Queen's Clothes - Fashion/Office RP - [See #3243!!!!! and #1] {Apps always open}

[AtropaMandragora]

Once Jericho left the doorway, he spotted Mickey in a corner, digging into... surprise, surprise... a piece of pizza. He was sitting by himself, apparently not too interested in socializing. Much like the night of the party.
Jericho could relate. Everywhere around him people were introducing themselves to one another and telling their entire life stories it seemed. Jericho didn't really feel up to the task, so instead he grabbed a can of soda and headed for a place near the corner where Mickey was sitting, although careful to keep his distance and not intrude too much on the boy's obviously chosen seclusion.
Jayden was already busy talking to some of the girls there, and Jericho didn't really see anyone else who was available to talk to. But then again, maybe he wasn't looking very hard.

[cherryp3]

[Oh, woops sorry atropa, just saw your post. I'll edit this in two seconds. :3]

Mickey shifted uncomfortably in the folding chair. It wasn't very comfy, and the room simply grew and grew with people. It seemed the small space was beginning to reach its occupancy limit. A grinning designer had entered the room, along with the ever dark and mysterious Jericho. He looked more out of place than Mickey did, though he seemed to be a little more comfortable with the current situation than Mickey. He bit his lip and rose. He should go, more people would be coming in and there was no point in staying since he'd finished eating. His stomach was satisfied, after all.

He didn't really know where he would go after that. It seemed everyone worth bothering to get to know was inside the sticky, cramped little office. Mickey sauntered over to the trash can and allowed his plate to flop into its depths. He stood there for a moment, taking in the conversations and wondering what made humans need to socialize, what made them seek the affections of others. Mickey could grasp why one might seek to impress the opposite sex. It was a matter of mating. But to seek out the attention and adoration of those who couldn't give you anything seemed pointless. He crossed his arms and with a sigh, decided to return to his spot. There was nowhere else to go after all.

It was then that he saw Jericho, standing off to himself as well. Mickey blinked up at him, then cocked a brow. They seemed a lot alike at a distance. He decided he would approach him.

"You don't like pizza," Mickey commented, noticing the distasteful looks the man was casting everyone else. "I don't either. It's better to eat sh*t than starve, though." He had half a mind to pull out a cigarette, but he thought better of it. The small space wouldn't allow the smoke to disperse well, and the room would be filled with sputtering, coughing people. "Shouldn't you be socializing?" he questioned, leaning his back against the wall.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah smiled, carefully keeping her hands behind her, where her fingers picked at her cuticles, a nervous habit she'd never been able to give up. Something she always did when she knew she was expected to say something eventually and wasn't sure what to say. It happened a lot when she was sober and at work, and in the past, when she was at school.

Perhaps, she mused to herself, that's why I like to drink so much. When I drink, I'm never at a loss for words. I stop caring what people think about me, and I can just say whatever I feel like saying.

She looked around at everyone comfortably chatting with each other. God, I wish I could be like that more often without resorting to drinking, she thought.

[AtropaMandragora]

"You don't like pizza".
Mickey's voice cut through Jericho's highly dissatisfied contemplation, and made him look up, surprised that the boy actually seemed to take an interest in talking to him.
"I don't either", Mickey continued. "It's better to eat sh*t than starve, though."

Jericho's lips curled with a smirk.
"Give me real food, or give me death", he said, somewhat straightening his back to show himself open to the idea of having an actual conversation, now that someone he actually found interesting had approached him.

"Shouldn't you be socializing?" Mickey inquired while leaning against the wall next to Jericho.

"Probably", Jericho said, scanning the room with something distant in his eyes, but returning his gace onto Mickey when he added with a smirk: "But I rarely do what I'm supposed to, and never what I'm told."

He opened the soda can and took a sip of the sweet liquid. He knew he was being difficult, and he also knew that his mood tended to get worse before it got better. But Mickey was not to blame for him being in a bad mood to begin with, and it wasn't fair of Jericho to take his frustration out on the one person that made an effort to talk to him. Therefore he decided to make an effort of his own.
"I'm sorry", he sighed. "You caught me in one of my moods. I'll behave now."

Although he couldn't keep a smirk for darting across his lips. Behaving was another thing he just didn't do.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah overheard this exchange and scowled, displeased. For the first time, she let her coworkers see her rage.

"'Better to eat sh*t than starve?'" she spat out at Mickey. "You are an ungrateful little twit. Would you prefer that I serve you caviar and pheasant under glass? Well, guess what, dearie, secretaries don't make that much money. You didn't have to eat the pizza that I paid for with my own money-- you could have gone to the freaking restaurant down the freaking street, the expensive gourmet one. Would that have been more to your liking?"

She looked around, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment. Every time she tried to be nice, it seemed like it backfired!

"In fact, I did this to try and be a nice person and make sure everyone had something to eat, rather than go hungry. Some people were mature adults and didn't whine about what was offered. I'm sorry to be so bitter, but obviously, the nice approach doesn't work too well with you."

She glared at him, eyes narrowed to mere slits, angry thoughts running through her head.


(( OOC: Wow, I sure made her b*tchy... eeee... ))

[cherryp3]

[Doodoo, I have to edit my post again. Sorry DarkPhoenix. Hang on, I'll fix it. :}]

"Probably," Jericho had said while casting an observant gaze across the room. However, his eyes found Mickey's again, and he added, "But I rarely do what I'm supposed to, and never what I'm told." The boy was somewhat taken aback by the statement at first. Very few people had the guts to speak to him like that, and those who did usually went about it in a subtle manner. The dark man took a sip of his cola and then let out a little sigh.

"I'm sorry. You caught me in one of my moods. I'll behave now."

Mickey shrugged, and looked over at the older man with the slightest hints of a smile, "Whatever are you apologizing for? You were simply voicing your views. Nothing wrong with that." He played with the fingers of his gloves, the wool rough against his skin. "Besides. Behaving," he glanced over at him, his head turned to the side, "is boring. That is what all of these other people in front of you are doing. Behaving and fighting the resulting boredom by chatting about nothing. And because of this, they're dying a little inside," he finished with a dry tone to his voice, "Much better to just do what you want, right?" His nose wrinkled in distaste and he pulled out a cigarette, lit it with the little blue lighter. He wasn't used to talking so much.

A few seconds after, the red-headed secretary was in front of him, baring down on him.

"'Better to eat sh*t than starve?'" she spat out at Mickey. "You are an ungrateful little twit. Would you prefer that I serve you caviar and pheasant under glass? Well, guess what, dearie, secretaries don't make that much money. You didn't have to eat the pizza that I paid for with my own money-- you could have gone to the freaking restaurant down the freaking street, the expensive gourmet one. Would that have been more to your liking?"

Mickey didn't say anything for a moment, simply took a drag from his cigarette. Then, he crossed his arms, and a soft little laugh came from him.

"See? A perfect example. Now her true colors have shown through," he breathed out a puff of smoke into Delilah's face. "You're so much more interesting like this." He cocked his head to the side, "To the point, I hate to correct you, ma'am, but I said nothing about it being of low quality. I simply don't like pizza. It's an opinion, nothing more and I must tell you, it's very unprofessional to speak of your income to others. And also, I must point out that it's very rude to eavesdrop." He sighed. She was probably going to take that into the wrong context.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah looked Mickey up and down and scowled.

"You know, Mickey," she said, "if I was a bit more of a smart***, I'd make some idiotic crack about you having to respect your elders, but obviously, you don't do that anyways, so I'm not going to waste my breath. And while we're on etiquette, you're not exactly a shining example of politeness yourself."

(( OOC: Sorry for making you edit your long post, cherryp3. In fact, sorry for everything Delilah says and does. It's not you, it's her... ))

[Pandaness]

Lotta walked into a seemingly busy office. But no one looked like they were really doing any work. She was late, because she had been looking around town all day for a partime job to earn a little extra cash. So far, the search was no good. A filthy fast-food joint was no place for a high-end model.

Creaking open the huge glass door, she took off her sunglasses, adjusting her eyes to the light. The only thing she needed to do for the rest of the day was figure out what the heck Cecilia wanted her to do. Then, she would decide whether or not she wanted to meet everyone else in the office.

Wafting through the building was the smell of cheap pizza. Lotta wrinkled her nose at the smell and continued her quest. She was suddenly very glad she had a smoke before she entered. There seemed to be a large group of people, perhaps the entire office, congregating around the pizza boxes, high-scool-like drama included. Then, she finally spotted Cecilia. Her heels clicking against the hard floor she ran over to her. She didn't seem busy, so Lotta decided it was time to talk. "Hey, I was wondering what I needed to do? No one had told me when to come, so I'm sorry I showed a little late. It won't happen again." Lotta quickly looked down to her feet, kind of angry. What else was a model to do except to be, well, told what to do?

[cherryp3]

[Ugh. Gotta go. ;] Movies and then Harry Potter unveiling. :} And DP, it's no problem really. xD I actually found that quite amusing.]

"You know, Mickey," Delilah growled, her mouth twisted into a look of fury, "if I was a bit more of a smart***, I'd make some idiotic crack about you having to respect your elders, but obviously, you don't do that anyways, so I'm not going to waste my breath. And while we're on etiquette, you're not exactly a shining example of politeness yourself."

It was in instances like these that Mickey's mind was warped, making him socially awkward. One could see by the mischievous little grin attempting to snake its way onto his face that Mickey was getting nothing out of this confrontation but a fat plate of amusement.

"Calm down, you're making a fool of yourself in front of your guests," he sighed, putting on a facade of exasperation. "My goal was not to insult you, make a mockery of you, or show you any disrespect. Simply to point out the faults that you presented, so that you might not make the same mistakes again."

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah glared at Mickey and growled, "People like you make me sick."

She turned and walked away from him, careful to get as far away from him as she could without leaving the room.

"What a freaking child," she muttered to herself.

