Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2014 8:49:22 GMT -8
Johanné: The tall, slender blonde was seated at the table that had become her usual, close enough to see the entrance but off to one side. She had a glass of white wine in front of her and occasionally lifted it to take a tiny sip. Her pale blonde hair was loose around shoulders left bare by the tiny straps holding up her knee-length knitted blue dress. A calm but cold glance from pale blue eyes was sufficient to change the mind of any human male that began to approach her. She waited as if she had all the time in the world because, well, she did. The hostess at the entry to the tasting room had been told that she was expecting someone, though his name was not given because she didn't know if he'd want it spread around. She listened to the soft music playing in the background, quite relaxed, for the moment. -d-
Hosea: So, this is the place? There was probably plenty of these around, but the girl mentioned this particular wine tasting tavern. A tall, athletic dark brunette man of astonishing appearance donned in exquisite wardrobe. Some of the women suddenly gave him eye contact which to them would be dangerous so he averted his gaze knowing vampire tricks and all would be bad for them. His skin tone was a bit dark, like that of cedar wood. Americans usually was creamy colored, some olive or dark tan. He was foreign as it screamed loud and clear in this room. Then again, many foreigners nowadays flocked to the Americas such as the Asians who works hard for a living. He chose to wear something casual, nothing formal. It was a meeting so he put on a black and red checkered shirt along with some khaki brown pants complete with the red, ankle length boots. He was six ft in height. He appeared like somebody who excelled in the best schools around the world, actually he has. There was no doubt his grade point levels topped one of the best out there in fact. His father raised his son so that he didn't look stupid in front of a crowd, he was taught to speak when a guest approached. For every time he saw people enjoying life, he often looks back on what he could've had. Her scent drafted into his nostrils, a nice heavenly one matching what he picked up from the letter. In stride he walk in the most elegant fashion. "Senorita?" His Spanish accent drifted directing at her now.(d)
Johanné: When she saw him coming, she remained seated because it was human etiquette for the lady to do so when a man approached and they were in public. Had they not been, she would have risen from her seat to demonstrate her respect for his greater power. Her own very pale coloring was a stark contrast to his. She smiled up at him, the faint hint of color in her alabaster complexion coming from a light application of cosmetics because she had not yet fed that evening. Her voice was a soft soprano, well-modulated, with just a slight hint of a Danish accent to flavor it. "Senor Placenia? A pleasure to meet you in person at last." She offered a slender hand for him to take if he wished. "Would you care to be seated?" -d-
Hosea: To be honest, he didn't like huge crowded places but this would do. She was after all a lady so he respected her like he does with any females. Lovely indeed, looking at her like he does with the women who shared his bed. Such curses he wielded within him so is the case. Lovers of death so it's heard. "We finally meet. I felt by exchanging letters the way we did, it sounded historical like I read about." He expected she may consider his dull presence. You see, Hosea hasn't met anybody who could keep up with such an intellectual of a man pretty much so. It was this that Belle Morte thought to choose people like him, being an asset to the bloodline. He once was used as a tool cause of his brain capacity that made even the hunters fear him and for good reason. He didn't speak about anything supernatural, keeping it low key. He did planted a soft, warm kiss on her hand right before he sat down. It was custom, he kept to that and his ancestry. "What brings you to this dashing city?" A waiter stopped their usual spot. This man loomed over the two with a notebook and pencil in his possession. His tone interrupting. "Welcome. May I get you two something?" His necklace wasn't around his neck tonight, leaving it behind at home so he wasn't able to devour solids or liquids without his secret treasure. (d)
Johanné: Her pale eyes warmed as she took in the way he was looking at her. She was of Belle's line and they were all chosen for their beauty as well as whatever other desirable qualities they might possess. Her appearance was a weapon in her arsenal, but that didn't mean she failed to enjoy using it. She lowered her hand to her lap after he kissed it. "It was time for a change and Seattle is near the ocean. I very much enjoy the ocean. It reminds me of my childhood. I never stay in one place for too long." Never long enough for people to notice she wasn't aging, that is. When the waiter came over, she indicated the glass of wine already on the table in front of her and shook her head at him before smiling at Hosea. "Might I buy you a glass of wine? This white isn't bad but if you prefer something else...?" She had barely sipped from her own glass, of course. Just enough to not look out of place. –d-
