he just might be joking. Maybe. "I'm guessing that photo will be snapped up rather quickly when it comes up, especially if the identity of the model becomes known." Now he was smiling slightly, a teasing and suggestive smirk punctuated by a knowing wink and nod.<br><br>He picked up his own pamphlet, and leafed through it, finally stopping to point out an image (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/E4Ng8qidCqi2r948HST0NGSUo1_500.jpg) on the next page. "Now this one is the one I would bid on, if I had some extra cash. Beautifully done, with excellent interplay of light and shadow; it's not so racy that it couldn't be mounted above the mantle, but isn't so boring that it couldn't serve as a conversation piece. What do you think?" He held the page open so that she could look at it; after a few moments thought, he extended his arm further so that Ronin could also see.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 13:36:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">Draven</span>- Watching he auction then making his way to India</div><br>Draven had moved away from Kuno after a while. He had seemed to make the poor girl more nervous than he thought possible. With his giant hammer in hand he made his way across the auction floor. Eying pieces that caught his fancy. Draven was really into himself and most of the pieces he had back at his place were of himself. They were mostly couple shots, though they were nothing like the pieces B4 him. He would have to nab one of these for his collection. Deciding which one would be the hard part. There were so many he was liable to buy them all. Draven reminded himself though, that he did not have room for them all and decided he would only take two. <br><br>Aline had begun the auction. The first piece to be presented was an extreme bore. It was well done but not to the standards of Waxing Rhapsodic. He didn't imagine it would sell for more than 100. Which&nbsp; in his opinion was an epic waste of a person's financial resources.&nbsp; <br>Draven looked away from the stage. His eyes slowly drifting across the room. He really wasn't looking at anything in particualar. Until a beautiful young woman caught his attention. She wasn't in costume. She wore a simple outfit (http://imgur.com/Hiv9g.jpg). He really didn't know who she was. '<em>time to change that,'</em> He thought to himself as he made his way toward the woman.<br><br>Darven was on the hunt as he approached this attractive young woman.&nbsp; When he caught her attention he introduced himself. "Hi, I don't believe we've met. I'm Draven. Draven Blackwood," He said as his lips gently brushed her hand in greeting. He held his position a split second longer than normal. His gaze never leaving her's. Draven did so just to make his intentions clear. After all he was a very straight forward man. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 00:05:34</strong>
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				Anthony saw a woman whose face he knew, but had never formally met. It was amazing how things worked at times. You could see a person everyday for god-knows long, and never know their names. He first looked around to make sure she wasn’t waving to some other guy, and then made his way around to her the long way, as he didn’t want to disturb the auction already in progress. By the time he got to them, the woman and a few of her male associates were reviewing the brochure for a particular piece. He took a seat as quietly as possible and let them continue looking. <br><br>After all, it wasn’t like he was going anywhere anytime soon. <br><br>He took a moment to review the pieces that he could see from his vantage point. The shots were excellent, though very much out of his normal photographic comfort zone. Though familiar with the human form, taking some of these shots wasn’t as easy as saying “hold it” and flashing some pictures. Each was a unique moment in time, and felt as if there was a story in them. They offered introspection and coaxed conversation even from the most closed of lip here. These were the real deal.<br><br>When he’d noticed that they were done looking, he politely tapped Lulu and gave a brief wave “Hi. Thanks for the invite…I was starting to feel a little lost. My name’s Anthony Johnston. Assistant to whoever happens to need an assistant at the time” He chuckled at that and held his hand out. He would extend that had to the other men with her, if he had the space to do so, then stayed mostly to himself while trying to reverse engineer how a photographer might have arrived at the photos he was viewing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 04:15:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/6be9da5452d2eab5c4db986880b9f095.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Moving on to the second piece (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/PtYbb8uHhmo7osvaBqMwF6hdo1_500.jpg)...</em></span></div><br>Some openly raised their pamphlets to show their bid, others relied on the subtle hand motion. After about five minutes, the first piece (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Imagem-2.jpg) was claimed by a man seated in the right wing of the audience - right in the middle of the sea of darkened faces - and Aline noted down that the gallery had just earned itself another $150. <br><br>There were times when the bid reached the thousands, but the photos were always purposely arranged so that the most popular were near the end. If things really weren't going well, some pieces wouldn't even sell. As the photo was removed from the stand, Aline murmured her thanks to the latest purchaser through the microphone before introducing the next. As she spoke, the second piece (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/PtYbb8uHhmo7osvaBqMwF6hdo1_500.jpg) was placed on the stand for all the see.<br><br>Another black and white photo, this one played with lighting and shadow as so many others lined up for the event. The woman sat with legs crossed at the knees, face tilted away from the camera as if gazing out the sheer curtains to the hidden scenery off camera. Dressed in a dark lace chemise, heeled sandals adorn her feet.<br><br>"Once again, beginning at $80..."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 04:52:00</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin - With Lulu and Paul...trying not to blush crimson at the pictures being shown to him.</strong><br><br>Ronin hadn't been expecting this in his first full day as a model for WR, but he wasn't complaining either considering the company he was with as he took a seat next to Lulu and Paul before the auction started.&nbsp; He smiled as he replied to Lulu's whispered thanks.&nbsp; "No problem."&nbsp; He replied, listening to the conversation at hand.&nbsp; He wasn't about to even try to buy any of the pieces being sold at this auction.&nbsp; Besides, it wasn't his thing to buy pictures usually anyway.&nbsp; The thought did cross his mind however, but the 'Drow' was content to watch the proceedings as he was allowed to look at the pamphlet that Lulu had pulled out to show her two seat mates what was available.&nbsp; He had to admit, the pictures being offered were quite tempting in their own way.&nbsp; He couldn't decide what he would buy himself if he could have afforded the price of said pieces of art.&nbsp; "I can't wait to actually BE in one of those pictures myself."&nbsp; He grinned, wondering what it would be like to pose and all that for a photographer when the time came.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 06:21:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/EmilieAutumn.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Chatting/Whispering...</em></span></div><br>Paul's expression was so serious and the question so unexpected that Lulu responded automatically without thinking. "What?!" Was the first word to pop out of her mouth, which would have been fine except the whole room probably heard her little exclamation since she'd forgotten to whisper. After being duly chastised by several disapproving glances from those around them, Lulu lowered her head a bit to hide from those looks that even the dark couldn't completely hide. <br><br>Making sure to whisper this time, she felt her cheeks flushed and hoped the cover of the dim lighting would save her some dignity. "'Course not!" Lulu had been around Waxing Rhapsodic for a while but she had yet to appear behind the lens. Mostly because she liked her work, and also because despite her seemingly confident nature - always eager to 'be herself' and ironically, hiding herself beneath all those layers of makeup and loud clothing at the same time - Lulu, like many others, was uncertain of herself. <br><br>It wasn't until then that she caught the glint of mischief in his eyes and a look of realization fluttered past her face before settling to something along the lines of 'I'm gonna get you!'. Before she could retort, he was asking her opinion on one of the pieces (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/E4Ng8qidCqi2r948HST0NGSUo1_500.jpg) near the back of the pamphlet. "Ooh, well arent'cha a tease? Makes me wonder who you'd be imagining your hands to be sliding all over." The faces of both models were hidden from the camera, moreso for the female whose head practically seemed missing while she was cradled against his thigh. Lulu's eyes laughed even while her lips merely smiled impishly.<br><br>To Ronin's comment, she jokingly remarked. "That so? Which would you rather be? The one getting spanked or the one doing the spanking?" As they spoke quietly amongst themselves, the next photo was displayed and Lulu spotted yet another tasteful photo of a seated woman. She was still putting her hopes on the picture that had grabbed her attention earlier but the chances of it staying within her price range was slim to say the least.<br><br>At the tap of her shoulder, she turned to see Green Lantern seated directly behind them. "Not a problem. Anthony right? I'm Lulu. Receptionist by day, hungry at night. It's nicetameetcha." She quirked her eyebrows as she let her eyes roam over his costume, letting her expression do the talking. "So, are you superhero at night and assistant by day? Cuz I know Paul here's apparently a part time detective and the Drow's an undercover model." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 01:06:02</strong>