[Slytherin-Girl]

OOC: I'm the red haired secretary :P I wasn't in the room :P

[DarkPhoenix]

(( OOC: My character's hair is a kind of reddish-brownish. It's kind of entertaining to me that people having trouble figuring out the color-- brown or red?. It's brown. Just a reddish brown. Confusion settled? ))

[Pandaness]

[[ My character's hair is tawny blonde :) lol ]]

[Slytherin-Girl]

OOC: Ohhhhh okay, I just didn't want someone thinking I was there when I wasn't cause I have to go.

I figured since mine is so flaming red he meant me, yours looked more browny to me :)

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah slumped down in her chair, embarrassed. She could not believe that such hateful words had come out of her mouth.

Sure, I meant them, she thought, but that doesn't make it any better.

She looked around, her face flushed. I bet everyone in here thinks I'm a hateful, spiteful witch. Well, Delilah, you just got your wish-- you wanted to say whatever you felt like saying, without being drunk. Be careful what you wish for, she berated herself.

This was one of those times where she wished a big hole would open up in the floor and swallow her up.

[supersim_SC]

Aylen arrived at the office, walking up to the fourth floor where Cecilia's office was. She was coming to apologize for not showing up for the party yesterday night. Unfortunately, she forgot the about the party and stayed at home watching re-runs of Will and Grace. Feeling sorry about what had happened, she came to apologize personally to her. Missing and event that was highly important, is not a good way to start out your modeling career.

While heading up the steps, she came up to the second floor and heard loud sounds coming from one of the rooms. Being curious, (and slightly nosy) Aylen quietly walked over, where she saw Cecilia and others hanging out and eating pizza. Before walking in to "meet and greet", she grabbed an elastic from her wrist and pulled her hair in a ponytail, she wanted to look as professional as possible.

She stepped in giving a nice bubbly smile, thinking of what to say and do. Remember what you learned, she thought. Smile, be friendly, be nice. Be the energetic person that fills up the room. At this time, Aylen wasn't feeling as confident as she tried to make herself seem. She was quite tired, but managed to hide it. She glanced around the room trying to find Cecilia.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah eyed the newcomer.

"Hey, newbie," she called out. "Catch!"

She tossed a can of Coke to Aylen, who caught it.

"Hi, I'm Delilah," she said, smiling cheerfully, trying to pretend an argument hadn't just happened. "This is my office, and... uh..."

She looked around. "Cecilia's around here somewhere. As you can see, this office wasn't built to accomodate this many people. Help yourself to some pizza."

[supersim_SC]

"Hey newbie," a voice said. "Catch!" Aylen turned her head to see a can flying at her head. Having good reflexes, she immediately caught the can, a little startled at what was happening. Realizing what was going on, she approached the woman, wondering what she was going the throw next.

"Hey, I'm Delilah," she said, giving a full smile. "This is my office, and... uh..." She waited to hear her response.

"Cecilia's around here somewhere. As you can see, this office wasn't built to accomodate this many people. Help yourself to some pizza."

Aylen gave a smile and return, and looked around the room. "Yeah, this place is... slightly packed." She popped open her coke and grabbed a slice of pizza. "This place is very cozy, I like it," she said. "So what do you do here?"

[DarkPhoenix]

"Well," Delilah said, "I'm Mr. Ruppetts' secretary. He's on vacation right now, so I pretty much do whatever the heck I want; so far, that's consisted of dancing on my desk and generally being a total goofball. Nothing illegal though. My job as a secretary consists of stuff like making coffee, taking phone calls, filing paperwork, etc. Boring stuff."

She looked the newcomer over. "So, what do you do here? Model? Design?" She thought a moment. "You look like the modelling type. I mean that in a good way."

[supersim_SC]

"Well," Delilah said. "I'm Mr. Ruppets' secretary. He's on vacation right now, so I pretty much do whatever the heck I want; so far, that's consisted of dancing on my desk and generally being a total goofball. Nothing illegal though. My job as a secretary consists of stuff like making coffee, taking phone calls, filing paperwork, etc. Boring stuff. So, what do you do here? Model? Design?" There was a silence between the two. "You look like the modeling type. I mean that in a good way."

"Thanks," Aylen replied. "Actually I do model, but I only do simple things, such as profile shots and other things. I'm trying to make it big, you know?" She looked over to the crowd of people, noticing Cecilia in the distance.

"Excuse me for a second, I'll be right back," Aylen said, turning to leave. "Oh, thanks for the chat." She came over to Cecilia and waited for her to finish her conversation.

[AtropaMandragora]

While Mickey was being yelled at by the secretary who had bought the pizza, Jericho stood beside him, watching the drama unfold. He would've said something, hadn't it amused him how well the young boy handled the situation. Mickey obviously didn't need anyone to back him up, even though Jericho felt as part of the scolding was directed at him as well.
But instead he observed the secretary. So this was the genious with the idea to offer pizza to models? What did she expect, really? She had to know pizza wasn't the first thing a model would go for, right? She'd even have to know most of them wouldn't eat it even if under gunpoint.
But oh well. She did actually seem to be more of the drama type than the clever type anyway, judging by what he had seen of her so far. First the drama at the party, and now this.

With a smirk he watched her stomp off to the other side of the room, and then turned to Mickey:
"Well, wasn't that refreshing?" he said, his voice dripping with irony.

[cherryp3]

The raven-haired boy was quite befuddled as the secretary stormed off in a blind rage, her heels clacking nosily against the tile. He didn't exactly understand what he'd done to make her so angry. Sure, he'd made a somewhat rude comment about the pizza, but hadn't he explained to her his reasoning? It was people like Delilah, he decided, that made him keep his mouth shut. Such tantrums were pointless and nothing short of annoying. He crossed his arms, but his little pout was interrupted by Jericho, who he'd almost forgotten was standing beside him.

"Well, wasn't that refreshing?" the dark man commented, and smirked over at Mickey, who gave a little smile in return. Jericho, however, was the type of person he could appreciate. Someone who wasn't afraid of rules and regulations, but was classy about his rebellion. And... he wasn't bad to look at, either.

"I'd say it was," he picked at his gloves again. "Better than seeing her sugary sweet mask. I still don't know why it is that I make her sick, though. I had thought I explained myself fairly well to her. Perhaps it's her time of the month?" he pondered aloud, and glanced up at Jericho. One of his brows arched upon his forehead. "I think she may possibly have overreacted to what I was trying to tell her."

[Anne_SC]

Cecilia looked around the room. She saw a newcomer and directly walked over to her.
"Hello! I expected you today. Aylen, right?"

[supersim_SC]

"Hello! I expected you today. Aylen right?" Cecilia replied.

"Oh, yeah that's me. I just wanted to apologize for not being able to show up at the party, I uh..." Aylen paused, trying to think of a better excuse. After several moments of silence, she gave up and replied, "I forgot about the party... but I won't do it again, it was just a mistake." She looked down at the ground, a bit embarrassed. This was not a good way to start her career.

"So where do I get started around here?" she asked, trying to change the subject. "This is a very big place, I just hope I don't get lost."

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah sighed and bit her lip.

I made such a fool of myself earlier, she thought. I bet everyone either hates me or is trying not to laugh at me.

She shuddered and cringed slightly at this thought and watched the newcomer inquisitively. What will this one be like? Delilah wondered.

[trampledsneakers]

((Hope you don't mind me joining in a little late! I'll take whatever job is open, or most needed to be filled. :] ))


Name: Rielle Drake
Gender: Female
Occupation: Assistant Manager
Age: 23

Bio: Ever heard of the filthy rich, ridiculously wealthy, high-society thriving lineage of the Drakes? Maybe not. But that's simply because they're an old money family, full of big whigs and stuffy kagillionaires who want nothing to do with the public or media. No 'It Girls' spawn from this well-to-do clan, no family members end up in trashy paparazzi mags due to embarassing indiscretions. Rielle was no exception to this rule.
Growing up as a partial heir to the Drake fortune was a blessing and a curse for the offbeat Rielle; everything was handed to her on a silver platter, and she was essentially set for life--she would never have to work a single day. However, she found the social restrictions of her family's wealth stifling. She was expected to be Miss Manners, but she quietly rebelled against her prim and proper parents in little ways; dying her hair, wearing monochromatic clothing, avoiding the gala's and dinner parties they held. Her parents treated her more like another possession than a daughter, another piece of merchandise to take stock in. Rielle loathed the lack of challenge in her life; she never had to struggle to get anything she wanted, and thusly, felt no gratification when she got it. She behaved, went to her boarding schools, excelled. She did everything she was told, but never could say she was happy. Come her 21st birthday, however, her parents brought to her attention the single even that would force her out of her privileged life to one entirely her own: an arranged marraige. With the intention of creating stronger ties to other wealthy families, Rielle's parents had arranged for her to marry the son of a wealthy entrepeneur. They gave her the ultimatum-- marry him, or get out.
Obviously, she chose the latter, and forsook her parent's lavish home to live on her own. Although not entirely alienated from her family, they cut her off from a great deal of her fortune until she agrees to marry. Until then, they helped her find a job at Queen's Clothes, and await her agreement. Something she insists will never happen.

Personality: Rielle can be described as an emotional hurricane; one moment, she’s all smiles and jokes, and the next, she takes on an air of unwavering seriousness. Usually she is laid-back, mellow, and just generally easy-going; she tries to not take inconsequential things too seriously, and leans towards optimism. It is rare to see her not smiling and laughing, for she is always finding some joy in life, random as that something might seem. She delights in the little things, especially things money can't buy. Steadfast and loyal to the death, Rielle is unfaltering in the face of adversity, especially when conflict involves those she cares for.
Like everyone, Rielle has her faults; she is horribly stubborn and mistrustful. She has a deep need for trust, and once lost from her, it will be a struggle to get it back; she is famous for holding a grudge. Rielle still somewhat feels that she must reach the perfection that was expected of her growing up, so she is often extremely hard on herself, and can become depressed and despondent easily.

