Speak into the microphone, please! [meikle + MsNikki]
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				Title: <strong>Speak into the microphone, please! [meikle + MsNikki]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>meikle</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 07:05:24</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/RaquelChar.png)<br><strong>Raquel Clover</strong></div><br>Raquel was not happy with her new assignment.&nbsp; She worked for a small-time news company that published a number of local newspapers, managed a small handful of public-access television studios, and maintained their only cable channel.&nbsp; Raquel worked for their sports department -- which meant she got to report on some local-level sports, the state-level Roller Derby league, and had her own live, weekly show on the cable channel discussing national sports.&nbsp; She covered basketball during basketball season, football during football season, but she <em>always</em> found time to discuss her favorite sport: women's kick-boxing.&nbsp; This was partially because she hoped to draw more attention to the sport -- viewers tuned in to listen to hear about football or basketball or baseball, but stayed to watch the pretty girl talking about sports, even when the topic veered.<br><br>She loved her job, but Raquel's new assignment only annoyed her.&nbsp; The company she worked for had decided to make a series of documentaries -- <em>original programming is what we need to break into the big leagues</em>, they said -- and Raquel had been happy to work on them.&nbsp; They meant meeting with lots of local celebrities, going on the road, and came with a company credit card that she could justify using for almost anything.&nbsp; Anyway, she <em>thought</em> the documentary assignments were amazing, but then she'd gotten <em>this</em> assignment.<br><br>She'd gotten off a plane a few hours earlier in New York City, where a major kick-boxing tournament was being played.&nbsp; That part wasn't so bad -- she didn't mind New York (on the few occasions she'd been there), and she liked to fly.&nbsp; She liked to travel for work, and she was glad her job meant she could do that.&nbsp; She'd taken a taxi from the airport to the hotel she'd be staying at during the tournament -- she was happy with that, too.&nbsp; It was a decent room, and on the company's tab.&nbsp; And she'd be watching women fight other women for fame and money for the next two weeks.&nbsp; She <em>loved</em> that.<br><br>What she <em>didn't</em> love was that she was in a taxi, going out to meet a certain athlete for a late dinner.&nbsp; "To begin your working relationship on the right foot!" her boss had said.&nbsp; The last thing Raquel wanted to do was give this <em>bitch</em> any kind of press she didn't need.&nbsp; She didn't like that the company was paying her to eat out at an expensive restaurant because of <em>this</em> fighter.&nbsp; She'd never even met the woman before, but she already hated her: hated the smug look she always had on her face when she saw the camera, hated the cool way she walked out of the ring after laying her opponents out.&nbsp; The girl was a shoe-in for Champion in this tournament, she knew -- that was almost certainly why it was <em>her</em> that Raquel was going to be shadowing and interviewing and watching and talking about for this event.&nbsp; And Raquel didn't like that she was going to be working with someone that she wanted to see lose.<br><br>But it was her job, and she had little say in the matter.&nbsp; The taxi pulled up outside of the restaurant, and Raquel fetched the cash from her wallet to pay the fare.&nbsp; She left the cabbie with a muttered, "Thanks, hun," and stepped out; it was dark outside, but the restaurant cast a warm glow that reached out to the street.&nbsp; She made her way over and pushed the door in; the restaurant had a warm, comfortable atmosphere without losing its high-society charm, and the maitre d' was quick to welcome her.&nbsp; "Ah, ma'am, your reservation?"<br><br>"Under Raquel Clover, for two, thank you -- has my guest arrived yet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Working Title] [meikle + MsNikki]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 13:24:54</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i773.photobucket.com/albums/yy13/mememeikle/1252049896015.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Leona Fox</strong></div><br>"Of all damned TV shows out there, you hook me up with Raquel?" were Leona's words to her agent after she has punched the wall with her fist after he excitedly told her such info. Why shouldn't he be excited when the contract he signed with Raquel's employers was a record in the women's kick-boxing world. His excitement transformed into fear before he explained to Leona how much they needed the money especially after the long months she was injured for that cost them a shortage of cash.<br><br>Leona hated TV and media, she never sought publicity or fame but maybe something in her arrogant and cold blooded looks and behaviour left her with many admirers and haters. After exchanging words with him, she finally surrendered to the idea and left him with a threat that sounded like "you are gonna pay the price so bad if it turns out to be a nasty experience"<br><br>Leona hated Raquel to the guts, not only she couldn't keep her tongue in her mouth, her criticism was out of hand. Although the criticism, sarcasm and irony were based on true facts, the way they were reported off Raquel's mouth and facial expressions was teasing and pissed the shit out of her. She not only criticized Leona's actions on the ring but outside too, and the fact that Leona was a lesbian seemed to have attracted most of Raquel's stories which published her with a few ex-girlfriends either clubbing or making out in bars, clubs and public.<br><br>Leona just laid back in bed, which happened to be in a room in the same hotel Raquel's employers chose the fancy restaurant to host the first dinner meeting in. 'Let her wait' Leona thought to herself as she eyed the alarm clock indicating five minutes left for the meeting to start..
