Waxing Rhapsodic - Aline Myobi's Office/Studio
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				Title: <strong>Waxing Rhapsodic - Aline Myobi's Office/Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 06:24:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: pristina;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">Aline Myobi's Office</span></span></div><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Any problems may be brought to Aline when needed. Waxing Rhapsodic emphasizes the importance of a pleasant environment for all.</li><li>Meetings take place at her office, staff and buyers alike. These meetings may be requested beforehand, or a knock of her study door will most likely elicit a warm response.</li><li>Formal sessions at her studio will occur by appointment only. These will be planned in advance and posted on the Bulletin Board.</li></ul><br><div align="center">*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*</div><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Studio_Layout.jpg)</div> On the top floor of Waxing Rhapsodic, Aline Myobi's studio can be found. Upon stepping out of the elevator, a long hallway stretches ahead with a few favorite works interspersed along the walls. The first door to the left houses a simple makeup station (http://dillon-studios.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/makeup.jpg) for touch-ups along with a few props, connected is an adjoining room that acts as a wardrobe and changing room - the selection of clothing available to choose from is rather unremarkable.<br><br>Directly across the hall, the other door leads to the main studio - Studio A (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/Studio_A.jpg). Bright and spacious, Studio A is where most of Aline's photo shoots take place. Smooth wood floors and plain white walls is the entire theme of the studio. Taking up a good corner of the room is an area that had been set off specifically for the photography to occur. Lighting equipment and backdrops are usually clustered around here. Heavy curtains line the walls of the room to keep light out if needed, or let it stream in when the studio isn't in use. The area surrounding the work corner in Studio A contains a large round table and couches hugging the perimeter - Aline likes to refer to this as the "rest area". <br><br>If one were to continue down the hallway instead of heading into either room, they would reach the room to Aline's office at the end. Doubling as her study, a basic kitchen is next door - this is due to the fact that many times she ends up living in her office more than she does in the comfort of her bedroom. A small coffee table surrounded by snug couches face the opposite wall which is occupied by floor to ceiling shelves. Books of all kinds are stacked neatly across, a flat screen TV is nestled in the middle along with speakers that are usually playing instrumental music.<br><br>Studio B (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Studio_B.jpg) is much smaller and is usually used as a place for Aline's latest experiments. Black linoleum flooring melds against a windowed brick wall, the rest the same white as Studio A. The area is not only smaller but more crowded as well, it seems to also be used as a sort of storage area. Photographs in all stages of incomplete can be found here, along with several variations as she fiddled during her free time. <br><br>At the end of the hallway is a winding staircase that leads up to a small penthouse...<br><br><div align="center">*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*</div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/Bedroom.jpg)</div> About a quarter in size to the rest of the building, Aline's personal quarters are rather simple. Without the need of a kitchen, the rooms seem rather spacious with the living room (http://www.home-designing.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/contemporary-Busy-loud-colors-living-room.jpg) spreading across most of the floor. Directly in front of the winding staircase is the balcony, a small metal-wrought table (similar to that of the staircase) and matching pair of chairs are the only pieces of furniture overlooking the view.<br><br>The only closed rooms are Aline's bedroom (http://www.home-designing.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/leo_room_by_darthmurda.jpg) and its attached walk-in closet and bathroom (http://www.f-158.com/uploadfile/2010/0309/20100309124743663.jpg). The overall feel is clean and professional and yet at the same time it seems barely lived in, the lack of personal touch is evident. Only one photo sits on her nightstand, one of a smiling girl and a couple assumed to be her parents.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Aline Myobi's Office/Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 07:16:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Begrudgingly awake...