Headshot: (kind of large, so just the link: http://i11.tinypic.com/4umytth.jpg )

[AtropaMandragora]

"I'd say it was", Mickey replied. "Better than seeing her sugary sweet mask. I still don't know why it is that I make her sick, though. I had thought I explained myself fairly well to her. Perhaps it's her time of the month?"

Jericho laughed softly, knowing from experience just how much women tended to hate it when a guy came to that conclusion. It always seemed to make them yell even more. Especially if it was true.

"Women", he said and shook his head.
This was one of the reasons why Jericho preferred relationships with men. With sex he swung both ways equally, but relationships with men he found were just easier. There were of course exceptions, but in general men were easier to figure out, even to talk to. There were no hidden meanings when speaking, and there wasn't nearly as much drama. Relationships with women had their perks, but all in all, relationships with men lasted longer.

"I think she may possibly have overreacted to what I was trying to tell her".
Mickey's voice snapped him back to the conversation, and with a slightly scornful smile his eyes wandered over to Delilah.

"Well, Mickey...", he said. "That's what people do when you make a point they can't really argue with."


(((ooc: Yey! Welcome trampled!)))

[DarkPhoenix]

Sensing Jericho's eyes on her, Delilah looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. She gave him a defiant look, as if daring him to keep looking.

Let him look at me and think what he will, she thought. If he wants to think the worst of me-- which I'm sure he does-- it's his problem, not mine.

[AtropaMandragora]

When their eyes met, and Delilah shot him a defiant look, Jericho's smiled changed into yet another smirk. So she wanted to play that game, did she? The game of who would be the first to look away, made to feel uncomfortable by having someone stare them dead in the eye, and who would remain confident the whole way through, not budging an inch. It was a game Jericho had learned to play back in high school, when someone seemed like they were about to give him a hard time. His intense blue eyes fixed on them, urging them on to dare challenge him because of the way he looked.
Needless to say, it was a game he never lost. Not back then, and sure as hell not now.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah smirked a little as well.

So, he wants to play it like that, does he? she thought. Fine. I'm up for a little staring contest.

She was not a woman who was uncomfortable with eye contact. She'd stared down hundreds of people in her life.

She stared right back at Jericho, waiting to see if he would break.

He didn't.

Well, I've got all day, Delilah thought to herself. And I'm not going to lose.

She continued to stare at him, not breaking the eye contact.

He's not too bad-looking, but he sure does have a nasty attitude sometimes, she thought.

[Anne_SC]

"Well we're eating pizza now, but the photostudio is on the first floor." she said smiling.

What the... the thought, seeing Jericho and Delilah stare at eachother.

Oh wait... I know what's going on She laughed. Knowing that neither of them would give up easily.

[supersim_SC]

"Well we're eating pizza now, but the photostudio is on the first floor," she replied. Aylen nodded, and watched as Cecilia's eyes turned their attention to Deiliah and a man staring at each other intently.

Are they doing some staring contest? she wondered. After finishing her coke, she threw it in the trash along with her leftover pizza, and continued to watch the two. Is this what it's going to be like every day? Aylen decided to take a seat near doorway, just in case things got too crazy.

Turning her attention to the guy Delilah was staring at, she observed him carefully. He seemed quite scary, a bit unhappy to. She could tell he didn't like people that much, so she made sure to get on his good side, she wanted to make friends of course. Aylen figured he was a model, he was very good looking after all.

Her gaze soon went away from him and torwards the others around the room, they all seemed friendly enough.

[AtropaMandragora]

As the two kept on staring at eachother, Jericho saw in her eyes that she had her mind set on not being the first to look away. Had it been any other day, or any other situation, or even any other person, he wouldn't have budged either. But it was starting to feel ridiculous, like high school all over again. He had better things to do than waste time on a secretary that went off on a teenager just because he didn't like pizza and was frank about it. They weren't many, but they were better. Plus, allowing her to win would probably calm her down, at least a little bit, and leave her not quite so uptight.
And so with an amused grin he gave her a nod, as if to say she won, but not because he couldn't keep it up, but because he got bored. It was a victory on her part, but a small one, and far from pure.
Turning away, again facing Mickey, Jericho spoke, his voice low enough for only Mickey to hear:
"Hopefully, now we'll get some peace."

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah frowned a little. She did not being treated condescendingly.

Whatever, she thought. He's not worth the fuss anyways. If he wants to be a donkey about it, let him. He and his little pretty-boy friend there can live in their own little world and be miserable little prats together.

[Anne_SC]

((Hope you don't mind me joining in a little late! I'll take whatever job is open, or most needed to be filled. :] ))


Name: Rielle Drake
Gender: Female
Occupation: (whatever is left/needed)
Age: 23




((I made you assistant manager.))

[DarkPhoenix]

(( OOC: Welcome to the roleplay!:) ))

[trampledsneakers]

((Alrighty! What exactly is the job of the assistant manager though? xD I just want to make sure Rielle is doing her job properly. *glomps Atropa* Another RP! And thanks DarkPheonix! I'm really excited. Should I just have Rielle come to the office? And does she have her own office or share one with everyone else? Sorry I'm asking so many questions, just want to make sure I transition in with everyone else smoothly and don't make any mistakes.))

[DarkPhoenix]

(( OOC: Pretty much do whatever you want. As for the office thing, as an assistant manager, you have your own office and secretary, I think. ))

[Slytherin-Girl]

OOC: Sorry I wasn't on guys, I've read Deathly Hallows about 4 or 5 times since midnight and I have to go to work tonight. So I'll be back tomorrow :D

[Anne_SC]

Cecilia decieded to go back to her office, but first she wanted something to drink, she walked down the stairs and saw the handyman of the business.
"Oh hello!" the man said. "I fixed the elevators"

"GREAT!" Cecilia squeeled and walked to the elevators, she walked in, pressed the button and waited for it to open.

[trampledsneakers]

First day on the job.

Rielle smoothed her skirt as she balanced the small box of her personal affects in her free arm. She managed to push the elegant and professional-looking doors open to Queen's Clothes, where she would be working as the Assistant Manager. For a moment she hesitated when the office came fully into view, already bustling with numerous people, all murmuring in hushed tones to one another or barking orders loudly.

She glanced around and her gaze landed on a small group of people. "Quite the eclectic bunch," she thought to herself, taking note of the distinctively different individuals mulling about the office. Rielle drew in a breath and raised her chin, trying not to look as totally out of place as she felt.

"Where's my damn office anyway?" she bit her lip, scanning the many scarcely marked doors in the building. The small silver plaque with the elegant inscription 'Rielle Drake' etched upon it was sequestered behind the group of individuals she had only just noticed. A dark looking man, an oddly pretty boy, a bespectacled and fashionable woman with auburn hair...they all stood near her door. Soft breaths seeped through her lips as she gathered herself, shifting the weight of the box to her other arm.

Striding slowly towards her office, she was certain to nod politely to each person nearby with a soft and welcoming smile. Once she reached the door, she slid inside, opened the blinds, and set the box down, allowing a soft sigh to escape. What had she gotten herself into?

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah walked over to the office and knocked at the door. Not waiting for a response, she opened the door and peeked in and gave the newcomer a big grin.

"Hi," she said, "I'm Delilah Stanton. Things have been kind of crazy around here lately, so if things are kind of messy, that's why. There's food... uh... everywhere. Except the canteen, apparently. Welcome to the company."

She paused a moment. "Yeeeeeeeah. So, I'm going to let you get to doing whatever you were going to do."

She backed away from the door and closed it and went back to her own office area.

[trampledsneakers]

A soft rapping sound at the door alerted her that someone was at the door. Not even five minutes and she had done something wrong? Rielle spun quickly to face the doorway, where the auburn haired and bespectacled woman she had noticed outside stood.

"Hi, I'm Delilah Stanton. Things have been kind of crazy around here lately, so if things are kind of messy, that's why. There's food... uh... everywhere. Except the canteen, apparently. Welcome to the company."

Not in trouble, she reassured herself, just someone greeting her. Rielle's face brightened and she bowed her head gracefully.

"Thank you; it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Stanton."

Her hands drifted over the box and she quickly unfolded the top, pulling out a few picture frames and a calender.

"Yeeeeeeeah. So, I'm going to let you get to doing whatever you were going to do."

Rielle smiled and pulled out a square plastic vase, set it down on her desk.

"Oh, I'm just unpacking a few things then--" but as she spoke, she heard the door click behind Delilah as she left. Rielle looked up and moved out from behind her desk and exited her room, back into the main office area where she spotted Delilah again.

"I was just unpacking," Rielle said with a shrug. "Thanks for the welcome; I'm Rielle Drake." She extended a slender and pale hand with a smile to Delilah.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah shook Rielle's hand. "It's nice to meet you, Rielle. I'm one of the secretaries here. My boss, Mr. Ruppetts, is currently on vacation, I'm afraid. He's an assistant manager. If you need anything, feel free to stop by. I keep every kind of office supply in my office, including coffee, and I usually bring donuts with me every morning."

[Pandaness]

[[ Wahh, Anne you ignored my post ;-; ]]

[SpoiledxxAngel]

(( Erm.. hi everyone. I'm gone for a day and a half and suddenly there's seven new pages. Can anyone give me a recap of what happened? Thanks! ))

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[DarkPhoenix]

(( OOC: Pizza party, I yelled at Mickey, and had a staring contest with Jericho. Oh, and a few newcomers. ))

[SpoiledxxAngel]

(( Okay, thanks. Now I just have to figure out where to jump in again... XD ))

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[Anne_SC]

((@Pandaness, where? :o))

[Slytherin-Girl]

Vastly becoming bored with nothing to do, Amber decided to search out Delilah again. She found her in Rielle's office and popped in. "Hi Delilah, I was bored and I thought I'd come talk to you".

