Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread
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				Title: <strong>Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 03:21:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: pristina;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">The City</span></span></div><br>For the surrounding neighborhood around Waxing Rhapsodic, any going ons such as a visit to the park, a date at the movies, or just a simple meal at a cozy restaurant...everyone is free to help 'paint' the city we live in by simply writing simple descriptions of locations or even including a few photos. Think of this as a blank canvas to draw and expand on, but let's try to keep it realistic. So...there probably won't be a space station located downtown. <br><br><sup>Buyers have the option of making their own threads to call 'home'. This option is also open to the rest of the staff if they feel that they'd rather not live in their given rooms within the studio/gallery and would like an apartment of sorts to commute from.</sup><br><br><div align="center">*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Places to eat</strong></span>:<br>Chez Antoinette (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85785.msg3775755#msg3775755) - Fancy French restaurant<br>Indigo's (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85785.msg3782905#msg3782905) - Casual bistro<br>Tedara Bistro and Bar (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85785.msg3829643#msg3829643) <br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Buyer Homes</strong></span>:<br>Jarvis Driscoll (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85970.0)<br>Shawn Pierce (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=86711.0)<br></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 04:43:03</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85838/alisonchrista/9f83dc4ccec71913820daecf9ab487b5.png)<br><br>(http://files2.cityweekend.com.cn/files/images/20070810/image-20070810-38esx19506y013f2t9c4_t_h480.jpg)<br><br></div>
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 04:46:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Matilda...going to Chez Antoinette for lunch with Shawn Pierce.</em></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Matilda had been wanting to try a French restaurant in town called Chez Antoinette, so that is the restaurant she chose. When they arrived, Shawn was right. He was able to get them right in, and in a booth that was rather secluded as well. Once seated, they were brought water and bread, and Tilly smiled as she ate a particularly good roll.<br><br>Looking up at him, she tilted her head.<br><br><strong>"Thank you for the lunch invitation. I've heard this place is amazing."</strong><br><br>She couldn't help but notice that this was the first time they'd been alone. Taking a deep breath, she took a drink of water.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:21:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce - Chez Antoinette | Lunch with Matilda</strong></div><br>Lunch at with Matilda didn’t matter where, to Shawn, and he said he would take her anywhere she wished to go. Chez Antoinette, was her choice so Chez Antoinette was where they were both now sitting and in a rather private booth to add to this. Didn’t really take much to get to the spot, it was lunch time and this restaurant was more known for dinners and business lunches so the place was not too busy on this afternoon. Tipping the Maître d' well did not exactly hurt, either.<br><br><em>"Thank you for the lunch invitation. I've heard this place is amazing."</em><br><br>“Thank you for accepting, Matilda.” He smiled at her sweetly and reached for her hand, “I am glad you are happy to be here.” In truth, Shawn had been to the place once or twice on occasions, “It well is amazing the first time being here, the atmosphere they strive for is well done.” Small talk, of all the ways to charm a woman small talk could be one of the most difficult.<br><br>“Tell me of yourself, Matilda, I know little of you outside of how your presence has me shocked you are so open to a date.” Shawn openly admitted this to being a date, seeing how she would react (and if she was committed to another), as the waiter arrived with the menus.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 09:27:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Matilda...at Chez Antoinette for lunch with Shawn Pierce.</em></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>When he reached for her hand, she noticed immediately, but she allowed him to take it for now. Smiling at him, she looked down and noticed how his tan skin looked against her pale complexion...seeming almost mesmerized by the sight of their hands together.<br><br><em>“Tell me of yourself, Matilda, I know little of you outside of how your presence has me shocked you are so open to a date.”</em><br><br>Tilly didn't realize what he said at first.<br><br><strong>"I'm originally from Norway, but I moved here for college. I recently graduated with a degree in music and theatre, and have been trying to get into the theatre here for a while, but nothing has happened so far. I was unemployed, and until I can start earning money from my degree, I needed a job. Waxing Rhapsodic was a miracle."</strong><br><br>That's when it dawned on her. A date? Oh dear. Was this a date? They'd only met yesterday! Did she want it to be a date? Did she not want it to be a date? Pausing briefly, she focused on their hands and tried to think of something to say that wouldn't sound confusing, stupid or rude.<br><br><strong>"Oh...uh...well, I didn't exactly know that you considered this a date. I mean, I don't date much...and I'm not seeing anyone, but I figured you were married, or engaged, or...something."</strong><br><br>She realized that she was rambling.<br><br><strong>"I didn't know that you actually wanted to date me so soon. I mean...<em>do</em> you want to date me?"</strong><br><br>This wasn't her saying that she did...she was just curious. </span><br>
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				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 10:19:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce - Chez Antoinette | Lunch with Matilda</strong></div><br>Interesting, more and more facets to this girl were becoming clear, however the Norwegian decent was not exactly hidden by the way she spoke. An actress, on top of that... how interesting. Though once Shawn’s very specific word-choice had seemed to have sunk in, Matilda appeared to grow rather nervous. She was so cute, Tilly was. Look at her ramble and get flustered over a word, although it was a word that did have a mix-mash of meanings. After Matilda was done having her little moment, Shawn gently stroked his thumb across her hand before pulling back to pick up and read the menu. “I wouldn’t mind," He chirped out quickly in response to her question then offered a smile before looking to the waiter.<br><br>The waiter did his job, explaining the specials for the day and asking for drinks, to which Shawn ordered some fruit juice before looking back to Matilda with that same smile he did before. In the while Shawn thought to himself how much he should share in return, most women did not enjoy a man who had been married in the past only to have his work habits figuratively kill the family he hardly knew. Still, he didn't know them even after pulling away from his work as his only son was grown and his ex-wife wanted nothing to do with him, that left Shawn rather alone in things; however, it did teach Shawn to enjoy life rather than waste it working for eternity.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 07:00:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Matilda...at Chez Antoinette for lunch with Shawn Pierce.</em></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>He always seemed so calm and collected, and she couldn't help but relax a bit as he stroked his thumb over her hand. Smiling at his words, she was about ready to reply when the waiter arrived for their drink order. She ordered a glass of water, and then sighed as she planned what she would order for her meal. Once she was done, she set the menu aside and looked back to Shawn.<br><br>Suddenly she thought of Dorian and how he looked at her similarly, but it wasn't like he had expressed any interest, and it wasn't like she was serious with Shawn. Taking a deep breath, she bit her bottom lip and took a risk.<br><br><strong>"Alright. I guess I wouldn't mind going on another date with you."</strong><br><br>She smiled and then looked into his eyes. She had to admit that he was extremely handsome, and the thought of doing...more...than holding hands with him was enough to make her heart race slightly. Almost unconsciously, she reached over and took his hand again, using her own fingers to tease along the top of his. When the waiter returned, she ordered a bowl of soup and salad, and kept her hand with Shawn's.</span><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>16-10-2010, 08:20:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce - Chez Antoinette | Lunch with Matilda</strong></div><br>The way Matilda acted, the way she touched his hand almost like a lover, the words she said and how she said them, this all made Shawn smile at the girl who he was sharing a lunch with. Everything seemed to be looking in Shawn’s favor more and more, this was something that made that smile of his grow; seemed that visiting Waxing Rhapsodic had much more perks than even he could have known.<br><br>As the waiter returned and Shawn sipped at his juice (had to keep oneself fit and strong, after all) Shawn ordered much the same as Matilda; it was lunch after all and there was no need to stuff oneself in the presence of another.<br><br>The waiter departed and the two were alone again as the food took time to arrive. (Should not take long, this was only supposed to be a quick lunch after all.) “An actress,” Shawn asked quickly as to prevent in moments of quiet. Being a man of who he was, quiet was not fitting unless intimacy was involved... and then that might not be for very long.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 02:43:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Matilda...at Chez Antoinette for lunch with Shawn Pierce.</em></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Matilda smiled back at him, but removed her hand when the waiter arrived with their food. Blushing a bit at how long she'd kept her palm to his, she cleared her throat and began eating her French onion soup. <br><br><em>"An actress..."</em><br><br>She nodded and waited until she'd swallowed her current bite before answering.<br><br><strong>"Not professional yet, obviously, but yes...I'm an actress and singer, and I studied both at NYU. I want to get into musical theatre on Broadway, but I have to work on my accent before then."</strong><br><br>She chuckled and finished her soup before moving on to her salad and taking another drink of water.<br><br><strong>"What about you? I don't really know what you do, or anything about you. What do you do for a living, and where are you originally from?"</strong><br><br>She wanted to ask about his family, but she didn't want to offend him so soon.</span><br>
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 04:43:26</strong>
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				<em><strong>India, Lulu, Issac, Andrew &amp; Ronin - Going to Indigo's for lunch</strong></em><br><br>India pushed the door open and stepped in, waving at Henri the guy who owned the little Bisro she really liked.&nbsp; "Got a table for 5 Henri?" she asked him.&nbsp; The tiny Frenchman grinned and beckoned them to a table, another waiter coming and pulling chairs out for them.&nbsp; &nbsp;India sat, glancing around the place.&nbsp; It wasnt as trendy as some of the places, but it suited her.&nbsp; She often came here, either for lunch or dinner.&nbsp; Henri knew her well and they did a good mix of foods from around the world.&nbsp; You could usually get something to suit most tastes.<br><br>The atmosphere was relaxed, but the decor was simple, easy on the eye.&nbsp; But the place had a sense of welcome, everyone who entered came again.&nbsp; And Henri always greeted them.&nbsp; He never seemed to leave the place, always lurking with a menu or a bottle of wine.&nbsp; He bustled over now, menus in hand, gesturing to a waiter, speaking in a rapid spurt of French.&nbsp; She grinned at him.<br><br>"Ahhh my dear Miss India" he purred, his accent thick and exotic, "welcome, welcome all.&nbsp; I have some very good things for you, fine wines, delicious foods." He explained, handing out menus.&nbsp; "We give you few minutes then we return, enjoy, enjoy" he fussed, chasing the waiter away with another rapid burst of French.&nbsp; <br><br>India grinned at them, "this is why I love coming here.&nbsp; It never changes.&nbsp; Henri never changes" she told them with a slight chuckle.<br><br>(http://imgur.com/iC3jd.jpg)
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 04:56:15</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin Alexandros;&nbsp; With India, Lulu, Isaac, and Andrew at Ingrid's.</strong><br><br>Andrew looked about the establishment, unused to eating out but happy for the experience.&nbsp; He'd been out to places like this before, just he wasn't a common face was all.&nbsp; Part of that was because his folks had kept him in the car to rot while they ate inside the building more times than not, being 'kind' enough to bring him scraps.&nbsp; Still, it could have been far worse, but it had been bad enough all the same as he sat down between India and Lulu somehow since he hadn't planned it at all.&nbsp; Being approached by Henri, Ronin had to chuckle along with his new friends as he smiled up at the guy when he rushed by them, a cloud of French spouting from his mouth the whole while.<br><br>"Come here often I see.&nbsp; Nice place, I can see why you like it here.&nbsp; Henri seems charming enough."&nbsp; Ronin agreed, shrugging his black jacket off before hanging it on the back of his own chair before sitting down and getting comfy.&nbsp; "I do have to say I ain't used to this kind of thing."&nbsp; He admitted, a little embarrassed as a red tint came to his cheeks.
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				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 05:05:35</strong>
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				Issac Therman - <strong>Indigo's Bistro</strong> - <em>Sitting with India, Lulu, Andrew, &amp; Ronin, chatting and deciding what to eat</em><br><br>Issac was eager to start eating. His stomach was about to tear him inside out, it almost felt like. It hungered for meat, and Indigo's was certainly the place to get it. However, he could not decide on what he wanted. Did he want the New York strip steak, or did he want the ribeye steak? There were too many good choices, and not enough time to enjoy them all. He had a few minutes to decide, though, so he thought as he chatted.<br><br>"So," he started, hoping it would spark a conversation, "have any of you woke up late, and then had something happen to make you even more late? That's what happened to me today. I woke up late, but then the elevator didn't come until fifteen minutes after I pressed the damned button I was about to lose it, I have to admit."
