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 Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 11:22 pm
------------------------------------------- Quote: Bell McMahon (Tonberry Queen X) x Reynard Michaels (Shinigamisgirl) Each person would receive a red envelope addressed to their attention in the mail that day. The envelope contained a white note card, ticket information neatly printed on one side in an elegant silver script and the details provided by their date on the reverse side. The museum will open its doors at 6:45pm for the birds that like to be early. You will be meeting with your partner on the first floor at the start of the Art Through the Ages wall.Refreshments will be served in the grand hall for those wishing to partake. Tonberry Queen X Name: Reynard Michaels - 'Reed' Age: 22 Likes: Italian food, Gardening, Caffeine, Intelligence. Dislikes: Questionable meats, sports talk, morons. First Thing People Notice About Me: Annoying Smirk; or the ear studs. I'll be: Attempting to get out of my own head and actually enjoy being back in the city. I'm looking for decent frivolous conversation, more-so than a dating experience. Shinigamisgirl Name: Bell Age: 25 Likes: Maturity, Intelligence, Talent Dislikes: Practical jokes, Children, Vegetables First Thing People Notice About Me: My knee-length strawberry-brunette hair. I'll be: In a powder-blue Grecian style dress. -------------------------------------------
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 11:34 pm
Reed had nearly brushed off the invitation. He was tired, he ached. He'd made a promise to himself though. He couldn't let that go, and the idea that he would leave someone else there, alone, wondering if they'd been ditched. No, just no. He wouldn't have done that to himself, let alone some girl; in what sounded like a lovely dress....
Oh god he couldn't even remember what he'd written on his card...
So Reed showed up, not early, but on time enough by anyone's standards. Wearing the most basic of suits. Really it was a simple black vest over an even simpler dress shirt, and a pair of old black slacks. He didn't have the energy to dress to impress, or the money. Maybe a month from now. He was still, still, recouping from the move in December. He hated it.
Reed told himself, as he wandered around the first floor and into the Art Through The Ages Exhibit, that he would forgive the girl if she felt like seeking better company.
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2016 11:12 am
Bell had arrived early, having not much better to do that day. She couldn't help that desolate feeling that seemed to hover over her most days. She gave a small sigh as she seemed to stare emptily at the first piece at the Art Through the Ages exhibit. Though the eyes saw, they didn't seem to really see.. She fought any accusations of depression, but for the last year at least, she was either completely listless, or ready to cut a b***h. So why had she agreed to some social event like this, where one was expected to act in a cheery manner? Could she even manage chipper? Well.... Seeming to suddenly remember why she was here, she looked at the card. Hmm... Bell looked around the room.... Author Message
Shiningamisgirl
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2016 12:04 pm
The exhibit could have been better; a bunch of period pieces, hopefully nothing modern in the mix, because he refused to believe random paint splotches and cubes were real 'art'.
Glancing away from the first few paintings he passed, his gaze landed on the lone girl in the room. "Bell?" Saying a strangers name felt so odd, awkward. He was never a fan of introductions.
The hair should have been the first tip off, it matched the description in the card, but the dress was the real eye catcher; absolutely stunning. The picture she made far more interesting than any piece of art in the room could have been; except for the expression on her face.
"I'm Reed and I'm sorry to say you might be stuck with me for the evening." Unless she'd rather not be, he reminded himself, and smiled.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2016 9:00 am
Bell turned to her addressor - at least they hadn't backed out, that was some relief. "Indeed I am. Pleased to meet you, Reed." Bell wasn't exactly am unknown in Destiny City. In fact, she was kind of a celebrity, mostly known throughout her life as 'the multi-millionaire heiress,' of the McMahon digital studio software company. Until she had, indeed, inherited it, and promptly sold it. Now she was just a multi-millionaire. She had never wanted anything to do with her Father's company. In fact, she was largely technologically-illiterate. All she had cared about was theatre. Last year she had co-starred in a movie. It was one of those romantic comedies that you see the trailer of in theaters, consider going to see it, and then never seem to hear of again. Before that she had starred in a film-adaption of some obscure musical. Now she was back in Destiny City, and at loose ends. She could do anything she wanted, except escape this city, it seemed. That and, well, land her own dates. Thus this Valentines...thing. Probably because non-scripted human interaction was not her forte. "It may very well be you who is stuck with me, and I'm afraid I'm not very good at conversation unless it's on a script," she gave an odd sort of smile then, "Theatre brat, you see."
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2016 11:02 am
Being stuck with her didn't seem like the most terrible way to spend his night. Certainly it was starting to look better than being alone. Though he was surprised to hear that she'd been in films, or was it actual theater?
"There's noting wrong with a little improv then, for the sake of practice?" Reed wasn't much of a movie buff, he had a select few things he liked to watch. That and he'd only recently moved back into DC. He hadn't exactly had much time between school and everything else; to play catch up on local releases or current star affairs. He didn't want to be insulting though, not recognizing someone he maybe likely should have..
"So, lets assume that I've spent the last three years hiding under a rock in Sao Paulo?" Well it'd been more like hiding under a bush, but..he was not going to make a plant joke. Even if he really, really wanted to...
"Are we talking Macbeth on Broadway, or B rated horror films?"
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