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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2014 5:34:11 GMT -8
Charley was lounging out on her couch... upside down, her head on the floor, butt and legs on the cushions. Going through the contacts on her phone while upside down was no easy task, but it was amusing nevertheless. Finding Alex's number, she hit send and phone went to her ear. As it went straight to voicemail, blue eyes shifted to the clock and she realized that no one would be up... except her apparently. Ugh... getting used to the new time zone was going to be killer.
"Hey Alex... this is Charley, from Boston?" A cringe was given... yeah real professional Charley... ah well... "I am 'ere in Seattle now, unpacked and about as settled in as I can get. Jus' thought I'd call and see when yeh wanted me tae start."
She'd end the call with her cell number before hitting end and sighing, blues closing while arms folded underneath her head.
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Post by Alex Vipond on Nov 10, 2014 3:06:48 GMT -8
When Alex got the message, he called back, and ended up leaving one in return. "Monday's good for me, is it good for you?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2015 7:49:27 GMT -8
Seven in the morning and she was hunkered down in the 24 hour cafe with a cup of coffee with a shot of whiskey sitting in the booth by the front window. Her red hair framed her face down to her shoulders with a layered look and she wore a pair of blue slacks with a black long-sleeve shirt and a gray-ish button up sweater with a pair of slip on black flats. The waitress just delivered her plate of biscuits and gravy with eggs and chicken strips, but her blue eyes were particularly studying the 'Wanted Ads' in the Seattle paper. She had known the move would be expensive and now that she was there, funds were being spent and fast. What she didn't spend on rent went to student loans, which the cheapest apartment she could find on the web was less than a mile from the studio, but at $1195 a month for a studio - well, some things on her to-do list just got set back farther, such as an actual car rather than walking or riding her bike. Fork cut into her eggs as she took the pen from behind her ear in her left hand and circled a potential part time job she could look into while her right hand brought up the fork for her to take a bite. It was a nice upgrade from ramen noodles that was for sure... though her diet of ramen had helped her in being creative. She added vegetables and sometimes meat to the noodles... even created her own seasonings without using the packets. A shake of her head was given as she returned her focus on the ads - most of what she was looking for were part time counter jockey jobs - hopefully temporary. She wasn't a stranger to working more than one jobs when needed, but she didn't want to risk the part time job interfering with the position Alex had hired her for either.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2015 15:17:39 GMT -8
Charley: The redhead got the text from Alex as she was walking into the studios in - you guessed it - flannel pj bottoms and an oversized Scooby-Doo top. Needless to say, she was running a touch later than usual and had planned to get dressed at the studio. Since she wasn't going to expect him in, however, Charley blew a strand of ginger out of the front of her face and looked around. "Guess it's just me again." She said with a shrug. Not that she minded too terribly - just... she was running out of shit to do y'know? Peeling off her coat, she hung it up, leaving her bag nearby, and decided she would set about to do a little cleaning. Surely the studio could never be too clean... though with a bit of magic involved, the fricken air inside would even be clean. Which would give her reason to swat a cigarette out of Alex's mouth if he ever lit up inside there. Not saying she saw him do it... but it was a just in case scenario.
Rissa: Arissia arrived because she thought she might have lost one of her favorite bracelets here. Hopefully it was here. She didn't want to have to go to Alexandre's house or Eros to hunt for it, and if it came to that she'd just write off the loss and buy another. Not that she had anything against Eros but let's face it, most vampires had excellent self control, but some of them looked at her like she was a steak. Smell of her blood and all. She was clad only one step up from jammies herself in yoga pants and a sweatshirt that kept wanting to fall off one shoulder. In she went and gazed at the redhead in jammies. Not expecting to run into anyone but she offered a smile.
Charley: Charley didn't hear the door open, too occupied with getting her ipod set up so she could go into her own little world while deep cleaning the place. She was just about to put the earbuds in, her head bobbing to the beat already coming out of them, when she caught sight of the woman. To say she was mortified would be an understatement... looking down at her jogging sneakers and PJs... then back to her. It didn't matter what clients came in wearing, but an employee? That was a different story. A sheepish smile was given as she quickly tucked her ipod away, unable to disguise that blush that reddened freckled cheeks. "Hi... hello..." She greeted nervously - and it was a little late to pull a Superman and change. Damage was already done. Cough. "Welcome tae AMV Records, I'm Charley. There anythin I can dae fer you?" Her voice still holding that Scottish accent, but with her years stateside, it had been slowly fading.