She looked over at Rielle and said "Oh I'm sorry, where are my manners. I'm Amber Radisson, I'm Miss Queen's secretary"

[trampledsneakers]

Rielle's full lips spread into a wider smile. A friendly face, thankfully. She listened carefully to Delilah's words, taking mental notes. 'Delilah, the secretary to Mr. Ruppetts, who is my fellow Assistant Manager,' she would have to start charting who people were and what their jobs were mentally immediately, and this was a good way to begin.

Rielle gave Delilah a grateful smile and nodded.

"I'll be sure to-- you sound so incredibly helpful, and I can't thank you enough for welcoming me." Rielle nodded earnestly and saw another woman approaching them, apparently in search of Delilah.

"Hi Delilah, I was bored and I thought I'd come talk to you." The woman looked up and caught sight of Rielle, and quickly added, "Oh I'm sorry, where are my manners. I'm Amber Radisson, I'm Miss Queen's secretary."

Rielle extended a hand to Amber with a warm smile. 'Amber, secretary to Miss Queen. Check.' The list Rielle had only created moments ago had already doubled in size.

"Rielle Drake, Assistant Manager. It's a pleasure."

[Anne_SC]

The doors of the elevators opened and Cecilia walked out. She walked through the hallways and finally reached her office. She opened it and took place on the chair behind the desk. She pressed the button on the computer and it began to load. When the computer was loaded a small gold, modern pop-up popped up. (LOL!)
"You've got... 1 e-mail messages." she clicked on the pop up as her mail-box appeared, which had the same colour scheme as the pop-up. She clicked and opened the e-mail. The email was just spam and she deleted it.

[butterflykiss]

{{Okay, I have awaited Hamster, and no it is stagnant so I am sending Nicolao around. meh.}}

Nicolao found the dull silence annoying. The charcoal pencil held firmly inbetween his index, and middle finger. The gown, was done in a rich chocolate brown, his mind whirling over and over the textiles he would use. It usually came to him sooner than this. He was a designer, a damn good one at that, but his mind wandered to the events of the morn.

Throughout his life, he always strived, there was always something more to accomplish, and he would live in his means. With a smirk on his tanned unlined face, he thought of the many things he did to get where he was. There were two kind of people in this world, and he was a doer.

His computer popped up an email, and with a scowl on his face, he overlooked the message. Free pizza...well I'm not hungry, and I have work to do, unlike some people around here. And after this morning, I will stay clear of women. If one man understood a woman, they should write a book. Hopeless..... Turning off the monitor to avoid any further delays, he began to shade the regal empire waist. A makeshift around the waist, a twist of old and new.


The design was far from complete, but it was acceptable for the day, he didn't get paid, by the design, but on a salary. A handsome salary to if you will. Pushing up from his leather bound seat, he looked out the window, the golds, reds, masking the hazy sky. It was his little passion to watch the sunset, and the sunrise. His own time to enjoy the earth most majestic display. The grandness of it all, the dreamer, lost in his own world of reality. A dreamland, where the golds, were not as they seemed. With more folds than an onion. The sun sank engulfed by the grayish-blue hued clouds, he too mimiced the sun, and fell back into the chair.

The chestnut brown portfolio leaned gracefully against his desk, he pulled the checkbook out and wrote a check for the sum, of ten thousand dollars. Sealing it tightly he addressed it in his own hand, and sat there mesmerized by the what he was doing. I didn't just write a check for that ten thousand dollars, I didn't.They shouldn't control me anylonger! But they did, and he for once was at a loss, he didn't have control.

Again lost in his own world, he continued his perplex stare at the envelope. So torn, of what to do, and if he should. It was too much, the stress made a vein protrude from his forehead.

[Anne_SC]

{WOAH xD That's alot}

She once again walked around and watched the view.
"Boring" she said, and wanted to do something.

[Hamsterball]

((Nevermind. Couldn't find the post. Rewriting. :P))

Jamie sat down silently, looking at numerous designs. It was obvious that Nicolao was busy with his own work, so she worked at sifting through his summer dress drawings.

"This is cute," she piped up, lifting one of the designs. "Ooh, and this one is really pretty. This one is kind of long... And wow, this color with this design would be perfect! But this one is sort of gross and old lady-ish, you know?" He didn't appear to be listening, but Jamie continued. "I like the pattern on this one. This design is sort of overused." She reached the bottom of the pile of designs.

"Got anything else?" she asked impatiently, a hand on her hip. "I have to get my summer collection together before Catherin Tetherbaum. She is such a - Ooh, what are these?" Jamie picked up another pile of crumpled designs. "Very cute... But the colors sort of clash. That's not in, is it? I haven't read my copy of InStyle mag this month... I should totally reorganize my room like this." She glanced around the room admiringly. "You're sooo neat. I could really use a butler like you." She noted his confused look. "Oh, not like you would want to be my butler! I mean, you'd be paid well, but obviously you already have a job." She chuckled and sat down again. "Speaking of which, how much does a designer get paid? I've always wondered."

[butterflykiss]

Nicolao looked up at her obviously offended, his workspace was private until he was ready for a showing, or for the boss directly. His damn temples hurt like a mother, and this woman was the epitome of annoyance. "Excuse me," he bellowed as he stacked his art back into the portfolio. It was odd, his work was like a piece of him, each hemline, each and every stitch was made with his blood, sweat, and toil.

If anyone could have checked his heart rate, he was sure, it would have boggled the mind of doctors everywhere. In further annoyance, he tapped his meticulously manicured fingers on the oak desk, his sight set on Jamie, "And you are? I must have missed what your business is here? If you don't mind, it is considered rude, to riffle through others works."

Then the whole butler thing, and he almost pounced from his seat, he wanted to send her packing. The nerve, the utter gall!! At that moment, he felt the heat rising in his veins, his blood began to boil like an enraged, temperamental volcano. "If you would like to remove yourself from my office feel free, I have work to do," he boldly stated in a brash tone.

If the people in this office only had an inkling, about him, they would be baffled beyond the extremes of logic. The butler crack, had pushed him to far, his charcoal pencil was moving a mile a minute. All he wanted to do was strike the whole anal conversation from his memory.

Setting the check inside his breast pocket, he continued on his latest design. Absolutely no one, was going to stop him, some red headed twit, was going to distract him. Again the same verse ran through his mind, Women......

{{Yeah Hamster, thank you for posting, I thought Nicolao was going to freeze in the chair hehehe. And don't mind him, he is a moody bloke. She rubbed him the wrong way with ease!! woah..

Anne, I love long post, there is more of a feel for the character, when it is more vivid, crisp, tactile. Just my opinion....}}

[Slytherin-Girl]

"Wow, another assistant manger. I guess you don't have your secretary yet Rielledo you? If you need anything I'd be happy to help you out till you get yours" said Amber, smiling and shoving a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

[Anne_SC]

{{Yeah they rock, I never have enough words to do such a thing}}

[butterflykiss]

{{everyone has it, I know you do Anne, you have to feel it. IDK how to describe it though????}}

[Anne_SC]

{{Haha, unless you're dutch xD}}

[DarkPhoenix]

Still in her office, Delilah sighed and yawned, lost in her own inner monologue.

She continued to mentally berate herself, ignoring the fact that she'd managed to be a reasonably civil person to the newcomers to the company.

I bet most of them think I'm a monster, she thought. Why do I have to be so mean sometimes?

[cherryp3]

Mickey cast Jericho a look of gratitude. Only to find the man was locked in a rather intense contest with the woman across the way. Mickey frowned, and shook his head. What did that woman have against them? He’d just met her the previous day and she’d already focused her every will into antagonizing Mickey, and he was afraid he was dragging Jericho into the ridiculous little…well…feud? He wouldn’t call it that. Whatever it was considered, Jericho was sliding into it as well. Mickey crossed his arms just as Jericho had grown a crooked little grin and nodded in the woman’s direction, signifying that she had won the battle, but only at his own consent.

Jericho hissed with amusement dancing in the undertones of his voice, “Hopefully now we’ll get some peace.”

Mickey nodded, he hoped so himself. He tapped his cigarette with his finger, and ashes floated lifelessly to the floor.

“You see, this is why I hate people,” he commented with nonchalance. “While most…aren’t as bad about it as the ill-tempered Delilah, they are still prone to pointless and trying outbursts and they let themselves get encased in their emotions, often leading to incidents they will certainly regret later. There’s no self control and no sense of pride.” He took a drag of the cigarette and leaned back with his hand behind his head. “If they can clarify why they have taken such actions with a sensible explanation, I can handle them. But when they’re like Delilah’s…” he frowned, then looked up at Jericho and realized how odd it was that he was so comfortable talking with this man he’d just met. Changing the subject abruptly, he looked around, "Where the hell do we go after this?"

[supersim_SC]

Aylen lifted herself from her seat, giving her foot a shake because it had fallen asleep. She was tired of sitting doing nothing, she was tired period. So she left the room and headed down to the photostudio on the first floor. There were no other models there, so Aylen took the liberty of giving a glance at the place, walking around, stuff like that.

The place seemed very cozy for her, for some odd reason. She had never been in an environment like this before, where the people were so kind to you. The thought brought her memories from her past into her mind again. The teasing and the snickering is what devastated her the most. She never knew people could be that cruel, or even 10 year olds. She blocked the image out of her head, sighing deeply before continuing to walk around the place.

Sitting down once again, Aylen grabbed her water bottle out of her purse, gulping half of it down, for both the pizza and soda made her quite thirsty. She began to think about how many models were actually working a Queen's Clothes. She had not talked to that many people, so she had to wonder. I'll ask Cecilia later, she thought. She also decided to talk to Delilah later, she hoped wasn't upset about what happened between her and the man she was staring down. She seemed nice enough.

[Pandaness]

[[ @Anne: Post #508 ]]

[SpoiledxxAngel]

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Cilla yawned. Another day, another photoshoot, and more desire for food. She headed down the hallway to reach the canteen for any food. For the last couple of hours she had absolutely NOTHING to eat and now, she was famished.

And incredibly bored. Watching someone die would be so much more entertaining. Cilla decided to go find Chelsea or maybe Delilah later. RIght now, it's food....