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				Anthony chuckled at the question, but eased into a response naturally enough “Well, I enjoy Superhero work, but it doesn’t pay the bills!” he smiled as he leaned some into their conversation to keep the noise to a minimum. He didn’t want a repeat of what had happened to her earlier. Somehow it sounded like she said that the guy dressed as Drizzt was an underwear model, but his mind made the correction before he had the opportunity to make a fool out of himself.<br><br>Of course, he couldn’t help but give a nod to Paul…if he failed to notice his Shaft outfit, he’d have to hand his Black Men’s Club card back before they tried to take it by force. It was simple, but the man wasn’t about bright colors…’John Shaft didn’t need none of that jive shit to get the ladies’ is something his father would have said, and he had to admit…when the man was right, he was right. He was, however, at odds with Lulu’s outfit. It didn’t ring any bells for him “And if I may ask, whom might you be dressed as today?” he asked, using the question to get a better look at her.<br><br><em>’Hungry by night…’</em> he remembered with a bit of a chuckle. He just bet she was. He’d overheard Drizzt’s statement about one day being on one of those pictures and chuckled “And I would hope that I was in on the assistant shot. I can use a bit of that commission! These rings don’t come cheap!” he joked as he indulged the geek in him. It actually was a great time to show off the ring. The light dimmed a little for the auction really showed off the battery assisted emerald glare. <br><br>He would have hoped the dark elf would approve, but geekery was a funny thing…violent clashes of Trekkies against Jedi, heated discussions of the Flash and Superman’s footrace, and who was hotter between Linda Carter’s Wonder Woman, and the slave attired Princess Leia. A few of the many idiotic things he has helped fuel or argue in his time, but all in all, he’d at least let the guy know that he wasn’t alone!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 02:31:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Matilda...conversing with Shawn and watching the auction.</em></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Tilly raised another auburn eyebrow and chuckled at his smooth response.<br><br><strong>"Very nice. I'm glad that your intentions are wholly innocent."</strong><br><br>Grinning, she licked her lips subconsciously and took his arm gracefully before nodding.<br><br><strong>"Yes. I believe sitting down would be nice."</strong><br><br>Walking with him to a seat, she took a place next to him and then daringly moved her hand to his to hold as the bidding began. As she watched, she couldn't help but be aroused by some of the pictures. In fact, she was breathing a bit harder by the time the second one was displayed. She couldn't buy any, but her nipples strained against the tight sequined fabric, and she crossed her legs to hide the restless lust that was growing worse by the second. She hoped that Shawn wouldn't notice how her body was reacting...but he seemed very observant.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 05:05:48</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>Basement</strong> - <em>Sitting in the back row and whispering with Lulu, Anthony, and Ronin</em></div><br>Paul's eyes danced with delight, but he merely held up a single finger across his lips, as if encouraging Lulu to be quiet so that the others around them could hear more clearly. "That's the beauty of it, right? You get to imagine." He smiled and nodded politely at Ronin's comment, and suppressed a smirk at Lulu's response. He found himself surprised that he felt a bit crowded by Ronin's comments, but perhaps not as surprised as he might have been. Really, he didn't even have anything against the young man, other than his presence at that moment, and the fact that Lulu's attention happened to be divided. He straightened, and tried to watch the auction while he worked to regain equilibrium. After all, it's not like it mattered, right? He hadn't asked her out on a date or anything. Yet.<br><br>He turned, thinking perhaps to rectify that situation, when another man approached from behind. Paul bit back on a rather nasty comment, and was immediately glad he hadn't made it; Green Lantern was standing behind him, glowing ring and everything. He tried to keep from letting his mouth gape open at a childhood hero come to life. In the back of his mind, he knew it wasn't <strong>really</strong> Green Lantern, but when the guy turned and nodded his approval, he couldn't help but glow a little bit himself. "Man," he said with a smile, "that costume is <em>pimp</em>." His eyes glanced to Lulu, and he recomposed himself and cleared his throat, trying to salvage cool points. "Hey, I'm Paul. You know Lulu... that's Ronin, in the armor."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 04:06:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/6be9da5452d2eab5c4db986880b9f095.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Introducing the third piece (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b0/1s1LTyyc4qsbs630SBfYMm69o1_500.jpg)...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><sub>Note: Current profit - $275</sub></div><br>The second piece (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/PtYbb8uHhmo7osvaBqMwF6hdo1_500.jpg) was sold to a woman seated in the back row, on the opposite corner where Aline noticed some of the staff gathered. At $125 it hadn't sold for a higher price than the first but this didn't discourage her too much. There were still ten more pieces to be sold and many times the prices began to climb as they reached the end of the auction.<br><br>After the second piece was taken off the stand, Aline introduced the third (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b0/1s1LTyyc4qsbs630SBfYMm69o1_500.jpg). Obviously, the picture was an introduction to Waxing Rhapsodic's works. A tinge of elegance to a darker and somewhat taboo subject. <br><br>The photo was centered on a woman curled up on a white sofa. Dressed only in a pair of latex thigh high stockings and long gloves, the woman's accessories were studded collars circling her neck and wrists. Large metal hoops let the imagination trail to the possibilities her attire could lead to. The woman's own expression spoke volumes as one gloved hand cupped her left breast.<br><br>A low murmur could be heard as the audience knew the pieces they had been waiting for would soon be revealed one after the other. Aline waited a bit before repeating into the microphone, "Beginning at $80..."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 04:29:42</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin - Trying not to die of embarrassment.</strong><br><br>Green Lantern seemed to be in the building as he sat down beside him and the others in the small gathering the 'Drow' had around him.&nbsp; Lulu, Paul, and Tilly were good company, just he wasn't sure where to start in the conversation as he turned to Lulu first, a blush coloring his painted on black skin.&nbsp; "Uh...I have no idea myself Lulu.&nbsp; Call me weird, but if that was a girl behind me, I wouldn't mind being spanked I guess."&nbsp; He whispered, something he couldn't help even if there wasn't an auction going on at the moment.<br><br>Turning to 'Green Lantern', Ronin chuckled quietly as he nodded his approval.&nbsp; "I didn't get out much, but I know Green Lantern Corp material when I see it.&nbsp; You look good in that outfit, and the ring isn't a bad touch."&nbsp; He replied, wishing he had almost gone with the whole Jedi Master look himself, but Drizzt had been a fan favorite of his for a long time, and Ronin couldn't pass up the chance to dress as him, and so simply hadn't let it pass.&nbsp; He wasn't about to get into a shouting match with someone just because they liked one thing over another.<br><br>Paul had a very good point about the whole imagination thing.&nbsp; It had helped to make his early days livable if nothing else.&nbsp; If not for his imagination and his fantasy books and comics and all that, Ronin had a feeling he wouldn't be around as he was now.&nbsp; So Paul was right in his statement, more than he knew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 04:48:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/EmilieAutumn.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Chatting/Whispering...</em></span></div><br>Ronin's response to her teasing comment surprised her and it was rather fascinating to see him blush despite the black paint coating his cheeks. While she couldn't actually see his face flushing, it was easy to tell from his awkward manner - those shy words that held an almost innocent truth. Lulu was starting to see the charming side of the Drow, or was it just that he was too cute? When was the last time someone had taken her teasing seriously?