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Working Title] [meikle + MsNikki]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>meikle</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 08:48:38</strong>
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				"No ma'am, I see your reservation but you're the first to arrive," the maitre d' said, eyeballing the guest list.&nbsp; "May I show you to your table?"<br><br>Add another bullet to the list of reasons Raquel wanted nothing to do with this woman -- but she nodded.&nbsp; "Yes, thank you," she said, polite as ever, and followed the host to her table.&nbsp; It was out of the way, near the corner of the room, and set for two.&nbsp; Two neatly folded napkins and an array of silverware, a neat candle arrangement in the center of the table beside salt and pepper -- freshly prepared, but terribly empty.&nbsp; She didn't have long to wait before a woman came by with a glass of water and set it before her, and a basket with bread and butter was set on the table without a word.<br><br>And only a moment later than that, another woman arrived, this time with a pen and notepad in hand.&nbsp; "Good evening, Miss Clover," she said.&nbsp; "My name is Alanna, and I'll be your server tonight -- ah, I see your company hasn't arrived yet.&nbsp; Would you like to order now, or perhaps I can get you something in the meantime?&nbsp; Something from the bar?&nbsp; Or I can come back later, if you please?"<br><br>"Something from the bar," Raquel said, smiling up to her waitress.&nbsp; "Something sour -- surprise me, will you, hun?"<br><br>"As you like, Miss Clover," the waitress replied, and then she was off again, leaving Raquel to brood about the upcoming interview.&nbsp; She fetched the digital recorder from her purse and set it out on the table -- she figured it would give the impression that she was there for business, not pleasure, when Fox finally arrived.&nbsp; That would be better -- easier if they got straight to business, she thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Speak into the microphone, please! [meikle + MsNikki]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 14:11:42</strong>
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				Ten minutes later, when Leona was 5 minutes late for her interview with the devilish Raquel, she hopped off the bed and onto her feet and within 2 minutes, she changed from being only in a black thong into some loose grey training pants and some random kind of tight white t-shirt, and a pair of cute white and gold adidas shoes wrapped up her outfit. 'Fuck' she murmured as she grabbed the key card, walked towards the door and slammed it shut behind her.<br><br>In the elevator, she thought about just going back to her room and fucking the interview up but the problem was that she gave her agent her word, something which she cherished. "Hey Miss Fox, your guest is already here" the maitre d' excitedly welcomed her and attracted attention, from the occupied tables in the restaurant, towards Leona's identity in which she returned with her famous cold smile. <br><br>Leona didn't like to be treated as being all famous and shit, and despite her natural arrogant looks and behaviour she was humble. "May I show you to your table?" he asked and Leona nodded politely. "This way please" he added and headed towards the corner from which Leona spotted Raquel who sat there by herself. A feeling of 'the fuck I don't wanna do this' was all that occupied Leona's mind at the moment.<br><br>"Here you go" the maitre d' said as he pulled Leona's chair back waiting for her to sit in which she did after she gave Raquel a cold nod. The maitre d' spotted the tension and wittily excused himself. Leona didn't look at Raquel at all and instead she waved with her hand towards a waitress who hurried politely towards her. "Yes Ma'am?" she asked. "Bring me any juice that is fresh and healthy please for now" Leona asked and the waitress smiled and nodded before she excused herself.<br><br>Finally, Leona looked at Raquel without any expressions on her face before she drifted her sight to the bread and butter and started fixing herself a treat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Speak into the microphone, please! [meikle + MsNikki]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>meikle</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 08:51:43</strong>