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah decided to take another nap in her office, followed by tea and cookies while she watched movies.

After a 15 minute nap, she popped her copy of "Saw" into her computer and watched, mindlessly chewing on the delicious oatmeal raisin cookies until... she ran out!

"Argh!" she groaned. "This really sucks."

[Anne_SC]

{Oh, i'm really sorry Pandaness}

She sat down again and opened Adobe Photoshop. She opened a photo of a forest which was already on her computer and started editing. The leafs, which were orange were turned into a lovely green. She changed the lightning a bit and added a rabbit.

[SpoiledxxAngel]

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She couldn't find Chelsea anywhere! Maybe she had went home, or something..
Cilla headed to the third floor to find Delilah, but stopped at the canteen with two coke cans, then headed upstairs. She knocked on her door three times waiting for a simple reply.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah opened the door and smiled weakly.

"Enter," she said to Cilla.

Delilah walked back to her seat and waited to see what Cilla wanted.

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: Uhhh... Wait... I thought most people were still in Delilah's office...? I know I haven't moved Jericho away from there... But now suddenly she's alone?)))

[trampledsneakers]

((I guess Delilah left? xD She was near Rielle and Amber, but she's gone. Rielle and Amber are actually standing outside Rielle's office, in the general office area. ))

"Wow, another assistant manger. I guess you don't have your secretary yet Rielle do you? If you need anything I'd be happy to help you out till you get yours."

Rielle gave Amber a nod and sighed with relief. "Thank you so much! Everyone here seems so helpful," she murmured, glancing around. "And you know the other assistant manager? What are they like? And I'll have to look into who my secretary will be..."

She brushed a few stray ivory and raven strands of hair from over her shoulder and pulled out a small notepad from inside her jacket pocket, jotted down a few notes, and tucked her pen behind her ear.

[LilacBaby]

((Okay I've been really busy. Could someone catch me up?))

[cherryp3]

[Ok, am I the only one that the 'Your Message is too Short' bubble is effecting? >_> I know my posts have been long enough and even if I lengthen it more, it continues to insist that my post is far too short. >:{ It's beginning to eat at my last remaining nerve. Atropa: Mickey hasn't moved either. xD I suppose they're just suspended in the past or something of the like?]

[Anne_SC]

(Can someone go to Cecilia's office? xD)


She photoshopped it some more and then made it into her background picture of her computer.

[Slytherin-Girl]

"Well" said Amber, looking thoughtful "I haven't actually met the other assistant manager yet. I think he's still on vacation. I suppose we'll all have to wait and see what he's like".

She glanced at the clock on the wall and said "Well, I'd better be getting back to Miss Queen. Just e-mail me or call if you need anything". Amber waved to Rielle and left the office, heading back to see Cecilia.

[AtropaMandragora]

“You see, this is why I hate people,” Mickey said after giving a nod. “While most... aren’t as bad about it as the ill-tempered Delilah, they are still prone to pointless and trying outbursts and they let themselves get encased in their emotions, often leading to incidents they will certainly regret later. There’s no self control and no sense of pride.”

Jericho simply looked at him, surprised at his way of talking. It sounded almost like he was reading from a book on the subject, explaining the situation in the objective way that he did. It seemed he looked at the world around him the same way, without much emotion, and Jericho briefly wondered if maybe there was some sort of emotional disorder hiding underneath that beautiful surface.
But then again, nowadays there was side a wide range of disorders that everyone seemed to have one. Besides, even if Mickey did have a disorder, it wasn't any of Jericho's business. In fact, he pretty much enjoyed Mickey's a-matter-of-fact statements.

“If they can clarify why they have taken such actions with a sensible explanation, I can handle them", Mickey continued. "But when they’re like Delilah’s...”

His voice trailed off and his pretty face was distorted momentarily by a frown. Then he suddenly looked around.

"Where the hell do we go after this?", he said.

Jericho blinked, not prepared for the sudden and complete change of subject. But then he too took a quick look around the room, and shrugged.

"Anywhere but here," he said. "This place is boring me to tears."
He sighed as he straightened his back, and then motioned his head towards the door before turning to make his way over there.
"I think I'll take another look at the photostudio", he said. "Surely there must be some people there by now."


(((ooc: cherryp3: I've had no trouble with a message like that...)))

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: My... This place has really died down... :( )))

[DarkPhoenix]

(( OOC: Sorry, I've been sick! ))

[ElektraNatchios33]

I'll post an app later, making custom Neighborhood right now. I'll post a link once it's done.

[butterflykiss]

{{I don't want it to die!!! I keep awaiting responses, from Jamie I might send him out though if I don't get a response soon. Hope you are feeling better DarkPhoenix :sick: :popcorn: !!!}}

[DarkPhoenix]

(( OOC: I feel better today. I just haven't put anything on here because I don't know what to say... heh... my brain is still broken. ))

[butterflykiss]

{{Glue's DarkPhoenix brain with gorilla glue. hehehee lovely visual.}}

[DarkPhoenix]

(( OOC: You dolt! You just made me start thinking like an idiot. I have to fix that. *Pulls my brain apart and carefully puts it back together properly, using melted chocolate* There, all better... ))

[Anne_SC]

Cecilia looked up from her computer and saw Amber walking in.
"Oh hey Amber" she smiled and flipped one of her ponytails.

[ElektraNatchios33]

Name: Lexi Hansen
Gender: Female
Occupation: Clacker/Accesories (haha, you'd get it if you read The Devil Wears Prada)
Age: 22
Bio: Lexi likes to party, but she enjoys her job at Queen's. Lexi can always be found drawing sketches of hats scarves, etc.
Personality: She doesn't take bulls**t, but if you're nice to her, she'll treat you nice back! She loves the color navy, and likes to watch Chick Flicks.
Headshot:

http://www.modyourpanties.com/hosting/070825024340-Eliza_Headshot.jpg

[Slytherin-Girl]

"Hello Cecilia" said Amber, shutting the door behind her 'I came to see if there was anything you needed from me, I haven't had much to do yet".

[Anne_SC]

"I know, so did I" she smiled. "Take a seat." she coughed. "I guess we just need to get on track with the other companies."

[PixieDust_fairy]

((What's going on right now? I would love to jump in again, but i'm a bit confused.))

[trampledsneakers]

((same here. Rielle is just stranded outside her office with no clue what to do. I'm a bit lost, lol. ))

[PixieDust_fairy]

((Hm...Maybe we could have our sims RP ogether or something....Because were both lost .lol.))

[Anne_SC]

((You can just continue where you was except if you were on the pizza party xD))

[PixieDust_fairy]

((hehe i was last at the pizza party and i have no idea how it's moved on since. Are we just in the office now?))

[Anne_SC]

((Yup :) We are))

[DarkPhoenix]

(( Okay, problem solved-- everyone who wants to be in my office is now magically in my office; everyone who doesn't is not. ))

[Slytherin-Girl]

"Probably" said Amber, taking a seat across from Cecilia and smoothing out her skirt "So just tell me what you want me to do and I'll get right to it".

[Anne_SC]

"Probably" said Amber, taking a seat across from Cecilia and smoothing out her skirt "So just tell me what you want me to do and I'll get right to it".

"Someone has send me some paperwork and I want it organised on alphabet, if you can do that." Cecilia said.
"It's really messy and I've got no idea where to start, so if you want to do that, thank you. After that you can call Mr. Weijers to tell him I can't come to the meeting." she smiled at Amber.
"I was told he's trying to ruin this company, so I will just avoid him for a while." she stood up and opened the drawers, taking out the paperwork and placing it on the desk in front of Amber.
"And if he makes a move to ruin our company, I will ruin him. Simple."

[PixieDust_fairy]

Chloe walked into the offices of her future. She was happy to be modeling for such a popular designer. She couldn't wait until her first photoshoot, but she feared that in the meantime she would have horrible catfights with the other models that decide to be bit*hy to her. The one thing that Chloe never stood for was the stuck up girls who thought they were all that, but really deep down inside (and outside) they were little bulemic girls, who wanted to have meat on their bones. She hated when she had these thoughts, because she did become one of those stuck up girls. Chloe was still depressed about her husbands death, but she still had to pull through and support herself, becaus she knew that's what he would have wanted.

She tied the backstrap of her dress tighter. Today she was wearing a red haultertop dress which was absolutely gorgeous. She bought it at the mall for 900$ and the good thing about it, was that it was from the closet of the Queen's Clothes (meaning it was their own design). She was a bit confused where to go so she walked up to the reception desk with butterflies in her stomach.

"Hello I'm Chloe Williams, I'm a new model here...Where do I go for my first day of work." Chloe set her purse on the reception desk and pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to the receptionist. It was a note telling about her job and what she was hired as.

[cherryp3]

"Anywhere but here," Jericho responded. "This place is boring me to tears." He motioned towards the door, and spun in that direction. "I think I'll take another look at the photostudio," he said. "Surely there must be some people there by now."

Mickey found himself frowning. Should he follow Jericho or should he stay back? His brow furrowed as he contemplated the consequences that could fall into place if he did. After all, Mickey had already spoken far too much to the dark man. He very well could have given away what he and his parents had so carefully hidden within him. A disorder like that could very well have him kicked out of his career. Still, if he stayed in the room he would be stuck with a bunch of strangers and that fiery Delilah. Another confrontation was not something he needed at the moment. He sighed and began to follow Jericho towards the door, crushing his cigarette in a nearby ash tray before he went.

“I suppose it would be a good idea to meet the other models,” he explained as they trailed out of the bustle of the room. He didn’t want Jericho to think that he was following him around everywhere like a lost puppy. But since when did he care what anyone thought about him? Normally, the opinions of others could be discarded like a sullied rag. They were never very interesting opinions or correct by any means…so why did he care about what Jericho thought? Mickey’s brow knitted and his eyes narrowed to sharp slits as he tries to organize his thoughts into a manner that he could grasp, but it was impossible. He was met with some hazy mass, and a strange feeling burbling there in his stomach. He silently hoped it was his food digesting.