<br><br>She grinned in response and decided not to pick on him too much, instead she replied with a simple, "I see...". Her amusement was obvious in the half-quirked lip but he seemed so vulnerable that she almost felt bad for her earlier remark.<br><br>This was interrupted by the Green Lantern and a general consensus of his costume being downright awesome. Paul's comment caused her grin to widen into a smile as she tried not to giggle. The way he seemed to suddenly catch himself, the clearing of the throat, the slightly awkward shift of tone...Lulu's hand went up to hide the smirk as she looked away - she'd start laughing if she didn't, at least the auction wouldn't be boring.<br><br>She had to admit though, that ring was pretty cool. The right look <em>and</em> it even freaking glowed. Where the heck did he manage to find that? "Oh wow," peering closely at the ring she asked, "Is this glow in the dark? Or battery operated?" When Anthony asked what she was dressed up as, Lulu responded easily. "Myself!" Or more accurately, she'd just pulled out one of her favorite dresses and gotten dolled up the way she would every day if Aline didn't nag at her every time for it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 07:07:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3724861#msg3724861) - Basement Auction | Speaking Lightly with Matilda, Noticing/Hearing People Behind&nbsp; (Paul, Lulu, Anthony, and Ronin) &amp; Watching Action</strong></div><br>Sitting down and curling his fingers with the gloved ones of Matilda, Shawn smiled softly and mused internally to himself at how wonderful things were turning out. A second date, one could argue, and it was of an auction for art of the more risqué nature. Matilda’s subtle reactions were amusing, the way she seemed to be a little bit more interested in the pieces than she let on. Then again, after his own words on how he wished to see her and photographed as it where, perhaps her mind was wondering further than it normally would? “Should anything catch your eye, do let me know.” Shawn played gently at the crease between Matilda’s middle and ring fingers, toying with her in a way but as it was her glove and not flesh it was more teasing himself with the way the fabric felt; he also offered up a slight wink and small smirk.<br><br>The second piece passed by, to Shawn’s minor interest but nothing worth trying to purchase were he to be honest. He whispered gently to Matilda, pulling open the pamphlet to a certain spot and showing her the image of the woman heavily tied and bound. Rope stretching the far reaches of the photo, giving the illusion as if the woman were almost no longer human and, yet, still holding that figure a woman usually had. The backdrop half fallen upon a bench all masked by a shiny fabric. Ropes tied and tangled while her form left almost untouched, it was an interesting oddity among the rest available. “This (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9e/Asturianinatelarana.jpg), I think I shall be leaving with it. Place it in one of my blank rooms, perhaps? What do you think?” The question was a bit loaded, but more meant to see her reaction than hear her answer.<br><br>There was a light chatter behind Shawn, off to his side where some of the other members of Waxing seemed to be; he could tell with his peripheral vision but not make them out to well. Seems they were enjoying one another’s company but, to be frank, Shawn did not care that much if they were. Who’s company he enjoyed and cared if they were enjoying themselves, however, should be obvious. As that first piece of which Waxing Rhapsodic was known, the third in the sequence, came up Shawn offered up his hand to bit. Giving a light wave of his pamphlet but being quickly out bid by a couple others. The price quickly drove above that of the previous piece, but Shawn’s main attention was to that one he had offered Matilda a glance. “Should anything catch your eye, my dear,” Shawn reminded the woman in her sexy red dress as the bidding slowly grew on the piece Aline was currently auctioning. “Though maybe you would rather be the one having her visage being bid over?” Shawn then added with a small, very light chuckle, “I fear that might drive me bankrupt.”<br><br>The fourth photo in the string (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/2ec9fcecc021cb8cba98dfa5728fe663.jpg), Shawn bid a little more aggressive but was out won again, when someone offered a few hundred dollars. He had himself on a bit of a spending limit, after all. That fifth (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/df/W7JFPLXRZo17kmp5cDpQilkno1_500.jpg), however, one could see it on his face he was debating about wanting it or not. The one piece much later one, that was a certainty, but this one he wavered, offering up, pulling back, offering up...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 21:14:21</strong>
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				- <del>A wild ass appear....</del> Morgan joins the auction and begins to relax-<br><br>There was an aroma that appeared from the back of the auction. it was not so much unwashed as it was alcohol soaked. The kind of scent given off by someone who has recently pickled their liver and is currently sweating out the alcohol from every poor. Combine this with stale tobacco, perfume from any number of women of moderate or ill repute, and then you know the scent. To some, it may cause worry, to others, panic. Morgan had found the auction."<br><br>What was more impressive than the stench was that he was upright, and moving forward under his own power. His clothes were slightly askew, but he was dressed, a godsend considering the last time he attended an event the word 'Disheveled" was the nicest of terms used. No, this time he was clad with pants, though it would appear he left his shoes back in his studio once again.<br><br>An unlit cigarette hung from his bottom lip. No it was not trapped, it appears to have bonded with the slightly dry skin and moved as he opened his mouth to speak. He paused, forgetting then and there what he was about to say as he patted himself down for his cigarettes, fully aware that Aline hated when he smoked inside the building. Of course, he tended to ignore her shrieking when in moods like this. Then again, remembering his own damned name was hard right now.<br><br>Once he sat down it was easy to see he was into the moment. Not so much the art auction, but that he was still not down from whatever buzz he had gone up on earlier. his eyes were dilated enough to make a cosplay queen cry, and he had this little grin as if someone has told his a naughty joke and he was thinking about trying it next. That sort of manic smile that Twilight moms and base jumpers get before throwing themselves off a building. Morg was fully in his element, which happened to be 120 proof alcohol.<br><br>"So.... who is the top hoar this evening?" Said with a voice that sounded like he had gargled with rocks and rubbing alcohol. he had tried for a stage whisper, it really wasn't that quite to be honest.&nbsp; He coughed for a moment, and almost looked like he was debating throwing up before quieting down and looking about, this time sounding more human and less like T-Pain molesting Hal 2000. " I mean, who is selling the most art tonight?"<br><br>Still patting himself down for his cigarettes and his light he made eye contact with Aline and Grinned. Yes the fool had a deathwish, or he just really liked to get Myobi hot under the collar, and more n likely a lot lower than a collar. He looked right at her, and when she looked back he crossed his eyes, stuck out his tongue and curled it, touching the tip of his nose. The cigarette was still in place, jutting off in a wild manner from the corner of his mouth. Deep inside the booze sotted stew he called a brain he wondered if aline was going to kill him this time. That was the last thought on his mind as he passed out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 02:15:23</strong>
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				Anthony nodded in appreciation to Ronin and chuckled at Paul, though he couldn’t help but feel a little weird as well. Pretty girl surrounded by guys, but he was official out of that particular race, as he was lacking the will to woo even the attractive Lulu at the moment. Lacking of will…and dressed as a Green Lantern. He’d chuckle if he was alone. “And don’t you worry, man. I’ve read a few Salvatore books myself, and I must say that you did a fantastic job bringing it to life!” If really was a badass costume, but he was interested in the cutlery “You’ll have to tell me where you scored the blades sometime…I’ll make a mental note”<br><br>When Lulu asked about the ring, he smiled and shook his head “I had to comb the internet for days before I found this. They use a watch battery right underneath the emblem. The ring itself is just a clear green tinted plastic…I got lucky, and my finger was within the ring size they made. Crazy Japanese fanboys…God bless ‘em!”. He was a little embarrassed to find that she wasn’t dressed as any typical person, but it was an interesting getup all the same. He was a bit at a crossroads, as he didn’t want to insult her with some overdrawn apology and explanation. “Well, I like it. Chaotic and stylish. I can dig that”<br><br>As he relaxed a bit to let them converse a little more, he noticed Morgan show up…disheveled would have been the wrong word to use, and most certainly an insult to the disheveled everywhere. This guy would have been seen as ‘tore up, from the floor up’ and Tony couldn’t help but mutter a heartfelt “oh shit…” as he saw the guy. He wanted to get up and get whoever he was out of there before he fucked up the works, but he wasn’t hired on as security. He said something that he couldn’t quite make out, and then another sentence before soon passing out right on the floor. The sound the body made falling was anything but subtle, and Anthony was left looking at the space the man had occupied not a moment ago “Wow…that just happened” he said with a deadpanned expression. He was literally at a loss to say anything else.