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 Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2019 10:18 am
 ❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one.
We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up.
And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know.
It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is.
Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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I'm feeling indifferent. || I'm speaking to no one. || I'm wearing the usual || I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank. || I have feelings for no one.
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”Is that so? Good job, Elijah! You did great.” he chuckled, dragging his slender fingers through dark locks of navy blue, as he quickly ran through the appointments listed down for the day. Other than someone else coming in for an interview at noon, there was pretty much nothing else scheduled for the day, other than a couple of appointments in the evening. Walk-ins were probably less today, which he was quite thankful for given the weather, and how busy he had been with remaining paperwork to settle for new orders, and purchases, plus the arranging of his appointments ever since he relieved Lysander from the role of a manager two weeks prior. They had a long talk, regarding his performance, his personal issues, facing depressive episodes that sometimes caused him to disappear for two weeks at a time? Rigel understood to a certain extent, the death of a loved one wasn't easy to deal with, but even then, Rigel had his business to uphold, and he would not have someone showing up to his job late and smelling like beer or hard liquor. While he had initially considered firing his manager, the young man sympathized with his situation, letting him off with a request of his resignation letter, which had inevitably left him shouldering the responsibility himself.
Not that he wasn't half used to it already.
”I heard Cam bought you a ukelele from Hawaii? Did you like it?” his phone buzzed right then, and he'd lower his device, scrolling through the pictures his younger sibling had sent him. It was intricate, designs hand carved into the brown wooden surface, detailed, fine. Camil always had an eye for these musical things, and being the one black sheep of the family, Rigel couldn’t help but feel just a tad ostracized, despite his family's acceptance and understanding. ”I thought as much. Play me a song next time I come home, alright, bud? You need to pinky promise me on that.” Rigel laughed, clutching his phone in one hand, while his other ran through a few documents messily sprawled across his own desk within the walls of his office, laced with the wafting aroma of his daily doses of caffeine. ”Send my regards to mom and dad, okay, kiddo? Love you always. I'll see you soon.” the line dropped with a quiet beep, and for once in a long while, the young man released a quiet sigh, feeling the stress ease through his shoulder muscles.
The tumultuous storm had begun to lose some of its fury, having stormed for the past few days, though its fury remained apparent through its thunderous roar. Golden hues were cast to the view on the other side his window, dark, gloomy, yet beautiful at the same time, even though he preferred the warm rays of gentle sunlight, than the bright flashes of lightning. Quickly tidying up his desk after a last thorough check through his latest order list, Rigel fetched himself a lovely mug of freshly brewed coffee and headed downstairs, setting his cup down upon the reception counter, where he'd find himself crashing onto the comforting leather cushions of his seat, this time facing the dim monitor displaying the new emails in his inbox, or the gentle buzz of the company phone signalling new appointments and messages. And to think he’d have a few minutes to relax and let the caffeine kick in? Here he goes again.
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2019 8:18 am
 ✐ ❝Ⓛⓘⓢⓐ Ⓡⓞⓩⓐⓡⓘⓞ Ⓜⓐⓡⓣⓘⓝⓔⓩ❞ ✎ ══════════════════════════ "No soy todo lo que ves, pero tampoco ves todo lo que soy."The past couple of weeks were not the best for the woman, the art project she took up recently didn't work the way she would expect. The concept of food with art wasn't anything foreign to her although she couldn't seem to find anything that would completely match gears with her commissioner and well, it all seemed to break her spirit further on terms of freelancing. Her motivation had sunken low, almost down to a point where she couldn't look at her art supplies anymore. She did have a minor fit at the beginning of the week, tossing away some of her artwork and crumbling a few sketches she had made and cleared up her gallery with blinds all over the easels. Maybe it was indeed time to call the whole facade off. Of course she had been through this multiple times when she couldn't get enough commissions to keep the bread on her table or pay off the multiple more supplies she'd need, but this time she figured it was a necessity more than a momentary feeling. She was twenty-five, alone in this world but still needed to make a better living than this and maybe freelancing wasn't cut off for her. Maybe she should have taken up something less...risky like her friends suggested her to. But, it was better late than never. She applied to a few odd places, but the one at the "Cut N' Stab' seemed to have been the one place that did call her in earlier than the rest. Today was the big day. Given her distaste towards anything remotely creative