</em></span></div><br>Despite most assumptions, Aline was <em>not</em> what one would refer to as an 'early bird'. Which may be why her alarm was set to go off at 5 AM...only to get blindly knocked around as she groped for the snooze button. The process repeated itself at 5:30, then 6, and usually by the time 6:30 rolled around she was usually out of bed and trying to disable the damned piece of machinery. <br><br>By the time it was 7:30, Aline's tangled mane of bed-hair had been tamed into a sleek ponytail and her eyes were no longer glued shut but somewhat alert. <br><br>Somewhat. <br><br>Dressed in dark gray leggings, and a bright red tank-top, she threw on a beige sweater that could pass as a robe to ward off the morning chill. Padding down the stairs (she'd actually slept in her bed that night) in a pair of fuzzy slippers, the sounds of her rummaging through the kitchen could soon be heard within the quiet studio. The cracking of an egg, the sizzling of bacon, the popping of the toaster. <br><br>Maybe it was the meal she'd had with Bastiaan the other day, but for some odd reason Aline actually felt like eating something besides a breakfast bar or a bowl of cereal. For once, she was eating something that could be considered 'hearty', and it felt good to be cooking something again.<br><br>8 AM rolled around to find her curled up on a corner of her couch in the office, nibbling away at the plate of food while watching the morning news. The low clouds outside her windows had warned her from enjoying the meal on the balcony. Reaching for the glass of orange juice, she sipped at it and noted the time. Almost 8:30, Avarice should be showing up soon for the morning shoot. She'd left the office door open and waited expectantly for the familiar sound of the elevator arriving.<br><br>Idly, she hoped that Paul wouldn't be a bumbling assistant like Kunoichi. Then again, what were the chances of that?<br><br>...Better not to jinx it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Aline Myobi's Office/Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 02:32:20</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>Penthouse</strong> - <em>Talking to Aline</em></div><br>Paul headed down the hallway slowly as the elevator doors shut behind him; the only door open near the end of the hallway, where it turned deeper into the building. The smell of bacon teased his nostrils as he walked forward curiously, and his stomach lodged a complaint with management in response at the oatmeal breakfast he'd had before setting out and the peach he'd had at the halfway point. It seemed a good idea at the time, but now he found his mouth watering at the smell. <em>I'll compromise with you,</em> he told his stomach. <em>Bacon for breakfast tomorrow.</em><br><br>He looked at his watch. 8:49AM. He had no idea if he was early or late, but he figured the smell indicated she was already awake, which was a very good sign. The absolute last thing he wanted to do was walk in on his boss during her morning routine. He glanced in the open door of her office as he passed it, to find his boss curled up on the couch in a robe and fuzzy slippers. "Oh, Good morning," he said, reversing his steps and standing at the door expectantly. "Photo shoot with..." he pulled the piece of paper from his pocket to check the names. "Avarice and Matilda Olava Haraldsen? What do you need?" Suddenly it was all business, and he could feel himself relaxing as he started a checklist of probable tasks -- setting up tripods and lights, preparing flash boxes, and so on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Aline Myobi's Office/Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 03:01:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Speaking with Paul...</em></span></div><br>When she'd heard the ding of the elevator arriving at her floor, she'd expected to see Avarice sauntering in. Instead, with a piece of toast in her mouth, she blinked in surprise to see Paul standing in the doorway. "Oh." was all she said, before taking a sip of juice to wash down the carbohydrates. To an outsider, it probably seemed odd that she was dressed for a day of lounging at home while the assistant was obviously dressed for work. To her, it just meant a day of working in the studio was in order. <br><br>Replacing the glass, she stood and greeted him warmly. "Paul! Seems you're the first one here today." She made no mention of whether he was late or early, with the model absent they could take their time setting up until she arrived. "It seems Avarice is running a bit late. I'd like to say that that's unusual for her...but she has her moments." The model was well known for being picky with her work and those she worked with, despite taking her job seriously there were the few times when she decided to let the photographer sweat for a bit when something wasn't to her liking. <br><br>Flipping on a few switches along the wall of the hallway, lights flickered to life all along the ceiling of the entire floor. It seemed to be getting darker out and the rain was beating a steady rhythm against the windows. "I think she's upset that she hadn't been included in the magazine shoot Bastiaan's doing today." A small chuckle as she led the way through the doors of Studio A. "This is the main studio, most of the shoots I do happen right in that corner there." She pointed to the work area before padding over, slipping out of her slippers and walking barefoot upon reaching the section. Blue painter's tape marked the perimeter of the work area. "Do you mind?" Indicating his sneakers, and her own slippers to the side. "Keeps the place clean," was her explanation.