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 05:30:59</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid, entering the auction, a little late, she thinks</em><br><br>After coming back from her trip home, tying up some family matters after the private detective had come knocking on her door, she had assured her parents that she was alive.&nbsp; They were the reason that she'd run away as a teenager, furious with them for their cruel treatment.&nbsp; She couldn't make them happy in any way that she turned and now that she had made a name for herself, without their help, they wanted to find her? Fuck that, fuck them.&nbsp; She didn't give a shit. <br><br>Late for the beginning of the auction and quite without a costume.&nbsp; Her leather jacket, Daniel's that he'd left behind when he'd split, hung over her shoulders and whipped around her hips.&nbsp; Her black jeans clung to her legs, thighs, and ass as she made her way in, and her black band tank top hugged her breasts.&nbsp; She had her hair down and curled, her makeup on heavily as usual. She couldn't blame him for leaving, she supposed, the job offer was a good one but she was angry that he'd done so with such little preparation.&nbsp; That alone told her that he cared little for her. <br><br>She held a half-smoked cigarette in her hand and stood near the back, daring anyone to make her put it out.&nbsp; She wasn't in a good mood and she needed to talk to Aline as soon as possible.&nbsp; &nbsp;She realized that it was perhaps the first time that she'd been without her camera in that building. <br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 06:06:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/6be9da5452d2eab5c4db986880b9f095.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Introducing the fifth piece (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/df/W7JFPLXRZo17kmp5cDpQilkno1_500.jpg) before being utterly distracted...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><sub>Note: Current profit - $1000</sub></div><br>The third piece (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b0/1s1LTyyc4qsbs630SBfYMm69o1_500.jpg) practically doubled their current profit, selling at $225. As the fourth (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/2ec9fcecc021cb8cba98dfa5728fe663.jpg) was placed for all to see, a noticeable change could be felt in the atmosphere as a buzz emanated from the crowd. Bids were coming more frequently and prices were starting to climb as a result. She was pleased to see her own photo being sold, it was always a pleasure to know that it was well received, but she didn't announce any claim to the piece to avoid claims of boasting. After all, it was already stated in the pamphlets. <br><br>Selling for $375, Aline now felt certain that they would be passing the $400 mark for the upcoming pieces. They were quickly moving on to the fifth (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/df/W7JFPLXRZo17kmp5cDpQilkno1_500.jpg) piece when Aline faltered in her overview of the photo upon spotting an all too familiar figure shamble through the back of the room. A feeling of dread and apprehension was soon replaced by utter annoyance when she realized two things. 1- Morgan had just arrived. 2- Judging from the way he was walking, he'd most likely arrived drunk. God she hoped he was at least wearing his damn pants this time...<br><br>Realizing that she'd stopped in the middle of her sentence, she picked up from where she left off and continued with the introduction of the photo. It was when she made eye contact with Morgan that she struggled to fight down a scowl and <em>not</em> glare daggers into the audience. Instead, she fumed on the inside as he cockily made a face at her before...did he just pass out? "Er...starting at $80 again..." Motioning for one of the staff who had been managing the moving of pieces from off stage, she switched with him to promptly exit the podium. Trying her best to walk at a normal pace, each step causing her heels to click against the floor, she made her way casually to the back of the room and glared down at the - yes, he was passed out - drunken photographer. Catching a whiff of the stench of smoke, liquor, and probably perfume from the herpes lady, Aline's nose wrinkled distastefully and her lips were set in a tight line. Not yet a scowl, no, she refused to let Morgan get under her skin yet <em>again</em>...not in front of all the buyers at least.<br><br>Reaching down, her hand clamped down tightly on one of his shoulders as she shook him roughly while she asked softly, "Morgan? Morgan. Get. Up." Her tone was lightly pleasant, the voice she used in public, the voice she used for business, yet there was a tense edge to it that warned of danger coming. When he didn't respond, she huffed angrily and ripped the cigarette from his lip. "Morgan..." The calmness was gone and only the threat was left, but Aline made sure to speak in a hushed but harsh whisper. "I'm going to pour all your booze down the drain and break all your cigarettes if you don't get off your ass and tidy up right now."<br><br>She waited for about ten seconds before snapping as a soft snore emanated from his nose. A swift kick to his knee and a shove caused him to fall off his chair and onto the floor, at the same time, Ingrid arrived looking rather harried herself. Thanks to the darkness, Aline was almost certain that no one had managed to see, or at least see clearly, all that had occurred between herself and the slob. Comforted by that thought, she turned with a smile - Morgan forgotten - and went over to squeeze the taller woman in a hug. "Hey! I thought you wouldn't be back till tomorrow!" The delight in her eyes faded slightly when she caught the look on her friend's face. Sobering up and noting the jacket over Ingrid's shoulder she asked, "Shot of whiskey?" <br><br>As they spoke, Aline heard the fifth piece being sold for $225. Her mind automatically worked to realize that they had reached a profit of $1k even. Yet the thought didn't cheer her as much as it should have. The sixth (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/Tumblr_kpz78wzpmR1qzjizro1_500.jpg) piece was being announced now and bidding soon began after the short summary of the photo itself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 06:23:58</strong>
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				-Morgan ... now when did that floor get there-<br><br>Morgan bounced with all the grace of a drunk Raggedy Andy doll on the floor as Aline upended his ass from the chair he had procured. His head bounced once, but seem to have all that great of an effect on him, his knee however was a different story. His hands went to the knee even as it came up to his face, narrowly missing clocking himself in the process. Only one woman had ever swept him off his feet, usually violently at that, and he crack an eyelid.<br><br>"Hello Clarise."<br><br>His Sir Anthony Hopkins was not that bad as he delivered the Hannibal lector line through bloodshot eyes. He looked around, Shit there were more people here than he though, and that was without seeing double. He moved to a sitting position, not even noticing the cigarette was gone. <br><br>The knee ached and his head now hurt, he didn't remember how he hit his head, already forgetting that he was in the chair not moments before. He moved to sit up, letting the entire world move in a slow spin that paled his complexion even more than his natural pasty white. He looked about, seeing the fury in Aline's eyes he decided not to mention that he had been through her studio earlier and some unnamed woman was wearing some of her clothes in another part of the city. No, better not tell her that.<br><br>At least, he thought it was her studio.<br><br>He rubbed his knee and then slow stood up, affecting an Elvis pose not for drama, but for sheer balance before standing fully upright. In a remarkable moment of clarity Morgan tucked his button down in and righted the waistcoat he was wearing. he could clean up, he just didn't see the need to around others that often. He looked over at Aline with a cat ate the canary smile.<br><br>"I see my choice to wear pants this time made me blend in Aline, Hi Ingrid, how are you tonight," he didn't even slur his words, ok, not too badly that is. His eyes continued to focus and refocus, maybe he landed harder on the floor than he thought. He walked over to aline and looked to her.<br><br>"Have I missed anything to exciting or do I need to one up someone and streak the room to get the party started?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 06:28:11</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>Basement</strong> - <em>Sitting in the back row and whispering with Lulu, Anthony, and Ronin</em></div><br>Paul's attention was drawn to the man entering by Anthony's shocked stare, and he too found himself only able to watch as the guy stumbled in and found a seat. <em>That's the best portrayal of a drunk I've ever seen,</em> Paul thought to himself, before doing a double take. <em>Oh wait, he's not acting.