recently, she would have been put off by the idea of joining a place that would be brimming with creativity, but then again, no one could yank the creative being from her soul, not even herself, which was probably why she was looking forward to it. But, what does one wear to an interview in a place like this? The woman did do some research before she picked an outfit. Research? Well, she simply stalked the owner- Rigel Falkov on social media and the few posts he would put with him in the store. Formals? Casual formals? Well, that was probably the direction she was going to go with. Dressing in a simple white T-shirt and a matching teal suit, she slipped on her shoes before she worked on her hair. Curling the ends that fell on her chest, she brushed her bangs into place, wearing a very light hand of makeup to complement her features before she headed outside. The drive there wasn't long thankfully she managed to keep her hair safe from the turmoils of the weather or she would be quite conscious about it. First impressions were important and well, this would technically be her first official job. The very fact built on her underlying nervousness, making her fiddle with her thumbs before she stepped out of the cab and stepped into the premise. Her heart was hammering madly against her chest, casting a glance around her possible new workplace she took in the faint ammonia from the dyes that couldn't overpower the sweet fragrance of the products that lingered. She could surely get used to this. Spotting the man, the man she identified from the various pictures she had seen of him during her quest to learn more about the facility and her colleagues. She brushed her bangs back in place, taking cautious steps closer before she passed him a light smile. "Hello, I'm Lisa Rozario, I was asked to meet you today." she said, "I hope I'm not late." she added, idly rubbing her foot against the back of her shin from how nervous she was. How bad could it be? ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Company: Mr Falkov || Mood: Nervous. || Single || ⓁⓇⓂ || Where: Cut N' Stab || Listening to: || OOTD: Work mode!
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Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2019 11:49 am
❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one.
We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up.
And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know.
It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is.
Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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I'm feeling welcoming. || I'm speaking to Lisa. || I'm wearing the usual || I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank. || I have feelings for no one.
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”Don’t fret, angel. I can reschedule your appointment for you. The weather’s much too harsh these past couple of days. How does.. the 7th sound?”
There had been a lot of rescheduling lately. While his appointments grow even more packed, Rigel didn’t seem to mind, despite his apparent exhaustion upon his slowly paling features, caused by the lack of proper rest. The weather had been absolutely horrid, the sudden bright flashes of lightning enough to cause Rigel to flinch every now and then, nervous, unprepared for the loud roars. He could only imagine what it would be like roaming the streets with an umbrella, and he was certainly impressed by those few that came into the shop for a casual cut and wash, regardless of the weather. But he had his employees to tend to them, leaving him with actual time to catch a break, for once. ”Lovely. I'll see you on the 7th at noon. Have a nice day!” he hung up, finally leaning back against the comforts of the chair's back rest, as golden gaze found themselves resting upon the sight of his well-kept ceiling, a clean beige colour, matched with gentle warm yellow lighting, easy on the eyes, and relaxing to a degree. He had Bree to thank for the recommendations.
He lifted his hand, glancing at the time displayed upon his worn out leather wrist watch his wife had gifted him, antiqued, yet something he held terribly dear to his own heart. He sucked in a deep breath, wondering if he ought to reschedule the incoming job interview to another date, yet before he had a chance to pick up his phone, a young woman stepped in: dressed in a shade of teal, a colour easy on the eyes, matched with a simple white shirt underneath. Formal, yet not too overbearing. Her skin was pale, cheeks tinted a healthy shade of rose, and golden gaze turned quickly enough to meet her hues of bright hazel browns peeking through her neatly brushed bangs. ”Ah, yes! I was just about to give you a call.” he pushed himself off his seat, rolling his sleeves as he made his way out from behind the reception counter. ”Rigel Falkov. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." he extended a hand, allowing the ever so welcoming smile to tug upon the corners of his lips. "I was wondering if you'd prefer to reschedule, given the weather and all.” but he was also half relieved that she was here, saving him the effort to squeeze in an interview into his newly arranged schedule.
“I hope I'm not late.”
”Hardly. he chuckled, ”Come, we can have a seat in the office, lest I end up interviewing you in the middle of the salon.” light-hearted laughter escaped his lips as he guided her up the short flight of stairs to the side of the salon, holding the door open while he gestured for her to take a seat by the couch and make herself comfortable.
