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 Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 3:42 pm
Voltaire: Sonnen
As always, Sonnen was the first awake. He sat up, covering his mouth as he yawned, and glanced at his alarm clock. 5:30 AM, on the dot, the time he woke up every morning. He stretched languidly, feeling a headache coming on. Crap. Why did caffeine headaches have to hit so early in the day? It would be nice if he could at least shower and get presentable before his head exploded. Good thing no one but him was up at his ungodly hour; the sun hadn't even risen fully yet, but that's how he liked it. It was rare that the mansion was quiet during the day, so he was early to bed, early to rise. It's what he'd done practically his whole life, and didn't see why he should change his ways now; it had always worked in his favor, after all. So, without further speculation, Sonnen rose from bed and slid his feet into satin slippers. He was still in his pajamas, also satin, colored a kelly green and baggy on his frame. He used to be worried that others would tease him of his choice of sleepwear, but no one ever saw him in it, so he didn't stress about it anymore. He grabbed his black morning robe, ran a quick brush through his hair, and was on his way to the kitchen.
As he entered, he sighed. Looked like Mr. Heresy had been here last night (and what a delightfully appropriate name, he figured). Beer cans littered the main table, and the kitchen smelled faintly of the potent alcohol. He wrinkled his nose; such a repugnant odor so early in the morning made his stomach churn. Why hadn't the servants cleaned this up yet? 'Oh, yes, because this probably happened at three in the morning, when any normal human being would be asleep, and I woke up before even the servants were required to. Oi vey.' But first things first: coffee. Luckily the machine was quick to get working, and all he need do was press the 'French roast blend' button, fill it with water, and wait for it to perk. 'And now to go about getting these cans thrown out before I lose the contents of my stomach.' To try and make things simpler on himself, Sonnen pulled the recycling trash can towards the table before using his sleeved arm to rake the cans into the bin. He covered his nose with his other sleeve, nose still scrunched in disgust. Honestly, he could never understand why people enjoyed that harsh brew. It was so plebeian.
By then it was about 5:45 AM, and his coffee was finished brewing. He almost smiled — almost — but managed to contain his relief as he carefully poured a cup, and almost immediately quaffed half of it. It burned his lips and the inside of his mouth, but the sweet, sweet caffeine eased his headache and he practically melted into the cabinet. This behavior was probably not healthy, but no one was around to witness it but him, so, once again, he worried not. After he'd downed his second cup, the warming effects of the coffee were starting to take place, and he was getting a bit too toasty. Well, it was about 6:00 AM now, and no one was awake it seemed, so he set his coffee mug down and shed his robe. Additionally, he unbuttoned the first three buttons on his sleeping shirt, letting the air conditioning seep into his skin and permeate his heated flesh. Well, what to do now, it being so early? Breakfast was served in the dining hall at 7:15, so he still had some time before the others would be awake or woken by the Madam. He smirked, enjoying the berating Madam would give the other Companions who weren't bright and perky when woken up. She really did act like a mother sometimes.
Sonnen refilled his cup for the third time, this time exiting the kitchen, even though he was a little unkempt looking. Well, he supposed he could spend time with Celeborn, but he was probably out on his morning hunt and wouldn't appreciate being summoned. There was always the garden, but it was probably damp with morning dew, and Sonnen didn't fancy getting wet. Hm. Where could he go that was outside, but not on the ground, where he wouldn't be found easily? 'The roof,' his mind supplied almost instantly. Deciding, Sonnen made his way towards the Eastern Exit, where there was an elevator disguised as part of the side wall. It required a special code to get in, but since he sort of lived there, it had always been known to him. It was a swift ride up (almost too swift, nearly sloshing his coffee), and he was relieved to see no one was up here, not that he expected anyone. Still, the roof was a sight to behold: It was decorated with fine furniture, all set upon expensive rugs. Colored lights were mounted sporadically on the parapet perimeter, giving the roof a soft glow. It was relaxing. Sonnen folded his legs under him, watching the sunrise upon a British Colonial settee, contemplating various things until the rest of the household awoke.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 4:08 pm
lauren Malone ††Emerald††
Lauren watched silently as his crew began mining the emerald, finding some a few hundred feet down and beginning to harvest them. As usual, he had been right that there were some here. It wasn't instinct, but common sense. He had noticed the patter of where emeralds tended to be based on surroundings. Still, it made a few employees uneasy that he never failed.