</em> The man said something about whores, and Paul knew that he visibly winced. The comment wasn't clear, but it was loud, and Aline's sudden pause suggested that she'd heard it. His eyes darted to the front of the room, and part of him wondered how those on the stage with her managed to keep from freezing to death, based upon the looks she was shooting towards the now lounging figure. <br><br>"Who is that?" he whispered; it was meant more for Lulu, but he whispered it loudly enough for Ronin and Anthony to hear as well. "Dude likes to live dangerously, in more ways than one." The sharp click of heels on cement brought his attention to Aline as she stalked her way through the room, and suddenly Paul found the images in the brochure to be quite interesting, and studied one in particular closely. His eyes barely managed to keep from crawling to the side of his head, however, as he watched Aline effectively kick the guy's ass to the floor. He glanced at Ronin, Lulu, and Anthony, in that order, but shock seemed to be the shared reaction; Paul wondered if the guy on the floor would be alright.<br><br>For a second he thought Miss Myobi was going to call them over to dispose of the (<em>dead? nah, he's snoring</em>) body (<em>possibly before the police show up -- if she's not done with him yet, he may not survive the afternoon</em>), but she was distracted by yet another arrival, one she obviously knew well. There wasn't enough light for Paul to see the woman well; all he could really figure out was that she was smoking, and in more ways than one. He leaned over and nudged Lulu, gesturing in what he hoped was a non-obvious manner. "And who is <em>that</em>?"<br><br>He was distracted yet again as the drunk bounced hard on the floor, then proceeded to get up for more, saying something about "wearing pants <em>this</em> time". Paul had to wonder how the man could walk without serious chafing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 06:34:38</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid, pissy, seething, and watching</em><br><br>She watched Aline doing her auction thing, smiling a tiny bit at how the woman could command a room.&nbsp; Surprised at how the woman abruptly left the stage, she listened to the clicking of Myobi's heels and watched her swoop in upon someone who was passed out. Oh. Wow.&nbsp; She shook her head. "Morgan," she whispered under her breath.&nbsp; Brilliant artist, complete tool. <br><br>A smirk curled her lips as Aline shoved the photographer into the floor.&nbsp; Sweet.&nbsp; That already made her feel better. A bowling pin shoved up his ass would likely do him wonders. She privately rooted for it.&nbsp; <br><br>Snorting at Aline's words about her return, she shook her head. "Couldn't stand those sons of bitches when I was fifteen, can't stand them now."&nbsp; She nodded. "Shot of whiskey."&nbsp; Ingrid, a recovering addict, only drank socially or when she was likely to put someone on the business end of a bowling pin. <del>Hello, Morgan</del>&nbsp; <br><br>She hugged Aline and sighed, looking down at the drunkard. "Eat shit and die, Morgan," she muttered.&nbsp; "Yes, streak, so we can all laugh at your little baby dick."&nbsp; Okay, so maybe picking on Morgan wasn't the most adult thing to do, but it sure made her feel better. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 06:52:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/EmilieAutumn.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Chatting/Whispering...</em></span></div><br>As Morgan entered the room there seemed to be a discernible shift in atmosphere. One moment, the audience was murmuring excitedly amongst itself as the auction began to really start. Everything seemed to be going well, the pieces were selling, the boss looked pleased. The next moment, Lulu wouldn't be surprised if Morgan got himself fired...though from the looks that Ingrid was shooting him...maybe even worse.<br><br>She winced as even in the shadowy lighting, those in the back row could easily make out Aline's petite figure as one booted foot made contact with the man's knee before a shove sent him sprawling to the floor. "Ooh...ouch." To Paul, she responded, "That's Morgan, one of the photographers here. He's great. Well, they all are. But he has a tendency to uh...erm..." Lulu paused as she tried to find the right word to describe the man. "Get under Aline's skin?" A shrug of her shoulders as she continued, "I don't really know too well myself. It's only during the public events when I actually <em>see</em> it happen ya know? But I still haven't decided if he's just suicidal or...psychotic?"<br><br>To Paul's second question, Lulu's mouth twisted into a smirk as an eyebrow raised. The words didn't leave her lips but the meaning was clear. <em>Men.</em> Typical behavior, but honestly she couldn't blame him. Ingrid was attractive to say the least. "That's Ingrid. Also a photographer." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 07:08:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/6be9da5452d2eab5c4db986880b9f095.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>In the back with Morgan and Ingrid...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><sub>Note: Current profit - $1000</sub></div><br>Aline wasn't sure if she should be exasperated or still furious with Morgan. He had such <em>nerve</em> sometimes. Half the time when an event came around, Aline was busy trying to make sure that Morgan stayed locked in his room so that he didn't attend the function and ruin her carefully built reputation yet again. Returning from a short walk to the refreshment table, she handed a glass to Ingrid with just a bit of whiskey instead - enough to maybe be a double shot. She knew her friend's careful intake of alcohol, but sometimes you just needed it to make the world easier to bear.<br><br>To Morgan's greeting, she just gave him a look. "Good afternoon to you as well, and yes, it's nice to see that you're...properly clothed..." That feeling of light dread was back. A drunken Morgan and a pissed off Ingrid in the same room could not bode well. "Well!" Grasping them both on either side, she hooked her arm through theirs and steered them back towards the doors, heading to the little waiting area between the doors to the auction and the elevator. "Why don't we continue this lovely conversation outside? Wouldn't want to disrupt the <em>auction</em> now would we?" <br><br>The word auction was emphasized slightly as she squeezed Morgan's arm uncomfortably tight. It would be just like him to think that it was a party, but then again, he was never truly serious half the time. Even now, Aline still wondered if his antics were planned beforehand just to piss her off. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 07:22:52</strong>
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				-Morgan, dancing where angels fear to tread-<br><br>Looking at Ingrid he gave a faux hurt expression that quickly turned into one of pity. "Contrary to what you think, Scat is not a medium I work in. Though, your current work, one might think..."<br><br>His voice dripped with thick false honey as he let the words hang. Pity apparent on each word in the mock sadness that he displayed. He, however, had a survival instinct, so when Aline locked stepped them to the back he did nothing to escape the iron vice that was Aline's hand. Really, what the fuck was Aline doing that she had a grip like that?<br><br>"Now that we have said hello and had our customary insults, I promise to play nice if you do, hell, I was even planing to not drink for the rest of the auction if you can curtail your she-bitch ways&nbsp; or until you get your petite ass back upstairs to your battery collection boyfriends. I didn't mean to get this drunk tonight, but since I came in late it kinda happened. Get under the lens if you want to see something different."<br><br>The irate woman sobered him far more than a dunk in a cold shower or Aline's foot, well, Aline's foot was a close second to be honest.&nbsp; He was being truthful&nbsp; however, getting hammered with two women who wanted to possibly kill him was not the wisest of choices, and even in his state he knew that much.<br><br>"I sat in the back and was happily recounting earlier in the day before Aline decided that I should be awake for the rest of the festivities. Now I had planned on being quiet, but I know you will not be able to shut your mouth for the rest of the evening."<br><br>Something in Morgan's eyes either portrayed a Charles Manson madness, or a moment of brilliance waiting to be let loose. He paused for a moment and then shook his head. He let Aline lead them to the waiting area and he punched the button on the elevator doors, not saying anything until they opened. He shook off the amazon death grip and stepped to the elevator, he turned and looked to both women.<br><br>"On second thought, I will save you the chance to fuck up Aline's plans, and this way she cannot blame it on me, I did wear pants after all. I will happily take my ass back to my cave and call it a night, I just figured that it would be a wise idea to make an appearance." he looked to ingrid as the doors began to close. "bring your best next time Ingrid, snippy comments from a just above Mall grade Photog just don't have the weight." <br><br>With that, Elvis did indeed leave the basement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 07:41:15</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid, considering homicide very seriously</em><br><br>She took the shot from Myobi, knowing that she needed to get the hell out of dodge and up to her studio/apartment rather quickly.&nbsp; It was a frustrating thing to know that she was close to losing her temper at something so important.&nbsp; Shooting it back in one large, throat burning gulp, she let the alcohol warm her from her lips to her stomach.&nbsp; Smiling at the slow burn, she took a deep breath in through her nose and exhaled it from her mouth, though not in Aline's face.&nbsp; <br><br>Morgan's testicles were in serious danger as he insulted her work.&nbsp; He was treading on thin ice and if he realized it, he didn't show it. She never insulted his work, he'd gone too far. <br><br>Saying nothing as Myo steered them to the waiting area, Ingrid's attention turned toward the elevator.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her fists clenched and unclenched listening to him drone on and on was really grating on her nerve. Her last one and it was already frayed.&nbsp; <br><br>He was asking for it. Seriously asking for it.&nbsp; No one insulted her like that and didn't get an earful.&nbsp; She wanted to kick his face in, tears burning in her eyes as her lips all but disappeared into a thin line.&nbsp; The two shots weren't enough.&nbsp; "Fuck you, you stupid bastard," she hissed at him.&nbsp; <br><br>She took the stairs up to her studio, not wanting to be near the same elevator that he'd used.&nbsp; She was out of breath and had mascara and eyeliner trailing streaks down her face.&nbsp; She couldn't take much more. Everything was falling to hell and crashing down around her.&nbsp; <br><br>[continued in Ingrid's Studio]<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 11:25:40</strong>
