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Jan. 11th, 2014
"She moves in mysterious ways..."
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masquebelleWho: Emmeline Laurent and Lilah Ryckaert
What: First meetings
Where: Lilah's office, La Castilla Marketing
When: Thursday, early evening
If there was one thing that Lilah Ryckaert hated, it was being kept waiting. She was a very busy woman, as CEO of one of the best known, and most sought-after marketing firms in New York City, especially in reference to the fashion world. But New York traffic was New York traffic, and though Lilah's Midtown Manhattan office was no more than a hop, skip, and a jump from Alyce's hotel room at the Grand Hyatt at Grand Central Station, precautions had to be taken to keep the world-famous model out of the public eye, and, as per usual, that wasn't always as easily said as done.
Still, it was only 15 minutes past the scheduled meeting time when Lilah's secretary buzzed her office to let her know that Alyce was here to see her, and Lilah replied with a cooly uttered, "Send her in," before returning to her side of the desk, with the usual contract paperwork spread out neatly, in perfect, nearly OCD-level stacks. Lilah was a born businesswoman, and her firm ran like a well-oiled machine, due greatly to the fact that she kept everything neat and in its place, and had since day one. There were filing cabinets for hard copies of everything, as well as scanned in backups on the network harddrive, and Lilah never lost anything.
( Except her concentration entirely when the flawlessly beautiful model walked into the room, and a familiar jolt of recognition shot through her instantaneously... )
TBC...
What: First meetings
Where: Lilah's office, La Castilla Marketing
When: Thursday, early evening
If there was one thing that Lilah Ryckaert hated, it was being kept waiting. She was a very busy woman, as CEO of one of the best known, and most sought-after marketing firms in New York City, especially in reference to the fashion world. But New York traffic was New York traffic, and though Lilah's Midtown Manhattan office was no more than a hop, skip, and a jump from Alyce's hotel room at the Grand Hyatt at Grand Central Station, precautions had to be taken to keep the world-famous model out of the public eye, and, as per usual, that wasn't always as easily said as done.
Still, it was only 15 minutes past the scheduled meeting time when Lilah's secretary buzzed her office to let her know that Alyce was here to see her, and Lilah replied with a cooly uttered, "Send her in," before returning to her side of the desk, with the usual contract paperwork spread out neatly, in perfect, nearly OCD-level stacks. Lilah was a born businesswoman, and her firm ran like a well-oiled machine, due greatly to the fact that she kept everything neat and in its place, and had since day one. There were filing cabinets for hard copies of everything, as well as scanned in backups on the network harddrive, and Lilah never lost anything.
( Except her concentration entirely when the flawlessly beautiful model walked into the room, and a familiar jolt of recognition shot through her instantaneously... )
TBC...
shadowedknightWho: Benjamin Knight and Molly Pierce
What: In which SRS BSNS is distracting from funtimes
Where: Ben's office, the Knight (and company) home
When: A few days after Emmeline's arrival in New York
Molly's day had been relatively uneventful, despite having spent most of the day with Eric, trying, on Ben's behalf, to find out exactly what it was that was up with his younger brother. Eric had been extremely evasive, in such a way that, anyone who wasn't one of them would've probably bought it. But Molly knew Eric well, and had for years, even having butted heads with him along the way before rising to the rank of Primogen and taking his brother as her lover. The pair had put aside their differences along the way, and were now relatively good friends. So, while Eric had carried on the conversation almost flawlessly along the way, Molly still knew that something was going on with him. Though exactly what, she wasn't sure.
Still, having nothing to report to Ben when he was dead set on finding something out was going to be a less than pleasurable experience if Molly couldn't get him distracted with thoughts of other things along the way. It was with that in mind that she moved silently through the hallways until she came to the door of his office. If breathing had been a necessity for her, Molly would've taken a deep breath to steady her nerves. But as it were, she just paused for a moment before opening the door and walking in, without even a knock.
( No one was there, but Ben was on what seemed to be a very important phone call... )
TBC...