<br><br>"We'll be shooting Avarice first but..." checking the time on the wall, she continued, "if she's not here by the time we finish setting up then we might end up with Matilda instead. Avarice's piece is just a small ad and I had mentioned to her how I'd thought it'd work well with body paint art. The makeup takes an hour at best." A small irritated sigh as she thought of the time that would be wasted. "As for Matilda, we'll be filling a request for one of our regulars, a Mr. Shawn Pierce. Just a simple portrait shot but it has to be <em>perfect</em>." She knew she didn't have to emphasize <em>why</em> it had to be perfect, Paul seemed bright enough to put two and two together.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Aline Myobi's Office/Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:35:47</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>Penthouse Studio A</strong> - <em>Talking to Aline, Working</em></div><br>Paul grinned at Aline's description of Avarice; "she has her moments" was photographer speak for "she can be a pain in the ass sometimes", and he wondered what specific asinine behavior the woman chose to indulge occasionally. He let his eyes sweep the studio as the lights came up, and he gave a low whistle in appreciation. He didn't know who Baastian was, other than that he was obviously another photographer, and instead followed her in silence. Once again thankful that he'd managed the shower today, he pulled his feet from his shoes, and placed them neatly next to Aline's near the tape. He grinned at the size difference between them -- God, how he wished he had his camera! -- before following her into the work area. He worked quickly and carefully, placing everything as Aline prompted; when she didn't prompt, he put things where they made logical sense, or would be easiest to move into better position.<br><br>Paul nodded as Aline described the portrait. "What exactly would constitute perfect?" he asks, completely seriously, as he carefully set a stool in the center of the work area. "I hope he didn't have his heart set on natural lighting." He glanced at the windows pointedly, and adjusted the flash boxes to provide softer, more even lighting around the stool. He took a step back, and nodded; everything was basically close enough. He started taping cables to the floor with the blue tape, making it less likely that anyone would trip over them, knocking out the lights, or worse yet, bring everything crashing down upon them. "So, should I go hunt her down?" he asked, as he finished up and inspected his work.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Aline Myobi's Office/Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 05:03:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Speaking with Paul...</em></span></div><br>As they worked, side by side, the studio was eventually set up to her liking. Curtains drawn, the room seemed a bit darker and yet brighter at the same time. She briefly explained that the news had reported thunderstorms and it'd be a pain if lightning were to streak across the sky at the same time her shutter clicked. <br><br>"Perfect is hard to say really. Though it seems Matilda has caught Mr. Pierce's eye in a rather special way. I'm thinking one with a softer feel to it - a light glow to complement her fair skin and hair, while another can play with shadows - perhaps in sepia instead of the usual black and white?" At this point it became obvious that she was just thinking out loud as her words trailed off into a thoughtful mumble while she stared pointedly at the middle of the work area. Seemingly staring at something that wasn't there...yet. "Natural lighting would have been terrific but...it seems Lady Luck isn't on my side today."<br><br>It wasn't until he asked to go find Matilda that she snapped out of her thoughts to glance up at him. Damn, he was tall. Aline had always felt at a disadvantage in the height department, now standing barefoot Paul pretty much towered over her. "Hrm," glancing over at the clock, she saw that it was nearing noon. "It looks like Avarice has decided not to show today. I'll have to find her later on, but yes, that would be lovely. Do you mind?" <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Aline Myobi's Office/Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 06:32:40</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>Penthouse Studio A Doorway</strong> - <em>Talking to Aline</em></div><br>Paul looked blankly at Aline for a second; he'd been talking about Avarice, the first appointment for the day. Replaying the conversation in his mind, however, he could see how Aline had moved right into working mentally with Matilda. "That doesn't bug you?" he asked as he sat to pull his shoes back on. "A model simply not showing up, I mean." He knew it bugged the hell out of him. Of course, he half expected it in college, working with flighty students that bailed without warning when they found out it would be more than him simply worshipping the ground they walked on; he hadn't expected it of people doing it to make a living professionally. He looked up at Aline, curious to hear her thoughts on it.<br><br>Before leaving, he paused to ask one last question. "Also, anyplace in particular I should look for her? Matilda, this time." He smiled in recognition of the earlier confusion (at least on his part), before adding, "Finally, what do you want to do for lunch?" He paused, and glanced out the window, before turning back and raising an eyebrow. He still wasn't sure what his boss would consider appropriate assistance, but his own stomach was growling, still angry about the lack of protein for breakfast. "There's a sushi place just around the corner that I was thinking I might try; you want me to bring you back something?