Turning on is heel, he walked out, holding a hand out to one worker. The worker handed him a freshly dug up emerald, dirt and grit covering most of it. Lauren dusted it off, examining it. Sure enough, the familiar dark green hue shined out, causing a small half smile. "Very good." he said, handing it back to the worker before walking away.
He continued to check every station in the operation to make sure all was running smoothly. Finally, the day ended. He went to the stores of emerald, getting out a bag and collecting some good sized emeralds and walking back out. He headed for Madame Usagi's house. Once he reached the large house, he knocked on it carefully, already realizing that it was unbelievably early in the morning. Oh well. He didn't care.
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 6:49 pm
H i k a r u - G a l i a n d e r-O t h e l l o  Waking up was something that Thello hated more then a lot of things. He hated the sun staring him in the face mocking him almost saying "wake up Hikaru....WAKE UP!" rolling around and flopping around under the covers he grumbled his sheets a total mess as he looked up at the ceiling with his large blue eyes, "I AM WAKING UPPPPP! Stop shining...." Othello said whining as he rolled around the bed. He sighed as he rolled onto his stomach his figure wrapped int the blankets. He sighed as he snuggled into the pillow again his hair standing on end, Othello always suffered from the worst case of bed head in the entire world. He sighed as he untwisted himself and flopped off the bed. Then he started flopping around again, "NOOO!" he laid limp for a minute his face down in the carpet as he kicked his legs slightly. He sighed and pushed himself up into the push up position and flipped back onto his feet. Standing up he stretched cracking his back.
Glancing at he clock Othello read the time and groaned it was so early. Walking towards the bathroom his feet dragging slightly as he walked into the bathroom and turned on the water. Easing himself inside after he undressed he scrubbed his hair and his face slightly and then he added conditioner and rinsed. Scrubbing his body he finished and stepped out of the shower. Doing a little jig as he dried himself off and scrubbed his hair with the towel till it was almost totally dry. Wrapping one towel around his waist and moved into the bedroom again. He walked towards his dresser and whipped out a pair of tan jeans and a black sweater vest with a blue button up shirt. He dressed and walked back into the bathroom and styled his hair and made faces at himself. He chuckled as he walked towards the door and threw it open.
"HELLO WORLD OTHELLO IS ALIVE AND READ-" Othello's declaration was interrupted by a rather loud knock at the door. Jumping slightly he tilted his head and moved down the stairs. He glanced towards the kitchen and noticed the light on. He knew Sonnen was awake. "Sonnen Baby someone is at the door! Should I open it??" he bellowed as he twisted himself in a nice circle. Pausing he didn't waited for a response. He walked forwards and paused before he placed his hand on the door knob and pulled it open. Tilting his head slightly he eyed Lauren in the face and reached out and poked him square between the eyes.
"I don't know you yet but welcome. It's a little early so none of our hosts are really awake yet but COME ON IN and get comfortable!" Othello said as he opened his arms wide and gestured for the man to enter the manor. 
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 10:42 pm
SoleraAzul Bahia. An old man had carefully chosen to decorate his own gargantuan tomb with striking blue granite. From the walls to the ceiling, to huge gaudy columns and the very coffin itself. It had taken years to finish, and a total of twelve burly men to place the massive abomination in its appointed place. That old fart had been so taken with the color and texture of the granite... and now so was Dimitri. Every time he set foot on his balconies, in the bathrooms, or on the fireplaces, he was reminded of his grandfather. For how could he not? The color had been so breathtaking, he'd had to have some of his own. It was... how long ago? About a week after his beloved grandfather's death that he had another house built. Well, to call it a house was an understatement. Mini-castle was more like it. Or small fortress was also suitable. Regardless, all balconies, bathrooms, and fireplaces were decorated with Azul Bahia. The man had even gone to lengths of ensuring the stone came from the very same quarry. Some saw this act as adoration, while others saw it as outright disrespect. But Dimitri? All he wanted was to be reminded of his grandfather. It wasn't his fault that those places were the most suitable for granite, was it now?
Speaking of granite, Dimitri lightly tapped designer black sneakers on the shiny surface of his fireplace. It was the biggest one. The one in the living room of course. The man had just come from his early morning jog, having enjoyed the feeling of running through mist. The lack of clear sight was what probably made it so fun. That, and how he felt he was the only one there yet knew that anyone could appear out of nowhere. The ten mile run was sufficient enough to keep his body in good shape. The only down side was how he became so sweaty and he had to wear a 'jogging suit,' or else he might injure himself. As much as he enjoyed doing things his way, he was sure he'd look more foolish jodging in a suit or jeans than in ...this sporty apparel. He currently had on an engineered white and blue top, and woven black shorts. They clung a little too close whenever he moved quickly, but they never got too wet with sweat.