”Nervous?” he asked, out of genuine curiosity. It seemed familiar to him somehow, almost reminding him of the very first job interview he went to. Rigel was absolutely terrified. ”Would you like some coffee?” he asked, bringing the empty mug he left upon his own desk, towards the coffee machine resting upon the counter's polished wooden surface, pouring himself another cup, and fetch her one, should she say yes. Eventually, he'd take a seat on the couch opposite of hers, leaning forward to place his cup down by the glass coffee table before them. Golden hues glanced through her résumé he had printed out the day prior; no work experience other than freelancing, it seemed, though Rigel wasn't the type to care about any of those. ”So, shall we begin?” he paused, placing the résumé down beside him.
”Would you mind telling me a little about yourself?” an odd question, though the young man was never quite the type to hold formal job interviews, always seemingly choosing the more casual way of approach. He never fancied typical answers, always taking a liking to more.. genuine response from his candidates.
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2019 10:25 am
✐ ❝Ⓛⓘⓢⓐ Ⓡⓞⓩⓐⓡⓘⓞ Ⓜⓐⓡⓣⓘⓝⓔⓩ❞ ✎ ══════════════════════════ "No soy todo lo que ves, pero tampoco ves todo lo que soy." With the weather the way it was, there was no surprise to why people would be rescheduling. She too thought of rescheduling with the weather and her own nervousness kicking in. But she did pull herself off of bed to do this. It was like a now or never situation for her, considering she would be procrastinating it even more if she didn't do this. The ambiance was quite the spectacle, drawing her back to her first love all over again. Colors. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad working fulltime as something as she assumed it would be. The man before her, Rigel Falkov, someone she did do a little research on before she put forth her application, welcoming and as charming as most of the comments he received from his women following. That and true to all the pictures he posted, he looked like quite the specimen. For an art enthusiast like her, she wouldn't shy away from actually asking him to model for her if she ever did feel inspired. Light skin, dark hair, well dressed and groomed and tall, she could see why he had such a following despite missing a vital organ- although, she was far from considering having someone in her life to even think the way they did. Maybe the solitude became more comforting than she had ever imagined. With a smile on her features, she took his firm hand in hers and gave him a formal shake, etiquettes hadn't lost on her with the varying array of commissions she had to socialize for. "The pleasure's all mine Mr Falkov." she'd respond, giving her head a slight shake that thankfully hadn't disturbed her set locks. "It was a good excuse to step outside." she'd add to his comment. A roll of laughter passed her lips as he did, her anxiety did seem to fade little by little. Seems like the man's presence wasn't necessarily as intimidating as she anticipated it to be as she followed him to the office- thanking him when he held the door for her. Maybe that wouldn't be the case later on, but for now it worked. ”Nervous?” Cheeks flushed like she was caught in a lie, not like she was necessarily but something like an innate response to his simple question which might have not even been an observation. "I suppose. I would be lying if I'd say I wasn't even the tiniest bit." she admitted with a light chuckle, settling back on the chair but careful enough not to sink into it since the nervousness was kicking in again, crossing her leg over the other with her hands locking onto her knee after she politely refused his offer for coffee. She wouldn't want to have to rush to the bathroom right in the middle of the interview. Nervous fingers fiddled idly over the fabric of her pants as she watched him read through her resume, almost making her reflect over it if she had misspelled her name accidentally which he was mentally making fun of her for, or maybe something even less trivial or worse! Her chain of thoughts came to a halt as she heard his first question, hands quickly releasing her knee as she set them on her lap and glanced away for a moment to think. "Lisa Rozario Martinez, age 25, and a bit of a mixed heritage which predominantly is Spanish. I've majored in Fine arts and Mastered in art and design. I've interned with a museum in my town because I was always interested in classical art forms but I managed to develop a more stylized approach which lead to freelancing." she'd say as she glanced back at him, rubbing her thumbs together, "And well, I couldn't think of continuing with freelancing because I love art too much to rely on it solely as a means of income. I'm sure you've heard this line before but I wouldn't disappoint you if you did choose to hire me--I am a little too inclined to overworking myself if it comes to that." she stated, rubbing the back of her head. If this was an informal setting, she could have went on with herself, giving him details about her family if it came to that but since this was work- she figured a sad story about being an orphan wouldn't seem right lest she wanted pity points to get the job. She did end with another light tug to her lips, waiting on his questions if he did have more for her. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Company: Mr Falkov || Mood: Nervous. || Single || ⓁⓇⓂ || Where: Cut N' Stab || Listening to: || OOTD: Work mode!
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2019 12:40 pm
❛It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one.
We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up.
And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know.
It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is.
Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.❜
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”Just 'Rigel's fine. We're the same age, after all.” he countered, voice accompanied by the crisp sound of his gentle chuckle.
“Mr Falkov” sounded odd to his ears, like he held authority, which he did, but the young man was never really fond of titles, or positions. He believed everyone is on equal footing, regardless of what, or who they are, and perhaps that was one of the reasons he seemed to be able to establish a strong bond between both himself, and his employees. Rigel only laughed, finding her answer a tad amusing. It was a rare occurrence for anyone wanting to find an excuse to step out when it was pouring this hard, but Rigel appreciated her effort, nonetheless. Already leaving a good impression at the get-go. It wasn't the least bit surprising if the young man were to say he had begun to have certain expectations from this girl.
Golden hue fell upon her lightly flushed cheeks, tainting her skin a light shade of delicate pink. He had been the same then, twiddling fingers, the nervous tapping of his own feet, his darting gaze, the cold sweat that he could briefly feel upon his forehead. He shook his head, allowing the tug of a smile to pull against the corners of his lips. ”I used to be just like you, probably even worse.” he chuckled, and paused briefly, ”I barely scraped by the interview back then, couldn't even utter a single word! You're doing fine, relax.” odd, considering how thick-skinned, and thick-headed he was, but all he could do was stutter. God knows they would’ve rejected him if it weren’t for his qualifications, or the recommendation letter the academy had given him.
Twenty five, Spanish, majored in fine arts, and art and designs, internships, freelancing, mostly what he's briefly glanced over in her résumé the day before. Passionate, he'd assume, or at least, conclude from the way she spoke of her job as a freelancer. “I wouldn't disappoint you if you did choose to hire me” a sentence he's heard more than once, words he had said himself many years back, fresh out of campus, fresh out in society, but how many were there that could truly meet the required standards? That would really put in the effort once they've secured a job? He raised a brow, curious, more so intrigued, if anything. Maybe she's different, a thought that seemed to circle his mind when she spoke, like the lingering tingle upon the back of his neck, like a sixth sense, or something of the sorts. Or maybe he was desperate for someone to help him out in his misery after a few long weeks of handling everything on his own.
”You’ll have to keep in mind not to bite off more than you can chew, angel.” a light chuckle escaped his lips, extending a hand forward to grab his mug of freshly brewed coffee. ”While work is important, I hope you prioritize your own health above all else. But fret not, I'll be keeping an eye on you.” and “an eye” is all he has, really. A casual slip of a light-hearted pun into their informal interview. Honestly, at this rate, Rigel didn't care about her educational qualifications. He didn’t care if she was a straight A, or a failing student. He didn’t care if she did, or did not go to college. What he prioritized was their attitude, the way they handle themselves on different situations. If they had enough wit to overcome certain things.
Overworking. A weakness, yet not exactly a negative trait. Hardworking, he concluded. Perhaps he'd have less to worry about deadlines should he choose to hire her. He took a sip of his coffee, taking in a whiff of the aromatic flavour. ”Where do you see yourself in let's say.. five years? What's your idea of.. success?” a curious question, what were her ambitions? What is she trying to achieve? What did she truly seek? His eyes flicked upwards, locking onto hues of hazel browns.
”Oh, dear- I'm not putting too much pressure on you, am I?” his eyes widened for a split second before he lowered his mug. ”I’m quite curious about you, frankly speaking. Forgive me if I get a little.. off topic.” running a free hand through his navy blue locks, and brushing them backwards, Rigel heaved a quiet breath and leaned his back against the soft cushions of the couch,
”Feel free to voice out if you have any questions- I'm loath to stress my candidates out in an interview.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2019 10:38 pm
xxxx→ тнυяsםαч, sєρтємвєя ⑥тн ←
םαч ④ σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ③③③ ◦
( ⑩ мσитнs, ②⑨ םαчs )
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2019 6:28 pm
 
Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Company: No one >> Random strangers
Where: Home >> Work Wearing: Knee high boots for the win Mood: calm, hungry, need my tea...
Place of Work: Cut N' Stab Bank:$731 Cash:$30
ooc:
Waking up in front of the fireplace with a book wasn't a horrible start to the day, though she was sore and running a bit late. Running to the bathroom she jumped into the shower and as quickly as possible got ready for the day. Why did I decide reading in the living room was a good idea? She mumbled to her reflection as she brushed out her hair before braiding it. Making it to her room she was grateful she'd set out her clothes the night before, and dressed as fast as she could. Ripped jeans, black T, knee high boots, she needed to be practical today as work would come first.