[Slytherin-Girl]

"Of course Miss Queen" she said, standing up and picking the paperwork up off of the desk "I'll call Mr. Weijers and then get right to this". Amber smiled and walked out of the office, going back to her own to get started on the paperwork.

[butterflykiss]

Nicolao ruppled up another paper, and tossed it into the bin, after countless hours of working nonstop, he was feeling parched. Hopefully, it would be a good time for lunch, because he was past ready, for a bit of sushi. Thankfully on the way here, he saw a place within walking distance.

He hated to drive his car, such a short bit, it seemed frivolous. As he zipped his portfolio, and let the woman out of his office, he locked the door tightly.

Down the stairs he went while others were busy working and doing there thing. Passing the multitude of office where idle chit chat was going on. Pushing the glass doors, open he headed off to lunch.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah yawned and stretched.

How much time has passed? she thought. It feels like this day has been going on for ages!

She looked around, checking to see if there was anyone in her office with her.

[Hamsterball]

Jamie felt as though she had be rudely shoved out of that designer's office, so she earnestly headed towards the elevator. She wanted to file a report against that man, Nicholas. Or was it... Micholas? Michole? Michael? Mitchel, maybe?

"Get up here, you stupid elevator!" Jamie jabbed at the Up button continuously, however, it refused to ease its way up. It took its time, waiting at every possible stop it could. At last, she heard the soft Ping! that meant the elevator had, at last, arrived. "Finally." She stepped through the opening doors into the empty elevator. The doors refused to close, no matter how many times she jabbed the Close button, but at last, when it had tortured her quite enough, the elevator began to move back downwards.

Now here was a dilemma. Where on earth would she file a complaint against her designer? Would she want to see... Gavin Ruppetts? Or... Amber Radisson? Maybe, uh, Lexi Hansen? Jamie leaned over to inspect the small engraved lettering beneath Lexi's name. Attorney at Law. That sounded promising. But wait... Cecilia Queen, Manager! Well, she would certainly be able to file a complaint! Jamie pressed the pale 4 button and felt as the elevator suddenly shuddered to a stop. It appeared she had practically made it to the fourth floor before she even pressed the button.

"Fourth Floor," announced a quiet voice from inside the elevator. "The offices of Cecilia Queen and Amber Radisson. Bathrooms are down the hall and to the left if you are a lady, to the right if you are a gentleman."

Jamie strode across the hallway with purpose until she reached a windowed office, the nameplate of which read Cecilia Queen. She knocked a couple of times and waited.

[butterflykiss]

Nicolao returned and made way to the canteen, to eat his lunch. A hot tea, with lemon, and some bbq eel rolls. They were his favorite, the tangy, and subtle flavor. As he sat down, he took out the chopsticks, and began to chow down.

[BeautifulWeirdo]

(( OOC: Sorry that I haven'T RPd for a while but my computer is driving me insane -.- it works for a few days and suddenly some error and its not loading up anymore :( i'm on my (simsless *cries*) lt for now... I assume we're in our offices now from the posts i read on the current page, right?))

[DarkPhoenix]

(( OOC: You are correct! ))

[Anne_SC]

Cecilia heard someone knocking the door.
"Come in" she said shortly, not looking up from her computer. When the door opened she looked up.
"Hello, do you have an appointment? You don't work here do you?" she leaned down on her chair.
"Oh, I remember you, Jamie right?" she asked.
"Even if I do remember you, you really need an appointment, but since you're here now, what's the problem?"

[BeautifulWeirdo]

((OOC: Okay thanks for letting me know DarkPhoenix :) ))

Jayden sat in his office again, tryng to create something new.
He couldn't help it but Jericho kinda inspired him to his new creation;
Dark, mysterious but still kinda colorful and fashionable! "Brilliant he thought to his self and decided to show Cecillia later.

He still had to think about Jericho, he was sorry for just walking away at the little pizza party but well Jericho seemed to get along with that Micky guy quiet well!

"I need a coffee..." he said quietly and got up to get some, hoping he might find someone to talk to, since he didn't knew all of them who were working here by now...

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah decided to amuse herself, as well as everyone who was still in her office, by juggling several items.

One object-- an empty coffee cup-- smashed onto the ground.

"Rats!" Delilah groaned. She ran to her closet and found a broom and dustpan.

She swept up the broken bits, hoping that she didn't miss any. The last thing she needed was for someone to get a cut because of her clumsiness.

Delilah dropped the shattered pieces into the trashcan and put the cleaning items away.

Well, that was not one of my better moments, she thought.

[AtropaMandragora]

As Jericho headed towards the door, he noted that Mickey didn't follow. He was just about to turn to look if he was coming, or if he'd found something more interesting to do, but right at that moment the boy appeared next to him.

"I suppose it would be a good idea to meet the other models”, he said.

"Mm", Jericho eloquently agreed, but then added as they started towards the elevators: "And even if there isn't anyone there, it'll be change for the better. The constant chatter in there was starting to give me a headache."

There seemed to be no middle ground with this company. Either the place you hung around was completely deserted, or the majority of the building had decided to all squeeze together there. To Jericho's nature, it was quite ironic, seeing as how the solitude had bored him, and the crowded office had made him feel agitated and impatient.

"Hopefully they haven't hired a bunch of airheads", he continued, well aware that alot of models (although far from all of them) tended to stop using their brains, simply because they thought they didn't need them anymore.

He glanced over at Mickey. Luckily, the boy seemed to be anything but an airhead. He had a maturity rarely seen in teenagers, and seemed to be unbelievably clever about the world around him. Combined with his exceptionally good looks, it was no wonder the agencies were fighting over him. Not to mention the girls.
His dark hair, his soft features... And those eyes. Their color was unique. But not only that. The expression in them was wise and penetrating, like they were hiding a vast knowledge about the person he was looking at, and even just people in general.

Jericho found himself almost staring at him, momentarily mesmerized by those eyes. With a slightly embarassed hum he cleared his throat and looked away, to the row of flashing numbers above the elevator, indicating what floor it was currently on.

"But", he added, trying to get back on track. "Seeing as how you seem to be the type I'll enjoy working with, I'd say the chances are looking good that the rest of them will be fairly intelligent."

[butterflykiss]

Finishing his meager lunch, he wrapped the contents of his debris and walked down the hall. The sound of crashing made him take a look in office. It seemed familiar, but all the offices seemed like a bit of a blur. Peering his head into the door, he didn't see anyone, but mumbled, "Everything okay here?"

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah peeked up from behind the desk, where she was checking to make sure there were no more bits of broken coffee cup. She thought she'd heard something.

"I'm okay," she called out, wondering if she had been hallucinating. "I just broke a coffee cup!"

She stood up and brushed the dust and lint from her skirt.

[PixieDust_fairy]

Chloe didn't know where she was going...Speaking the receptionist had a non-stop conversation on the phone. So she walked over towards the directory picture. She noticed that the designer offices were upstairs and the photo studio were on the same level as her. Chloe desperately wanted to talk to somebody, before she took her first steps into her future. But who could she talk to? She hadn't really met anybody but a couple of people at the party and they were both designers.

She pulled down her dress a little bit and headed over towards the elevator. Chloe had decided upon going to talk to Jayden, before she walked into the photo studio for the first time. Her heart was racing the whole time she saw the elevator hit a floor closer to her. Butterflies were building up inside of her. It seemed as if she was a grade school girl again, with all the childish crushes. Chloe pulled her mirror out from her purse and examined her makeup, she didn't to arrive looking wretched. She applied some lipgloss and stuck everything back in her purse. Seconds later the loud ding telling her that the elevator was there sounded. She stepped inside and pushed up...She was ready to gaze into the eyes of Jayden, but the thoughts stopped just as the elevator did. The doors slid open revealing two guys standing there. One had to only have been a teen and the other was an older man...Chloe believed his name was Jericho, she saw him at the party talking to everybody, but somehow she didn't manage to get a few words in. They were both attractive, but nothing Chloe would attempt to date.

[Hamsterball]

"Hello, do you have an appointment? You don't work here do you?"

"No, of course not," Jamie scoffed, sitting down across from the woman who was probably Cecilia, if not her secretary. "I was here to check up on my summer collection, but I was greeted most-"

"Oh, I remember you, Jamie right?"

"Yes," Jamie fumed at having been interupted like this. "Glad that you remember me. Daddy did buy up a third of your stock, after all." She smirked.

"Even if I do remember you, you really need an appointment, but since you're here now, what's the problem?"

"Well, as I was saying before I was so rudely interupted," she shot a glare, "I came here to check up on my summer collection. However, when I went to meet with that... Designer dude, I was most rudely dismissed from his office, simply because I looked at his designs! He yelled and blabbered on and then just randomly left the room, so I thought I would make a complaint." Jamie smiled at Cecilia. "Now, could you pretty please scold this little boy for doing such a wroong?" She batted her eyelashes, then paused for a moment. "Oh, and tell him to do something with his hair. It really looks totally uncool."

[Anne_SC]

"I came here to check up on my summer collection. However, when I went to meet with that... Designer dude, I was most rudely dismissed from his office, simply because I looked at his designs! He yelled and blabbered on and then just randomly left the room, so I thought I would make a complaint." Jamie smiled at Cecilia. "Now, could you pretty please scold this little boy for doing such a wroong?" She batted her eyelashes, then paused for a moment. "Oh, and tell him to do something with his hair. It really looks totally uncool."

"He can do whatever he wants with his hair, and please, if he didn't have a reason for leaving you or whatever in his office, he wouldn't do it."

[supersim_SC]

Aylen's stomach grumbled, she was hungry once again, and this time more hungry than before. She wanted to go out to Dunkin' Donuts and get a donut and a bagel, but she remembered a lady in a magazine talking about models and their weight. She said donuts, "Simply aren't good for your figure," as well as french fries and pizza and many other "fatty" foods. Aylen rolled her eyes at that comment, she would eat whatever she wanted, she didn't care, she would just run it off later.