Tearing apart pieces of apple wood with nimble hands, he deftly tossed them into the small fire he'd started with a make-shift flamethrower and some terrible clothing his mother had purchased for him on her last trip to Paris. She had given him permission to do what he pleased with them. And this was the best idea he had thought of. Wearing them was out of the question, and giving them away would only make some poor soul cry. So into flames they bursted. At the very least, it gave the blonde a small meassure of pleasure.
More apple wood went in, then a photograph of the last pet he'd owned. The glossy material curled up from the heat, taking the image of a sleeping black and white spotted cat with it. Like most of his pets, Deimos had fled from his loose grasp. For some reason, as much as he adored his pets, Dimitri didn't enjoy keeping them penned up. Whether it was a bird, a snake, a dog, a tiger, or a mouse, it was all the same. He felt they needed their freedom or they wouldn't be happy. Maybe it was about time to get a gold fish or some koi fish. Those rarely ran away and they could be kept in a good pond and still be happy! But they were so boring most of the time... maybe pirahnas would be a better choice. Still, he couldn't pet them...
Suddenly, his wandering thoughts on new pets were interrupted by three brisk knocks on a heavy cherry wood door. "May I come in? M--D-dimitri, sir?" came a meek voice from the other side. Hazel eyes narrowed with annoyance. Here he was, enjoying some mild feeling of sorrow and remorse only to be interrupted halfway through his ritual. With a careless hand, he threw all but one photo into the hungry embers. That last one, he carefully placed in a thick, black photo album clearly marked "Pets of the past," in golden curving letters. "Alright, fine. Come in Gervas, but make it quick. I've ...errands to run." Errands such as firing that maid... what was her name? Ah... Clarisse! Firing Clarisse for wearing fishnet stockings. They were horrible on her and made her seem so trashy. And for what reason? For the sake of flirtation with the pool boy! Hm. For that alone, he should probably fire the pool boy as well. That kid was an imbecile anyway. Besides, he began making this unpleasent face whenever Dimitri pushed him into the deep end of the lagoon.
With a faint click, the door swung open and the handsome face of Gervas appeared in the opening. "Sir. You asked me to remind you of when you could meet your new 'playmate?' Today is when you'll get to view and pick one out. Or when Madam Usagi picks one for you. You were never quite clear about that... but you asked me to remind you to head to her mansion today. And to make sure we've hired a new chaffeur. We did that last week you see. His name is Theodore Palmer. He prefers to be called Teddy and also doubles as an excellent bodyguard. We're ready to head out whenever you are," once the middle aged man finished up, he immediately closed the door, knowing full well how Dimitri would react if he hadn't left immediately.
Finally, a smile. It was one of amusement and approval. He'd usually have to tell the butler to get the ******** out when he was in the middle of something. Or sometimes Dimitri would just throw something when he didn't feel like speaking. Gervas was a good and capable man to have lasted an incredible six months. With that smile still on his cheerful face, he stepped off the Azul Bahia onto plush black carpeting and towards the kitchen door. Clarisse should be helping out Morgan with breakfast around this time. D. A. Kieva
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 8:48 am
Voltaire: Sonnen Sonnen might have been dozing, though he'd never admit to it. The pink hues in the sky were lightening to orange, the very edge of the sun peaking over the horizon. He didn't remember much after that, but next thing he knew there was knocking. It was faint, especially since he was on the roof, but it was loud enough to break his doz— reverie. Yeah, it was reverie. 'Reverie...' he thought dazedly as he shuffled over to the parapet, looking over the edge. A carefully plucked eyebrow rose (another thing he wouldn't admit) as his eyes zeroed in on the man at the door. From the Eastern roof of the mansion, one got a clear shot of the North entrance. Now who was this? From his fine attire, Sonnen assumed he was either a relative or a Client. Hm. He'd never met this particular Client before, and he was usually privy to new people; the Madam always kept him informed. Perhaps that wasn't it, then. Well, good thing he was still the only one— Crap. The man was just let in by someone. Who would do that? What's more, who would be awake at this time? Who would do something that st— Sonnen's eyes narrowed in a glare as he muttered, "Othello," darkly.