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				<em>Wow.</em>&nbsp; Talk about rude!&nbsp; Raquel was almost ready to walk out right then -- this might not have been the most ideal circumstance for either of them, but they both had commitments here, right?&nbsp; She <em>didn't</em> walk out, though.&nbsp; Her hand lingered near the recorder, but she didn't turn it on yet.<br><br>"Hello, Miss Fox," she said, a bit forcefully, annoyed (and insulted) by the girl's display -- very disrespectful!&nbsp; Was she just going to stay silent the whole time?&nbsp; Did she intend to get through this without speaking to Raquel at all?&nbsp; It couldn't go on that way, though; they had work to do, right?&nbsp; "I'm Raquel Clover," she said -- she didn't want to be presumptuous, didn't want to assume that the star athlete knew who she was (but it seemed likely...)&nbsp; "You can call me Raquel, if you like...&nbsp; I'm looking forward to working with you," she said, and she was lying through her teeth.<br><br>But she smiled anyway, and it was a warm, friendly smile even when she was lying so blatantly, and it masked the offense she took to Leona's cool attitude almost perfectly.&nbsp; An important trait for a reporter, maybe, that she could always be pleasant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Speak into the microphone, please! [meikle + MsNikki]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 14:20:48</strong>
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				Leona took a bite off the fine butter sandwich she fixed for herself before her eyes looked straight into Raquel's once the reporter greeted her and introduced herself. She nodded her head, had a look at the recorder before placing the sandwich down on the small plate.<br><br>"Listen Raquel, before you turn on this recorder, I am saying this off the record." She talked with so much confidence and her eyes were fixed straight into Raquel's. "I know who you are and there is no need for such deceptive sweet looking smiles you are throwing me right now because, as you undoubtedly know, I am well aware of your continuous criticism for me and my actions on and off the ring."<br><br>Before she gave Raquel any chance to respond, Leona waved for the cute waitress and asked her for a glass of water and again her baby blue eyes looked fiercely into Raquel's dark eyes and continued her speech, "I don't know about you, but I am not so keen or happy to be here but it was all set and here we are now, so, don't act as if you are ok with me because all your actions say the opposite. Let's keep it all professional and make this interview and the upcoming few days that we will meet in as fast and as painless as possible".<br><br>The glass of water arrived in perfect timing and Leona didn't wait for it to land on the table as she started sipping on it wetting her throat after the amusing speech she had given.
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				Post by: <strong>meikle</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 11:32:44</strong>
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				"It's just business," Raquel said, half a defense of her attitude on television, half in agreement with her guest.&nbsp; "You don't have to like how I report, hon.&nbsp; I say what I think, and that's what people want to hear.&nbsp; I'm sorry if you don't -- don't agree with my opinions."&nbsp; Her smile remained, though, even as she tried to disarm her dinner partner.&nbsp; It wasn't easy.&nbsp; Raquel had dressed well for the meeting, had broken out a nice, black dress that wasn't too flashy, not very ostentatious, but felt right for a business meeting and made her feel sexy nonetheless.&nbsp; Leona was wearing ... sweatpants and a t-shirt?<br><br>It was hard to stay calm in the face of someone so <em>rude!</em>&nbsp; At least when Raquel was being mean to Leona, she had the decency to do it on television and not to her <em>face</em>.<br><br>"Look, I don't have to record this.&nbsp; We can just talk for a bit, alright?"&nbsp; She pushed the device further off to the side, to emphasize her point.&nbsp; "This is going to be a whole lot easier on both of us if we aren't at each others throat the whole time."