Hosea: Always on the move like him, very nice. He didn't either and if he wasn't going anywhere he pointed to a lover in his own bed at home. His love life was personal so he kept it to himself, the waiter was slightly looked at. "Water please. Thank you." His tone very polite at the man, he was doing his job. He liked that in a person who constantly did well. There was no utter laziness. The waiter smiled nodding to him while waiting for the lady to answer his question. He was here to serve and that's all he did. Water? Oh? He forgot where he was since he didn't drink a glass of wine in a long, long time. "Red wine. I appreciated it." Wine. A symbol of a million things. Reminds him of a god in mythology called Dionysus. The god of wine. He misses those days when traditions meant something. "Ah! Nice to know one such as I graces Seattle." Did it mattered if other Belle's was in the area? Not really. He wasn't a proud type so whether others were about didn't faze him in the least. Only when there were smarter people like him, it meant he found an interest. Let's see where should he begin. "I am here cause there is deep roots. As in, where there is the beginning I am there. Not that I'm an archaeologist, most assume as such." That letter she got will make it obvious he wasn't man of modern times. His animal to call were jaguars. A powerful wild cat whose rumored to have an ancestry of Aztecs.(d)
Johanné: She picked up the wine menu and indicated a burgundy she'd tried the night before and liked, asking the waiter to bring him a glass of that. She waited until the man left before looking back at Hosea. "I thought with you being involved in the museum you had to have an interest in history. I'm into more modern things, myself, like computers. But I do appreciate old world manners. I was glad that you enjoyed my gift to you." The waiter brought Hosea's wine and left again. "Truthfully, I have yet to find a place to settle more than briefly. A place for myself, if you will. I find employment here and there but move on when it ends. I do enjoy reading stories of the Vikings but that is my ancestry." This was quite evident in her tallness and her very pale Nordic coloring. -d-
Hosea: A weak spot of his from the look on his face as she mentioned Vikings. Her ancestry did she say? Splendid. "You must tell me more about these Vikings? I'm familiar with their customs." He swished his wine glass in the right of his hand, playing with it creating small tornadoes inside as she gave him a little touch of her background. "I'm from the time the Spanish fought the French. My father was promoted to General." Yes. The no nonsense of a father figure in his life. How do you suppose his son came out? A child raised in a home where he didn't meet any of his brothers or sisters. They perished before he came into this world. Sad, tragic, that was his life. His parents didn't think Hosea will make it. Thinking he will be inflicted with disease soon as he reached a certain age. (d)
Johanné: "Well, they are a few generations back. My father was a fisherman in a small village in Denmark. But I love Viking myths and legends, as well as looking at their history." She raised her glass and took a tiny sip of her wine. "I'll be happy to speak of them as much as you like once I get settled in. I need to find a place to live." And a few backup sleeping hideouts, of course. "And probably a job. I like to keep busy. But at least I can sail my yacht here. Weather permitting, of course." She smiled at him. -d-
Hosea: Hmm. It would seem she was looking for work so why not open doors to opportunity. This was it. "There are positions at my museum that needs feeling. What do you say to work for me." This was poured right in front of her while he did listen to her amazing tale about her past he was mostly focused on recruiting for his business. Putting his glass down on the table, his elbows on the table with his hands folded. His hazel oculars staring at her with a wide smile that wasn't uncommon of his ways of persuasion. He can be a manipulative little bastard if it was necessary, there was no need for that considering she wasn't of any harm. A Belle Morte weren't looked upon as fighting materials, there was, however, a side to them that people often doesn't see. Often causing them to plummet rock bottom. (d)
Johanné: "If you need a computer consultant, I'm your girl. I have the degrees to prove it. I'm also a fairly good business manager and personal assistant." Getting a job with another preternatural was always the best choice. They didn't need forged proof of identity and so on because they didn't ask awkward questions. Awkward in that she couldn't give truthful answers to them, that is. She did, of course, have excellent documentation on her current false identity if he needed them for tax purposes. She had her cold, calculating side. In fact, it was almost the only side she had. She was very practical and somewhat lacking in the warmer emotions. "All I need now is a realtor who doesn't mind showing residences after sunset." A human one, of course. A shifter might find her schedule more compatible but she wouldn't want a strange preternatural knowing where she was going to live. -d-