Rissa: No damage done. She studied her curiously, same as she studied everyone she ran into. And she sensed the woman's embarrassment -- by the way Charley looked down and back up. But she'd been alive for a very long time and seen far worse things. Case in point, she waved a pale hand dismissing the embarrassment, "Oh please. It's just jammies. Last week at Club Eros, a chick came in with tape over her nipples. No, she had tape on her nipples. I can't make this up." Just keeping it real. She smiled. "I'm Arissia. I know Alexandre. I didn't mean to come at a bad time but I think I might left a bracelet here."
Charley: Now that made her laugh... hearing about the woman with tape on her nipples. "Right, I appreciate yeh makin' me feel bet'er." She said with a grin. When hearing Alexandre, it took a moment before Charley realized she meant Alex - like, boss man, Alex... that one. "Oh! Pleasure tae meet yeh... Arissia..." Her name was spoken slowly so she made sure to pronounce right and all. "Yeh in luck... I am 'bout to deep clean tha studio. Do yeh know roughly where yeh left it?" Any friend of Alex's would be a friend of hers... fates be willing of course.
Rissa: She kinda grinned. They were cute jammies anyway and again, Riss was like one notch above pajamas herself. "It would have been right around here." She turned to look for it some but she was pretty sure, at this point, it was a lost cause. Dang. She really did like that bracelet. Turning back to the redhead, she smiled at the introductions. "Do you need help? I have so much bouncing around my brain, I wouldn't mind just zoning out and cleaning." Was that weird? It was probably weird. But cleaning was like good mindless distraction somweitmes.
Charley: Scooby-Doo was cute! And flannel was just comfortable no matter the season or temperature. Charley watched as she went hunting and gave her an apologetic smile. "Sorry..." She said, a genuine apology, Arissia wouldn't be looking for it if it didn't mean something for her. When Arissia offered to help, she was taken aback... head tilting to the side a bit as she thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Sure, tha more tha merrier..." She replied with a smile... Charley would just have to be discreet about using her magic was all. "Figure I start top tae bottom with some dustin'..."
Rissa: Ha. It was funny beause she had no idea what Charley was, so she didn't know that Charley was being careful. But Arissia was being careful too not to get overly warm or chipper. Trying not to spill Fae traits all over the place. Of course she'd had a long time to practice blending in. She grinned at the apology, Charley seemed A-ok so far. Anyway, she took up a dusting cloth and bottle of Pledge and got to work. "Alexandre isn't smoking in here is he?"
Charley: "I doubt it. I've ne'er seen 'im do it at least." Charley replied, fishing around for some Swiffer shit that she bought last week and brought in. Getting herself armed with that 360 duster, she'd hit the tops of stuff she could reach. Discreetly making the duster stretch to those harder to reach areas. "If'n he does af'er this, bet'er believe I will smack 'im." She said with a grin.
Rissa: "Pop him a good one," she murmured with lazy smile. Doing her thing, she was glad of the break from constant thoughts. Had too much rattling around her brain and a distraction was welcome. "So what do you do here Charley?" Aside from cleaning of course. She was just curious, but she glanced at the redhead sidelong in case she was being too nosy. She wasn't trying to be nosy really, just making conversation. She paused then, setting her things down so she could the ponytail holder from her wrist and slap her hair hair up.
Charley: Charley would stop briefly to hook up her ipod to some speakers so they could have some music to be jamming to. Maroon 5 and Train were always faves aside from Alex's songs naturally. Couldn't work for the guy if you didn't like his music! Well, you could, but it'd be weird... "Officially or unofficially?" Charley asked, looking over at Arissia with a grin before she went back to it.
Rissa: Maroon 5. Yes. Yes. Arissia hearted Maroon 5. Once she slapped her hair up, she lifted up the bottle of Pledge and the dusting cloth and got back to it. It was beyond odd, happily cleaning like maids with a chick she j u s t met but it felt right and let's face it, Riss had done far weirder shit in her time -- like that time she ended up doing heroin with a certain musician and then he almost cut his ear for her. Not sure why. She didn't want any ears. Her grin appeared easily and warm when she answered. "Unofficial is almost the more interesting."