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				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 18:56:33</strong>
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				Leona eyed the recorder but never gave a shit if Raquel was going to record or not, she made sure Raquel got the message with a cold sigh. "Oh give me a damn break," Leona murmured as she took another sip on her water. "The bullshit you say on TV is what you think?" and before she gave Raquel a chance to respond, she explained some more, "if it is what you think, then why all the irony and twisting the facts?" She then looked into Raquel's eyes "well, I have to admit that you do have the facts straight all the time and I respect that, but well, playing with the facts to make out a story out of them and one scandal after the other is just ain't right... It ain't about respecting your opinion or not, I do respect people's opinions but hell, why irony and scandals? Why not the real thing?"<br><br>Leona lifted her hand up to stop Raquel from responding while she took another bite on her butter sandwich followed by a sip on her water, she had something to add and well, she did add it, "I mean, for example, I am a lesbian, everyone knows that, but there are a whole lotta lesbians out there, so why do you always come sniffing up my ass? Is it personal?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Speak into the microphone, please! [meikle + MsNikki]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>meikle</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 10:33:38</strong>
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				Raquel raised an eyebrow.&nbsp; "Why would it be personal?&nbsp; I don't <em>know</em> you well enough for things to be personal, darling."&nbsp; She realized that her recording device probably wouldn't be seeing any use here; she didn't want any of these accusations on tape regardless.&nbsp; She hoped things would get better, though -- this had started off on a bad note, and was probably only going to get worse.&nbsp; That wouldn't be good for the assignment.<br><br>"There are a whole lotta lesbians out there," Raquel agreed.&nbsp; "Not so many of them are as ... open about it as you are though, hun, and even fewer are within the purview of my show.&nbsp; You got to understand, this is a man's business -- and for me to keep afloat, I've got to tell stories men like.&nbsp; It's a dirty truth, but it's the truth, alright?"<br><br>Close enough to the truth, at least -- leaving out the fact that Raquel really <em>did</em> have something personal against Leona, though she would be hard-pressed to figure on exactly <em>what</em> that might be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Speak into the microphone, please! [meikle + MsNikki]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MsNikki</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 14:00:28</strong>
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				Leona sighed a sigh after the other throughout Raquel's words showing her clearly that she wasn't convinced by any of them. She rested her glass on the table and nodded her head. "If it's not personal, then what is it? because darling.." She made sure that the darling bit was ironic "..you just said that it is the dirty truth that arouses them men you are seeking and not the real truth."<br><br>Leona then darted a shot towards Raquel and stared at her for a moment "I don't think this is gonna work out." She took another sip off her water and stood up on her feet ready to leave.
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				Post by: <strong>meikle</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 09:06:22</strong>
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				"Hey," Raquel said, reaching out as if to grab Leona, but stopping short.&nbsp; "Hey, come on, hon.&nbsp; Sit back down, alright?&nbsp; I'm trying to be polite, here, okay?&nbsp; You've got obligations same as me, hey, so let's just have dinner, huh?"<br><br>Raquel really <em>was</em> trying to be polite, right?&nbsp; She wanted to seem polite, at least... Leona wasn't making it easy.&nbsp; "Let's just talk.&nbsp; Not about -- your career, not about my show.&nbsp; And look, hon, I'll be fair about this whole thing.&nbsp; I promise.&nbsp; Sit back down, please?"&nbsp; Her pleasant smile had been replaced with something more serious -- her job was on the line if she came back saying she'd lost the gig, yeah, but this could also be important for her career.&nbsp; Real journalism, not the swill she sold on TV.<br><br>"The real truth, okay, not the dirty truth."
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