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				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 05:08:18</strong>
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				Andrew had not been to this place, but he had been to places like it. The waiter made him laugh. The outrageous over the top way the French went about their job always did.<br>He looked at the decor and the charm of the place was clear.<br><br>The upbringing and lifestyle he was bought up with, meant he knew manners and decorum.. He would always be a gentlemen outside of work and caring enough to customers. It was important, after all they had money, and he loved money.He knew how to take charge too, if need be and the power of his smile, he knew how to use that too. He hoped that all his charms would ingrain himself to the delicious dishes seated at the table about to order a fine repast. <br><br>He felt like home. His family had a big house and loads of antiques and loved to display them. He took a chair and held it out for India and then Lulu and waited for them to sit. He perused the menu and took a look at the wide range of exotic delights therein. The two women on the table were delights to him too. <br>His mind saw a picture of them India, she would have handcuffs and such it would&nbsp; be not suprising to him she had a penchant to such erotic pursuits. She was working at the leading gallery of such imagery, it must have some interestand impact on her.<br><br>Food and sex always a combination. It was why people had dates at restaurants the chance to talk and fill their mouths with tastes of inspiration..<br><br>"So India Lulu what do you reccommend here?"<br><br>He shuffled in his seat as he gazed into the eyes of the two deletable ladies sharing his table.
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				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 05:32:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Emilie8.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>At Indigo's, browsing the menu...</em></span></div><br>The trip over had taken more time than she'd originally thought, along with a few additions to the original party of three. Good thing Indigo's was just a few blocks away from the gallery, otherwise her lunch break would be over before they arrived. India wasn't lying when she said that the place was one of the many popular eateries to pick and choose from, Indigo's was cozy and most importantly - affordable yet filling.<br><br>It didn't take long for her to decide, too many trips had already left her a regular in Henri's mind and when nothing new popped out on the menu, Lulu had a tendency to just fall back on her favorites. From steak to salad, the bistro never failed to satisfy...but being a bit short on cash she picked out one of the lunch specials. The good old cheeseburger platter with a generous helping of giant onion rings on the side, this Southern belle couldn't resist a bite of a juicy burger. Along with a glass of raspberry iced tea, and a small soup or salad, it all totaled to under $15. <br><br>When Henri returned with glasses of water for the group, bustling with endless good cheer and enthusiasm as usual, she placed her order before sipping at the ice water. "Eh," she shrugged at the mention of being late...it seemed to be her specialty after all. "I dunno, I'm happy long as I'm at my post before the boss lady comes round." Lulu seemed to have a habit of showing up at least fifteen minutes late everywhere, any earlier was a minor miracle.
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				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 07:26:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce - Chez Antoinette | Lunch with Matilda</strong></div><br>Nodding and the like in turn, Shawn listened intently to her response; he took in every nuance to her words. Admittedly, Shawn didn’t know the rules of acting and such but he was sure he had heard quite a few accents both on stage and in films. Why was it needed for her to change her accent and learn to speak like “an American” when this was one of her most interesting of qualities. In fact, Shawn couldn’t help but shake his head at the fact she needed to work on her accent. “Your accent is part of the package, dear.”<br><br>But when the questions came to him, and his life, it was a totally different story. Shawn thought for a quick moment, if he should dodge the answer. He thought what the best way to tell her he not the most legal of ties when it came to his money, though used the same semi-lie he’d used in the past.&nbsp; “I work with a number of individuals who use my services to import and export.” Shawn took a careful and calm bite of his foot, sipping lightly at his soup then taking a small bite of his ruffage. “And I was born, right here, in this city. Traveled for awhile, did a few things, but this has always been home.”<br><br>“I have even been to those portions of Europe.” Shawn gave a slight wink, “A guilty pleasure.” Those words were to hint Matilda was very much his type.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 20:23:16</strong>
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				India chuckled at Henri, turning her attention to Ronin,&nbsp; “I love it here, it doesn't pretend to be something it isn't.&nbsp; Good decent food, at a reasonable price.” He told him, different to the places she attended as 'Delta'.&nbsp; But for her, for India, this was perfect.&nbsp; She smiled at Ronin, seeing he was a little nervous maybe, “just relax babe, Henri wont bite ya, I might but I bet you would enjoy that” she winked at him.<br><br>When Issac spoke India chuckled.&nbsp; She had a deep throatly laugh and her chuckle made her boobs bounce. “Me its when I get on the bike, I tend to use it because its easier than cars, but you can guarantee when I'm late there's always some prat that's blocking the road that even my bike cant get through.” She told him, shaking her head in slight disgust.<br><br><em>”So India, Lulu what do you recommend?”</em> She heard Andrew ask, India smirked, “well I tend to enjoy a nice bit of rare meat.” She said, her eyes locked on his, “but the pasta is good here, and the steaks are just amazing.” She told him honestly.&nbsp; “Depends what you fancy” she said, glancing at Lulu and winking.&nbsp; India enjoyed flirting, she liked men and women but a little male company would be fun and there were three here who appealed to her.<br><br>“So Lulu,” she said, pouring some water and offering it around to the others at the table, “or any of you, know of any interesting pieces being worked on?” she asked, Delta was looking, she wanted a new piece.&nbsp; Sometimes the best way to find out was to ask the staff.
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				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 20:37:39</strong>
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				Issac Therman - <strong>Indigo's Bistro</strong> - <em>Enjoying his time with India, Lulu, Andrew, and Ronin</em><br><br>Issac was glad to hear from Lulu and India that he was not the only one with the problem of being late. It made him feel that they shared a common nuisance. As he listened to them, he had made his decision to have the ribeye steak, medium-rare, with a bottle of A1 steak sauce to use for it. He almost began to drool at the thought of the taste, his belly so empty and his mouth so eager. <br><br>He also watched Andrew eye the two lovely ladies that they were seated with. He could not help but chuckle at him; it was as if he came only to ogle them. Still, he did not blame him in the slightest; both of the two ladies were quite a sight to behold. However, he showed some common courtesy and kept his eyes away from anywhere lower than their necks, feeling that it was rather appropriate for the situation.<br><br>"Glad to hear that I'm not the only one who's late," he said with a warm smile. "I just hope not to make it a habit; I love this job, and I'd hate to be fired because I didn't wake up in time. At least I live in a room at work, so I can keep being late to a minimum. I find that rather convenient."
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 00:05:59</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin Alexandros - Enjoying his own time with present company...</strong><br><br>Ronin didn't have a very good poker face as India saw right through him it seemed.&nbsp; He coughed and almost laughed at the same time, becoming a bit redder in the face as he realized what she was hinting at.&nbsp; Still, she had a point....&nbsp; "Ah...ahem, I probably...would.&nbsp; Still, thanks for the offer and all India.&nbsp; At any rate, I have to agree, though again I haven't been to many places like this.&nbsp; I will admit it wasn't by choice."&nbsp; He wasn't about to go into the details here, not with so many curious ears as he clammed up and looked at the menu in a hurry though he didn't really SEE anything for several moments.<br><br>When he calmed down enough, Ronin offered a weak smile to his table mates and thought of ordering a simple salad and a side of mashed potatoes, as well as a soda to go.&nbsp; "I don't usually have much of an appetite for anything else."&nbsp; He said with a shrug, turning to Isaac as he spoke about not being late and all.&nbsp; "I hear you there.&nbsp; I can't afford to not show up since this is my first real job in all honesty.&nbsp; Sure I worked at the library to raise enough money to at least keep me in my apartment and what have you, but this is the first job I was actually ready for since I went to college to be a model and all.&nbsp; Hopefully I stay a while, you know?"
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				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 03:11:02</strong>
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				<div align="center">Andrew Murton Dining at Indigo's with pleasant company</div><br>Andrew was sitting opposite India and Lulu but more directly across from India. He smiled at her comment " a nice bit rare meat' and he almost choked on the glass of water.<br>Lulu was attractive he liked her hair. India was sultry and her flirting with her eyes did not escape him. <br><br>"Thanks I was thinking of a steak but I was looking at the Cajun chicken. I also noticed some nice sweets here. If you don't mind I am happy to pay for the drinks. Ronin a strapping lad like you should get something more than salad pal. Anyway. "<br><br>He stopped what he was saying and sipped his water again. He thought he could drink those lips of India and Lulu. His thoughts of the two of them and adventures he could have was already making him hot. His foot brushed against the leg of India and the toe ran up and down her ankle. He looked for a response. It was too early to be being so bold. He stopped himself and turned to Issac.<br><br>"It's a matter of time management they tell me. But I have never worried about being late. I think stress is in the mind and is caused by giving a care. You should be care free and not allow work pressures to dictate your life..<br>Sleep well drink plenty of water and plan your day. If you need any help about that I am good at time management. I am here to work for the studios to do odd jobs and answer phones and assist in whatever way I can. So seeing you are staying here in the building, don't hesitate to pop by and ask for help. ."<br><br>He turned and faced Lulu and smiled.<br><br>"I am here to help any of you. I am not sure who I am assigned to. I think it is Kitty, but I like to help anyone. If it will improve relations.' Andrew said.<br><br>He found himself smiling again and looking at India. Henri arrived to take orders and Andrew buried his face into the menu. He was a confident man normally, so why did he shake like a bowl of Jello right now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 23:55:06</strong>
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				India was enjoying lunch.&nbsp; She liked to get to know the new folks, but it was also great to converse with those who she had worked alongside for a while.&nbsp; She chuckled, made general chatter and listened to other voices and thoughts.<br><br>“Its handy having those rooms, I would be out on my arse before now if I hadn't had that room” she told him, she had had a few close calls, but she always made it on time.&nbsp; “You'll find out we're very relaxed over the road” she told him with a smile, “if you're late I'll just have too visit you with my crop.” She flirted, knowing if they knew the truth they would never believe it.&nbsp; She was a submissive beneath the work clothes, but she never turned down the offer of fun sex.<br><br>Turning her attention to Ronin she gave him a gentle smile, encouraging she hoped.&nbsp; “dont try to hard to impress Ronin” she&nbsp; said to him, “be yourself, you are quite charming, and I look forward to seeing you on canvas” she said with a wink, maybe Delta would like him too, she liked handsome men, but he was more, there was a depth to Ronin.&nbsp; She winked at him as she sipped her water.<br><br>India nearly spat the water into the glass as she felt a touch on her ankle.&nbsp; She looked across the table, Andrew.&nbsp; Yes that didn't surprise her, he had that sense of being the bad boy who would enjoy a quick, rough fuck.&nbsp; And he had a room at the studio.&nbsp; Maybe she should have a party for three in her room.&nbsp; Private of course.&nbsp; She raised her eyebrows at him, then reached for a breadstick, slipping it between her lips and slowly with drawing it, she teased the bread with her tongue, her eyes on Andrew's.&nbsp; He wanted to play, she would certainly give him a run for his money.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 00:15:49</strong>
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				Ronin about gagged on his own drink when India spoke to him, trying not to laugh at what the girl said about taking a crop to another of the gang at the table.&nbsp; Still, he was in agreement with what she said about the rooms and how they were a lot of help since he wouldn't be able to live in any of the apartments in the city for long since he didn't have the funds to pay for such a place for any length of time.&nbsp; He smiled though at what the girl said to him, glad for the compliments.&nbsp; "Thanks India.&nbsp; I'll take your advice to heart my friend.&nbsp; You aren't too bad yourself.&nbsp; I'm looking forward to doing what I can for you when the time comes."&nbsp; He countered, and then blushed deep red at what she did next in Andrew's direction.&nbsp; He had never had sex before, and considering the erotic show with the breadstick, Ronin was having trouble concentrating on his own food as he dug into his salad that had been brought to the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gensokian</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 00:33:34</strong>