Hosea: Nice. Sure, he was a computer expert as well. Hosea could use her in such a field. The tip of his finger lightly touched his chin, closing his eyes for a moment thinking. This was his chance getting the museum off the ground, many has been flocking to there on days and nights it opened. As for his identification he rarely told false stories when it came to showing some documentations. He wasn't bothered with someone who dealt with aliens--foreigners. Dealing with citizen immigrants from outside America. One good thing was that he dealt with it soon as he entered the city. It was life really having to go through all of that to be accepted. As for IDs...he made his what with all this sweet technology. It was a total lie he knows. A good liar can get away with it. Like him for instance. Half-truths worked fine or omitting important information wasn't exactly deceitful either. "That's fine. As for residence, I am sure we will make sure you're settled in. If you need help with that let me know." She was a fellow Morte, how can he not extend his welcome considering there was enough dragons and Marmee Noirs than their line...(d)
Johanné: "I'll look around until I find a place that I like and renovate it to my needs. Until then, the hotel suits me. Shall I stop in at the museum tomorrow night so you can show me where you want me to start?" She wasn't terribly fond of other lines but she could deal with them. Once she'd was settled she'd do a more thorough investigation of the night life in the city. Clubbing was an easy way to feed. -d-
Hosea: If he was human this conversation may have turned around a bit. He wouldn't have hired her on the spot in a snap of the finger like he had. It didn't hurt interviewing some of the employees who came in wanting work. Still, this woman he met recently was alright in his book. They did meet for the first time seeing how she do as she continues sticking around. Hosea was no one's fool. He wasn't entirely stupid as most may assume he was incapable of much. He doesn't move unless his opponent does so to speak. It's the same way he plays all those strategy games at home when he's got nothing else to do or want to take a break from all the work he's been putting in. "I will show you everything. It may not be all in one day, but enough so you get in understanding what it is we do. The Black Mask will surely welcome you." He smiled softly at her hinting at a little charm slipping passing those curved lips of his. Thinking she may look at him as not worth her time right when he approached her, sat down, hoping she'd walk out due to his lack of fun and all the excitement. (d)
Johanné: "Well, not all in one night, perhaps. I'm no day walker. The sunburn is just too much." Yes, a joke of sorts, accompanied by a slight smile. She'd known about the natural hazards of becoming a vampire before she was sired. It was hunters that worried her, when anything did. "Do you have an office dress code? I won't want to stand out too much." Being a geek of sorts, though not as much as some others, she didn't mind lack of fun. And excitement, outside of a bed, at least, was frequently caused by something worth avoiding. However, she did still need to find herself a meal so she beckoned the waiter over to ask for the check. "If there is more you'd like to discuss, I can stay, but I'd like to go find a meal before it gets too much later. If you don't mind, that is?" -d-
Hosea: Things to worry about during your undead life was this. Competitive vampires who think they’re so much better than you. Priests who always never leave home with their holy materials, hunters became one of those thorns in your steps. There was also the men in white with majestic wings called angels, messengers of their Creator who destroyed filthy creatures like them. It's obvious. You was dead, you walked at night or creeped during the day for someone that can be detected with someone whose capable of such feat. How he survived this long is that it required some serious training on his part. You had to know what to expect once you give your soul for damnation. He remembers too much of his first times. First times always ends in tragedies that eventually builds strength. Trial and error will do that. "I have someone who will meet you. I'm sure he will escort you there." He looked around waiting for her response to his meeting with his messenger at the time of her arrival. (d)
Johanné: "I can meet him in the museum lobby unless you think there is some reason he should meet me here at the hotel. I have my car here." The waiter arrived with the check and she paid it, giving him a slightly above average tip since he'd been very good about appearing only when he actually had to. After he left, she picked up her purse and stood. Her stiletto-heeled ankle high boots lofted her to a full three inches above six feet and emphasized the length of her legs. "It was nice meeting you, Hosea." -d-
Hosea: It was a done deal between them then. He wouldn't immediately give her his office address as he chose to direct her soon as she got there. "You know him by the name of Razeem. He will be there. His description is five ft nine, olive complexion with dark straight her and brown eyes, he is of Indian descent. A dark blue corvette will be what he'll be driving so you know it is him." Got to lay down the details right? Didn't want her to by-pass a total stranger. If he didn't mention a description she'll be missing a mark. How do you suppose he picked this woman out when he could've not seen her at all due to not knowing what she looked like at the time. It's how the police can capture criminals in the modern times now. Even when he's never seen his target, there are steps to ensure he or she is the one they want. It was in contrast to that. Hoping she got that down or at least, memorize it all.(d)