Charley: Charley blinked when hearing Arissia ask about the unofficial part... the way she asked implied something she wasn't sure she even wanted to know. "Nae like tha' I can promise yeh." Charley said with an uneasy chuckle. "Officially, I am his audio engineer... unofficially, I do it all fer 'im. Like a Jill of All Trades..." She said with a nod, getting in behind a tight spot with a wee bit of magic used to, again, make that Swiffer just stretch a wee bit more for her.
Rissa: She laughed when Charley seemed uneasy --- not laughing at her, Rissia was just always laughing. "I didn't mean like that. I just meant...Like officially I'm a poet. But unofficially I lay around in a hammock all day." She nodded to the answer, a smile lingering, and turned to draw a heart on the wall with the tip of skinny finger, a casual and non-obvious way of leaving warmth in the place and good sunny vibes.
Kaliel: All it took was a fifteen minute ride to get away from IPOs, patents, and the new school royalty of software and search engines. Kaliel pulled up in the parking lot of a recording studio that he knew a certain someone to be in, and killed the ignition of an all black 77 Impala -- always had a thing for American muscle. A couple quick conversations got him through the doors and toward where Arissia and another woman pulled cleaning duty. His right hand lifted to rap on an already ajar door while his left hand closed the single button of his Tom Ford suit jacket. Black of course. Darth Vader, Johnny Cash, couldn't go wrong there. Halo traded for professionally disheveled curls, Kal peeked in and spoke with an accent that was impossible to place. "Find anything yet?"
Charley: Charley looked up when hearing the sound of knuckles on the door and jumped. Lesson learned - never EVER show up at work in pajamas again. There she stood in her flannel bottoms and Scooby-Doo shirt glory with a Swiffer duster in hand. "'Ello..." She greeted, her voice having a touch of Scottish accent in it despite the misleading ginger hair - though she had blue eyes, not green... red heads and green eyes were supposedly insanely rare. "I'm Charley, there anythin' I do fer yeh?" She asked - the feeling of heat rising told her those freckled cheeks were glowing red again from embarrassment. She would totally get changed the second she got the chance.
Rissa: Naturally he wandered in looking like a Tom Ford ad and she was in yoga pants and a sweatshirt that kept wanting to dip off one shoulder. After the blushy cheek'd Charley spoke up, she grinned --- the usual lazy smile that lifted catwalk cheekbones and popped mischief to grey eyes. "Not yet. I ended up meeting Charley here and we're cleaning." Don't ask. Not sure how to explain how Arissia made random friends and decided to clean with them. She waved skinny hand towards the hot redhead. "Charley this is Kaliel and he's probably just stalking use cause he's bored."
Kaliel: Stormcloud eyes landed on almost six feet of stunning redhead. For the record, she could've been in some harajuku cosplay shit and still have what God gave her make the rest forgettable. Arissia spoke up and made introductions, so he walked into the room and held a hand out to Charley. "Boredom is the impetus of many crimes," he said with a smile, "no matter how creepy. Good to meet you, Charley." His smile stuck around and his regard swept toward Arissia and her yoga pants. No commentary needed. "Highness," amused, and in no way referencing any kind of monarchy either. Just a little something that held after meeting her at the first Lollapalooza, smacked out of her mind.
Charley: Don't put it past her, Charley was every bit the nerd and dug those cosplays. If the wearing of Scooby-Doo didn't implicate that - yes, she had went as Daphne to a convention in Boston. In fact, soon as she got more comfortable and got herself a CAR, you better believe she would be rocking out at those conventions in Seattle someday too. She looked to Rissa when she made introductions and seemed to relax a bit, extended a hand to Kaliel. "Nice tae meet yeh. Though if'n ya both excuse me, I think I bet'er change me clothes." She gave a sheepish smile and set the duster down to grab her little bag and headed for that little apartment that was above the studio itself to make use of the privacy there.
Rissa: Mm. Lollapalooza. The nose ring days. P.S. She still wore it now and then when she got a wild hair. The corner of her mouth curled up when he called her Highness which was so fitting really and in more ways than one but again, Lollapalooza, he already knew that. "How goes it?" When she asked she eyed him sidelong, though she again took up her bottle of Pledge and a dust cloth, leaving the little end tables or whatever scented with fakity lemon. She was rapidly coming to believe that cleaning was the most awesome form of intense distraction ever.