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				Issac Therman - <strong>Indigo's Bistro</strong> - <em>Trying not to lose it as India teases both him and Andrew</em><br><br>Issac was starving, and India was using a breadstick to tease Andrew. Now he was feeling a need to satisfy two of his bodily functions at the same time. His stomach was about to kill him from the inside, so he reached for a breadstick of his own, taking a bite and chewing slowly. As he swallowed, he could feel the piece hit his stomach, it suddenly happy to have something in it. He smiled at India, feeling that a bit of dirty joking would not hurt the situation.<br><br>"So, is that what you'll be doing with that crop if I'm late?" he said to her in a playful tone after taking swallowing another bite off his breadstick. "That would certainly teach me...something, at least. I might need a few more lessons after that, though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 02:30:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Matilda...having lunch at "Chez Antoinette" with Shawn Pierce.</em></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Matilda cocked her head as she listened to him. As much as she enjoyed talking and especially talking about herself, she had been rather awkward around him so far. Okay, so awkwardness wasn't unusual, but generally she talked when she was nervous, and she'd been quiet...well, quieter than usual...around him. Either way, she enjoyed listening just as much, and he was mysterious enough to warrant a real interest by her.<br><br>Perking up at his mention of her native land, and then smiled and chuckled slightly at his mention of the girls.<br><br><strong>"I have to admit that Scandinavia does produce some rather beautiful specimens."</strong><br><br>Grinning, she sipped at her water and then changed the subject.<br><br><strong>"Thank you for settling for a headshot. Thinking about some of the...other...things that gallery produces makes me very nervous."</strong><br><br>She didn't mention that it also made her very aroused.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 03:03:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce - Chez Antoinette | Lunch with Matilda</strong></div><br>If Shawn were to be truthful, he’d be telling Matilda he did want more; he wanted to see her in quite the many positions and involved with quite a few interesting ideas beyond this. Shawn would tell her just how much she had driven him to almost lose a client by the way he was distracted by thinking about her the day before; the man would explain that his desire and current fascination was driven by her uniqueness, by the fact she was a woman one could never find within the city and almost impossible elsewhere. To say he was infatuated would, perhaps, be something of an understatement; all this as she spoke, his head giving a light nod as his food was eaten with the best of manners; making sure to clean his face softly with his napkin as any gentleman should.<br><br>Checking to make sure those around could not hear him speak, and keeping his tone low just in case, “Although I do not wish you nervous....” Shawn paused then shook his head, “No. It is too early to be thinking about such things when you first shoot is so close, and I’m sure you’ll do exquisitely.” It was then that Shawn’s eyes closed, “I know just where it shall go. There is a spot,” His hands go up as if he’s actually seeing, “This one spot. It’s in my dining area and is lacking the face of a beautiful woman who’s hair screams a fire-red.” Opening back up his eyes and relaxing his hands, he smiled. “It shall be as if you are sitting at my table as I enjoy every meal. Almost like a lover.” A sudden thought popped into Shawn's head, how much time had he spent with Matilda? He had said he would return her before noon was up and did not need to be holding her, this would be rude... but, perhaps, he could be a <em>little</em> greedy with the girls company.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 03:41:03</strong>
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				<div align="center">Andrew with India who is playing with her food</div><br>Andrew couldn't believe his eyes. The beautiful India appeared to be felliating that bread stick. He felt sure the table was rising from the floor as the eyes of the diners gazed on her playfulness. He had his own wicked thoughts flow through his mind. He saw her tied and bound in leather straps, she was in black lace bra and panties. She was on her knees and the face full of erotic pain and pleasure as she did the best work on his manhood. He could not ever see that becoming a reality. She would be a more the take charge type. Her comments on the riding crop intimated that. Yet he had met women before, the power control types in work life, who liked to be sub in secret. India didn't appear to be that, but one should not judge a book by it's cover.<br><br>"You are enjoying that bread India. I think the starch is good for you and it has put starch in more than collars here.: He laughed.<br><br>He raised his leg and ran it up her leg again. He also felt something or someone else touching him. <br><br>"I don't think the air conditioning is working in here. It's getting a little warm." Andrew joked.<br><br>He gulped down the glass of water and was thankful his meal had arrived. He was wanting something to keep his hands busy.<br><br>There was a lot of shop talk and it was helpful as Andrew didn't know all the ins and outs of the place. But he was sure getting an education now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 02:44:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Emilie8.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Lulu Bennett -</strong> <em>At Indigo's, enjoying lunch...</em></span></div><br>As they all waited for their food to be served, idle chatter soon took a different turn and Lulu practically snorted with laughter when she noticed how all three men were suddenly uncomfortably silent as their eyes did an awkward dance of looking from India and her breadstick to anywhere else except her luscious lips. "Try not to scare them off, India. We all know you're too much woman for them to handle," she commented jokingly. <br><br>When Henri returned with their meals, Lulu couldn't help but notice how odd her plate looked compared to Ronin's. A hearty burger and fries next to a healthy salad. She couldn't decide whether it was just due to him being a model, or if he was apparently vegetarian. "Are you sure you don't want something besides a salad? We <em>are</em> at a bistro after all." <br><br>While she waited for his response, she picked up her knife and sliced the burger clean in half and plopped one half onto his plate. "Here, I know you models are forever watchin' yer figures but seriously, this burger's delish. And I can't finish it myself anyway." A reassuring wink as she popped a fry in her mouth, she eyed Isaac's steak. "How's the rib eye? Looks tasty."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 02:57:27</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin Alexandros at Indigo's trying not to die of embarrassment...</strong>&nbsp; ((Lol.))<br><br>His mashed potatoes and salad, with the soda he had on the side was hard to concentrate on considering what was going around the table.&nbsp; Andrew wasn't helping matters at all as he looked between him and India, but at last Lulu stepped in and asked India to take it easy on the men.&nbsp; He breathed a sigh of relief, glad someone was thinking with their head instead of their dick...or other sexual organ as he looked to the red head beside him.&nbsp; When asked if he didn't want something more than his salad, Ronin silently shook his head no.<br><br>He offered a silent thanks and almost stopped the girl when she cut her burger in half and gave him the other part.&nbsp; "Um, thanks...though I was ok with what I had."&nbsp; He hadn't ordered it because he didn't know anything about them save from what he saw on TV while he was growing up.&nbsp; They hadn't looked all that delicious to him, but the smell before him was quite intoxicating as he picked it up and took a bite out of it, and immediately fell in love with the thing as he eagerly tore into the burger, forgetting the rest of his meal until it was gone.&nbsp; "First burger I ever ate until today.&nbsp; Thanks Lulu."&nbsp; He grinned from ear to ear, finishing up his food quickly after that and savoring his drink.&nbsp; "I do try to watch what I eat, but exercise keeps the excess fat off thankfully.&nbsp; Growing up in a rough house will make anyone realize a good and healthy figure might just save your hide when you're running for your life."&nbsp; He immediately put a hand to his mouth and turned red as a stoplight, realizing he had said far too much.&nbsp; "Crap...."&nbsp; He muttered behind his hand, slowly letting it fall.&nbsp; "Nevermind..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 04:26:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Matilda...finishing up her lunch with Shawn.</em></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Tilly smiled and her heart seemed to race as he stared at her. When he suggested that he might want more, she tensed, but luckily he changed the subject. She didn't want to admit how much the thought of doing the more erotic things at Waxing Rhapsodic turned her on. Swallowing, she smiled and took another sip of water as the waiter took their plates away and they were left alone.<br><br><strong>"I'm glad that you're looking forward to the picture. I hope it turns out alright."</strong><br><br>Then she couldn't help it. She had to ask.<br><br><strong>"You seem to have originally wanted a more...erotic...shoot. What...er...I mean...what exactly would you want to see in a photo of me, if you had your way?"</strong><br><br>Her voice lowered a bit, and her blue eyes held his as she waited...leaning forward. Suddenly she felt her foot touch his beneath the table, and she nibbled her bottom lip before taking another risk. His statement...<em>like a lover</em>...had given her rather pleasant images in her mind, and she licked her lips before letting her foot slip out of her shoe. She seemed to debate her next move before deciding to go for it. Lifting her foot, she trailed her dainty toes up his leg...over his pants for now...sensually.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 07:16:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce - Chez Antoinette | Finishing Lunch with Matilda (And Then Some)</strong></div><br>As Matilda took a sip of her water, Shawn did the same with his juice finishing up what was left of it and giving it to the waiter with a nod as the table was cleaned and the two were left alone. Check on the table, Shawn was about to pick it up when Matilda began to slowly prod him with curiosity. A trait Shawn held rather high, something he tended to encourage in others no matter the situation. “I want what you are comfortable with,” Was his first response (admittedly a bit pre-programmed at this moment) however when he felt her toe touching the outside of his leg. The was keeping him at just the right distance, making sure to show interest and keep interests all the same but, at the same time, playing slightly coy.<br><br>Seeing her move forward, Shawn did the same. His breath having a hint of sugar and citrus from the drink; a pleasant aroma but not over powering... and as he moved closer, her eyes looked a brighter blue than he’d ever seen and her mouth, the way she licked at her lips, he wanted to kiss her but he knew so much better. “However, if I had my way,” It was now that Shawn grinned slightly, his hand moving stealthily along the table and reached up to allow the tip of his finger a gentle graz along the bottom of her chin. “You are bare, your hands would be bound above your head, perhaps with cuffs or the more comfortable satin rope, and eyes covered by a piece of cloth that not only accented your skin but brought out the brightness of your hair; perhaps a purple or dark blue of equal cloth softness. Your body would be held in a place of your comfort but,” He paused for a brief moment as he thought of exactly the perfect way he wanted to ultimately see cute little Tilly, at least as of now and he was certainly beginning to excite himself as he did so. “But would be showing the way you curve, the way your body accents itself perfectly. Lighting would accent the special way you sparkle; showcasing the light I see within you.” Again he brushed her chin but then he pulled back and sat himself up firmly, “However I am no artist and expect those with an eye for their art would do my ideal and your beauty far greater justice.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 18:46:38</strong>
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				India - a lunch with Lulu, Ronin, Issac, Andrew<br><br>Lunch had certainly been an eye opening event.&nbsp; She had behaved once the food arrived, the chat turning to shop. A few little slips appeared, like when Ronin let slip a bit about his past.&nbsp; She could see it hurt him, and he still had issues with it, she hoped he would come out of his shell, he had a lot to offer the studio.&nbsp; She was sure which ever photographer he was with would help him.&nbsp; At least she hoped they would...was it Kitty?&nbsp; She seemed to remember he mentioning her.&nbsp; He certainly had enjoyed the burger.<br><br>Then there was Andrew, someone to definitely hook up with at sometime, she liked to have 'friends' round, maybe he should receive an invite soon.&nbsp; She watched him eat, flirting with him harmlessly, Issac enjoyed a flirt as well it seemed and she waggled her eyebrows at him, giving him one of those that's for m to know looks.&nbsp; But it was good to get to know the new folks and spend time with those already known.&nbsp; India liked to know people, she was a great watcher of people.<br><br>But time went all to quickly, the check came, folks paid and then it was back to work.&nbsp; The chatter was friendly and she was glad they had gone, Lucho was always fun at Indigo's.&nbsp; Now it was back to work, and she wanted to keep an eye out.&nbsp; Delta wanted a new piece, and she was curious to see what was being worked on.&nbsp; She would have to do some snooping, see if there was anything to tickle her fancy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 04:17:08</strong>