Dressed to go she grabbed her phone, keys, and the sketch pad she'd finished a few pieces in, and darting out the door, only spending enough time to make sure it was locked. With bus fare in hand she ran towards to bus, making it just in time. I might not be late after all.. Her voice was low as she found a seat and waited for her stop. Though the need to not be late meant she'd given up her chance for breakfast and morning tea, she would just have to manage with her snack drawer and grab a tea on lunch.
With the bus ride over Alex walked the rest of the distance to the shop and smiled. Not Late thank the gods. Entering she maneuvered her way towards the back where the parlor sat, with the door unlocked and lights turned on she could relax. She'd yet to have a customer this early in the day and new she had time to breath now that she was here, but first to prep the room just in case. Grabbing the broom she swept the waiting and reception space, listened to the one message left from the previous day, and wiped down the surfaces in her space, she prided herself on the cleanliness of the shop.
With her morning routine completed Alex grabbed a granola bar from her drawer and made herself comfortable at the front desk, flipping through her book she pulled out the completed drawings, and filed the ones already meant for someone away and added the rest to a binder, where customers could flip through and pick if they wanted to. Snacking away at her food she flipped to a new page and began drawing, what? She didn't know yet, it was the simple way her mind worked when coming up with something new. As she sat there drawing she found her mind drifting to the day before, the date she had, and memories of becoming a manta ray. Smirking she knew what she was going to draw this time.
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2019 5:36 pm
xxxx→ тнυяsםαч, sєρтємвєя ②⑦тн ←
םαч ④ σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
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( ⑪ мσитнs, ②0 םαчs )
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2020 11:51 pm
Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Company: None
Where: Work Wearing: Black leggings, white tank, black boots Mood: Tired, Worried
Place of Work: Cut N' Stab Bank:$600 Cash:$30
ooc: Who Am I? Damn moon is bugging me already...
Alex cringed as she awoke in her bed, the day before she had spent deep cleaning her apartment, and walking around her neighborhood. She still wasn't quite used to the area but was making due with what she had. Throwing back her blankets she practically crawled from her bed to the kitchen, filling her kettle with water she placed it on the stove and let it heat up while she brushed her hair. Today she'd leave it down, unless a client walked in at least. While she was getting dressed in a pair of black leggings and a white tank top, the kettle screamed at her. A groan escaped her as she made her way back to the kitchen to prepare a large tumbler of tea. While it steeped she found her boots and everything she needed to leave the house.
Phone, Wallet, Keys, Lunch, Sketch book. All of which she tossed into her back pack before grabbing her drink and a breakfast wrap she'd prepared the night before. Making sure the door was locked she began her journey to work and watched the early morning people around her. She only had one Client actually planned for the day, and they where going to be there in about two hours, so she knew she had a little time to spare.
Once she made her way to work she set about sanitizing the space and prepping for the day. Once that was done she settled into the desk at the front and resumed her sketch she'd started. Thinking about tonight, and the possibility of something going very wrong. What was she going to be this time?
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2020 8:34 pm
xxxx→ sαтυяםαч, sєρтємвєя ②⑨тн ←
םαч ⑥ σғ ⑦ υитιℓ тιмє sкιρ
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☾☼ ιи-яρ םαчs sιиcє ℓ.σ. σρєиєם: ☼☽
◦ םαч ③⑤⑥ ◦
( ⑪ мσитнs, ②② םαчs )
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2020 9:27 am
✐ ❝Ⓛⓘⓢⓐ Ⓡⓞⓩⓐⓡⓘⓞ Ⓜⓐⓡⓣⓘⓝⓔⓩ❞ ✎ ══════════════════════════ "No soy todo lo que ves, pero tampoco ves todo lo que soy." A bright sunny day outside and probably a great day to go out for a walk, maybe capture a few picture ideas for some future art and backgrounds. How was it fair that her boss and good friend, outside this workplace of course, was getting to go out while she had to spend the day in the salon?! Well, she opted for it when the two were discussing it. She liked working so there wasn't anything holding her back, except her muse that was slowly coming back to her. But no, she could always go out when she was heading for lunch, or even on her way home. Yes! the colours would be so perfect then. Sitting at her desk like any other day, she had just finished finalizing the salary reports and the progress reports of the store as she was supposed to, the prints all ready and set on Rigel's desk for the next day and the indents for the new colours requested by the sylists to add to their stocks. Productive and a good day it would seem! Stepping out to the salon, she settled down on one of the chairs. The business was slow today, but it wasn't a bad thing. It was a nice day so it was obvious a lot of people weren't planning on getting a style or cut anytime today. Dressed in striped pants and a dull red shirt, she had her hair neatly tucked behind her ears, tapping on the armrest while she waited. She did want to try out the new skills she was learning from Rigel and one of his stylists, maybe she could try it on one of them but maybe she'd wait until a customer came by. "Slow day isn't it?" she stated to one of them, crossing her leg over the other. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Company: Staff || Mood: Cheery || Single || ⓁⓇⓂ || Where: Cut N' Stab || Listening to: || OOTD: Work mode!