What: In which SRS BSNS is distracting from funtimes
Where: Ben's office, the Knight (and company) home
When: A few days after Emmeline's arrival in New York
Molly's day had been relatively uneventful, despite having spent most of the day with Eric, trying, on Ben's behalf, to find out exactly what it was that was up with his younger brother. Eric had been extremely evasive, in such a way that, anyone who wasn't one of them would've probably bought it. But Molly knew Eric well, and had for years, even having butted heads with him along the way before rising to the rank of Primogen and taking his brother as her lover. The pair had put aside their differences along the way, and were now relatively good friends. So, while Eric had carried on the conversation almost flawlessly along the way, Molly still knew that something was going on with him. Though exactly what, she wasn't sure.
Still, having nothing to report to Ben when he was dead set on finding something out was going to be a less than pleasurable experience if Molly couldn't get him distracted with thoughts of other things along the way. It was with that in mind that she moved silently through the hallways until she came to the door of his office. If breathing had been a necessity for her, Molly would've taken a deep breath to steady her nerves. But as it were, she just paused for a moment before opening the door and walking in, without even a knock.
( No one was there, but Ben was on what seemed to be a very important phone call... )
TBC...
"I was disappearing in plain sight."
Jan. 11th, 2014 01:55 pmabeautifulnightmareWho: Asher Rose, Saxon Stirling, Emmeline Laurent and Lilah Ryckaert
What: Out of the Kindred closet
Where: Lilah's office
When: Late Friday night
That week, Asheresque had just debuted a tantalising hint of the new line that would be launched at New York's Fashion Week despite the fact the infamous Asher Rose was supposed to be dead. It was a mystery the fashion world couldn't solve. Some thought he was dead, others thought he had just removed himself directly from any public appearance due to any number of theories including illness, heartbreak, or genuinely going crazy from celebrity exposure. Asher had a team of PR constantly throwing up smoke signals and even they didn't know why they did the job they did. He had managed to weave so many webs and labyrinths of his life, many leading people to dead-ends (pardon the pun), that no one really knew what he was about anymore or if he still existed. But brand new and ingenius designs had made their way down the catwalk that night, and now Lilah had somewhat demanded of him a marketing debrief in her office so he could be 'included in strategies' of how his company was 'developing in the current fashion environment'. It was all a lot of marketing PR bullshit, but Asher knew that Lilah was one person he couldn't continue to hide from before she got suspicious. She held the reigns of his company's continued success in his absence, so he needed to know he could trust her with his business... which meant the inevitable meeting of her face-to-face after making himself scarce and only communicating via modern technologies.
He was dressed immaculately, as always, and only agreed to the meeting if it could be in the late hours of the night so he could be sure to be sustained post feeding to keep a cool head about him. It was the best chance he had of looking 'normal' too. Without feeding, he was more pale then usual, and his eyes had this way of looking dead and cold. That wouldn't do, but the feed he did manage to indulge in wasn't near as satisfying as he hoped. As more and more time ticked over, he more and more hungered for just one and anything less served as an aggravation to him. These were the facets of his Kindred side he didn't understand, but he was still a survivor and more determined than ever to go this alone, resisting help from his Sire and Eric. He was pissed off at them and had no plans of giving them an easy ride.
( He reached the large ornate doors of Lilah's office with a couple of her assistants and a security guard in tow... )
TBC...
What: Out of the Kindred closet
Where: Lilah's office
When: Late Friday night
That week, Asheresque had just debuted a tantalising hint of the new line that would be launched at New York's Fashion Week despite the fact the infamous Asher Rose was supposed to be dead. It was a mystery the fashion world couldn't solve. Some thought he was dead, others thought he had just removed himself directly from any public appearance due to any number of theories including illness, heartbreak, or genuinely going crazy from celebrity exposure. Asher had a team of PR constantly throwing up smoke signals and even they didn't know why they did the job they did. He had managed to weave so many webs and labyrinths of his life, many leading people to dead-ends (pardon the pun), that no one really knew what he was about anymore or if he still existed. But brand new and ingenius designs had made their way down the catwalk that night, and now Lilah had somewhat demanded of him a marketing debrief in her office so he could be 'included in strategies' of how his company was 'developing in the current fashion environment'. It was all a lot of marketing PR bullshit, but Asher knew that Lilah was one person he couldn't continue to hide from before she got suspicious. She held the reigns of his company's continued success in his absence, so he needed to know he could trust her with his business... which meant the inevitable meeting of her face-to-face after making himself scarce and only communicating via modern technologies.