That thought reminded her of something. She opened up her purse and took out a magazine (Elle) and began to open up and read. She hadn't gotten the chance to yet, so she brought it here to read just in case she had the extra time.

After searching through a while she realized she was still the only one in the photostudio. Where had everyone else gone to? She knew she wan't the only model here. Her stomach grumbled again, this time much louder than before. The magazine would have to wait, right know it was time to eat.

She walked over to the canteen and grabbed a couple snacks and some water, and brought them back over to the photostudio. She didn't know if she was allowed to eat in there, but no one would notice if she didn't leave any crumbs.

Muching on her snacks, she reopened her magazine, and began to read. Hopefully there would be more people coming in, she didn't want to be alone.

[butterflykiss]

As he stepped into Delilah's office, he perched down to see if she needed any help, "Nice job, I couldn't have done better myself, at least it wasn't falling off the desk again." With his nimble fingers he scooped up a small shard that she overlooked, and tossed it into the bin. "Too bad, was that your #1 Secretary cup?"

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah chuckled. "Nope, it was my 'Life's a B****' coffeecup. Rather ironic, since that's how it's been lately," she replied.

She knelt to pick up a few more shards of the broken cup. One particularly sharp bit sliced into her finger.

"Oh, crap," Delilah groaned, tossing the pieces into the trash can. "This just doesn't seem to be my day!"

[butterflykiss]

The corner of his lip upturned at the lyric on the mug, it seemed like her, no doubt, from what he knew of her. "And life, is a b**ch, and then you die."

He didn't expect her to find more shards, he thought he captured the last of them, but to his surprise, she sliced her finger quite nicely. "Seems like the cup is possessed, let me take a look." As he leaned up, and held onto her wrist looking over the cut, "So, you are a rock n' roll fan, what do you think of AC/DC?" Figuring the idle chatter would keep her thoughts on music, and not the protruding glass from her finger.

Plucking it out, he took his hankie from his pocket, which was indeed clean, and wrapped it around her finger.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah's eyes lit up. "AC/DC is awesome. But... when I was younger, I used to think the song 'Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap' was 'Dirty Deeds Done with Sheep.' I was a weird one, eh?"

Her eyes widened slightly when Nicolao bandaged her finger up with his handkerchief.

"I..."

For one of the few times in her life, she found herself absolutely speechless, and she stood there, staring at Nicolao with an expression of complete surprise.

[butterflykiss]

No doubt about it, that was close to the funniest thing he had ever heard, "Nice, I will have to remember that, I am sure you weren't aware of the real lyrics at that ripe age either. I am sure, you gave the elderly a fright singing about Dirty Deeds Done with Sheep. Unless you lived in the country, than maybe they could see your chagrin."

As he looked up from the hankie, he felt rather odd, she was surprised. But for what reason, did he seem like an utter as*? As if he had done something wrong, he pulled back from her hand, as it fell to her lap.

"I hope your finger feels better, and don't think life is so sh*tty, sometimes, it can surprise you," almost as quickly as he said it, he wished he didn't, and hit the door jam.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah watched Nicolao hurry out of the office, bumping into things along the way.

Great conversation skills you have, she scolded herself. Way to impress people-- tell them about the songs you misheard. You just scared the poor guy away. Between my clumsiness and my stupidity, I bet he's getting a great laugh.

She unwrapped the handkerchief to get a good look at her finger. No doubt about it, that was one nasty cut. She shuddered slightly and bound the injured finger up tightly, hoping she wouldn't be expected to do any typing anytime soon.

But... she thought to herself, he seemed almost... uncertain. As if...

Delilah shook her head. Don't be silly, she thought to herself. You've been reading too many trashy novels again.

She looked down at at handkerchief. I'll have to get that cleaned before I return it to him, she thought. I don't think he'd be very happy about having to deal with any blood-stained items.

[butterflykiss]

Bouncing from the door jam, into the corner of the filing cabinet, he held back a yelp. "Delilah, see ya around," he said with pursed lips, hitting yet another item before lunging for the door.

Strolling mindlessly through the hallway, he kick a garbage bin over, and mentally went over there conversation. Nice move Rico Sauve, you sure know how to make you mouth seem like an flippin idiot. Not thinking much of the spilled garbage, he walked past Cecilia's office.

The subtle conversation between his boss, and what he know knew was a buyer in his office, he scolded himself even more. "When this day is over, I am going to get smashed. First day, nice impression, slick."

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah sat back in her chair.

"I could use a drink," she muttered to herself. "I'm thinking vodka with a sake chaser, based on how this day has been."

She popped a CD into her computer and tried to relax.

What else will go wrong today? she thought.

[LilacBaby]

Chelsea plopped down in her seat. She was so tired and felt a little weird. She needed a drink and she needed one bad. She went to go find Delilah and then they would go find Cilla together.

*knock*knock*

"Delilah, are you there?"

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah looked up, hearing the knock at her door.

"Come in!" she called. Chelsea walked in.

"Oh, hi, Chelsea," she said, feeling a little disappointed. "Haven't seen you in a while."

[SpoiledxxAngel]

Err... hi everybody? I finally got some time (like, way more than ten minutes) to actually spend on the computer.. a quick recap maybe?

____________

[LilacBaby]

((Well I'm in Delilah's ofice about to ask her if she want to go out and get a drink ad then I was thinking we go downstairs and invite you with us.))

**

"Hey Delilah. If you don't have any plans or any work to do do you want to go across the street to that new bar that just opened?"

Chelsea had a feeling Delilah wasn't too happy too see her, like she expecting someone else to come in.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah smiled weakly at Chelsea.

"You read my mind," she said. "I was just thinking I needed a drink. Preferably something to get me plastered enough not to think about how the day's been going."

Noting Chelsea's inquisitive expression, Delilah said, "Let's just say I had close encounters of the painful kind."

She held up her injured hand as explanation.

[LilacBaby]

"Okay. Great. You want to go get Cilla?"

[DarkPhoenix]

"Sure," Delilah replied. She grabbed her purse.

She grabbed up a sign for her door that said 'Out of the Office. Will Return Shortly.'

"There, now, if anyone comes by, they'll know I'm not in!"

She hung the sign on the door.

"Well, let's go!"

[Hamsterball]

"He can do whatever he wants with his hair, and please, if he didn't have a reason for leaving you or whatever in his office, he wouldn't do it."

Jamie stood suddenly, her lips pressed together angrily.

"Well, then, I have a prior engagement," she shook out her hair and managed to smirk. "I do hope you will bring it up with him - but kindly, you know? After all, I'd hate to see my cute summer collection ruined because of a bad first impression." She chuckled and left the room without another word.

Jamie felt a little too energized to take the elevator, and as disgusting as it sounded, made her way to the stairs. Somehow her feet led her up one floor, and she kept walking until she reached Nicolao's office. She suddenly realized she should give a gift - a peace offering! How about... Chocolate laxatives? No, he wouldn't really want - or need - any of those. Spearmint gum? No, he didn't seem like a gum chewer. The business card of her hair dresser? Well, he certainly needed a cut, but he would probably find it offensive...

A solid gold fountain pen? Well, obviously he did a lot of writing and drawing and such. And it's not like Jamie would really need it! She tried the door handle, and to her relief, it was open. Grabbing a post-it note, Jamie quickly scribbled a note reading, 'Heyo, Nicolao! I know we got out on the wrong foot, but I was thinking we could totally start over! So here's a little peace offering. You can use it to like... Write. Enjoy!' She smiled and left the post-it and pen on top of his computer keyboard.

[Anne_SC]

"Well, then, I have a prior engagement," she shook out her hair and managed to smirk. "I do hope you will bring it up with him - but kindly, you know? After all, I'd hate to see my cute summer collection ruined because of a bad first impression." She chuckled and left the room without another word.
Cecilia shook her head and laughed softly as Jamie walked out. I'm just going to say that Jamie wasn't pleased and that I don't really care. She stood up and walked over to the window, she looked out over the city and opened the window, a soft breeze entered the room. She walked away and sat down on the little sofa in the corner next to the door, she lay her feet down and started playing a fame on her phone.

[LilacBaby]

Chelsea and Delilah went downstairs to the photostudio looking for Cilla.

"Hello, Cilla are you in here?"

[trampledsneakers]

((Hmm. Rielle is lost, lol. Oh well. xD ))

Rielle surveyed the newly set up room with a relaxed sigh. Finally, her own space. Her own space where she could decide who to let in, who to force out, who could sit, who could stand. It all sounded so foolish and petty to her when she thought of it in such simple terms, but in reality, it truly was a treat.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Rielle realized that it was finally time to go home. After having set her things up, dealing with her immediate filing, making the necessary calls... she was exhausted. It was only her first day, and she was already lagging.

"I need coffee..." she groaned, exiting her office and carefully locking the door behind her.

Her pale eyes surveyed the office and the number of people who were still there, working and packing up. As a young man brushed past her, she gently tapped his arm to get his attention. He glanced up at her in confusion.

"Uhm, hello. Could you direct me to the lounge?"

Understanding dawning upon his features, he pointed a slender finger in the direction of the small room and she offered him a grateful smile. "Thanks," she murmured and made her way over to the blinding white room. Entering it quietly, she made her way to the back of the room and began rummaging around the cabinets, searching desperately for a clean pot to make some coffee.

[supersim_SC]

"Hello, Cilla are you in here?" a voice said. Cilla? Who is Cilla? she thought to herself walking over to them.

"Oh, I'm not Cilla, I'm Aylen," she replied, extending her hand out to her. She turned and saw Delilah, and gave a smile and waved. "Hi, Delilah," Aylen said. "Hey where is everybody? I know there are more models than me who work here." She glanced behind their shoulders, trying to see if anyone was coming.

[LilacBaby]

"Hey Aylen. I'm Chelsea," she said returning her handshake.