Why did Sonnen sometimes feel that he was the only one with any common sense in this household? Well, aside from the Madam, of course. That was how he felt when he was in high school as well when everyone was having sex and partying when they should have been studying, then they would complain when they were tired and got detention for falling asleep in class. Honestly, don't stay out late, then you get enough sleep. Quite logical. Sort of like don't have sex, don't get pregnant. If those stressors weren't added, then there was no worry about it, so there wasn't that distraction. Yet young people seemed determined to make life harder for themselves. Sonnen sighed. He was glad he had grown past that stage, even if the younger ones at the mansion called him 'old man.'
Tossing the dregs of this now-cold coffee over the side of the mansion into a bush below, Sonnen hauled a** to the elevator, waiting impatiently as he was transported back to the bottom floor. Using a few tricks he'd learned from living at the mansion for a few years, Sonnen used the servants entrances through the halls, traveling unseen until he was back in his room. He undressed and redressed hurriedly, throwing on a black wool turtleneck, pressed black slacks, and a black long coat. He brushed his hair once again, adding a little shine serum to it to tame any stray frizzies, and then was on his way, stalking with conviction down the corridor, his Italian heeled ankle boots clacking on the marble floor. He looked ready to choke a b***h. Upon entering the foyer, Sonnen bestowed his sternest glare upon Othello, hand gripping his shoulder with more force than was probably necessary.
"What did we tell you about letting strange men into the house without the Madam's permission?" he hissed. His voice was both hot with anger, yet cold like ice, eyes sharp as the needles he wanted to use to sew Othello's mouth shut sometimes. Lord knew Sonnen wouldn't ever actually physically hurt anyone (unless of course they started it), but sometimes he just wanted to smack Othello upside his too-happy, over excited ginger head. Arctic grey eyes snapped to Lauren, sizing him up with a quick full-body glance. Usually his Look of Death was enough to make even the proudest man take a step back, but Sonnen didn't have the satisfaction of seeing whether it worked or not when a feminine hand settled itself on his shoulder. Madam Usagi
"I'll take over from here, Sonnen, darling," none other than Madam Usagi chimed, always the proper lady. Sonnen's eyes immediately softened and he loosened his grip on Othello's shoulder, nodding his head towards his Lady. Gently, he cupped the hand that was still resting on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to the back of it before letting it drop. Madam Usagi smiled and gestured towards the dining room down the hall. "Why don't you and Othello retire to the dining room for breakfast? It should be served any time now. Pip pip, hurry along now," she said kindly, ushering the two out of the foyer. Sonnen bowed, eyes suspiciously glaring at Lauren for another moment, before he turned his back and dutifully exited to the dining room.
"I apologize, Mr. Green," Madam Usagi said with a bow of her head. "I did not expect my Companions to reach the door before I could!" She gave a tinkling laugh before linking her arm with Lauren's. She carefully led him up a staircase and through a security entrance into a private meeting room. It was quite girly, just the Madam's style: the walls were a light pink with paintings of flowers and beautiful geisha hanging from the walls. There was a lone table in the middle, cherry wood and round, two chairs stationed on opposing sides. The chairs had rose-colored cushions sewed into them, trimmed with lace and frills. A tray with a porcelain teapot and two cups rested on the finished surface of the table, sugar, honey, and milk at the ready. "Please, help yourself," she offered with a delicate sweep of her hand. Madam Usagi pulled a chair out for herself and ran her hands under her thighs to smooth out her long skirt before sitting primly, pouring her tea first. A little honey, a sip, and she started. "Tell me, Mr. Green, what kind of companionship do you seek?"
Of course the Madam knew everyone's real name, but as her alias masked her real name, she respected everyone else's. The only time she would ever address a Companion by their real name was when she was having a one-on-one talk with them, though those didn't happen very often. If she had a chat with someone, then it was usually with a Client on the phone or Sonnen. Yes, she occasionally felt like a lonely old woman, so she cherished the talks she would have with her Companions. However, she was so often busy that she didn't get to spend as much time with her 'children' as she would like.
Thinking of work, she knew she had another meeting scheduled a bit later with another Client. She sighed mentally. Usually Client meetings didn't bare fruit nowadays. Everyone was looking for a cheap trick or money-making technique, which she could usually spot straight off. She was reserving judgment on Mr. Green, for she thought she saw a little something in him. Maybe he wasn't like all the other Clients she'd come across lately. And hopefully her next meeting would work out well, too. She tolerated only the best for her Companions. Well, one had to hope, didn't they?