Johanné: 5'9", hmm? Oh well, she preferred flat-soled footwear when planning to work anyhow, except when work involved putting on a cocktail dress and schmoozing. At 5'11", she'd already be taller than this Razeem. She nodded. "I'll bring my laptop. Have a good evening, Hosea." She smelled of leather, the tart/sweet scent of lingonberries, and just a faint whiff of an expensive custom perfume she had specially blended just for her so that it would not overwhelm preternatural senses. Most humans never noticed the hint of flowers and spices. She leaned down and brushed a kiss against his cheek before straightening up to stroll out of the room. She already had directions to a nightclub where she could find a suitable meal. -d-
Hosea: So, this is the place? There was probably plenty of these around, but the girl mentioned this particular wine tasting tavern. A tall, athletic dark brunette man of astonishing appearance donned in exquisite wardrobe. Some of the women suddenly gave him eye contact which to them would be dangerous so he averted his gaze knowing vampire tricks and all would be bad for them. His skin tone was a bit dark, like that of cedar wood. Americans usually was creamy colored, some olive or dark tan. He was foreign as it screamed loud and clear in this room. Then again, many foreigners nowadays flocked to the Americas such as the Asians who works hard for a living. He chose to wear something casual, nothing formal. It was a meeting so he put on a black and red checkered shirt along with some khaki brown pants complete with the red, ankle length boots. He was six ft in height. He appeared like somebody who excelled in the best schools around the world, actually he has. There was no doubt his grade point levels topped one of the best out there in fact. His father raised his son so that he didn't look stupid in front of a crowd, he was taught to speak when a guest approached. For every time he saw people enjoying life, he often looks back on what he could've had. Her scent drafted into his nostrils, a nice heavenly one matching what he picked up from the letter. In stride he walk in the most elegant fashion. "Senorita?" His Spanish accent drifted directing at her now.(d)
Johanné: When she saw him coming, she remained seated because it was human etiquette for the lady to do so when a man approached and they were in public. Had they not been, she would have risen from her seat to demonstrate her respect for his greater power. Her own very pale coloring was a stark contrast to his. She smiled up at him, the faint hint of color in her alabaster complexion coming from a light application of cosmetics because she had not yet fed that evening. Her voice was a soft soprano, well-modulated, with just a slight hint of a Danish accent to flavor it. "Senor Placenia? A pleasure to meet you in person at last." She offered a slender hand for him to take if he wished. "Would you care to be seated?" -d-
Hosea: To be honest, he didn't like huge crowded places but this would do. She was after all a lady so he respected her like he does with any females. Lovely indeed, looking at her like he does with the women who shared his bed. Such curses he wielded within him so is the case. Lovers of death so it's heard. "We finally meet. I felt by exchanging letters the way we did, it sounded historical like I read about." He expected she may consider his dull presence. You see, Hosea hasn't met anybody who could keep up with such an intellectual of a man pretty much so. It was this that Belle Morte thought to choose people like him, being an asset to the bloodline. He once was used as a tool cause of his brain capacity that made even the hunters fear him and for good reason. He didn't speak about anything supernatural, keeping it low key. He did planted a soft, warm kiss on her hand right before he sat down. It was custom, he kept to that and his ancestry. "What brings you to this dashing city?" A waiter stopped their usual spot. This man loomed over the two with a notebook and pencil in his possession. His tone interrupting. "Welcome. May I get you two something?" His necklace wasn't around his neck tonight, leaving it behind at home so he wasn't able to devour solids or liquids without his secret treasure. (d)
Johanné: Her pale eyes warmed as she took in the way he was looking at her. She was of Belle's line and they were all chosen for their beauty as well as whatever other desirable qualities they might possess. Her appearance was a weapon in her arsenal, but that didn't mean she failed to enjoy using it. She lowered her hand to her lap after he kissed it. "It was time for a change and Seattle is near the ocean. I very much enjoy the ocean. It reminds me of my childhood. I never stay in one place for too long." Never long enough for people to notice she wasn't aging, that is. When the waiter came over, she indicated the glass of wine already on the table in front of her and shook her head at him before smiling at Hosea. "Might I buy you a glass of wine? This white isn't bad but if you prefer something else...?" She had barely sipped from her own glass, of course. Just enough to not look out of place. –d-