Kaliel: Taking Charley's hand in his, he did kind of demure squeeze thing; pretty women didn't get the Stanley handshake. By the by, his hand was hot. Nowhere near hot enough to scald but anyone with half a mind to diagnose might think he was running a fever. He stepped out of the way for her to depart with her bag, then wandered over to Rissa and parked on the edge of something that looked sturdy enough to sit on. "Bored," he answered, she nailed that earlier guess.
Rissa: "We could go to Brussels if you're bored." He should have been used to this by now having known the Queen for a decade or so. Any time someone was bored, her answer was to go to some fabulous (and totally arbitrary) place. Since he admitted it with a shit eating grin that made it okay. "You're looking awfully domestic. Awfully fine, but domestic too. I should see if you want to do my living room next."
Kaliel: Since he admitted it with a shit eating grin that made it okay. "You're looking awfully domestic. Awfully fine, but domestic too. I should see if you want to do my living room next."
Rissatopia: Brussels. Monte Carlo. Paris. Rome. Pompeii -- her favorite! London. Been a while since she was in London. Ha. She winked at him, always the agreeable one (until she wasn't). "I can clean your living room. Are you going to pay me with Sour Patch thingys or Skittles?" Ever the sugarholic. a l w a y s. Since he was parked there, she reached free hand to bother his angelic curls and then glanced to the ceiling, smiling fondly towards where the hot redhead had dashed off to change. Shame. The Scoobs stuff was cute.
Kaliel: Deep down he wanted to bristle. Kaliel went to wars beside kings and single handedly shut down human trafficking rings and elaborate ass kidnappings -- FAR too bad ass to have his hair mussed like that. Rissa could always get away with that shit and all he did was narrow his eyes at her with the same grin. "Brussels is okay, but they speak far too much Dutch in that city." Kal sounded like old Euro nobility with that Dutch thing, his whole dislike, but his hatred only came from signs in Dutch. Worst written language ever. Oh, speaking of Sour Patch Kids, he reached inside of his jacket pocket to pull out a couple of pixie stix and handed one over. She was a sugarholic and his metabolism pretty much demanded that he ate like 6,000 calories every hour -- sugar packed the best punch.
Rissa: It wasn't her fault that his wayward loose curls begged to be touch, now was it? Besides she never would have done it had she realized it bugged him. "Snob," she murmured merrily when he vetoed Brussels because of the Dutch but she was just teasing him. Setting the cleaning stuff down for now, she took the Pixie stick with the smile that sort of charmed some people and caused others to want to smack her. "Merci." Tilting her head while she nommed, sugar fix obtained, then she murmured. "Might go somewhere though. Seattle is losing its appeal."
Kaliel: "I'll follow if you want," he said simply. Kal had the kind of job that required him to hit four or five different continents most months, and besides, Rissa was a good time. Always. While she ran off to check on something -- maybe book travel arrangements to the next exotic locale? -- he made himself comfortable and dug out his Blackberry to make sure all was right in his world. Sometimes he missed the word-of-mouth era but for the most part he dug technology. Who needed an office anymore?
Charley: Charley came thundering back down, dressed in blue jeans and a white long sleeve shirt underneath a light brown longsleeve button up though it was left unbuttoned. "Sorry! I got distracted by tha feline army upstairs..." She said stopping in her tracks to look around, only seeing Kaliel. "I am so sorry..." Granted, she wasn't donning Scooby anymore, but that didn't mean she wasn't still a spritely little thing.
Kaliel: The black suit jacket opened up one more time to slip his phone back into the pocket, revealing the butt of a holstered semi-automatic as well as the place he kept things like pixie stix and Lemonheads. Charley caught another quick smile and he shook his head to indicate it wasn't a big deal. "It's fine. I can't say you look more comfortable than you did minutes ago, but you look good." Just to state the obvious he mentioned: "Arissia had to run. I didn't want you to come back down to no company, so I stayed. Hope you don't mind."