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				<br><br><div align="center">Andrew India Issac Ronin and Lulu finishing lunch</div><br>Andrew enjoyed the food and the company surrounding him. Lulu was rather cute he thought. Ronin and Issac seemed like good chaps, and he thought that this bunch might just be great to work with. It was India though that got under his guard. He tended to stay aloof with the females in this industry. Most of them seemed more trouble than they worth. It had been a lesson he had learned early on, <em>don't date models</em> and he had broke that rule and found out why it was good advice. He had been hurt by the flighty and backstabbing. <br>India wasn't a model, but she sure had the looks, and the chance to get to know her, perilous as it may turn out, was worth the risk.<br><br>"So I guess that's lunch. Very nice food. A good choice India. Issac, Lulu, Ronin I look forward to working with you all.<br>It's been great but I really need to make contact with a couple of people here. I would like very much to do this again." Andrew said.<br><br>He waited till the ladies rose from their seats, before he rose from his, and then followed the group out. When they were out he stopped India and stopped her as they entered the door to the lobby.<br><br>"Thanks for the invite. I would like to catch up late once I am done with errands and meetings. Would that be okay? And you said Kitty was on the fourth floor right? I have to see the boss too I hope I don't get fire first day for being tardy" He went on.<br><br>He waved the others goodbye&nbsp; and walked forward to the lobby.<br>He entered the lobby gazing into the eyes of the wonderful woman in front of him and thought he could just swim in those eyes and wondered what trouble he could get into. His look on his face was so readable, he was sure she could read his very thought he had . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 04:27:05</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin Alexandros;&nbsp; Heading back to WR with his lunch mates.</strong><br><br>Ronin quickly finished his meal, not saying another word after saying far too much though he did listen to the others talk shop and other things as well.&nbsp; The food was good, just as Lulu and India had said it would be at this Bistro, and the abuse survivor was glad he had been able to come along as he leaned back, a contented look on his face despite the fact he didn't smile.&nbsp; "Thanks for the food and the company.&nbsp; I am looking forward to whatever comes next at our giant gallery and studio.&nbsp; Hopefully I find where I head when we return."&nbsp; He replied, standing up and getting his jacket off the back of his chair and slipping it back on, following the others to the door.&nbsp; He wasn't sure who to talk to now, since he didn't know any of them enough to do so.&nbsp; He did indeed still suffer from his past, but he was indeed better than what he had been when he had first come out of his parents' house many years ago.&nbsp; Still, the scars, while not visible, were still there as he followed the group back to the lobby.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 06:55:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">It is now:</span></strong> <br><br><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Day 3 <em>(ends Sat, Nov 13)</em></span><br><br>Day 3 will <strong>end</strong> on <em>Sat, Nov 13</em>!<br>Sun, Nov 14 - Day 4 <strong>begins</strong>! </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 02:42:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>Tedara Bistro and Bar</em></span></span><br><div align="center">(http://www.thelaughgarage.com/phoanecian%202.jpg)</div><br><br>Carolina walked into the familiar, strong contrasted bistro and glanced about for a waiter. Sure enough, a young woman wearing all black and a purple apron appeared next to her holding a few menu cards and wearing a big, friendly smile. <br><br>"Welcome back, miss. Your table is ready right over here , if you follow me..." She walked on before Carolina and lead her to a table by the window. "Can I get you anything or will you wait to order until your company arrives?"<br><br>Carolina smiled and took an offered menu, gesturing for the girl to put the others down. "I'll have a latté and wait for the others to arrive to order the rest." She watched the girl nod and leave. She had a good feeling about this meeting. The gallery was a real treasure and if everything went as well as it seemed to promise, she'd have a lovely addition to her collection. A priceless addition, really. She leaned back in the chair, crossed her knees and waited for the others to arrive. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ink Slinger</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 14:25:14</strong>
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				~Neviah Larkin at Tedara Bistro and Bar to meet Caroline et al~<br><br>Nev walked casually into the Bistro, right on time, in her preferred business meeting attire.&nbsp; A Black pants suit with red satin camisole top beneath the jacket.&nbsp; Both jacket and pants had been tailored to fit her perfectly.&nbsp; Today she wore black peak toe pumps with ensemble and carried a sketchpad in her hand.&nbsp; She wasn't much of an artist with paper and pencil, but it did help for taking notes and roughly sketching out what the buyer wanted.&nbsp; Her blond waves were loose, falling about her shoulders. <br><br>The same waitress that had greeted Caroline approached Nev.&nbsp; "Ms. Larkin, good to see you again." <br>"Good morning." Nev smiled back.&nbsp; "I'm here to meet a Miss Caroline Cartwright-Williams." She said politely.<br>"She's here already.&nbsp; Right this way." The young woman turned and led Nev to the table where Caroline was seated.<br><br>"Good morning," Nev smiled politely.&nbsp; "Miss Cartwright-Williams, how very pleasant to meet you." She extended a hand for the other woman to shake before having a seat.&nbsp; "I am Neviah Larkin, but please call me Nev. Ms. Mayobi sent me to meet you and discuss the piece you would like to commission." <br><br>Caroline was nearly exactly what Neviah had expected-confident, gorgeous and stunningly put together for the brunch meeting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 23:24:16</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Morning of Day 4: 5 AM...</span></strong></div><br>The time when night is at its darkest, the silence most complete. It is during the dead of night that a keening wail of a siren is heard throughout Waxing Rhapsodic, its cries echoing throughout the neighborhood. <br><br>Those within the building are roused from deep sleep, for some it seems naught but a dream as they slowly regain consciousness only to find that the insistent sound was not just in their dreams. For others, the violent tug of the blaring alarm has all but dissolved any thoughts of staying snugly curled beneath warm blankets. <br><br>The air feels heavy and foreboding, yet an electric current of anticipation is evident as well. Something is definitely wrong as light switches are clicked on and off, only to flicker feebly and die out completely. All that's left are the emergency lights filling the floors with a red glare from each 'Exit' sign.&nbsp; <br><br>The smell of sulfur is faint at first, stirring pleasant memories of a Christmas fireplace from the back of the mind, though soon smoke is followed by oily soot and the only thought is to escape the building unharmed...<br><br><br><br><br><strong>(All players are to have their characters safely exit the building. I will not determine how you get out of the gallery, but there should be no major accidents and absolutely no deaths. If you require paramedic attention, there are EMT's and ambulances on site along with the firefighters.)</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 02:51:31</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin Alexandros - Waking up to watch his new home burn down.</strong><br><br>Ronin had enjoyed his dinner with Paul and Lulu at the Waffle House the night before, but this morning wasn't going to be good.&nbsp; Having taken a long hot shower to take care of the black onyx body paint, the 'Drow' was erased, he having returned his costume pieces that he had borrowed from the makeup room before hand.&nbsp; He had fallen asleep on his face on the bed, a small smile on his face from such a good time with his two new friends.&nbsp; Lulu was pretty cool, and Paul was just hilarious in Ronin's opinion.&nbsp; Smelling smoke as he got up to go to the bathroom, Ronin turned fast and saw smoke flowing from somewhere else in the building!&nbsp; He didn't take the time to grab anything, rapidly knocking on other people's doors as he ran and screaming at the top of his lungs about the fire.&nbsp; By the time he reached the bottom floor, he was panting and wheezing from smoke inhalation and his knuckles were bloody from knocking on doors so much along the way.&nbsp; Standing on the other side of the street away from the building, Ronin looked up and gasped at what he saw.&nbsp; Fire...was consuming Waxing Rhapsodic!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 03:38:20</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Standing and watching it all burn...<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Bastiaan05.jpg)</div></div><br>“Neuken...” he swore, a rarity for the man, but it was all he could think of at the time.&nbsp; <em>Where's Aline?</em> the thought hit him like a tidal wave of cold water.&nbsp; He looked over the growing crowd of people filing outside, searching for her.<br><br><em>Come on...Aline, where are you?!</em> he had a look of worry cross his features.&nbsp; Slowly he began to pace, <em>Where are the firefighters...where is she?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 05:48:28</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>City Streets</strong> - <em>Escaping the building</em></div><br>Paul was having a most wonderful dream when Ronin's yelling woke him with a start, and he almost knocked Lulu off of the couch next to him. He blinked and looked around. <em>The hell?</em> he thought, then the events of the night came back in a blur. Dinner at Waffle House served up scattered and smothered with dirty jokes and absolutely hilarious innuendo. Good times. He yawned again, and glanced down at the woman uncurling herself from where she'd been pressed against him. They'd fallen asleep, and missed the movie! Paul shook his head. How was she supposed to appreciate such a classic when she couldn't even stay awake?<br><br>Smoke tickled at his nose, and he coughed; suddenly, Ronin's words echoed in his head. <em>Fire?</em> "Lulu, wake up." Paul shook her slightly, then stood, pulling her up with her. "We've got to get out. The building is on fire." The building was filled with smoke, and he could hear the alarms as they suddenly started screaming. He lead the way to the stairs, making sure that Lulu was right behind him. Outside, the joined the crowd across the street, watching as the building went up in flames. He looked around for the others, staff and friends, who worked there; thankfully the sound of sirens filled the air, and big red trucks began converging on the scene. "Come on, you bastards, get out," he said, looking up at the broken windows, and hoping that everyone was safe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 11:56:08</strong>
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				<strong>India Decru</strong> <br><br>It was always strange when something pulled India from the depths of her sleep.&nbsp; India was the sort of woman who needed sleep.&nbsp; And lots of it, she couldn't manage on just a few hours, she needed a whole nights sleep.&nbsp; The auction had been fun, she had won the pieces she wanted, which was always a bonus.&nbsp; She had come to bed alone and was fine with that, she enjoyed company as well as being alone.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't even know what time it was when she woke.&nbsp; And something wasn't right.&nbsp; She laid in bed for a few moments, sniffing the air.&nbsp; Then it hit her.&nbsp; Smoke.&nbsp; She could smell smoke and burning.&nbsp; Someone was on fire.&nbsp; Throwing the covers back she was instantly up.&nbsp; She wore spiderman Pjs, not very sexy but workable.&nbsp; She didn't keep much here, only the basics she needed.&nbsp; She slipped sneakers onto her feet and then moved from her room.<br><br>The corridor was hazy, smoke was wafting around and there was the sound of startled people shaking of the vestiges of sleep and trying to get to safety.&nbsp; India being the type to take charge if the situation needed it began to herd any she found to the emergency exits, making sure they headed down safely.&nbsp; She could feel the smoke in her lungs, it was hard to breath, but she carried on, moving down the stairs.<br><br>By the time they burst out of the building and onto the street they were all coughing, all feelings the horror of what was happening.&nbsp; The gallery, the studio their homes were on fire.&nbsp; The street was busy, fire trucks, EMTS all there.&nbsp; India moved the group she had found from the building, towards safety, she caught sight of a few people, but it was obvious not everyone was out of the building yet...<br><br>“Come on” she whispered, shivering.&nbsp; She stood watching as the building they had grown to love burnt, tears in her eyes, at least she had her loft.&nbsp; But this had been home.&nbsp; She wondered what they would do now.... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 23:00:24</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>Dazed, bewildered, and worried...</em></span></div><br>Dinner at the Waffle House had been pleasant and full of laughter. As the trio returned, Paul and Lulu had lingered at the staff lounge to chat before heading back out in search of an open store with the Star Wars boxed set. It was true. She's never seen Star Wars yet and everyone who's ever found out had given her the same reaction. "Oh my god? Are you serious? You <em>have</em> to watch it!" Though so far Paul was the only one who had actually gone a step further as they returned to the quiet lounge with movies in hand.<br><br>It was already late to begin with, and seated on the comfortable couches, Lulu's eyelids started drifting closed and she struggled to keep them open only to see double as she attempted to stare at the television. Soon enough, sleep had grabbed at her...only to be abruptly snatched away with an insistent shaking. She heard someone yelling as if from miles away and tried to shrug away the person who was telling her to wake up. Then suddenly she was being pulled to her feet. <em>The building is on fire.</em> What? Her mind was sluggish as was the rest of her, then suddenly everything became less dreamlike and sharpened as her mind finally began to focus. <br><br>"What?!" she heard the edge of panic in her own voice, letting Paul lead her through the hallways and then the stairs. The sound of others' confused yells and directions of 'This way!' assaulted her ears. Just as soon as everything seemed unbearable, they were outside. Clean, crisp air eased the coughing from her lungs and she quickly joined the rest of the confused group outside. It was a moment before she looked around and felt slightly relieved as she spotted familiar faces. Ronin, India,...was that Bastiaan? <br><br>...Where was everyone else?...An icy fear gripped at her, and it had nothing to do with the early morning cold.