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Aline Myobi's Office/Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 06:54:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Speaking with Paul...</em></span></div><br>It wasn't that Aline wasn't annoyed, it may be more accurate to say that she was just resigned for the moment. A wry smirk in response, her arms crossed as she muttered something about Avarice being a diva. "It happens once in a while, though admittedly this is only her second time with me. I'm guessing she's pretty upset that I hadn't scheduled her for the magazine cover." Was that a flash of dark satisfaction in her eyes? "Last time she didn't show she regretted it after not having any work for a month." Her smirk almost seemed somewhat smug now. Aline <em>hated</em> wasting her time.<br><br>"I'll deal with her later. It's better not to get worked up over a missing model when there'll be others to work on. I hate working with jittery models who are too nervous to smile." Not to mention the finicky whiny ones who only drink a certain brand of sparkling water she didn't have on hand.<br><br>Smoothing away the small frown of irritation, she gave a little sigh before moving on. "Matilda should probably be in the Lobby right about now. If not, I'm guessing somewhere on the 2nd floor grabbing lunch." Aline realized that she hadn't even actually finished her breakfast yet. Nothing new there. "Sushi sounds fantastic. How about I order instead? The rain seems to be coming down and I think they deliver."<br><br>((Ahh, silly me. -smacks self- My mistake there with the mix-up.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Aline Myobi's Office/Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 16:29:16</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>Penthouse Studio A</strong> - <em>Talking to Aline, then heading to the lobby</em></div><br>Paul couldn't help but smile in amusement at his boss' comments about Avarice; suddenly, knowing that such behavior irritated her, and that she was capable of petty (if deserved) revenge somehow made her seem more human. The comment about jittery models, however... He'd never photographed anyone too nervous to smile for a portrait. <em>A simple portrait.</em> Paul's thoughts turned to some of the other shots in the explicit gallery that Aline had described as <em>simple</em>, and he suddenly wondered what, exactly, this portrait might entail.<br><br>He snapped back to attention at the suggestion of having the company deliver, and nodded gratefully in agreement; he'd realized immediately after he'd offered to go that he didn't have an umbrella with him. Perhaps Lulu had spares behind the front desk? All the better if he didn't have to go at all. "Actually, that should work out great," he said, thinking through lunch. "Once I find Matilda, I'll wait in the lobby for the delivery guy." He smiled again, and disappeared around the door frame towards the elevator. This time it arrived in seemingly no time, and as he stepped into it he wondered what had happened earlier in the day to make it so slow.<br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><em>Paul heads to the Lobby (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84363.msg3773234#msg3773234)</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Aline Myobi's Office/Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:56:06</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>Penthouse Studio A</strong> - <em>Walking into Studio A from the elevators</em></div><br>The trip up in the elevator was thankfully uneventful; he'd been tempted to try his hand at a waltz in the small space, but the fairly high probability of having someone walk in on him while doing it dissuaded him, and instead he bounced on his toes in time with the music in his head . He let his thoughts drift where they would, harmless daydreaming as the elevator did the work of climbing the floors for him; red and white danced on a canvas of green as imagination exploded into vibrant color. The doors opened at the penthouse, and he bounced off of the lift, not even realizing he was quietly singing as he headed back towards the big studio room they'd prepared that morning. "Just follow the seasons, and find the time/Reach for the bright side/You don't seem me fly into the red/One more you're nuts/Just follow the daaay," he sang, growing to a crescendo as he entered the room. "Follow the day, and reach for the SUN!" Thunder rumbled in the distance, begging to differ, but it wasn't enough to ruin his good mood.<br><br>He moved over to the big table in the corner of the room and began emptying the bag of its contents, arranging them neatly along the edge of the table. He pulled out the neatly folded leaves of lettuce, each of which carefully cradled a squat pile of pea green wasabi balls wearing little hats of translucent ginger slices. Finally, he set out the paper wrapped chopsticks and plastic forks, and looked around for Aline. "Miss Myobi?" he called, glancing out into the hallway towards her office. "Lunch is ready!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Aline Myobi's Office/Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 06:39:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Settling down for lunch...