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2020 12:20 pm
 ☇ [̲̲̅̅F][̲̅r][̲̅e][̲̅y][̲̅̅a] ✬ [̲̅A][̲̅s][̲̅t][̲̅o][̲̅t][̲̲̅̅l][̲̅e̲] ✬ xYou can't quit until you try
You can't live until you die
You can't learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lie. █████████ • ✬ ✭ ✮ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░↛ Getting up that morning, Freya had gone through her normal routine of showering and getting dressed, then eating her breakfast. After she ate, she had sat down on her couch to watch some TV, brushing out her hair as she sat there. Touching the ends, she groaned and looked at them, her ears lying flat back in distaste. "How long has it even been since I had my hair trimmed..?" She asked herself out loud as she thought back. She really couldn't remember, so it was probably long since over due. Pulling out her phone, she looked up where would be the best place to get it done, since she still wasn't terrible familiar with the area. "Hm, the Cut N' Stab. Interesting name. I'll have to check it out." Tucking her phone into her pocket and getting up, she grabbed her bag and made her way out the door.
Making her way through the town, it was a bit of a walk, but she liked being outside, so it wasn't the worst thing. Humming a bit to herself, Freya realized she hadn't checked if they are by appointment only, and by the time she'd get there, there really wouldn't be much of a point to call first. Shrugging, she figured she'd just go in and see if they accepted walk-ins, and if not, she'd make an appointment. Pulling her long hair over her shoulder, she braided it slowly as she walked, sighing sadly as she eyed her very dead and broken ends. Before she knew it, she approached the door and walked in. Her eyes quickly went around the room and took in her surroundings. Walking over to a woman who was sitting in one of the chairs, but clearly not a customer, Freya's tail flicked nervously. "Excuse me. Is the salon by appointment only or are walk-ins welcome?" Her blue eyes looked around again, taking notice of the different people who worked there. ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ • ✬ ✭ ✮ • █████████You can't breathe until you choke
You gotta laugh when you're the joke
There's nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive.
[❖: Mood][Hesitant][☀:Location][Cut N' Stab] [☂:I'm with][Herself][✖:O.O.C.][.No Worries! smile .][✭Money:][500]
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2020 11:28 am
✐ ❝Ⓛⓘⓢⓐ Ⓡⓞⓩⓐⓡⓘⓞ Ⓜⓐⓡⓣⓘⓝⓔⓩ❞ ✎ ══════════════════════════ "No soy todo lo que ves, pero tampoco ves todo lo que soy." While it would seem like they would barely have anyone walking in, the door swung open and a customer walked in. Lisa stood up and gave her a quick welcome bow and a smile. "Welcome!" she called out, her eyes settling on the woman for a moment, taking in how long her hair was. Wow, she couldn't think of ever growing her hair out that long. She even considered asking Rigel to give her an edgy haircut to make her feel less boring? Not that the other looked any boring, she had beautiful long hair that maybe just needed some work. "Walk in's are welcome although my boss isn't here, we still have our stylists and myself, who can assure you get the treatment you deserve." she stated, offering her a seat if she wanted to. Judging by her looking at her hair, she assumed she was here for a haircut although she couldn't be too sure. "So, would you like a haircut, style or a tattoo? Or a spa?" she asked, putting forward the printed price chart with the services mentioned. "Feel free to take your time." she added, asking one of the members to bring over some water for her. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Company: A customer|| Mood: Cheery || Single || ⓁⓇⓂ || Where: Cut N' Stab || Listening to: || OOTD: Work mode!