He was dressed immaculately, as always, and only agreed to the meeting if it could be in the late hours of the night so he could be sure to be sustained post feeding to keep a cool head about him. It was the best chance he had of looking 'normal' too. Without feeding, he was more pale then usual, and his eyes had this way of looking dead and cold. That wouldn't do, but the feed he did manage to indulge in wasn't near as satisfying as he hoped. As more and more time ticked over, he more and more hungered for just one and anything less served as an aggravation to him. These were the facets of his Kindred side he didn't understand, but he was still a survivor and more determined than ever to go this alone, resisting help from his Sire and Eric. He was pissed off at them and had no plans of giving them an easy ride.
( He reached the large ornate doors of Lilah's office with a couple of her assistants and a security guard in tow... )
TBC...
"It's all been a pack of lies."
Jan. 11th, 2014 03:29 pmloganthebraveWho: Logan Buchanan and Brodie Bradford
What: Well the hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows
Where: Ironically, The Bitter End
When: A few days after Emmeline and Asher talk
Logan had been restless and edgy lately since Asher kept stonewalling them on offers of help and drawing information, and it led to one of those times he needed to roam when his mood towards Eric became volatile when the fact he had been forced into this just got that little bit too much for him. It was get out for some breathing space, or probably end up in a vicious fight with his lover. He stalked the New York night, hating the fact that the more they tried to work Asher out, the more of an enigma he became. Logan had found peace on some level in the fact that him and Eric had taken Asher against his will. It wasn't like there was anything he could do to reverse the actions, and now they just had to try and work with the situation they had. But the more roadblocks he met, the more frustration and restless he got inside that he didn't have an avenue to soothe his Childer. Sure, Eric had taken most of the hands-on job of Siring Asher, but at the end of the day, the kid was Logan's creation and he was feeling the brunt of having him in turmoil. He needed the answers and he needed to know Asher was safe.
It's what led him to The Bitter End bar in the West Village nearing one am that morning. He was hungry, and he needed a meal before his emotions got the better of him. He didn't know what drew him to this place, but something did, and as soon as he got into the bar and neared the stage where a guy was up there singing his heart out with a guitar, an overwhelming sensation of hunger towards the guy on the stage hit him like a ton of bricks. It was a mixture of feelings coming at him hard and fast, and unlike he had ever felt before. But rather than wanting to intercept the guy and have him as his latest meal, something else took over. Some deep desire to have the guy close to him, to protect him, and Logan knew without a doubt that the singer could only be one person... Asher's soulmate.
( Brodie was putting in his all with his performance that night, which was a regular gig each week at the same time, but it was like he was on autopilot... )
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
What: Well the hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows
Where: Ironically, The Bitter End
When: A few days after Emmeline and Asher talk
Logan had been restless and edgy lately since Asher kept stonewalling them on offers of help and drawing information, and it led to one of those times he needed to roam when his mood towards Eric became volatile when the fact he had been forced into this just got that little bit too much for him. It was get out for some breathing space, or probably end up in a vicious fight with his lover. He stalked the New York night, hating the fact that the more they tried to work Asher out, the more of an enigma he became. Logan had found peace on some level in the fact that him and Eric had taken Asher against his will. It wasn't like there was anything he could do to reverse the actions, and now they just had to try and work with the situation they had. But the more roadblocks he met, the more frustration and restless he got inside that he didn't have an avenue to soothe his Childer. Sure, Eric had taken most of the hands-on job of Siring Asher, but at the end of the day, the kid was Logan's creation and he was feeling the brunt of having him in turmoil. He needed the answers and he needed to know Asher was safe.