</em></span></div><br>Soft footsteps of slippers slapping against wooden flooring trailed closer to the doors of Studio A before Aline rounded the corner with two mugs dangling in one hand, a pot of green tea held gingerly in the other, and paper plates and napkins tucked under her arm. Placing one of the mugs in front of him, she filled it with fragrant tea before doing the same with her own. "I hope you don't mind green tea? If you'd rather something else to drink you can always look around in the fridge." As she spoke, she handed him one of the plates and left the small stack of napkins in the middle.<br><br>Not everyone was a big fan of tea, and most people she knew tended to drink their green tea with a bit of honey or sugar due to it being more bitter. She'd ran out of regular oolong tea, and even her favorite go-to drink of barley tea, so green would have to suffice. Restocking on tea, just another task on her ever growing to-do list. It probably didn't help that she was a tea fanatic and drank them down as if they were water.<br><br>Sitting down in one of the chairs, her first words were, "I never knew sushi could make someone so happy." Her tone was carefree but her eyes were dancing with laughter. It was hard to not hear his little stanza bursting forth upon exiting the elevator. The platter offered an assortment of different sushi from the well-know California roll to the store specials with names that had nothing to do with the roll itself. Essentially they were all the same just as they were all different, ingredients wrapped in rice and nori. <br><br>"I forgot to ask you if you wanted anything in specific, so I just ordered the house special." It seemed to offer four pieces each in differing 'flavors', arranged in a colorful circle that flowered within the container. Splitting her chopsticks, she rubbed them together to rid any stray splinters before reaching for one of the soy sauce packets. Staring at the tiny amount of liquid it offered, she got up to head back to the kitchen for more and quickly returned with a small bottle as well as two shallow dishes to mix wasabi in. "They never seem to give enough, do they?" <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Aline Myobi's Office/Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 03:06:33</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>Penthouse Studio A</strong> - <em>Eating lunch, talking with Aline</em></div><br>Paul couldn't remember the last time he'd had green tea, so he nodded thankfully for the mug as he accepted the plate. He was looking at the platter of food when she made the comment about his singing, and realizing she must have heard him earlier, he was suddenly thankful that his cheeks really didn't show much in the way of a blush. "Well, you know," he said, smiling nonchalantly as he unwrapped a pair of chopsticks, "sometimes you feel good, and it just comes pouring out, right?" He looked up at her with a serious expression, although his eyes danced with mirth. "There is nothing more pleasing to the soul than raw fish and vegetables wrapped in rice, perhaps with tiny eggs, perhaps not." He nodded sagely, and bit his lip to keep from laughing.<br><br>"Oh, this is fine," he called after her as she went for two dip bowls. "I never remember the names of the different kinds anyway." He sipped the tea while he waited for her to return, and grimaced at the harsh flavor. <em>This is why I don't drink green tea,</em> he thought, <em>it doesn't come southern style.</em> He placed the mug down again, and carefully plucked three rolls onto his plate, quickly remembering how to use the chopsticks without embarrassing himself.. At her return, he thanked her for the dish, and mixed up a small bit of soy sauce with a huge chunk of wasabi, creating a thick mixture with a greenish tinge, into which he plunked the first roll and allowed it to bathe. "Itadakimasu!" he said, and popped the roll into his mouth; his eyes welled up as a flash fire ignited in his mouth and sinuses from the wasabi, but the heat was quickly swept away by the rice and fish, and his nose felt much clearer. He picked up the mug to wash down the last of it, but almost immediately put it back down as he remembered what was in it. "Do you have any sugar?" he asked, standing up. "I'll get it, just tell me where to look."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Aline Myobi's Office/Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 03:58:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Lunch with Paul...</em></span></div><br>She found herself smiling as she watched the various expressions flicker over his face, a habit that some found rather unnerving at times when it seemed she was just staring for no particular reason. Her own little dish of soy sauce had melded into a brown paste, not yet to the point of having a greenish tinge. "I guess I just never realized how delicious a bit of rice and nori were." <br><br>A small grin still lingered on her lips, though they quickly pursed at the first bite of heat from the wasabi. Brows furrowing for a moment, the flash of spiciness passed leaving her with clear sinuses and slightly watery eyes. "A surprise with every bite.." she murmured as she picked out a roll with soft shell crab sticking out from the middle.