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 06:12:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Courtney Rivers - City streets walking back</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/courtneythumb.jpg)</div><br>The brisk early morning coolness tickled Courtney's body,&nbsp; her leather jacked draped over he dark red corset was the only thing keeping her arms warm while the black fishnet stockings slipping up under a black skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks was the only thing between her legs and a certain cold.&nbsp; She walked slowly, recapping the events of the evening.&nbsp; The bar full of guys and girls, the usual half-hearted attempts at approaching her that generally resulted in some sort of a snide comment and copious amounts of alcohol.&nbsp; And then she came along...the redhead with piercings in her nose and a white shirt that just barely showed the transparent lace bra underneath.&nbsp; She had stopped to order a drink, but as with all thing in nature magnetic attraction will always take over.&nbsp; They had talked and danced and talked and eventually they had kissed.&nbsp; It was one of those dancing in a corner staring into each other's eyes type of moments, where the earth spun a little faster and the two bodies drifted closer together until they were touching.&nbsp; The rest of the night would have turned out to be a flurry of flying clothes and naked skin, but the girl...'Amber' had needed to be up too early to truly enjoy the experience.&nbsp; <br><br>Courtney smiled happily, lost in her thoughts as she turned the corner near the alley where WR's main door was.&nbsp; Startled out of her thoughts by the screech of a firetruck which nearly ran her over, she looked to see where it was going.&nbsp; Panic seized her mind as she realized it had turned down the alley.&nbsp; Lights of all sorts were flashing off of the buildings nearby as cars and pedestrians mulled about in their pajama's staring down the alley.<br><br>Walking faster now, almost running Courtney reached the corner and her mind screamed as she saw smoke drifting out of the main door.&nbsp; Frantic she searched the crowd for familiar faces. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 07:54:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">Andrew finding his way out of the smokey haze</div><br>Andrew had smelt smoke when on the ninth floor and altered kitty and helped her to get out of her office, grabbing as many valuable&nbsp; photos and art work. Once he was sure she was clear and made his way down the stairs to a safer floor and with his hands full on framed art works was now desperate to catch up with India. She was security and she could make sure the art works, the dozen or so in his arms, a battle to carry them but he was strong and soon found his way to the ground, and out on the street.<br><br>He saw India, doing her duty of helping others. It bought a smile to his face, she was more than just a beauty, and smart, but a carer. His dad would say, she is a keeper son.<br>He gave her a weak, tired wave, and placed the frames carefully on the ground.<br>Andrew looked around and saw quite a group from the gallery. It looked liked no one had been lost in the fire and he was thankful for that
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 18:48:28</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin - Looking for people he knows.</strong><br><br>A crowd had begun to gather outside the building.&nbsp; It looked like everyone from the gallery had survived, but it was far too early to tell, and it was definitely too early to celebrate since everything he owned was going up in smoke at that very moment.&nbsp; Things could be replaced, but it still hurt to see it happen anyway, but the newest member of the WR team was more worried about the few friends he had made out here.&nbsp; Lulu, Paul, where in the Hell were they?&nbsp; "Paul, Lulu?&nbsp; You guys out here?!"&nbsp; He called out, as dozens of other people were trying to find their own friends among the crowd.&nbsp; Sirens from the firetrucks and ambulances blocked out most of his calls, but Ronin wasn't about to give up as he saw a flash of red hair and made his way through the sea of people.<br><br>Seeing Lulu at last, Ronin stopped in front of her, unsure if hugging was a good idea in this mess though he badly wanted to considering how their morning had begun.&nbsp; "Glad you made it Lulu."&nbsp; Ronin called out, a look of sheer relief on his face as coughed a few times, his lungs still a bit bothered by the smoke he had inhaled on the way out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 19:43:56</strong>
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				India was so relieved to see her friends and colleagues make it to safety.&nbsp; They looked the worse for wear.&nbsp; She saw Andrew and made her way to him, "are you ok?" she aske him, her eyes searching his face.&nbsp; She saw the pictures and canvases he had and looked around, seeing a door way that seemed out of the way.<br><br>"Lets put those in there, its out of the way of the water" she said, picking up some of the prints and putting them in the doorway.&nbsp; She shuddered, "what do you think we do now?" she asked him, looking at the building that had been more than a place of work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 05:25:51</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>Watching her dreams go up in smoke...literally...</em></span></div><br><sup>Continued from Aline's studio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84437.0)...</sup><br><br>The harsh light from the emergency exit signs were merely red blurs to Aline's stinging eyes. Her breath rasped down her throat in ragged gasps, the cloth had long since dried. Streaks of soot showed where she'd roughly brushed away tears on her way down. <br><br>Mind blank by the time she reached ground floor, she wasn't quite sure what kept her moving towards the draft of cool air. It was a few more steps - or was it a few hundred? - before she was clear of the building. The early morning cold caressed her body and she realized with a shiver that she was sweating but didn't feel hot in the least. <br><br>Her eyes began to register the crowd, the shouting, the movement of firefighters and paramedics hurrying about. Someone steered her by the shoulders and led her to the side. Blinking from her stupor, ears still ringing, she realized she was no longer in the fiery maze. <br><br>But where was everyone else?<br><br>That icy panic seized her again and she scanned the crowd for familiar faces, a desperate feeling threatening to overwhelm her if she didn't spot someone soon. <em>Please...please let them be alright...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 07:47:31</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>Relieved, nagging thought in the back of her mind: Dammit, this was my favorite dress...</em></span></div><br>The confusion seemed to slowly be coming to an order of some sorts. Firetrucks and ambulances had arrived on scene, crowding the street with illegal parking and adding their own wailing sirens to the cacophony of the gallery's fire alarm going off as well as various shouts all around. <br><br>A crowd of curious onlookers were gathering despite the early hours. Some genuinely concerned, others flipping their phones out. For what? Taking pictures? Or updating their status messages? The thought passed through her mind automatically, without feeling, uncaring. The realization of it chilled her. When was the last time she'd felt so...cold?<br><br>The sound of her name being called roused her from her thoughts and she looked up to see a disheveled Ronin. It wasn't until she noticed that he was no longer dressed as a Drow that she realized she was still in the clothes she'd worn to the auction. A favorite get-up of hers that was now slightly ashy and smelled very much of smoke. A part of her mind was already trying to figure out if she'd be able to salvage it enough to wear regularly again, the other part was just glad to see Ronin. Another point that had slipped her mind, Paul was still holding her hand. Or was she holding his? Whichever it was, she reluctantly let go, not wanting to leave the comfort it gave and not wanting to cling to it either. <br><br>"Ronin!" Her arms swung around the model as she squeezed him into a hug, a compulsive action that she'd acted on without thinking. "You're alright!" There was relief in her voice, though the last statement seemed to be a question as well. Stepping back, there was concern in her eyes as she looked him over, waiting for a confirmation, <em>Right?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 09:13:21</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>City Streets</strong> - <em>Standing outside, talking with Lulu and Ronin</em></div><br>Things were moving too fast, it felt, and Paul simply looked around helplessly, itching for something, <em>anything</em>, to do to be helpful. He glanced up at the second floor, and sighed; both his bike and his camera, his two most valuable possessions, were up there, and quite likely ruined. A voice intruded on his thoughts, and suddenly Ronin was breaking through the growing crowd, smiling and waving at them. Paul felt a wash of relief that he was also ok; suddenly, however, his hand was empty, and as Paul looked down he realized that Lulu had let go of it, and instead had moved over to hug <em>him</em>.<br><br>Jealousy's serrated edge cut with surprising swiftness through bone and flesh, and shock alone, at the situation, at the fire, at the magical evening that had preceded it, kept him from acting at that very moment. His vision swam, and he felt light headed and dizzy, a condition he feared had little to nothing to do with smoke or fire. Instinct screamed at him. <em>Escape, and seek time to find balance, and center!</em> He shifted uncertainly; on the one hand, that would be best, to find time to cool off, and figure out why the hell he was reacting so strongly; even then, however, another voice teased cruelly. <em>Just imagine what will happen if you <strong>do</strong> leave...</em> Everything about the situation was dangerous, and he could feel his hands balling into fists; he forced them open again, forced himself to relax, and took a deep breath of charcoal air, before letting it out in a whistling stream. "I'm...."He paused for a moment, and considered his words carefully before continuing. "...glad to see you're ok," he finished, much more calmly than he felt, and honestly, as he thought more about it he was glad, even if he felt like beating the model into a pulp in a misguided effort to protect something that wasn't even really his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 10:55:26</strong>
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				<strong>India</strong><br><br>India stood with Andrew, the others gathered around the street watching.&nbsp; She was keeping a look out for Aline and Lulu, she had accounted for most, there were a few still missing.&nbsp; India was a woman who took her job seriously.&nbsp; She was security, she looked out for them, these people were her friends, and she needed to know they were safe.<br><br>When she saw Aline appear, guided by a firefighter she moved swiftly, grabbing a blanket from EMP and glancing at Andrew, a look that said stay there.&nbsp; She then gave him a half smile before rushing to the woman who had lost so much in a few short minutes.<br><br>"Here Aline" she said, placing the blanket around her shoulders.&nbsp; She saw Ronin, Paul and Lulu together and she guided Aline towards them.<br><br>"Is everyone alright here?" she asked, her arm around her employer and friend, "who's not accounted for?" she asked, looking around.&nbsp; She was trying to think, but it was impossible to know who had been in the studio, she hoped everyone was safe..<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 11:23:44</strong>
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				<br>Andrew was glad he had caught up with India. He was glad to put the art work down and take a rest. He was a little messy with soot and dust. He looked at India and acknowledge her motion to put the art away safely.<br>He needed a drink.<br><br>"I need a bottle of Fiji water or something classy. What is that stuff Madonna puts in her car, Avian, yeah that's the stuff."<br><br>He watched on as Lulu and Aline made their way out of the smoke and soot and India had his hand in hers, but released it to attend to them. He nodded he would wait where he was and found a place by the sidewalk to sit. He had found the refreshing liquid too and gulped it with gusto.<br>He was alive, and it seemed that everyone else was too. As far as he was concerned it seemed that, at least that, was the best of a bad situation.<br><br>He watched India as she helped others, he liked that about her. So may people in this industry don't give a shit about anyone but themselves. Here was one who cared. She might just be someone to have in his corner. He had had his share of users and abusers, of his trust, and his time he had enough of that in life.<br><br>He knew a cozy little place she might want to go to with him when this was done. He wondered if she would. He sat and watched the action in front of him like he was in a 3D movie and wished he had popcorn
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 21:40:26</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin - Catching up with Paul and Lulu</strong><br><br>Ronin blushed immensely as he was hugged by Lulu.&nbsp; He didn't know what to do as he looked to Paul for help, but he stopped, seeing a hard edge in the man's face.&nbsp; Jealousy?&nbsp; Wha...why was he displaying jealousy for this?&nbsp; He didn't understand as he gently wrapped his arms around her in turn.&nbsp; "Yeah...I'm alright, other than our home is going up in smoke."&nbsp; He replied, gently disentangling himself from the girl as he looked to Paul.&nbsp; "Thanks Paul, I'm glad you're alright as well.&nbsp; So...what do we do now?"&nbsp; He asked, hoping there was something that could be done now that WR was gone or heading that way at any rate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 03:48:45</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid with Morgan, continued from Morgan's studio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85535.msg3935157#msg3935157).</em><br><br>After he grabbed his things, she budged the window open at his instruction.&nbsp; Ingrid was worried but she trusted the man to know what he was doing.&nbsp; She hated just leaving, but with the building on fire there was little that she could truly do about that.&nbsp; Hooking her foot into the ladder, she slid it down and then climbed down quickly, holding it for him to meet her. <br><br>Floor by floor, they worked their way down, the smell of cigarette smoke hitting her nostrils, followed by the acrid scent of the building burning.&nbsp; <br><br>With her chest heaving, they got to the bottom and she turned and flung her arm around his neck, her lips pressing against his cheek.&nbsp; "Thank you, Morgan," she said quietly, clinging to him for the moment.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 03:55:45</strong>