It's what led him to The Bitter End bar in the West Village nearing one am that morning. He was hungry, and he needed a meal before his emotions got the better of him. He didn't know what drew him to this place, but something did, and as soon as he got into the bar and neared the stage where a guy was up there singing his heart out with a guitar, an overwhelming sensation of hunger towards the guy on the stage hit him like a ton of bricks. It was a mixture of feelings coming at him hard and fast, and unlike he had ever felt before. But rather than wanting to intercept the guy and have him as his latest meal, something else took over. Some deep desire to have the guy close to him, to protect him, and Logan knew without a doubt that the singer could only be one person... Asher's soulmate.
( Brodie was putting in his all with his performance that night, which was a regular gig each week at the same time, but it was like he was on autopilot... )
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
lostinthefairytaleWho: Brodie Bradford, Logan Buchanan and Eric Knight
What: The domino effect of consequences
Where: Brodie & Caleb's shoebox apartment, Upper West Side
When: Directly after THIS
Brodie was just completely and utterly freaking out. He was functioning on autopilot by this point because his mind had pretty much began deflecting any rational thought. This whole thing was brushing too close too home and it had ripped open all the old wounds. Seeing the guy lying there bloody on the ground of the undercover parking lot had flashed him back to when the news had come that Asher had been hit by a car and killed in New York. That was the day Brodie was sure his heart had died, and the only thing that even kept him functioning right now was that tiny glimmer of hope by rumour that Asher was still alive somewhere. The whole thing was so strange and unusual. Brodie's rational side knew that Asher was dead and not coming back, but new designs kept coming from Asher's label and there was a conspiracy theory that he had faked his own death to escape the public eye after death threats... or any number of other possibly theories. Brodie thought that if Asher was alive, he would at least have let him know, even if they weren't together anymore. But no confirmation had ever come. Those designs coming from Asher's label were so Asher, though, and how could it just be from old portfolio pieces Asher had left upon his death and now just being manufactured posthumously?
None of it made sense, but as long as there was a flicker of hope, Brodie somehow kept functioning in his life. But functioning was all he did. He wasn't really living, he was never really happy. He had never been happy since he lost Asher, and no matter how much he tried to find something that was a new normal, it was always without Asher and his heart had always remained broken beyond repair. Life these days was just so hard. Waking up most days was hard. Some days, he wished he didn't have to keep waking up. But he did. Because today might be the day Asher wrote to him.
( It was adrenaline that helped him get the poor injured guy with the accent (was it Scottish, Irish?) back to his tiny two-bedroomed apartment... )
TBC...
What: The domino effect of consequences
Where: Brodie & Caleb's shoebox apartment, Upper West Side
When: Directly after THIS
Brodie was just completely and utterly freaking out. He was functioning on autopilot by this point because his mind had pretty much began deflecting any rational thought. This whole thing was brushing too close too home and it had ripped open all the old wounds. Seeing the guy lying there bloody on the ground of the undercover parking lot had flashed him back to when the news had come that Asher had been hit by a car and killed in New York. That was the day Brodie was sure his heart had died, and the only thing that even kept him functioning right now was that tiny glimmer of hope by rumour that Asher was still alive somewhere. The whole thing was so strange and unusual. Brodie's rational side knew that Asher was dead and not coming back, but new designs kept coming from Asher's label and there was a conspiracy theory that he had faked his own death to escape the public eye after death threats... or any number of other possibly theories. Brodie thought that if Asher was alive, he would at least have let him know, even if they weren't together anymore. But no confirmation had ever come. Those designs coming from Asher's label were so Asher, though, and how could it just be from old portfolio pieces Asher had left upon his death and now just being manufactured posthumously?
None of it made sense, but as long as there was a flicker of hope, Brodie somehow kept functioning in his life. But functioning was all he did. He wasn't really living, he was never really happy. He had never been happy since he lost Asher, and no matter how much he tried to find something that was a new normal, it was always without Asher and his heart had always remained broken beyond repair. Life these days was just so hard. Waking up most days was hard. Some days, he wished he didn't have to keep waking up. But he did. Because today might be the day Asher wrote to him.
( It was adrenaline that helped him get the poor injured guy with the accent (was it Scottish, Irish?) back to his tiny two-bedroomed apartment... )
TBC...