<br><br>If he had liked the green tea, Aline would have been surprised. Seeing otherwise, it was only a quick trip to the kitchen to solve the problem. "Door to the kitchen is in the study. You can always get something else to drink if tea doesn't suit you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Aline Myobi's Office/Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 05:25:37</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>Penthouse Studio A</strong> - <em>Eating lunch, talking with Aline</em></div><br>"No, no, the tea is fine," he said, disappearing with the mug. The kitchen was easy to find, and Paul loaded the tea with as much sugar the hot water could hold without gelatinizing, before taking another sip. "Better," he said, nodding approvingly, before heading back to the studio and sitting down again. Letting the next piece soak, he studied his boss' face carefully. He'd been wanting to ask about the explicit portion of the gallery since he'd first laid eyes on it, and this seemed like as good a time as any.<br><br>"So, how did you end up doing all of this?" he asked, waving a hand around him. "Not photography, I mean the back gallery downstairs... the focus," he clarified just before downing another piece of raw fish and rice. Again the wasabi almost left his eyes watering, and he dabbed lightly at his nose with one of the paper napkins. "It's not portraits and landscapes." He smiled slightly; he was actually quite relieved not to be doing portraits and landscapes. A summer at the mall department store photography studio almost made him want to take his own life. "How'd you decide on this subject matter?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Aline Myobi's Office/Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 17:22:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: pristina;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">Placeholder</span></span><br><br>*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*<br><br>Shall be continued via PMs and the completed scene will be posted here later on.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - Aline Myobi's Office/Studio</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 05:25:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Siren2.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Aline Myobi -</strong> <em>Where'd Morgan hide the damn alarm...</em></span></div><br>An insistent <em>noise</em> poked through Aline's sweet dreams and commenced to harass her until the bundle of blankets emanated a frustrated groan. Sheets rustled as a hand groped blindly out of the cozy warmth and searched for the snooze button on her alarm. Not finding the evil little machine on her bed stand, the hand withdrew back and the blankets seemed to curl tighter in on itself.<br><br>Burrowed in fluffy darkness, her eyes squeezed shut, willing herself back to sleep as she waited for the alarm to stop on its own before it began wailing again in five minutes. Wait...wailing? She didn't remember her alarm sounding quite so...loud before. So...high pitched. In fact, the more she paid attention the more it sounded...wrong. Mind still groggy with sleep, half of her brain was still working to puzzle things out while the other half was dead asleep.<br><br>Suddenly, the blankets went flying as she sat bolt upright. Sirens. That's what they were. It wasn't her alarm set at the wrong time again, the building's fire alarms were going off!<br><br>Panic immediately grabbed at her, adrenaline chasing away any remnants of sleep as she sprang into action. Tumbling out of the tangle of sheets, her feet shuffled into fuzzy slippers and a robe was hastily pulled on - both habitual actions for whenever she rolled out of bed. She found herself working on autopilot as she went around the room gathering items of importance and stuffing them into the first bag she got her hands on. Clothes...forget them. Camera...where the heck is it?! Identification...hopefully somewhere in the bottom of the bag.<br><br>Rushing out of her room, she headed for the stairs to her studio. A part of her mind steeled herself with whispers of doubt, <em>If this is a false alarm, whoever the prick is...</em>. The threat went unfinished as she arrived at the emergency exit stairs next to the elevator. It wasn't until she'd opened the stairwell door that her gut wrenched. Smoke. She could smell it. Faint, but evident in the air.<br><br><em>Oh god...</em> Aline had never been one for religion, but if there were any gods out there, she sent up a silent plea as she backtracked to the kitchen for a wet rag. Without it she'd probably faint halfway down from smoke inhalation. Guess those fire safety lessons hadn't been completely useless after all. <em>Stop. Drop. And roll.</em> Like repeating a mantra, the phrase went round and round in her head as she ran down the stairs. Even though it didn't make any sense, she wasn't on fire...yet, her mind clung to it desperately as if it would help keep her calm. <br><br>Bag bumping against her hip, slippers trying their best to trip her - and succeeding a few times, her mind screamed <em>The gallery's on fire. MY gallery's on fire!</em> causing a jumbled mess against <em>Stop. Drop. And roll.</em> Round and round, she wasn't even sure what floor she was on anymore. The smoke had grown thicker and were stinging at her eyes causing her to blink tears away. The air was warmer but not warm enough to rid the chilled sensation in her chest. <br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><sup>Continued outside (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85785.0)...</sup></div>
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