Miami Sirens : Staff Accommodations
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				Title: <strong>Miami Sirens : Staff Accommodations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>31-08-2014, 20:46:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="background-color: Teal;" class="bbc_color"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Miami</strong></span></span></span></div><br>Where the Sirens have paid for reasonably inexpensive apartments for its crop of potential rookie players, the staff have to look after themselves. The staff live just about anywhere ranging from a beachside shack to luxury apartments.<br><br><hr>Info &amp; OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=212483.0)<br>Management Suite (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=212566)<br>Training Facilities (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=212506)<br>Player Apartments (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=212501)<br>Character Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=212508)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami Sirens : Staff Accommodations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eiselmann</strong> on <strong>05-09-2014, 23:46:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn01.cdn.socialitelife.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/24/david-beckham-bodywear-fall-2012-07242012-11-580x435.jpg)</div><strong>Character name : </strong>Simon Davis (http://URL)<br><strong>Occupation : </strong> Fitness Coach<br><strong>Who : </strong> Simon Davis<br><strong>Where : </strong>His Apartment <br><strong>When : </strong> Day1 Early Morning<br><hr><br>(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTWbGmwbEVOd1qznYKiyLd_bXw5c7dUz2oZSouW6wmD2bUxY4tO)Forest Place Apartment<br><br>Simon had been in Miami for three weeks now and was loving it , the sea , the lifestyle and especially the women , he understood why the American's had their dream, this place to Simon at least was dreamland especially when you compared it to the shithole he's come from. He'd spent his time waiting for this job with the Sirens to start by embracing his new home . He'd played the tourist of course , gotten laid more than a few times , he even had a tan now. Still for all the fun he had a job to do and the simple truth was before arriving in the States he'd never heard of the LFL.<br><br>Infact his exposure to what the American's called football and the rest of the world didn't was limited to two attempts to watch their Superbowl , where to begin ... in the end he'd given up each time after less than ten minutes, there was no doubting the sport talent on display but none of the padded wonders who played for seconds at a time would survive a game of league. Those two attempts had both been in Iraq and Afghanistan and while their were devotees of the sport amongst the British forces , most like Simon preferred actual football or Soccer as he was learning to call the game.<br><br>That all being said just before heading to Canada he'd come across a broadcast of the game without any of the breaks , timeouts , huddles, chats, and the game flowed he actually watched the rest of the programme and enjoyed the game , since then he'd found a programme in Canada that showed the same heavily edited coverage and now he felt like he understood most of the rules which of course had added to his enjoyment, so when he started watching tapes of the women's version of the game he'd assumed it would be like other sports that had once been the domain of men , he'd assumed they would at least wear the same bloody uniform as the men.<br><br>Simon got the txt message from Arthur ..plans have changed ...be ready ....it sounded like code for more work , hopefully not for less pay, Simon had money , set aside from his time with the Royal Marines but that money had to last, it was one thing to keep himself going in between work&nbsp; , another thing to supplement his income in order to survive.<br><br>Simon grabbed his back pack and left his apartment, it was a glorious morning and as he headed into the unknown Simon was determined to make this work .<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami Sirens : Staff Accommodations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>06-09-2014, 16:20:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c5/Mark_Connelly_ID.jpg)</div><strong>Character name : </strong>Mark Connelly (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=212508.msg10458142)<br><strong>Occupation : </strong> Team Photographer<br><strong>Who : </strong> Mark Connelly<br><strong>Where : </strong>His Apartment <br><strong>When : </strong> Day1 Early(-ish) Morning<br><hr><br>Mark rolled over as his eyes started to crack open, he'd managed to ignore his cell the first few times it chirped out that someone wanted to contact him, but now the bloody thing was going off every minute it was becoming bloody annoying. Marc picked up his cell and looked at the time, it was barely after 10 and far too early for ...well anything really. His phone was proudly displaying the 12 missed calls and 9 texts, that Mark wasn't in the mood to deal with. Then the cell rang again, maybe if he could just get them to piss off then he could get to more important like sleeping or the naked.., Mark turned his to check, blonde laying next to him. Mark stretched and finally answered the phone<br><br><strong>"Heylo."<br>"And why in the name of all that's Holy are you calling me this early?"<br>"Well time is relative, and I'm a night person so this like 3 AM in your time."<br>"Dear, sweet Rachel, when have you ever known me have a bad night?"<br>"True, but tell me when was the last time anyone got arrested for havin a cosy evenin in front the telly?"<br>"She wants me where?"</strong><br><br>Mark let out a long sigh, if he was honest he hadn't expected his contract with Sirens would involve him doing any real work but they had been paying him a retainer for a couple of months, it was terrible news that they expected to earn it. Mark stared at the other side of the bed, he could remember the legs and the fantastic arse that were sharing his bed but the name that belonged to them? Not a friggin' clue.<br><br><strong>"Look just text the address and I'll be there. Yes, I'm getting out of bed and gettin in the shower. Now, if you wanted to speed things up you could always nip round and scrub me back... Hello?"</strong> Rachel had hung on him, which wasn't a shock to Mark but she wouldn't have the chance to say yes if he didn't keep asking. As Mark rolled out of bed the woman gave a little murmur and rolled over, did he make her breakfast or just kick her out? Something he could decide after he'd had a shower, maybe by that time he would be able to remember her name. As the first jets of water hit Mark's face the girl's name came to him 'TraceCee', it sounded as dumb to him this morning as it had last night but with an arse like hers, he was willing to overlook certain things.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miami Sirens : Staff Accommodations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>River</strong> on <strong>07-09-2014, 12:28:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i62.tinypic.com/of6igx.jpg)</div><strong>Character name : </strong>Natasha Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=212508)<br><strong>Occupation : </strong> Defensive / Assistant Coach<br><strong>Who : </strong> Natasha Price<br><strong>Where : </strong> Her small apartment<br><strong>When : </strong> Day 1 Early Morning<br><br>Natasha awoke as the suns rays pierce her crappy blinds, the light hitting her face as her eyes adjust to the light. She sat up in her bed, alone as usual. She had never managed to talk to anyone, especially enough to invite them back to her place, even just to sleep together, but that was something she would have to worry about later. She let out a wide yawn as she slid her naked self to the end of the bed, the warm, cozy covers sliding off her body. She saw her reflection in the mirror opposite her. She had always had bed hair, but not at bad as the frizzy mess perched upon her head. <br><br>Her fingers traced over her body as she felt the indentations on the skin where she had slept on folds of the sheets, and various cords to her phone. With a humpf of effort, she stands up and limps into the shower, not bothering to put on her ankle brace for the 3 metre walk. <br><br>The shower had awoken the zombie that was Nat getting out of bed. She dried herself off, put on her brace and walked out into the kitchen, fixing herself some breakfast, eager to get the day started. She didn't care that she was naked, it was her apartment after all. Just as she finished, her phone goes off with a alert. She ignores it for now as she takes her sweet old time, before realising that is was the Sirens. <br><br>She raced and picked up her phone, detailing a time and a place for today. While she hadn't forgotten about her new position within the LFL, she was simply too tired to care at this point. Such attitude quickly left her as she found her motivation. She leapt into action, putting on some yoga pants, a small thin T shirt, and a baggy Sirens jumper. She was excited about this job, the experience she would receive would be valuable, and the money, while it wasn't great, it was enough to keep on top of her expenses, and still add to the value in her bank account at the end of each month. <br><br>She texted back <strong>"Ok, I'll be there, looking forward to it!"</strong> as she disappeared out the front door, closing it behind her and locking it, before jumping in her little Run around car.
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