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2020 10:45 am
☇ [̲̲̅̅F][̲̅r][̲̅e][̲̅y][̲̅̅a] ✬ [̲̅A][̲̅s][̲̅t][̲̅o][̲̅t][̲̲̅̅l][̲̅e̲] ✬ x You can't quit until you try
You can't live until you die
You can't learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lie. █████████ • ✬ ✭ ✮ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░↛ Freya gave a small smile as she was told that walk ins were welcome. That was certainly a relief. Taking the offered seat, she moved her tail out of the way as she sat down, crossing her legs. Trying to appear as civilized as possible. It was a weird feeling for her to be in a place like this, she had even put some sandals on to ease people's judgement since she normally walked around barefoot. Her ears perked up a bit as she looked over the woman who she was speaking to, she seemed nice enough, though she worked there, so it meant her niceties could just be an act. But Freya liked to see the good in people. Besides, what reason would she have to not like her already since she just walked in, right?
Holding her hands up and splaying her fingers wide, Freya just smiled kindly, "Just a hair cut, a trim really. I'm afraid my skin won't take to tattoos and it's impossible to style this mop." She laughed as she gestured to her hair. It really was impossible to style it, that's why she always just let it grow out. And her skin? Well considering she was covered in soft fur and spots, there wasn't any real way to get tattoos on there. Taking the price sheet she had passed forward, it was certainly a fair price. Looking at the waxing section, she couldn't help but chuckle a little to herself. What would they do if she had tried to get a wax? Shaking her head and pushing the thought out of her head, she told herself she'd laugh more about it later when she wasn't in public and look crazy. "I think just the regular women's cut will suit me just fine, thank you." Sliding the price chart back to the woman, Freya realized she hasn't gotten her name yet. Biting her lip, her tail thumped gently on the chair as she wondered if she should introduce herself first or wait. She was terrible at social interaction. She figured she'd just wait and see, not wanting to be the one to bridge the subject of names first. ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ • ✬ ✭ ✮ • █████████You can't breathe until you choke
You gotta laugh when you're the joke
There's nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive.
[❖: Mood][Hesitant][☀:Location][Cut N' Stab] [☂:I'm with][Herself & an Employee][✖:O.O.C.][.Sorry for the wait. Work was killer this week. sad .][✭Money:][500]
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2020 11:05 am
✐ ❝Ⓛⓘⓢⓐ Ⓡⓞⓩⓐⓡⓘⓞ Ⓜⓐⓡⓣⓘⓝⓔⓩ❞ ✎ ══════════════════════════ "No soy todo lo que ves, pero tampoco ves todo lo que soy." The woman watched as the other took her seat, quite amused by the way she appeared. It wasn't everyday, even in a diverse city like this, that one could see people like her around. Not to mention, she was like a work of art, so carefully made with such detail that her fur had its own pattern! Wow, that was basically all she could think of while trying her best not to seem like she was oddly wooed by the woman. She was merely an admirer of art, even if that was people. Something Lisa could notice, she couldn't tell what gave it away, but somehow she understood how the other must have felt. She was evidently different, but there was barely much she could do with her being at work. But then again, Rigel wouldn't mind her making a customer feel comfortable around her. She slipped off her heels that took away some of the height it added, resting her bare feet on the cold marble floor with a light sigh. "Boy that was hard wearing them for so long." she stated, glancing back at her, "I'm sorry, wearing these high shoes everyday does kill my feet. Of course my boss doesn't force me to, but I think it goes well with the attire." she stated with a smile, hoping this was enough to ease off some tension from the woman's shoulders. "A trim sounds fine, you do have beautiful long hair, and if my boss was here, he would show you just how wonderfully you could style it with the right touch." the woman stated, not because it was her job, but because she truly believed the right hand made quite the difference. "But alas, your wish is our command," she smiled, passing her a bright grin. Was she doing too much? Was this just fine? The woman nodded and took the card from her, another stylist walking over with a smile. "She'll help you get your hair washed and ready for the trim. Don't worry, washing and styling is part of the package." she stated, "Oh, where are my manners! Please call me Lisa, I'm the manager here and I'll make sure you have the treatment you deserve!" she said with a bow, lest the woman wanted to shake her hand, "I'm afraid I didn't catch your name.." she added, leading her to the wash bowls. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Company: A customer || Mood: Cheery || Single || ⓁⓇⓂ || Where: Cut N' Stab || Listening to: || OOTD: Work mode!
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