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				-Morgan is going to try to not botch this, continuing from Morg's studio-<br><br><br>Morg followed Ingrid and did not let her out of his sight, knowing full and well he would have to pay dearly to Aline, and Ingrid herself, if anything happened. He stayed right on her hip, following her down the switchback of metal that was the fire escape. He had traversed the heights before, it was a favorite way of avoiding Aline on her bad days. Which, when dealing with him, were far more often than the good ones.<br><br>He got to the ground with Ingrid and was about to say something when she embraced him. He thought about it for only a split second before he wrapped his arm about her waist and gave her a hug.<br><br>"We are out Ingrid, now," he perked up, the sounds of sirens off in the distance, but nearing"we need to get the hell out of the way. The pros are coming to work and I for one am not getting under foot." He started to walk Ingrid away from the building, looking for the others, not voicing his concern if they all made it. Silently he hoped no one would be lost.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 04:38:47</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid with Morgan, outside the building</em><br><br>Her first thoughts were of a hotel room, though not because she needed one.&nbsp; The adrenaline in her system had her on wide alert though before she'd wanted nothing more than to go to sleep.&nbsp; She noticed that his feet were bare and knew that he would need some new shoes.&nbsp; She doubted that he even had his wallet.&nbsp; Not rich but nowhere near destitute, she knew that she would help people get clothing.&nbsp; <br><br>She kept a storage unit with odds and ends that she had gathered on her travels, from art to whatnots and everything in between, though her favorite things were up in the burning studio.&nbsp; So was Daniel's jacket that she'd been unable to part with.&nbsp; She silently bid it goodbye and only hoped that the firemen could get the fire out before it consumed everything inside the building.&nbsp; <br><br>The wailing sirens and then the men at work got her attention, surprising her that her head didn't hurt any more.&nbsp; The pounding of her blood through her veins and her near panic had pushed it right out of mind. Literally. <br><br>"Yes we are," she whispered and then kissed his lips softly, wishing now that she'd thought to brush her teeth.&nbsp; She didn't move to deepen the kiss, not at all, but did recognize what she was feeling.&nbsp; It was survival, the type of thing that made people want to do something that made them feel alive.&nbsp; Simultaneously she was both ravenous for food and sex.&nbsp; <br><br>Ushering them away from the building and toward the others, she noticed several familiar faces but her heart froze in her chest, panic seizing her when she didn't see Aline.&nbsp; "Where's Aline?" she called loudly, trying to be heard over the din of workers, radios, blasting water hoses, and the fire itself.&nbsp; The morning was lit up with flashing lights reflecting off of faces and the growing wet concrete of the street. <br><br>"Has anyone seen Aline?" she called, worried for her best friend in the whole world, the only female that she fully let into her heart.&nbsp; Her voice was terrified, her fear reflecting in her eyes, which turned to the top floor that Aline occupied.&nbsp; Fuck. FUCK!&nbsp; "ALINE!" she called, hoping that the woman would appear in the crowd, her hand squeezing Morgan's arm tightly in her fright. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 04:56:38</strong>
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				Anthony – Outside, after the fire. Of all the things to be wearing…<br><br>After Anthony had bid the other trio a farewell, he had made his way to his room, having shrugged off catching up with the newly arrived Ingrid. He was still slated as her assistant, so they’d see each other before long anyway. Of course, that was before the smell of smoke and the fire alarm ignited his own senses. Anthony didn’t like the idea of dying just because he didn’t want to compete for someone’s affections&nbsp; while waffles were served, so the first on the list was ‘don’t die.’ <br><br>Fortunately enough, the second to-do was “Save laptop”. He was able to disconnect it from a few expendable items and have it bagged inside of 20 seconds. Last, but not least, and certainly in connection with number one was ‘geddafuggout’. The fire escape actually worked as advertised, and everyone was pretty well ordered about the whole situation. It was funny how that kind of thing worked in crisis situations…either everyone completely lost their shit, or there was enough calm to go around.<br><br>Finally, he stood there as smoke escaped to the sky, dressed in a green lantern suit and feeling anything but powerful. His laptop bag was slung over his shoulder, and he felt lost. Probably looked lost on top of it. He couldn’t do much but shake his head when a first-responder asked if he needed oxygen. He didn’t need air. He didn’t know exactly what he needed in that situation, but it was certainly not air. “I need a fucking drink” he said with deadpanned finality.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 07:27:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Courtney Rivers - In the crowd outside the studio</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/courtneythumb.jpg)</div><br>Continuing to move through the crowd, Courtney noticed one or two random people exit the building or be escorted out by paramedics, the she saw Aline being led off to the side of the crowd by a paramedic.&nbsp; She followed, recognizing a group starting to form from the employees of the studio.&nbsp; Courtney hurried over to the group.&nbsp; Everyone had looks of confusion, dismay and exhaustion on their faces.&nbsp; Many still looked as if they were fighting smoke inhalation or stress from the fire, but all were alive.&nbsp; <br><br>"Does anyone know what happened?"&nbsp; She asked as she approached the group.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 20:02:37</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>Numb...</em></span></div><br>As her eyes strained to search through the crowd, India found her before she spotted the security guard herself. She let the blanket be draped across her shoulders and automatically her hands went up to tug it tighter around her. It was then that she realized her robe had ripped in places during her hurry, and as she was led over to the small group from the gallery she noted that one of her slippers were missing.<br><br>Relief washed over her upon seeing the others, yet it was strange. Almost as if she weren't actually <em>there</em>. With a dull start, she realized what it was that had been bothering her. Everything seemed dreamlike, unreal. The entire situation was surreal. It couldn't possibly have happened, couldn't possibly be happen<em>ing</em>. This was just a bad joke, a nightmare, and she'd wake up soon. Right?...Right?<br><br>Aline felt as if she were watching the events play out on a screen, not actually a part of the scene but a mere spectator on the side. Detached. Staring up at the building, she watched as the flames licked greedily at the structure. Tearing and eating away at the only thing she'd managed to make for herself. The only place she had eventually been able to proudly call 'home'. The image burned itself into her eyes, the brightness leaving behind afterimages of the furious inferno belching smoke and spewing ashes. <br><br>With a start, she felt a tear trickle down her cheek. At the same moment she heard a familiar voice calling her name through the wail of sirens. <em>"ALINE!"</em> Ingrid. It was Ingrid. Ingrid! Where was she? Looking in the direction where she thought she'd heard her friend, she eventually spotted the other woman. "Ingrid." The name came out as a cracked whisper past dry lips, but something in her stirred and reanimated her for a moment. Jumping up, the blanket fell to the ground as she waved her arms frantically to catch their eye. She noticed that Morgan was right behind Ingrid and relief poured through her chest, filled with a happiness that she had been lacking just seconds before at seeing the two alright. "INGRIDDddd!" <br><br>Even as she waved, her smile shrank a fraction as a nagging thought picked at the back of her mind. Bastiaan. Where was he?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 21:27:01</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid, calling for Aline, finding her. </em><br><br>From somewhere she heard Aline's voice, shouting her name and then saw the woman frantically waving her arms.&nbsp; &nbsp;Letting Morgan go, Ingrid ran to her friend and almost collided with her as she threw her arms around the small woman's body.&nbsp; Hugging her tightly, she burst into tears and kissed her friend all over her face.&nbsp; Planting one large one on Aline's mouth, she hugged her so tightly that she worried for a moment that the owner of the studio might crack, and ended up lightening up on her grip.&nbsp; <br><br>"I was so scared.&nbsp; Terrified.&nbsp; How'd you get out? Are you okay? Oh fuck, Aline!" Brown eyes reflected the worry plaguing Ingrid's heart and mind.&nbsp; Where was Morgan? She turned her head and saw him, as well as her assistant.&nbsp; She gave him a smile, her heart thudding with her relief at seeing him again, safe and sound. <br><br>Carefully, she let Aline go, afraid that she might've squished her too hard and gave her a lopsided grin.&nbsp; "We need to do a head count. See if everyone made it out."&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 20:35:25</strong>
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				-Morgan with the entire scooby gang... I think -<br><br>Morg, for once, remained mercifully quiet, either lacking the one liner or quip ( not likely) or deciding that he had just avoided death by fire, death by Ingrid, and serious maiming by Aline so pushing high strung artists may just be a little much ( this was most likely.) for the evening. He trailed behind Ingrid, a look of genuine happiness on his face as he saw that Aline was indeed alive before Ingrid tried to crush her into Aline-mush. <br><br>he stood there, camera bag over one shoulder, a new cigarette going into his mouth, wearing nothing but pants. Again, the gods had a sense of humor, the night had started off with him getting in trouble for the last time he didn't wear pants.&nbsp; He took a moment to reflect, and to push through the items in the camera bag. Netbook, charger, two camera's, A thong that might have been Aline's... that got pushed into a small interior pocket... Several memory cards. <br><br>Morg looked up, around, glad people were out and ok, and wondered how much they would actually be able to save.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 01:36:24</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>Getting turned to pulp...</em></span></div><br>"Oof!" Before she had a chance to respond in any way, Aline practically fell backwards and instead staggered a few steps back as Ingrid threw her arms around her in a vicious bear hug...and commenced trying to break her bones out of affection. "I-Ingrid." She gasped and patted the other woman's back weakly in an attempt to be reassuring while still trying to breathe. "Ingrid, I'm fine but I'm going to pass out soon if you don't let go."<br><br>She felt herself warming, a layer of frost melting as her chest warmed with her friend's frantic affections. Squeezing her back in a tight hug, the smaller women just let herself be content for a moment. That detached feeling was still there, but not as evident. Instead, it was as if Ingrid's worries helped to ease Aline's own and restore the calm that had eluded her earlier. She could cry her eyes out later...but not in front of everyone else. Even if the gallery was burning, even if her home, her dreams...Firmly, she pushed the thoughts away, the hot prickling of tears already threatening at the back of her eyes. No, now was not the time.<br><br>Brushing back Ingrid's tangled hair, she noted with a grin of her own that both of their faces were smudged with ash. Twin streaks trailing clear streaks down their cheeks. "We're a mess, but we're safe and that's all that matters right now." Her own lips found the other woman's full ones before tiptoeing up slightly to place another on her forehead. "We can exchange stories on how we got out later, but you're right, a head count's priority right now." That familiar tone she used for business was back in her voice, the facade already in place.<br><br>Pulling away somewhat reluctantly, Aline wasn't completely confident that she'd be able to stay as calm as she was pretending to be, she spotted Morgan and her eyes lit up. Relief, happiness,...a quick few steps closed the distance and her arms had wrapped around his neck in a hug as well. Not nearly as forceful as Ingrid's had been, but still full of enthusiastic affection. "Good to see you, even if you are missing a shirt." Then again, she wasn't one to talk herself with her own clothes a mess. <br><br>Her expression grew serious as she unwrapped her arms, and turned to survey the crowd, trying not to stare at the smoldering building - the fire now mostly put out. "Let's get everyone together. Maybe even breakfast at the waffle house so we can...figure this out." It was the first sign to catch her eye as she stared down the street. A meeting was inevitable. She needed to sort this out, but mostly...she needed the support. <em>God, what the fuck is going to happen to us now...?</em> The thought was grim in her mind as she began going around gathering the others with the help of Ingrid and Morgan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 12:47:52</strong>
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				<strong>India</strong><br><br>India took a step back as Aline was suddenly engulfed in a hug from Ingrid.&nbsp; She watched as her and Morgan embraced her, relieved to see her alive.&nbsp; Looking around India sighed, the gallery was a smouldering ruin now.&nbsp; What would happen to them?&nbsp; She was thankful everyone was hurt, but the real damage was yet to emerge.&nbsp; She sighed, running her fingers through her short hair and glancing over at the rest, seeing who was here, who was looking as if they were going into shock.<br><br>The waffle house was a good idea, get some warm drinks into folks.&nbsp; Most of them were wearing some kind of clothing, India's pyjama's were quite decent, she was glad she hadn't been sleeping naked.&nbsp; <br><br>Making her way to Andrew she lent against the wall, closing her eyes for a moment, "looks like everyone is out, we're going to the waffle house for breakfast." She told him.&nbsp; She knew the inevitable chat would come.&nbsp; Delta might need to make an anonymous donation.&nbsp; She couldn't have her favourite gallery and photographers without a place to call home now could she?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 13:21:02</strong>