(( Am I going crazy, or did Tel's post disappear? ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 10:10 am
H i k a r u - G a l i a n d e r-O t h e l l o When the firm had was placed on his shoulder he felt a rather odd tingle slip down his spine. He knew by the grip who it was. He winced slightly as he looked over his shoulder at the man. Why was he so mad? He called him and the man choose not to respond. He frowned as he heard the strong voice and looked over his shoulder with a rather annoyed look on his face. He batted away the hand and pushed the man aside. "I call you Sonnen and you didn't answer. I wasn't planning on letting him leave the foyer so stop having a b***h fit and let go of me! I am not stupid." Othello snapped as he looked back towards the client and showed them a nice smile, "Sorry about this sir. But you'll have to wait till the Madam comes to retrieve you...I believe she is out and about so if you...." speak of the devil and he shall appear. Looking over his shoulder he smiled softly at the women as he pushed Sonnen off him once more and stood one his own in his own space. He hated the man sometimes, he admired him for the most part but when he got like this Othello felt like the man had barbed wire up his a** all night or something.
"Mornin' Madam...Sorry about opening the door I thought it would be rude to make him wait. I wasn't going to let him go into the house rather then here though I promise..." Othello chimed as he heard the command to go eat and pouted slightly, "Yes'm...." he mumbled as he made sure to check Sonnen's shoulder slightly when he walked past the man. His sour apple attitude had killed his morning light happiness. Sometimes he didn't understand why Sonnen was the Madam's favorite...He was such a stiff head. He stalked rather mad into the kitchen and gave a small wave to the maids and the cook that was in there. He smiled as he casually conversed with them and was handed his breakfast.
Othello was not one for eggs and bacon, he always had rice and fish for breakfast with a side of English breakfast tea. It was the only traditional breakfast thing he actually had. He slumped into his chair and pulled his chopsticks from his pocket placing his cards best his plate and started eating. He mixed the fish with the rice and all that as he looked towards the roof. He was always curious about what the Madam and the clients talked about but he knew if he asked she would tell him it was a secret and he wasn't allowed to know. He sighed as he chewed and swallowed he grabbed a wet nap and a napkin to clean his hands before he pulled out his bag of tarot cards and shuffled them. He dealt his tarot for the morning and read over the cards with a rather pleased expression on his face. It seemed he was going to have a fairly pleasant day with a few rough spots. Well he had already ran head first into one of those rough spots. He pouted slightly putting his cards back into his bag and leaned into his chair. His blue eyes shined as he started eating again, he helped Sonnen choked on his eggs.
[( No it vanished O.o. )]
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 8:13 pm
~Lorentz | Лоренц. The orchestra hall was in a silent hush. The audience below the high risen balcony was still. Even the ensemble seemed to be holding their breaths. The sole noise in the expanse of the calm was the soft solo of the ivory Grand Piano in the centre of the vast stage. Chopin's Prelude in Db Major, Op. 28, No. 15. Raindrop. The way the pianist handled the dynamics awed even her fellow orchestra members. It sounded off the warm oak panelling of the theatre's walls and around the entire expanse of people with such smoothness that Walenty began to doubt even his own playing skills. The crescendos gave him a feeling of sudden hope and the decrescendos did not settle this fervour, but rather gave a sense of accomplishment. They would make one sigh with admiration if they were not entangled in the beautiful mess of sixteenth notes. Walenty was in a shiver of goosebumps when she laid down the final key and never noticed until the end that he had closed his eyes in his relaxation of the composition.
Upon opening them, he found himself in the silence of his own bedroom. Rather than sitting in his private box seat in The Princess of Wales Theatre, he was lying among the tangled cotton sheets of his own four-poster bed. Instead of the Italian tailored suit and ruby cuff links, he could feel the cool whisper of his satin grey pajamas against his lean frame. The disappointment that enveloped him was almost tangible. Oh, well. He really wasn't there and that was all that mattered to him. He wanted nothing more than the simple truth to start off the day.
He stretched lazily before reaching over to the side table to his right to retrieve his Dolce Gabbana eyeglasses. He rose from the bed as he put them on, the antique gold coloured frames circling around his sleepy olive eyes. God forbid if he didn't have these. He wouldn't help but to walk into everything in his path. That thought aside, he quickly moved to make up his bed. The sight of the rumpled sheets and disheveled blanket brought about a slight twitch of his eye. The maids never made it up the way he liked it, so he asked them to just leave it be. He could do it himself and be more satisfied with it that way.