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				<strong>India</strong><br><br>Morgan...what else could she say.&nbsp; For someone who had been at the studio for as long as she had she knew most of the people pretty damn well, and those who didn't know her, well...she surely knew <em>ALL</em> about them.&nbsp; And Morgan...she knew about him right enough.<br><br>She watched him as he made a drunken ass of himself, always close by to come when needed, Tao was dealing with the pieces that Delta wanted, which was just as well cos with the way the atmosphere had suddenly changed she wasn't going to be able to keep much attention on the artwork.&nbsp; But that was OK, she would have plenty of time when it was hanging on her walls at the loft.<br><br>Work was never far away with India.&nbsp; She was always on watch.&nbsp; Always keeping an eye on things.&nbsp; And people and right now she was watching everyone closely.&nbsp; Too much alcohol could turn the most placid crazy.&nbsp; And she knew she was not about to let some drunken fool wreck Aline's night.&nbsp; So far things had gone smoothly.<br><br>She saw Tao bid on a piece, and smiled inwardly, it paid to have the tiny woman here, she was good at her job and India was glad when she got the pieces she wanted.&nbsp; Or rather Delta was.&nbsp; She noticed Ingrid was back, and wasn't looking all that impressed.&nbsp; But then she couldn't exactly blame her, not with Morgan acting like he was.&nbsp; When Ingrid hissed and swore India was close by, ready to help, or step in.&nbsp; The smile had slipped from her face, she was now totally cool, totally calm.<br><br>India did feel sorry for Ingrid.&nbsp; Morgan needed his damn ass kicking and if he hadn't had left she would have done it.&nbsp; She watched Ingrid leave and took a deep breath, damn that could have blown up into something nasty if they hadn't of kept control.&nbsp; But they had gone, although that didn't make her feel any easier.&nbsp; She glanced around, her eyes catching Lulu's.&nbsp; India was always working, even when things were meant to be more social.&nbsp; For her, the security of her friends and colleagues was more important than the art here, they meant more than canvas and prints.&nbsp; And she would always keep an eye out for them...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 19:06:48</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin - Trying to decide whether to run or hide under the chair</strong><br><br>Everyone else seemed generally didn't seem bothered by what was going on, seeing it as another day at the office.&nbsp; Ronin on the other hand felt every kick that Aline landed on the guy as if he was there in his place.&nbsp; His sides hurt just remembering the dark days of his past.&nbsp; Several cracked ribs due to the repeated impact of steel toe boots would do that.&nbsp; Thankfully it didn't last and Ronin's eyes had remained in his head, but a cold sweat had gathered on his 'black' skin, having missed most of the conversation in his cold terror, unfounded as it was.&nbsp; When the scene seemed to have settled down, Ronin sighed and looked to the floor, unable to meet anyone's face until he had a semblance of his mask back in place, the one that everyone saw him with...the one that didn't have the scars of child abuse written all over his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>16-11-2010, 02:28:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/6be9da5452d2eab5c4db986880b9f095.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Returning to the auction...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><sub>Note: Current profit - $1275</sub></div><br>As Morgan made his exit and then Ingrid stormed off soon after, leaving Aline alone in the waiting area with the beginnings of a headache threatening to ruin the rest of her night, she sighed to her reflection in the elevator doors and leaned against the wall for a moment to clear her mind. <br><br>Morgan she could handle. He liked to tease and annoy her, he <em>loved</em> to prank her, but she didn't consider him anything more than a little troublesome and an occasional comic relief - though at times his comedy tended to cause her blood pressure to rise. Ingrid on the other hand...Ingrid was unpredictable when upset and Aline hadn't seen her friend so emotionally unstable in...honestly, she couldn't remember the last time. Sure, she could blow up at times and didn't have any trouble cursing someone out. But when was the last time she'd cried?<br><br>The thought clung to Aline as she headed back through the doors into the auction, the sound of bidding reached her ears upon entering and all seemed back in order, but even that didn't completely ease the frown from her forehead. Apparently the sixth (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/Tumblr_kpz78wzpmR1qzjizro1_500.jpg) piece had already sold and the auction was well into bidding of the seventh (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Vienna_by_mastertouch.jpg) piece. She would find out later on that the sixth had sold for $275.<br><br>Standing at the back of the room, gazing at her own photo was quite different from the angle she viewed it at from the podium. Admiring it, she could see all over again why she had chosen it out of her works for the auction. Aline always chose her top three favorites to put up and her smile would always be a little brighter when they sold. Even now, it was working its charm as the frown smoothed from her features and she merely continued to observe from where she stood. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 05:01:22</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>Basement</strong> - <em>Sitting in the back row and whispering with Lulu, Anthony, and Ronin</em></div><br>Paul's eyes followed the group as Aline effectively strong armed Morgan from the room; from his body language, Paul wouldn't have wanted to be him for all of the world. He looked at those sitting next to him, eyebrows searching for his hairline, as he tried to formulate something to say, anything that would revive the more jovial atmosphere they'd had earlier. Anthony looked shell-shocked, Lulu looked unsurprised, and Ronin... Paul wasn't quite sure what was going on with Ronin. Even with the dark paint he looked about six shades paler than he had been, and for a second Paul was concerned that the young man might pass out.<br><br>He let his gaze turn back to Lulu. "I suddenly feel much less like sitting around for the auction. There's a Waffle House a couple blocks from here, you want to go?" He raised an eyebrow, and his mouth twitched with a smile as a bit of the previous mischievousness returned. Suddenly, he blinked, and glanced at Anthony and Ronin. "Any and all of you?" He sighed internally. There was no point in being rude, especially to guys he'd probably work with in the future. <em>Besides,</em> he thought, <em>Ronin really does look like he shouldn't be alone anytime soon.</em> "My treat." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 10:10:24</strong>