Charley: "There's nothing more comfortable than bein' in flannels." She admitted with a grin, but she did try to look semi-professional too at least. Catch her on a day off, however, and you would think she was a completely different woman. "Thank yeh, though yeh needn't of stayed." She offered a smile, though was looking around the studio as though it were a lost cause at this point. "Yeh hungry?" She asked, figuring it probably would be best if she just locked up the studio at this point. She did, however, still have her pajamas in her arms and would unceremoniously pack them away into her to-go bag.
Kaliel: "Well." Taking a second to stop attempting anything cutesy and just come out with it, Kal spread his hands before pressing them to the tops of his thighs. "I hope you can see past a moment of objectification here; you are beautiful when I meet a beautiful woman, I want to know more. So I stayed. I'm sure you are also smart, and funny, and have a good heart, but all I know about you thus far is your name and what you look like." Kaliel got to his feet then, no giant by any means but a very athletic looking 6' 2'' or so and dressed in a sharp black suit. "So if you're game, my answer is yes: I'm always hungry."
Charley: Well it wasn't everyday you had someone dishing out compliments upon you, and that he was certainly a looker himself just made it all that much better. While she wasn't a narcissist, to say that his compliment didn't bring a smile would be a lie. "Aren't yeh jus' a charmer." She replied, chuckling softly before grabbing her jacket and pulling it on. "I hope yeh donnae mind a walk? I cannae afford a car yet." But she was saving a little at a time between paying four digit rent for her apartment and student loans.
Kaliel: Being accused of having charm amused him, and it showed in the curve of his mouth and the way that stormcloud eyes lightened some. All truths told, Kal usually ended up being a lot more literal and common-sense than anything encroaching charm, but he took it as a plus that Charley liked it. He reached out to help her get that last arm through the sleeve of her jacket because having good manners meant that he didn't just sit back and watch her wrestle with it. "I don't mind walking, but I'd much rather drive. My car is already outside. Do you know any good places?"
Rissa: Apparently she had to dash off and arrange for travel tickets -- or she could have just darted off for a bit to see if the Fall 2015 Michael Kors handbags were on the block yet. Regardless the Fae was soon back (with a new handbag hooked over the curve of skinny arm). It was a steal at eight hundred. For that price she'd have left her children there before she left the handbag there. "Sorry! Where were we?"
Charley: "Thanks." She replied with a smile when he helped her with the jacket - not that it was necessary, but chivalry was a dying art so she would rather encourage it than snuff it out. She was about to agree to his driving when Rissa returned, and with the new handbag. "I was wonderin' where yeh went." Charley said with a grin. "We were jus' thinkin' of goin' out tae eat. My treat." She had budgeted a little extra free spending and she was happy to be able to share in it.
Kaliel: Hey, call him old fashioned. Kaliel actually remembered a time when unmarried women couldn't be in the same room alone with a strange man, so helping the Scottish hottie with her jacket was automatic. Rissa popped back in just in time, and he grinned at the sight of her. Even returning with a little more than she left with. "Yeah. We're going to grab something to eat." A pointed look at Charley then. "And I'm paying. It's more expensive to clothe me than to feed me, and I won't do that to you saving for a car and all."
Rissia: She grinned at them both, basically always down for whatever. And yes she returned with a little more than what she'd left with but it only took Arissia a minute flat to size something up and decide whether to purr or ignore. As it was, a skinny hand stroked the handbag in a soothing manner as if it were her new lap dog. For someone as materialistic as Rissa, it pretty much w a s a new lap dog. "I'm down!" She didn't care who was paying as long as she could eat fifteen or so pancakes. She turned ot head back out.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2015 10:38:26 GMT -8
CharIey Rose: Charlie about dropped the ipad - thankfully she hadn't because it wasn't hers - when hearing Alex's voice in response to her statement. Had she been that into the game to not have heard him come in? Or was he just that sneaky? "Bloody 'ell, Alex... don't yeh jus' look like somethin' the cat dragged in." She said, giving him a look over sympathetically. She quickly logged out of Facebook and shut the ipad off sheepishly, tucking it away into her bag.
CharIey Rose: (( Oh wow, I just fucked up my own characters name rofl )) CharIey Rose: (( Charley* )) Alex Vipond: [okay hold that though, brb CharIey Rose: (( I still blame you because normally that's you doing it lol )) Alex Vipond: ROFL CharIey Rose: (( Don't you dare post that to the wall of shame, I'm doin' it! )) CharIey Rose: (( When I get done adding songs to Char's playlist ))
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