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				Andrew had finished his water and was looking around and seeing that everyone was clear and out of danger, started to walk towards India. She looked fetching in her pyjamas and he didn't mind doing a little fetching if he had a chance. His mind back on sex, well at least he was getting back to normal.<br><br><br>He had been looking after the art work in the vestibules, knowing it's value and that it might be the last of the gallery left and worthy to display and get some money into the place. He watched as India made her way back towards him. She must have read his mind. He was hungry, all that energy sapped from carrying, lifting and the dismounting of stairs.<br><br>"Waffles. I could go for some Belgium waffles right now. Are we a little under dressed for a restaurant? Perhaps not. I think we should look into some sort of fun raiser to get the gallery back up and running. I was beginning to like that place. So are they going to be okay?"<br><br>He could see Aline and the others moving about and they looked like they were going to start heading to the Waffle House too.<br><br>"So India once again we are going out to eat. Does that mean it's a date, or is is this two dates? Sorry! Well it's nice that you're okay. It would have been a bad thing to have lost you."<br><br>Andrew wondered where that thought came from. Maybe his mind was still foggy, or it was the outfit she was clung too, or perhaps for the first time in his spoiled lifetime, he actually cared about someone else. It was a miracle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 16:31:45</strong>
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				Morgan trailed along with Aline and Ingrid, for now remaining mercifully quiet. He was slightly chilled, his normally pale skin seeming to take on a rather cold tone as they moved about, waiting for the fire and rescue workers to try and save what they could of the studio. He stubbed out his most current cigarette and followed along with the two women.<br><br>"Aline, hate to ask this as I know you are busy, but has there been a head count, everyone did get out yes?"<br><br>He looked to the younger woman, hoping to hear that his normal group of vict...er, fellow artists were all ok.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 20:21:08</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>10AM at the Waffle House</strong> - <em>Seated in a booth with Lulu, Ronin, and whoever else wishes to join</em></div><br>The warm crush of the staff of Waxing Rhapsodic on the walk back to the Waffle House had held off the chill of the morning air, and had dulled the gut reaction he'd had. He'd even managed to joke a little with Ronin and Lulu, returning some of the easy interplay they'd had the previous night, when things had seemed so simple and straightforward. Now, seated back in those mustard yellow booths with nothing to his name beyond the clothes on his back, he felt incredibly alone, even surrounded as he was by folks in similar straits. He'd already given notice on his old apartment, and the landlady had been quick to replace him; now his new home was gone as well, and he didn't even have transportation to get back to school. He glanced dully at the others, many of whom seemed to be in better spirits. Obviously some of them were worse off; after all, many were dressed in pajamas, if that, and it seemed that a few owned nothing more than whatever blankets and scrubs the EMTs had been able to scrounge up. Paul recognized that he should be grateful, if not for being fully dressed (albeit in full 70's flashback garb), then for at least health, life, and limb.<br><br>Somehow, though, his mood refused to improve, and he found himself looking across the table, where Lulu and Ronin sat pressed against each other in the overpacked booth, the table sagging under the weight of empty dishes and still steaming cups of coffee. He smiled absently at the two of them; behind the mask of affable affection, however, he analyzed his feelings with dispassionate distance, trying to figure out where that cold blade of jealousy had come from. After all, it wasn't as if Lulu had expressed any preference <em>at all</em>; the girl seemed to possess a vexing mix of bright curiosity and dull obtuseness. It was like she was smart but not observant; intelligent, yet dense as lead, and Paul wondered why the hell he found her attractive. Well, besides the obvious. His gaze flicked to Ronin, and Paul wondered about him, as well. The expression on Ronin's face when Lulu had hugged him had suggested he'd seen the emotion in Paul's; the wonderment of it, however, suggested an innocence of motive and action. Paul wondered if he'd even had reason to be jealous in the first place. After all, they're all just friends, right?<br><br>He sighed, and smiled again, genuinely this time, even if it was tinged with sadness. Emotion was a funny thing, and Paul wasn't quite sure which way the wind was blowing through his yet; however, even if he'd lost all of his stuff, he still had friends, and that alone was worth a better mood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 20:31:25</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid with India, Aline, Morgan, and whoever else is near</em><br><br>Hungry, though not for food, Ingrid's gaze turned predatory and locked on Morgan, hunger flicking in the flames of her eyes as she looked him over.&nbsp; "Alright. I'm going to see about getting a hotel room. If anyone can't afford it, you point them my way, but I'm not paying for someone who can, I'm nice but not that nice."&nbsp; She snickered and moved closer to Morgan, her desire for him burning like the fire behind them. <br><br>She could quash it, right? Surely? <br><br>[Will pick up at the Awful Waffle later.]<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 16:55:51</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>Contemplating the next steps...</em></span></div><br>After the head count, it was a relief to see that everyone had managed to make it out safely. As the group slowly converged at the Waffle House, some seemed to be in better spirit than others. Aline herself still felt slightly dazed, as if everything would shatter in a moment. <br><br>Picking at her food, she managed a few bites before settling with just pushing her eggs from one side of the plate and back to the other. When everyone seemed to have gotten their fill, the chatter seemed forced as if they were all waiting for something. Just as she was. Except she didn't know what to say.<br><br>Putting her fork to the side, she looked around the overcrowded table, at the people who she had become dependent on and some she even deemed 'family' almost. Where would they go now? "Guys," she paused as if not quite sure what to say, "I'm glad everyone made it out safely, and I'm sorry you all got caught up in the fire." Everyone had undoubtedly lost something, whether it be physical possession or mental attachments. "I don't know how much of the gallery can be salvaged...but from the looks of the building before...probably not much." She could hear the defeat she felt in her own voice.<br><br>"I just want to say 'Thank you' to all of you, for sticking around as long as you did." Her voice quavered slightly but she continued with a small half-hearted smile, "Even though a few of you just joined us, I'm sorry you didn't get to experience Waxing Rhapsodic's full potential." Here, she stopped and looked distant for a&nbsp; moment. The quiet lasted for a minute or two when Aline seemed to snap back, her eyes roved over them again, stopping briefly at each face before she finished softly, "But now that the gallery's gone, I won't ask the unreasonable and expect all of you to stay...I can't guarantee anything and...and honestly, it's probably smarter to start looking elsewhere. " Her voice cracked near the end but Aline managed a weak smile -- though it held no traces of amusement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 04:06:11</strong>
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				Anthony had shuffled into the waffle house with the rest of the group, though he was on autopilot more than anything else. He ordered an omelet…damn the waffles, and seemed to get lost in the crowd. That was amazing, considered he looked like a damn superhero, but this was the city…people were already use to people like him, and no one asked questions. He loved the city. Around him was the buzzed of hushed conversation. The “how could this happen?” question thrown around more than once. Tony couldn’t say one way or the other…he didn’t even know how to feel at this point.<br><br>He’d heard Aline speak and took a bite of his omelet, before he spoke. It would have probably been the only real indication the man was around since he got there.&nbsp; “The building…is just a building. The works lost, though priceless to us all, could be replaced. Not recreated, but replaced. I’ve only been here for a little while, but I’ve seen some talent here. Real, honest-to-god talent, and as long as the talent stays, the art won’t stop, and if the art doesn’t stop, then we’ll always have a gallery…” he almost hated drawing the attention to him, but the dream wasn’t the building…the dream didn’t die. She just needed to be informed of such.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 05:24:47</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid, at the Waffle House</em><br><br>She'd gotten a room and hadn't had time to sate the appetite burning in her lower abdomen, though she planned to as soon as she got out of there.&nbsp; Whether Morgan was willing or not, knew it or not, or whatever, she was going to tie him to her bed or… something.&nbsp; She couldn't get the need to attack him out of her mind, not even as she chowed down on her scattered, smothered, double covered, chunked, diced, and whatever else she had in her hashbrowns.&nbsp; Mushrooms. Didn't they call it capped? <br><br>As Aline began to speak, she looked up and shook her head, there was no way that Aline was blaming herself for this.&nbsp; "Why they hell don't we get to stick around? We can always start over. Fuck that, Aline, I'm sticking around. I know that we can make this a great company, like it was.&nbsp; A building is just that, like Anthony said, a building and material possessions are always replaceable. We have memories and we've all had good times. And you've never been one to give&nbsp; up before. Why now? It's just physical shit.&nbsp; He wants to," she said, pointing her fork toward her very luscious assistant. "I want to. You've got a photographer and an assistant right there.&nbsp; I'm sure that plenty of them want to stay."&nbsp; If Aline picked now to start a pity party, Ingrid would just kick her ass. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 06:31:58</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin - with Paul and Lulu, listening to what is going on and trying to figure out what to do now.</strong><br><br>Ronin noticed the upset around him through his own pain of losing everything to his name, but at least he was alive.&nbsp; Still, no shirt, no shoes, no pants save for his boxers was pretty depressing even for him.&nbsp; At least the EMTs had been able to give him a blanket and some scrubs, but that really didn't help his mood.&nbsp; Then he looked to Paul, Lulu, Ingrid, and everyone else that was around him, and Ronin gave a weak smile as Aline and then others spoke about rebuilding their home.&nbsp; It made him stand up, a determined look in his eyes as he spoke up.&nbsp; "They're right.&nbsp; I haven't been in this city for four days only to give up now.&nbsp; I didn't travel across the country to let this stop me, and I don't think anyone here can give up either without kicking themselves in the ass for it later down the line.&nbsp; Where there's a will, there is a goddamn way.&nbsp; Aline, I'm in, you can count on that."&nbsp; He hoped others would say the same or he'd look like a total ass right about now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 12:11:48</strong>
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				<div align="center">Andrew in Waffle House enjoying the food and company.</div><br>"You know it is just a building and no lives were lost. Aline is fine, we all are and no one can be blamed for what happened. These old buildings tend to have a few hazards that can spark up. It's good to see everyone here.<br>Besides i did manage to save abut fourteen works of art from the gallery. It isn't much but at least a start."&nbsp; Andrew explained.<br><br>He wanted no one to think he stole the art work.<br>He looked across at India and gave her a wink. He scanned the room and saw faces he had met briefly in earlier encounters at the lunch meeting..<br>He had his order of sticky waffles and quietly tucked in to them with manners and dignity. His eyes glanced up and down India, wearing a little less than she might have wished to in public. Andrew was going to complain. The men were handsome and the women beautiful. He was thankful to be in such pleasant company.<br><br>"So what happens now? I guess it's rebuilding time Aline? If I can help in any way. I am a dab hand with a paint brush." Andrew asked.<br><br>He licked his lips to taste the maple syrup on his waffle and rolled his tongue across the sticky sweetness that had parked itself on his mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 15:57:40</strong>