While tucking in the last fold and smoothing away those persistent wrinkles in the blue fabric, Walenty reminisced of the time when he got so fed up with the maids' work when he was younger and tried to test them. He would purposely roll about on his bed to ruin their make up work and then tell them to redo it and do it right. However, the results never left him happy. He smiled to himself as he walked out to venture down the hall to his bathroom. In fact, he barely left the maids any work to do for him. He preferred it if things were done his way. He didn't enjoy seeing them done in an unknown fashion.
As he entered his bathroom, he turned to close the door behind him and caught sight of the butler that had seemed to follow him silently down the hall. Walenty jumped slightly before his expression changed to one of annoyment. "Adalric, why couldn't you just say something? You're always giving me such an awful fright." It was true. His oldest butler, Adalric, always seemed to wait until he was seen before he proceeded to say the smallest thing. The wrinkled face didn't contort in the slightest to Walenty's remark, however. "Good morning, sir. Your mother wanted me to inform you that she wants you to accompany her for breakfast today. She says to join her in the dining room whenever you have finished your morning rituals."
Then the sigh. The shifting of the bare pale feet. The glance back up to the withered old butler with the never waivering smile. This was getting so damn repetitive. "Thank you, Adalric. I will do so. Take care." He closed the bathroom door just as the elder began to turn away. His mother only wanted him to join her every single morning. He truly didn't understand why she felt as if she had to remind him. Every. Single. Morning. Seriously. He wasn't stupid. And he surely didn't forget as easily as that crazy woman did. How she could remember her own name was a mystery to him. Wait. She signed her name as Alice once, didn't she? He laughed aloud at this. He could always remember that time. It was as vivid as what he did only five minutes ag- Oh, right. A shower. He might not forget easily, but he could sure as hell get distracted. Marching over to the glass-walled walk in shower, he began to unbutton his loose pajama top with one hand as the other reached to set the water's temperature..В. Киева | W. Kieva~
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 9:51 pm
**Theodore**Tel** Tel hitched his backpack up higher as he started down the long drive to the mansion. It was a glorious autumn day and the sunlight fell in shifting spots and patches onto the driveway through the thick trees that lined the pavement. Though the drive curved slightly, Tel could still make out bits of the mansion in the distance. He switched his heavy suitcase to his other hand and went over what he was going to say and do to impress her enough to earn a position. The rumors that surrounded the Madam only ever spoke of how she simply appeared to performers one day and offered them a position in her household of "companions." Tel had never heard of anyone seeking her out and asking for a job. He did his best to calm his nerves as he got closer to the home.
The trees ended leaving a large manicured lawn spread before the mansion. It was, of course, huge, as befitted someone of the Madam's rumored wealth. Wide stone stairs lead up to a wrap-around porch and double beveled glass front doors. Tel slowly climbed the stairs and paused for a moment before the doors. If this didn't work out for him it would most likely mean going back to some dirty hole-in-the-wall strip joint, a very unappetizing prospect. Sucking in a deep breath he reached out and pressed the gold doorbell. Soft chimes rang out inside the mansion. Tel's pale blue eyes went wide as he realized that the Madame would likely have a butler or some sort of staff to open her door for her. His chest tightened at the thought of being turned away before he even got to present himself to her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 10:33 pm
[( Thello took Tel in. O.o But mkays. )]
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 10:38 pm
(( I'm sorry to question, but, uh.
Where exactly does it say this? o-o ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 11:28 pm
[( Yeah that's fine. I just felt bad that you though I ignored ye >< I didn't mean to point fingers or anything. Sorries. )]
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 7:01 am
Some of those that burn crosses
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(( Yeah, as I went to write my second post, I was scrolling looking for yours so I could respond to Tel as well as Mr. Green. xD Anydoodle, yay everyone's posts are extremely awesome so far. Keep it up! <3 ))
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a re the same that hold office.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 10:00 pm
lauren Malone ††Emerald††
lauren didn't protest as Madame Usagi took him into the pink and feminine room, taking a seat and taking out the satchel of emeralds. "Preferably a companion that isn't too talkative, and is intelligent. I'd rather not have a companion whom I cannot have a conversation with." Lauren said, managing to make the insult sound like a comment rather than an actual insult. It was all in how you regulated the voice.
He continued to sit as he emptied the bag, revealing the emeralds. "I believe that this should be enough for payment." He said as he pushed the emeralds toward her, their attractive hue shining in the early sunlight.
((I know it's short crying ))
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