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				<strong>India - meeting a very interesting man with a big weapon</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=86703.msg3873791#msg3873791">Quote from: Dark King on 10-11-2010, 13:36:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">Draven</span>- Watching he auction then making his way to India</div><br>Draven had moved away from Kuno after a while. He had seemed to make the poor girl more nervous than he thought possible. With his giant hammer in hand he made his way across the auction floor. Eying pieces that caught his fancy. Draven was really into himself and most of the pieces he had back at his place were of himself. They were mostly couple shots, though they were nothing like the pieces B4 him. He would have to nab one of these for his collection. Deciding which one would be the hard part. There were so many he was liable to buy them all. Draven reminded himself though, that he did not have room for them all and decided he would only take two. <br><br>Aline had begun the auction. The first piece to be presented was an extreme bore. It was well done but not to the standards of Waxing Rhapsodic. He didn't imagine it would sell for more than 100. Which&nbsp; in his opinion was an epic waste of a person's financial resources.&nbsp; <br>Draven looked away from the stage. His eyes slowly drifting across the room. He really wasn't looking at anything in particualar. Until a beautiful young woman caught his attention. She wasn't in costume. She wore a simple outfit (http://imgur.com/Hiv9g.jpg). He really didn't know who she was. '<em>time to change that,'</em> He thought to himself as he made his way toward the woman.<br><br>Darven was on the hunt as he approached this attractive young woman.&nbsp; When he caught her attention he introduced himself. "Hi, I don't believe we've met. I'm Draven. Draven Blackwood," He said as his lips gently brushed her hand in greeting. He held his position a split second longer than normal. His gaze never leaving her's. Draven did so just to make his intentions clear. After all he was a very straight forward man.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>India was enjoying the auction, the pieces her alter ego wanted where nicely sitting tagged and bagged, they would be shipped to the correct address.&nbsp; Things had settled down and she was once more enjoying the event.&nbsp; She watched the escapades of the guests there, spotting folks she knew well and those who she saw on a daily basis but who ignored her.&nbsp; She didnt mind, when she was ignored it meant she was doing her job.<br><br>When Draven approached her and took her hand, introducing himself and kissing the back of her hand she gave him the full effects of her smile, "Mr Blackwood, it is indeed a pleasure.&nbsp; I've seen you around of course, but we havent spoken before" she explained, "India Decru, security" she offered.&nbsp; She felt a familiar ripple along her spine and a yearning in her belly.<br><br>"Thats an impressive weapon you are carrying" she said with a smirk, "you must be a man with many conquest with a fine piece of weaponry as that" she reached out and ran her fingers along it, deliberately seductive...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 05:44:29</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin - Thinking about joining Paul and anyone else that comes along.</strong><br><br>Looking up, the 'Drow' gave a weak smile at the offer.&nbsp; Maybe some air wouldn't be so bad?&nbsp; "Alright, I'm willing to head out with you Paul.&nbsp; Um...just to ask though, would it be a good idea to go as I am?&nbsp; If not, I can easily clean up, but I will be a while is the only thing."&nbsp; This body paint wouldn't wash off right away.&nbsp; Ronin had a feeling he'd be under the hot water for a good hour first before it ever showed signs of actually coming off.&nbsp; If that was the case, it might be better just to take what came his way for looking...a bit out of the ordinary.&nbsp; "Still, regardless, I'd be happy to come along."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 01:40:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/EmilieAutumn.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Chatting/Whispering...</em></span></div><br>"Ooh, waffles for dinner? Sounds sweet." Who said breakfast couldn't be dinner as well? Hell, if that were the case, she'd declare herself nocturnal starting now. <br><br>Lulu didn't seem to notice the slight pause as Paul invited Ronin and Anthony to join as well, or rather, she was duly distracted and her attentions had wandered elsewhere. Eyes riveted to the stage, the seventh (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Vienna_by_mastertouch.jpg) piece had been sold for $325 and was being removed from the stage. It was the next work going up for auction that had caught her attention, the eight (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/Counterbalance_by_mastertouch.jpg) piece that she had pointed out to the others in the pamphlet earlier was now replacing the previous. <br><br>As the bidding began at $80, she wondered if she'd actually be able to get lucky and afford it. Though at the rate that bids were being placed, her lips changed from the nibbling of thoughtful or even anxious contemplation to an almost sulky and defeated pout. Ah, who was she kidding? She'd be competing with people who had thousands tucked away under their belt if not more. <br><br>Somewhat absentmindedly, she replied to Ronin's inquiry of whether or not he should change out of his costume. "Nah, you're finee. You're not the only one who'll be turnin' heads after all." With this last comment she turned to face the Drow with a smile. There was no mistaking that walking down the street together as a group, heads would definitely be turning to catch another look. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:14:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3724861#msg3724861) - Basement Auction | Buying a Piece &amp; Conversing with Matilda</strong></div><br>Again the way Matilda responded made Shawn smile, she was someone he was growing to like on a rather large scale; her cute and innocent ways adding to the entire setting. Really the pieces mattered little at this moment but as piece number eight came into view and was up for bidding with the one that had his own attentions wondering, he figured a purchase was in order. Matilda’s attentions seemed to be changing from painting to her own hand then back again; back and forth like she was confused which she wanted to see but that could very well have been Shawn’s imagination and mind playing tricks.<br><br>Artwork number eight (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/Counterbalance_by_mastertouch.jpg) sold for almost four hundred dollars at the rate others were bidding and finally ended upon, but that was not much for most of the buyers who sat around the room of Waxing Rhapsodic. However it was a wonder why none of the staff even tried, many brought out of impulse rather than thought when it came to auction of new art, one could easily bluff their way into a piece had they the stance to back it up.<br><br>Here it came, piece number nine (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9e/Asturianinatelarana.jpg) ready to be sold. Before Aline even stated the starting bid, Shawn raised his hand and smiled; when something had his eye, he was going to get it, end of story. Be that artwork or a woman, eyes shifted to Matilda with that same smile on his face but as another bid came in for HIS piece Shawn hesitated none in raising the pamphlet once again. Another bid, whoever that man in the back was had a bit of nerve. Screw it. “One thousand,” Shawn stated bluntly though with that hint in his voice he was not messing around. No other bid came, this is exactly what one means by bluffing their way into a piece, and soon it was officially his.<br><br>Whispering to Matilda, “Pardon the showmanship, but I do try my hardest to get the things I want.” His smile now sweet and loving, “And the things those I enjoy the company of may want as well, just speak your mind.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 04:55:51</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>Basement</strong> - <em>Heading towards the elevators</em></div><br>Paul nodded, and sat back in his chair; he could see the piece Lulu wanted. For a second he considered bidding on it, but the price very quickly spiraled well out of his price range, even if he thought he could help her get it. He felt bad, and he placed a hand on her knee as the piece sold to a woman in the middle of the room. "There'll be others," he said softly; he wasn't sure if it would help or not, but he figured he'd try. Of course, now that the image had sold, there was nothing holding them to the auction. They'd all helped set up; the rest of the staff could break everything down. Paul stood, thankful they were in the back row, and held a hand out to help Lulu up. "Let's go," he said quietly, and smiled. "On the way over to the restaurant you can show me your Gwen Stefani, and I'll show you my Shaft." He blinked; that hadn't come out exactly as he'd meant it. He decided to roll with it, and smiled innocently as he moved towards the elevators.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:37:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/EmilieAutumn.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Following Paul to the elevators...</em></span></div><br>She didn't even have a chance to entertain the idea of owning the picture for very long. In a mere few minutes it'd been sold at $375. While she could have probably tried for $400, Lulu wasn't willing to go <em>that</em> far yet. She had quite a bit saved away in the bank but it'd taken her <em>months</em> and it'd meant cutting back on various things to stash away just a little bit extra cash. Blow it all in one go? Probably not worth it. Or was it? <br><br>That thought would probably nag her for the rest of the evening. <br><br>Dammit.<br><br>As Paul's hand gave her knee a light squeeze, she just smiled back. After all, what could she say? She took the proffered hand and was helped up - wouldn't want to trip when trying to make a sneaky exit now - before following quietly back through the doors to the elevators. Lulu had the passing thought of wondering whether Ronin's armor would start clanking as he walked...but that stuff wasn't real metal was it? It shouldn't clank...she hadn't paid enough attention to come to a solid conclusion.