Hosea: Always on the move like him, very nice. He didn't either and if he wasn't going anywhere he pointed to a lover in his own bed at home. His love life was personal so he kept it to himself, the waiter was slightly looked at. "Water please. Thank you." His tone very polite at the man, he was doing his job. He liked that in a person who constantly did well. There was no utter laziness. The waiter smiled nodding to him while waiting for the lady to answer his question. He was here to serve and that's all he did. Water? Oh? He forgot where he was since he didn't drink a glass of wine in a long, long time. "Red wine. I appreciated it." Wine. A symbol of a million things. Reminds him of a god in mythology called Dionysus. The god of wine. He misses those days when traditions meant something. "Ah! Nice to know one such as I graces Seattle." Did it mattered if other Belle's was in the area? Not really. He wasn't a proud type so whether others were about didn't faze him in the least. Only when there were smarter people like him, it meant he found an interest. Let's see where should he begin. "I am here cause there is deep roots. As in, where there is the beginning I am there. Not that I'm an archaeologist, most assume as such." That letter she got will make it obvious he wasn't man of modern times. His animal to call were jaguars. A powerful wild cat whose rumored to have an ancestry of Aztecs.(d)
Johanné: She picked up the wine menu and indicated a burgundy she'd tried the night before and liked, asking the waiter to bring him a glass of that. She waited until the man left before looking back at Hosea. "I thought with you being involved in the museum you had to have an interest in history. I'm into more modern things, myself, like computers. But I do appreciate old world manners. I was glad that you enjoyed my gift to you." The waiter brought Hosea's wine and left again. "Truthfully, I have yet to find a place to settle more than briefly. A place for myself, if you will. I find employment here and there but move on when it ends. I do enjoy reading stories of the Vikings but that is my ancestry." This was quite evident in her tallness and her very pale Nordic coloring. -d-
Hosea: A weak spot of his from the look on his face as she mentioned Vikings. Her ancestry did she say? Splendid. "You must tell me more about these Vikings? I'm familiar with their customs." He swished his wine glass in the right of his hand, playing with it creating small tornadoes inside as she gave him a little touch of her background. "I'm from the time the Spanish fought the French. My father was promoted to General." Yes. The no nonsense of a father figure in his life. How do you suppose his son came out? A child raised in a home where he didn't meet any of his brothers or sisters. They perished before he came into this world. Sad, tragic, that was his life. His parents didn't think Hosea will make it. Thinking he will be inflicted with disease soon as he reached a certain age. (d)
Johanné: "Well, they are a few generations back. My father was a fisherman in a small village in Denmark. But I love Viking myths and legends, as well as looking at their history." She raised her glass and took a tiny sip of her wine. "I'll be happy to speak of them as much as you like once I get settled in. I need to find a place to live." And a few backup sleeping hideouts, of course. "And probably a job. I like to keep busy. But at least I can sail my yacht here. Weather permitting, of course." She smiled at him. -d-
Hosea: Hmm. It would seem she was looking for work so why not open doors to opportunity. This was it. "There are positions at my museum that needs feeling. What do you say to work for me." This was poured right in front of her while he did listen to her amazing tale about her past he was mostly focused on recruiting for his business. Putting his glass down on the table, his elbows on the table with his hands folded. His hazel oculars staring at her with a wide smile that wasn't uncommon of his ways of persuasion. He can be a manipulative little bastard if it was necessary, there was no need for that considering she wasn't of any harm. A Belle Morte weren't looked upon as fighting materials, there was, however, a side to them that people often doesn't see. Often causing them to plummet rock bottom. (d)
Johanné: "If you need a computer consultant, I'm your girl. I have the degrees to prove it. I'm also a fairly good business manager and personal assistant." Getting a job with another preternatural was always the best choice. They didn't need forged proof of identity and so on because they didn't ask awkward questions. Awkward in that she couldn't give truthful answers to them, that is. She did, of course, have excellent documentation on her current false identity if he needed them for tax purposes. She had her cold, calculating side. In fact, it was almost the only side she had. She was very practical and somewhat lacking in the warmer emotions. "All I need now is a realtor who doesn't mind showing residences after sunset." A human one, of course. A shifter might find her schedule more compatible but she wouldn't want a strange preternatural knowing where she was going to live. -d-
Hosea: Nice. Sure, he was a computer expert as well. Hosea could use her in such a field. The tip of his finger lightly touched his chin, closing his eyes for a moment thinking. This was his chance getting the museum off the ground, many has been flocking to there on days and nights it opened. As for his identification he rarely told false stories when it came to showing some documentations. He wasn't bothered with someone who dealt with aliens--foreigners. Dealing with citizen immigrants from outside America. One good thing was that he dealt with it soon as he entered the city. It was life really having to go through all of that to be accepted. As for IDs...he made his what with all this sweet technology. It was a total lie he knows. A good liar can get away with it. Like him for instance. Half-truths worked fine or omitting important information wasn't exactly deceitful either. "That's fine. As for residence, I am sure we will make sure you're settled in. If you need help with that let me know." She was a fellow Morte, how can he not extend his welcome considering there was enough dragons and Marmee Noirs than their line...(d)