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				-Morgan with the entire Sgt. Pepper's Band at the awful Waffle-<br><br>Morgan had no idea that Ingrid was planning his Earthly demise, nor did he have a clue that she was raring to do it now. In that, not quite macho, but 'this is what I subsist on, the black blood of creativity, give me my coffee now you whore' moment, he sat, shirtless, in a booth and listened to the others. In front of him rested a single cup of coffee that had been refiled at least three times over the legal limits. It really had been to no one's surprise when he had pulled the airplane sized bottle of Jameson's whiskey from one of the many pockets in the camera bag, the barest hint of lace caught on the bottle before quickly disappearing from view, and added its contents to the coffee. <br><br>Yes, it was 'Oh my god early' in the morning and Morgan was shirtless,&nbsp; drinking in the Waffle house. In some alternative reality, everything was righted and in balance. <br><br>"Well, before we jump ahead, not that I am jumping anywhere," he looked around to everyone, " I&nbsp; imagine we all have insurance. So long term we can recoup a lot of material that was consumed, and we do not even know what is salvageable from the building at this point." It was an obvious sign of impending doom when Morgan was acting calmly, but he did not seem pulsed when the involuntary shudder started in people around him, he was just that cool. Or, more than likely, he didn't notice as he started to drink himself sober.<br><br>"We are also a rare breed in that we have been known to work on credit, and I imagine that some of us even have reputable sources to gain temporary financing, I mean banks and not loan sharks contrary to what you think of me, " he ashed the non existent cigarette and continued. "So I am sticking with Aline."<br><br>His comment seemed to make no sense, well, it more than likely didn't to anyone but himself. He did have a desire to add that if he had slept with Ingrid and then left, Aline would hunt him down and use his balls as a hackey sack, but he didn't not want to give the the high-strung gallery owner any ideas. He went back to his coffee, his wonderful cup of caffeiney goodness, and finished the middle of the epic monologue he was going to deliver in his mind. Really, everyone should make the same jumps he did and be thankful he just skipped to the end.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jaberwok</strong> on <strong>08-12-2010, 20:44:51</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>10AM at the Waffle House</strong> - <em>Seated in a booth with Lulu, Ronin, and whoever else wishes to join</em></div><br>Paul had turned in the booth to listen to people as they spoke in the next booth, and he twisted to lay a hand on Aline's shoulder. "What's that old saying?" he asked. "'In for a penny, in for a pound?' Well, I think most of us are way beyond even that." He smiled, and looked around at the others. "So, what now, then? Obviously we can salvage what we can, but the building will need to be renovated. Where will we go until then?" He swallowed hard as he thought of his bike and his camera. "And not all of us had insurance for our things. I know I would appreciate still being able to work, at least enough to get back on my feet and replace some of what I lost." He glanced back across the table at Lulu and Ronin. "Hell, good things might even come of this. You never know, right?" He cracked a grin as he glanced back over at Aline. "It's the starving artists that become rich and famous, right? So this is just the next step to world domination!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 06:25:00</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Wondering what's next...<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Bastiaan05.jpg)</div></div><br>He stood there for a long moment, a cold detachment to the whole proceedings, a familiar voice breaking into his thoughts.&nbsp; The owner of the voice was that raven haired girl that Bastiaan had met a few days hence.&nbsp; “No, Ms. Rivers...All I know is waking up to smoke and leaving...I'm glad you're alright.” His voice was devoid of inflection, a droning monotone sound, his eyes caught sight of Aline in the distance as he saw her becoming the center of a growing group of others.&nbsp; “Perhaps we should follow along with the others, Ms. Rivers?&nbsp; Did you manage to bring any of your belongings with you?”<br><br>He adjusted the buttons on his shirt, having dressed in a rush and not buttoning the shirt in the first place, he felt a bit odd not wearing a full suit.&nbsp; “Well, do you feel like a coffee, Ms. Rivers?” he inclined his head towards the heading of the group to the Waffle House.&nbsp; “My treat...” he softly chuckled as he started heading with the rest.<br><br>Part of him wanted to go and be with Aline, to comfort her as he knew she had to be in shock or in pain, or both.&nbsp; But he knew he should wait, speak with her in private, <em>Best not to have such a discussion in front of others...I should check my savings...</em> he thought absently as it began to dawn, fully, upon him that he would have to find a place to stay.<br><br>Later, when everything had calmed down, he sat at a table and listened to everyone.&nbsp; Most importantly he listened to Aline and her giving the rest an opening to abandon her.&nbsp; Bastiaan scowled at the thought, he'd promised her father that he'd watch over her if anything had happened to her parents and he was a man of his word.&nbsp; He was pleased to hear the voices rising in chorus to let her know they weren't going to do just that.&nbsp; “Aline,” he spoke finally when there was a break enough for him to do so, “I've nowhere else I'd rather be, I promised you two years of service before retiring and I don't plan on leaving because of some damned fire.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 16:02:13</strong>
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				Morg listened to everyone else speaking, which, in turn, meant he was quiet. This is what most people would assume was a win. With him quiet he could not intentionally, nor unintentionally, anger or insult anyone. Well, that was not entirely true, he could anger and insult people using only a variety of hand gesture to signify his general contempt of others. This time, however, one hand was wrapped around the java provider, that is what others called a "cup," and the other held an non existent&nbsp; cigarette. Morgan was deep in thought.<br><br>There were many people, that had they realized this, would have much preferred him to be his normal verbose asshole self. Morg deep in thought was roughly akin to giving a chimpanzee methamphetamines, a hammer, and a high yield warhead before locking them in an enclosed area. Nothing good could come of this combination. <br><br>Morgan slammed back the coffee and thumped the empty down on the table. he pulled money from a clip in his pocket down, leaving a rather obscenely large tip. What, the server put up with his shit, he made it worth it.&nbsp; He stood on his bench, and for a moment looked as if her were about to walk barefooted across the table, before he turned stepped over the back of the bench and onto the one behind it. The people there were a little shaken for a moment as the shirtless, shoeless, camera bag totting lunatic joined their meal.<br><br>"Pardon me, " he said in his most polite manner, luckily, there was a lack of early morning profanity. He stepped down to the floor walked back to his table. He gave a rather disturbed, bloodshot stink eye to everyone at the table before softening and looking to Aline.<br><br>"Aline, you know this town, you know places. Sorry I cannot be sweet, I am an asshole. Get you shit together, get us a place to work and display and then get the word out that there is going to be a survivor's auction, in a month, of pieces we can salvage from the fire as well as other works. You are the only one with the stones and the connections to do it." Morgan's voice did not raise, instead it was remarkably calm, again, another warning sign for those who knew him well. " You are the best at this, you know the right people and can do this." He looked again to everyone,almost challenging them to argue his next statement, "And while we wait around for the insurance company to slow jack us and fight over every dime we need to work. We need to get our shit off the ground. Its time to drink, fuck, and make art. I got one down, that means I am in the lead."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 07:39:46</strong>
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				Sitting quietly in a nearby booth, listening to the discussion, Courtney quietly sipped on a cup of bitter warm coffee.&nbsp; The events of the night were all running around recklessly in her mind, leaving a lot of questions and uncertainty.&nbsp; One thing was for sure, she wasn't sure how much of her worldly belongings had survived, or how she was going to live without the job she had moved halfway across the country for.&nbsp; She had 'hitched her wagon' as the old saying goes to Aline and Waxing Rhapsodic, there wasn't much now to do other than tough it out.&nbsp; <br><br>"I think you should try and rebuild Aline.&nbsp; A lot of us dedicated a lot of time and effort to make the Studio work, we need to see if we can make all of that work pay off some how.&nbsp; I'm in."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>18-12-2010, 03:41:33</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>A myriad of emotions - determination shining through...</em></span></div><br>Surprise showed clearly on her face at the sudden outbursts, the votes of confidence. How could they still hold so much hope in her? In Waxing Rhapsodic?<br><br>As those seated around her began chiming in, smiles on their faces despite current circumstances, Aline felt that oppressive feeling of defeat waver...waver and slowly be replaced by a warm rush of gratitude. Of confidence. Of determination. <br><br>Eventually, a broad smile was on her lips as she looked up to face her waiting audience. Her eyes were overly bright, she was blinking far too often. Tears were on the verge of spilling over again, but she held them back. Even if they were tears of happiness, she felt she couldn't start bawling again. Not now, not when they expected an answer from her. An answer from their usual boss, the Aline who was always so sure of herself.<br><br>"You're right." The words left her lips as a hoarse whisper, clearing her throat she began again, that familiar tone of voice back in place. "You're all right. This isn't the end. Waxing Rhapsodic isn't over, it's just begun. We've only just started to make a name for ourselves...and it's too early to stop, to give up." Dewy brown eyes traveled around the table, stopping briefly on each face. "Isn't that right?" <br><br><em>Right. It's too early to give up now...</em> Firmly, she repeated it to herself mentally before continuing. "As long as I have support from all of you, I know we can get through this and the gallery will be even more amazing than before." She finished this with a lopsided grin feeling refreshed despite wearing tattered pajamas and slipper-less. Motioning to the nearest waitress, she motioned to the cluttered table when the woman arrived. "Check please, and you don't mind me borrowing your phone right? I can't seem to find my cell..." <br><br>Apparently Aline did manage to find her credit card and she dug through her bag and fished out her wallet. After exchanging the piece of plastic for an additional scrap of paper, the petite Asian would be found seated comfortably next to the cashier with the phone cradled at the crook of her neck, pen scribbling away on the back of a menu for the next several hours...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 12:52:50</strong>
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				-Morgan, Elvis is again leaving the building-<br><br>His impromptu speech and usage of profanity accomplished, the little Aline beginning to work much like the energizer bunny on meth, (but with no drum and a much nicer ass) and no one throwing sharp objects at him, led Morgan to believe that it was time to make an exist before he screwed something up. It was like his Karma meter had red lined, and if he did not leave soon a meteor would strike the awful waffle and he would get blamed for it.<br><br>Sometimes that is just how life works.<br><br>He made his way to the service stand near the front as Aline began her Ma Bell imitation. While she haggled and called, and even threatened ( Morgan was rather impressed by that one) people she spoke with Morgan ordered a coffee togo. He took a sharpie and, when Aline was not really paying attention, he began to write on her arm.<br><br>"Will you be mine, y/n xoxox? " followed by his cell number and his name. He did have the sense to draw little Devil's horns and a smiley face in the "O" of his name so she would not confuse him with some other Morg. He put the sharpie down before he got himself in trouble, hmmm, resisting temptation twice within 30 minutes, either a new record or the sign of an impending apocalypse.&nbsp; Either way, Morgan got his coffee and started for the door, his eyes looking for Ingrid to check on her one more time before he left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 19:31:56</strong>
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				<em>Ingrid, losing again.&nbsp; Waffle house with the others.</em><br><br>Morgan was leaving?&nbsp; She'd gotten lost in thought as Aline had started making her calls and was waiting to see what Morgan was going to do.&nbsp; She watched him leave and then stood, gathering her ticket and getting a cup of coffee to go at the register.&nbsp; Smiling, she looked down to see what horror Morgan had done to her flesh and tilted her head. <br><br>When she saw what was written on Aline's arm, she paused and returned to the table, wondering if there was something more to the two than she'd thought.&nbsp; She wasn't a monogamous person but she wasn't one to interfere either and if Aline had something going with Morgan, that made him off limits despite how badly Ingrid needed to shove him against a wall. <br><br>Feeling a bit flustered, saddened, and somewhat let down, she returned to the table, her heart in her throat and tears pricking behind her eyes.&nbsp; Blinking a few times and then faking&nbsp; yawn that she stifled with her hand, she fought the tears back, refusing to cry over something so silly.&nbsp; It was just too much of an emotional time and she supposed that she should sleep instead. <br><br>Sometimes she hated her morals but she wasn't going to hurt a dear friend with her actions.&nbsp; It was getting time to check out of the hotel for most, meaning that the cleaning crew was starting.&nbsp; She decided that it was time to get her ass back to her room and get some sleep before she did something stupid and regrettable.&nbsp; <br><br>"Catch you all later. Aline, you know my number." She kissed the woman's cheek before heading out the door, approximately five minutes after Morgan. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - City Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 15:37:05</strong>
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				-morgan outside the aweful waffle-<br><br>4amn, i thought you would never leave that place," morgan said to ingid by way of greeting. he was there, outside, shirtless, shoeless and with his camera bag over his shoulder. "do you have any idea how hard it was to be childish and juvenille while also not being a toital dick. i mean aline prolly remembers my number, hell, i know she knows yours. were the xoxo too much? i wanted to write my number on her forehead, but that might 'ave been a bit much. next rtime i get a sharpie around her i will have to be rude. something like hello kittie domanatrix or something."<br><br>morgan rambled for a moment while he lit another cigarette. his rant about being too nice an admission that the stunt was designed to hide that he was not a total tool. he gave a shiver. the adrenaline come down, caffeine fueled buzz was wearing off and it was cold out.<br><br>"fuck, ok, i need a bed, this shit is cold out here," he looked to ingrid. " split a room with you and fuck for the rights to the bed?" hard to tell his mood, but he seemed dead serious about his comment.<br><br><br>(typed on a phone, will edit later)
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