<br><br>Just as they reached the doors, the room quieted at the announcement of Shawn staking his claim on the ninth (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9e/Asturianinatelarana.jpg) piece for a thousand dollars. Wait, what? It seemed the rest of the room was going through a similar reaction as they processed the bid. Obviously Shawn wasn't kidding around, he really <em>wanted</em> that piece. The person at the podium seemed a little shocked as well but soon recovered to stutter and proclaim the piece sold to Mr. Pierce before the tenth (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/Zmaitri7.jpg) piece was soon displayed as well. Even with a passing glimpse, Lulu realized that it was the photo Kitty had entered into the auction. <br><br>Though as the bidding began, she and Paul were outside the doors and in the small waiting area for the elevators. Ronin still seemed to be inside, but the elevator hadn't arrived yet anyway. Her eyebrow raised at Paul's comment and it took her a moment to realize what he meant. "Ah, that music video! I hadn't even thought of that. I'm not sure how well I'd do a Gwen Stefani impression without my Harajuku girls present and accounted for, but I'm sure I wouldn't mind seeing your Shaft." The play on words dawned on her after the sentence had already left her mouth and she blushed ever so lightly. <em>Though I wouldn't mind seeing his <span class="bbc_u">other</span> shaft either...</em> The thought caused her blush to deepen so her cheeks reddened to a pleasant rosy pink. <em>Dammit Lulu! Mind out of the gutter!</em> Even in the midst of reprimanding herself, the other part of her mind blamed it on the auction. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 05:50:45</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin - Heading with Paul and Lulu.</strong><br><br>The 'Drow' smiled more strongly at what Lulu said.&nbsp; She had a very good point as he watched her look at the pieces of art being sold off.&nbsp; She had wanted one or more of those pictures but hadn't had the money to afford them.&nbsp; He didn't have the money either, but if he had he would have been glad to help her out though.&nbsp; Maybe there were other ways to do so?&nbsp; Ronin had no idea as he stealthily rose as Paul and Lulu did, following them as quietly as he could, as if he truly was the legendary renegade he was dressed up as.&nbsp; The thought made his earlier sour mood disappear as a confidence that hadn't been there before found his steps, though another blush formed on his cheeks when Paul had to make his comment.&nbsp; At least he knew what the man meant, but the wording...hadn't been exactly up to par to not have random thoughts of the gutter run through Ronin's mind.&nbsp; "Paul, let's keep the Shaft to a minimum eh?"&nbsp; The 'Drow' teased, a twinkle in his eyes as he followed the two out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 06:18:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/6be9da5452d2eab5c4db986880b9f095.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Overseeing the end of the auction...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><sub>Note: End profit - $4000</sub></div><br>Though her mind still lingered elsewhere with Morgan and Ingrid, the auction was progressing smoothly and quickly reaching its end. When Shawn's firm bid of $1000 for the ninth (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9e/Asturianinatelarana.jpg) piece was made, even Aline was startled out of her faraway thoughts. She hadn't realized that he'd taken such a particular fancy to the photo - carelessness on her own part, she'd neglected to pay close enough attention as usual - but another thought formed in her mind. Could it be due to Matilda's presence that he was 'flexing his muscles' so to speak? Whatever the answer, Aline would be more than happy to take the check off his hands...<br><br>Kitty's piece (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/Zmaitri7.jpg) was up next and sold for $425. Followed soon after by the pair of black (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/E4Ng8qidCqi2r948HST0NGSUo1_500.jpg) and whites (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a4/Origins_of_gymnastics_by_photoport-d2xudvd.jpg) by Ingrid, selling for $450 and $475 respectively. These last two were sold to another regular buyer for the gallery, a petite Asian woman who went by the name of Tao. This brought the auction's total profit to...exactly $4k! Not bad at all. Already she was thinking of where to spend the money. Which studio needed repairs, which props needed to be replaced...<br><br>With the end of the auction, the lights were raised and the room was flooded with light once again. The clock read 7 PM. Buyers who had managed to purchase one of the works of art filed near the stage to write out their checks while giving instructions and addresses as to when and where they'd like their newest possession. Once finished, the filed out the doors with the rest of the audience. Some stopped to chat for a bit near the refreshment table, others filed out with disappointment clear on their features. <br><br>Standing at the back of the room, those who didn't know Aline may have just thought her another security guard as she and India flanked each side of the doors. Moving over and away from the crowd, she began instructing the cleanup. The auction pieces were moved out of the studio, already being wrapped and packed for shipping before being safely stored. When the room had emptied of patrons, the staff began cleaning in earnest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 22:25:56</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>Basement</strong> - <em>Standing at the elevators talking to Lulu and Ronin, before leaving the building</em></div><br>Paul couldn't help but grin mischievously at Lulu's response, and the blush only caused it to grow. His grin widened as well, as he thought about the implications of that deepening blush, and he was about to say something devastatingly witty and charming when Ronin entered. It was clear from his response that he'd heard the entire exchange, and from his expression he'd been as amused as Lulu. Paul's eyes twinkled even as he let his mouth frown slightly. "No can do, Ronin. Even at a minimum I've got plenty of Shaft to show, and I'm damn proud of it." He barely managed to say it with a straight face, and the ding of the elevator's arrival provided a much needed distraction. He motioned for Lulu to enter first, and watched her face, curious to see if she'd turn any further red as he entered behind her. <br><br>"I mean," he continued, his smile giving away that he was fully aware of how what he was saying could be taken, "life is hard as a private dick. But Shaft makes sure he gets to the bottom of things, and won't quit until the job is done. Oh yes, my friend. Shaft is most definitely up, and he always gets the case wide open." He looked innocently between Lulu and Ronin, and as the elevator doors closed his voice could still be heard out in the waiting area for the elevators. "What? I'm just talkin' 'bout Shaft!"<br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><em>Paul goes out on the town (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85785.0) with Lulu and Ronin</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 02:18:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/EmilieAutumn.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>Deciding between laughing, blushing, or both...</em></span></div><br>Ronin's comment seemed to ease the flush from Lulu's face leaving just the grin behind. The joke was out in the open now and it <em>was</em> funny after all. Despite the plea to <em>"keep the Shaft to a minimum"</em> Paul apparently had different plans and didn't hesitate to follow them. <br><br>It was impressive actually, to see him spouting out one innuendo after the other and all with a straight face. Barely. That twinkle in his eye was contagious and it was a miracle that it hadn't spread to his lips yet, along with that too-innocent glance...Even as she fought to keep the corners of her mouth from curling upwards she already knew it was a losing battle. Soon enough, a light giggle erupted to open laughter. <br><br>As the elevator ascended to the Lobby, Lulu managed to say between laughs, "Yea, we all love the Shaft...I mean, Shaft, the detective!" With the opening of the doors, the trio left the gallery shortly before the crowd followed afterwards to head to the Waffle House (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85785.0).<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Basement</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 21:59:34</strong>
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				As the basement was cleaned and tidied up, the blank cards that had been given out at the beginning of the event were gathered and tallied up. <br><br>Eventually, after an initial count and a second to ensure the votes...<br><br><div align="center">Matilda's costume as Jessica Rabbit had won first place with Ronin's Drizzt Do'Urden following as a close second. </div><br>The votes and names were jotted down and would be given to Aline later on in order to arrange the promised magazine photo shoot. Finally, the auction pieces themselves were packaged and shipped off to the post office before those remaining finally filed upstairs to enjoy a night of well deserved rest...along with possibly some celebratory parties here and there. There was no doubt in their minds that the profits brought in from the night's sales would end up as a bonus on their paychecks. Or at least, another improvement to the gallery itself.<br><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>The Halloween Auction Event has now ended, and the Basement thread shall be locked until the next event.</strong></div>
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