Johanné: "I'll look around until I find a place that I like and renovate it to my needs. Until then, the hotel suits me. Shall I stop in at the museum tomorrow night so you can show me where you want me to start?" She wasn't terribly fond of other lines but she could deal with them. Once she'd was settled she'd do a more thorough investigation of the night life in the city. Clubbing was an easy way to feed. -d-
Hosea: If he was human this conversation may have turned around a bit. He wouldn't have hired her on the spot in a snap of the finger like he had. It didn't hurt interviewing some of the employees who came in wanting work. Still, this woman he met recently was alright in his book. They did meet for the first time seeing how she do as she continues sticking around. Hosea was no one's fool. He wasn't entirely stupid as most may assume he was incapable of much. He doesn't move unless his opponent does so to speak. It's the same way he plays all those strategy games at home when he's got nothing else to do or want to take a break from all the work he's been putting in. "I will show you everything. It may not be all in one day, but enough so you get in understanding what it is we do. The Black Mask will surely welcome you." He smiled softly at her hinting at a little charm slipping passing those curved lips of his. Thinking she may look at him as not worth her time right when he approached her, sat down, hoping she'd walk out due to his lack of fun and all the excitement. (d)
Johanné: "Well, not all in one night, perhaps. I'm no day walker. The sunburn is just too much." Yes, a joke of sorts, accompanied by a slight smile. She'd known about the natural hazards of becoming a vampire before she was sired. It was hunters that worried her, when anything did. "Do you have an office dress code? I won't want to stand out too much." Being a geek of sorts, though not as much as some others, she didn't mind lack of fun. And excitement, outside of a bed, at least, was frequently caused by something worth avoiding. However, she did still need to find herself a meal so she beckoned the waiter over to ask for the check. "If there is more you'd like to discuss, I can stay, but I'd like to go find a meal before it gets too much later. If you don't mind, that is?" -d-
Hosea: Things to worry about during your undead life was this. Competitive vampires who think they’re so much better than you. Priests who always never leave home with their holy materials, hunters became one of those thorns in your steps. There was also the men in white with majestic wings called angels, messengers of their Creator who destroyed filthy creatures like them. It's obvious. You was dead, you walked at night or creeped during the day for someone that can be detected with someone whose capable of such feat. How he survived this long is that it required some serious training on his part. You had to know what to expect once you give your soul for damnation. He remembers too much of his first times. First times always ends in tragedies that eventually builds strength. Trial and error will do that. "I have someone who will meet you. I'm sure he will escort you there." He looked around waiting for her response to his meeting with his messenger at the time of her arrival. (d)
Johanné: "I can meet him in the museum lobby unless you think there is some reason he should meet me here at the hotel. I have my car here." The waiter arrived with the check and she paid it, giving him a slightly above average tip since he'd been very good about appearing only when he actually had to. After he left, she picked up her purse and stood. Her stiletto-heeled ankle high boots lofted her to a full three inches above six feet and emphasized the length of her legs. "It was nice meeting you, Hosea." -d-
Hosea: It was a done deal between them then. He wouldn't immediately give her his office address as he chose to direct her soon as she got there. "You know him by the name of Razeem. He will be there. His description is five ft nine, olive complexion with dark straight her and brown eyes, he is of Indian descent. A dark blue corvette will be what he'll be driving so you know it is him." Got to lay down the details right? Didn't want her to by-pass a total stranger. If he didn't mention a description she'll be missing a mark. How do you suppose he picked this woman out when he could've not seen her at all due to not knowing what she looked like at the time. It's how the police can capture criminals in the modern times now. Even when he's never seen his target, there are steps to ensure he or she is the one they want. It was in contrast to that. Hoping she got that down or at least, memorize it all.(d)
Johanné: 5'9", hmm? Oh well, she preferred flat-soled footwear when planning to work anyhow, except when work involved putting on a cocktail dress and schmoozing. At 5'11", she'd already be taller than this Razeem. She nodded. "I'll bring my laptop. Have a good evening, Hosea." She smelled of leather, the tart/sweet scent of lingonberries, and just a faint whiff of an expensive custom perfume she had specially blended just for her so that it would not overwhelm preternatural senses. Most humans never noticed the hint of flowers and spices. She leaned down and brushed a kiss against his cheek before straightening up to stroll out of the room. She already had directions to a nightclub where she could find a suitable meal. -d-