"Have there been any other models that passed through here?" She was really hoping to find Cilla so that maybe that tension between her and Delilah wouldn't be so strong.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah smiled as warmly as she could. "Hi," she said. "I'm Delilah Stanton. I'm one of the secretaries. I'm sorry for not being more cheerful, but this has kind of been a rough day for me. We were about to go out for a bit."

[LilacBaby]

"Could you both excuse me for a moment. I just need to run to the washrooms for a moment." Chelsea needed a break. It really felt like Delilah didn't want her there but she couldn't figure out why.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah watched as Chelsea walked away.

Is she feeling sick? she wondered. I hope not. Oh man... she would kill me if she knew about the whole Nicolao thing, even if nothing really happened...

[LilacBaby]

((Thanks...but I'm going to keep acting like Chelsea has no idea.:)))

**

Why is she acting so wierd. Maybe I said something or maybe something happened with someone. Let's hope having a few drinks will make her spill.

Chelsea splashed water on her face, put on some makeup and went back to the photostudio.

"I'm back. Just needed to freshen up."

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah looked worriedly at Chelsea.

"Are you okay?" she asked. She put a hand on Chelsea's forehead. "No fever... are you feeling okay, Chels?"


(( OOC: I'm keeping in character by having Delilah not know why Chelsea's acting weird. ))

[LilacBaby]

"Me? Oh yes, I'm fine. Just wanted to freshen up for a moment." Chelsea was really lying though. The only reason she left was to get a break from the tension.

"Well since Cilla isn't here, do you want to go across to the bar?"

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah grinned. "To the bar! Full speed ahead."

She laughed and lightly poked Chelsea. "Just a warning-- I'm a really goofy drunk!"

Delilah grabbed Chelsea's hand and dragged her along.

[LilacBaby]

"Well here we are. First round on me! What would you like?" Chelsea decided buying some round might help her slip up about why she's acting like she doesn't want to see her, like she's hiding something.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah sat on the bar stool.

"I'm not too picky. Just give me something with alcohol in it. And I don't mean the medical rubbing kind!"

Delilah sighed and thought for a few seconds, then said, "Vodka, with a sake chaser."

Seeing Chelsea's expression, she said, "I need something strong!"

[LilacBaby]

"Alrightee! Bartender!" Chelsea was so ready for some alcohol.

"Yes Miss, what can I get you?" My god is he ever hot.

"One vodka with a sake chaser and a Bailey's Shiver please." Chelsea though why not right. So what if t has lots of alcohol in it. She'll take a taxi and besides she has anti-hanover pills.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah grinned at the bartender as he brought the drinks over. "Thanks, dude."

She chugged the vodka down. "Y'know," she said to the bartender, "you should ask my friend out. She's really nice, and, unless you're totally blind, you'll see that she's pretty cute."

She swallowed the sake. "Ah, feeling better already!" she remarked. She popped a couple of anti-hangover tablets into her mouth.

"Come on, Chels," she said to Chelsea, "Drink! Bottoms up!"

[LilacBaby]

((G'nite! Chelsea will see you all tomorrow. :)))

**

"Awww, Now Delilah. I don't think it's a great idea for me to start dating. I just came ou a relationship not long ago." Chelsea popped some pills in her mouth. She also looked at the pin on the bartender's uniform.

"Nathan, keep em' coming!"

[DarkPhoenix]

Many drinks later, Delilah finally said, "Eh, I think I've had enough for today. I'm out of here."

She left the bar before Chelsea could reply and walked back to the office.

She sat at her desk, stretched, and said with a smile, "Life is good."

[supersim_SC]

"Hey Aylen. I'm Chelsea," she said, returning the handshake.

"Hi, I'm Deliliah Stanton. I'm one of the secretaries. I'm sorry for not being more cheerful, but this has kind of been a rough day for me. We were about to go out for a bit."

"We've met before. Oh, and could I come with you? I been bored to death." Aylen picked up her magazine and snacks and put them in her purse, except for the cheese its. She loved them.

"Could you both excuse me for a moment. I need to run to the washrooms for a moment," Chelsea said. She nodded in return. As quickly as she left, she cam back in.

"I'm fine, just needed to freshen up." "Are you okay?" Delilah asked, putting a hand on her forehead. "No fever... are you feeling okay [B]Chels?"

"Me? Oh yes, I'm fine. Just wanted to freshen up for a moment. Well since Cilla isn't here, do you want to go across to the bar?"

"To the bar! Full speed ahead. Just a warning I'm a really goofy drunk!" And with that they took of down to the bar.

Aylen wasn't one to drink, so she stayed back, and opened up her magazine and continued eating her cheese it's.

[Anne_SC]

Cecilia was bored once again and decieded to go do something. She stood up walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. She walked over to the elevators and stood inside one. She looked at the numbers and decieded to go to the first floor. She pressed the button and the elevators closed. The elevators did nothing for a moment and then moved downwards. The elevator doors opened and the walked out, heading to the Photo Studio.

[supersim_SC]

"Oh hey Cecilia," Aylen said, standing up. "I hevn't seen you since, the pizza party." She walked over and extended her hand. "So how have things been going in the office?"

[Anne_SC]

"Oh hey Cecilia," Aylen said, standing up. "I hevn't seen you since, the pizza party." She walked over and extended her hand. "So how have things been going in the office?"
She shook her hand. "I know, I know. Things have been good, the elevators work, the new coffee machines are installed. So, who is in there actually?" she asked, her hands now on her hips. "I mean, I would like to have more contact with my employees."

[supersim_SC]

I know I know," Cecilia replied. "Things have been good, the elevators work, the new coffee machines are installed. So, who is in there actually? I mean, I would like to have more contact with her employees."

"Oh, I'm just in here," Aylen replied, looking behind her. "Delilah and Chelsea showed up, but they left." She sighed. "But it's okay, I'll find something to do." I hope, she thought, giving a glance behind Cecilia. "Do you need any help with anything?"

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah sighed and stretched, looking around her office.

"It's boring in here," she muttered. "But I don't want to get fired or hurt. So, no more dancing on tables. Every time I do anything in here, I end up getting hurt. At this rate, I might end up breaking a few bones."

[Anne_SC]

"Oh, I'm just in here," Aylen replied, looking behind her. "Delilah and Chelsea showed up, but they left." She sighed. "But it's okay, I'll find something to do." I hope, she thought, giving a glance behind Cecilia. "Do you need any help with anything?"
"No not really, I'm just looking around. Bye" she waved and walked away. She reached the bathrooms and walked in to check her make-up. Then she walked out 'till the end of the hallway and opened the door to the photostudio.

[supersim_SC]

"No not really, I'm just looking around. Bye", Cecilia said, waving as she walked away. Aylen sat there, slightly bored, and continued to munch on her food and read her magazine.

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: Sorry I haven't RPed in a while. The two people that I found myself inspired to RP with haven't been online for the past couple of days, and so I was stuck for a bit... Tried to crawl my way out of the hole, but ended up RPing with someone who minutes later dropped out, so I'm back at square one again.)))

[supersim_SC]

Everyone, I had to drop out because of so many roleplay's that I'm in already. I'm really really sorry, it's just very difficult to keep up with everything.

[ImBrakinDishesLikeRhianna]

Name:Chinsa Wantanabe
Gender:Femme
Occupation:Model
Age:19
Bio:Chinsa just moved to the city from Japan she hasn't completed school. She needed alot of money fast to pay her travel fees She figured modeling be pretty easy all she had to do was look pretty,right?
Personality:She keeps to here self rather be alone but when she has interest in someone she will explore their character.She is very graceful and kind of moody at times. But mostly she is interested in getting money anyway she can.
Bodyshot:http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u201/ZodiacQueen/Chinsa-1.jpg

[Anne_SC]

[I'm going on vacation right now. So love you all <3 And I will come back in one week.] Toodledoodadee

[DarkPhoenix]

(( OOC: Have fun, Anne! We won't blow the place up while you're gone... we might have a few wild parties though! ))

[Slytherin-Girl]

OOC: TOGA! TOGA! :P I say massive party at Delilah's :P

[DarkPhoenix]

(( OOC: Fine, but she's not buying all the supplies. It'll be a BYOB event. That way, no one can complain about the supplies. Oh, and it's going to be held in the office building. The WHOLE office. Hehehe... how's that for a party? ))

[AtropaMandragora]

(((ooc: Well, as cherryp3's computer problems don't seem to be getting sorted out, I'm just gonna move on with Jericho. I'm starting to miss my grumpy little goth, and this thread needs to be brought back to life. :)
Sorry if things aren't completely correct in this post. The server was offline when I first wrote this, so I couldn't check certain details.)))

Having spent a while down in the photostudio, meeting some of the other models, Jericho soon found himself bored once again. Mickey had disappeared off to lord knows where, and the other models were busy talking to eachother about god knows what. Jericho wasn't really paying attention. Instead he found himself wandering the corridors again. It was getting late in the afternoon, and people had started dropping out one after another, to go home after their first day at work.
Still, as Jericho once again strolled around on the designer's floor, he noticed that Jayden's door was still open. Maybe he was still there? Jericho hadn't gotten to talk to him much, as they had quickly been seperated at the pizza party earlier. Though during the few minutes they'd talked while on the way to Delilah's office, Jericho had come to the conclusion that he liked Jayden. The guy was nice and easy to talk to, and he was an amazing designer. Jericho had seen some of his work, and it had been right up his ally. Maybe a bit brightly colored at times, but the designs themselves weren't bad. Not bad at all.

Approaching Jayden's office, Jericho suddenly found himself standing face to face with the designer, once again. Much like their previous meeting, Jayden was on his way out the door, and nearly bumped into Jericho in the process.

"Is this the part where I say 'We have to stop meeting like this'"? Jericho said, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

[DarkPhoenix]

((OOC: Thanks for putting something up! Ha ha... I was worried this would be dead!))

Delilah danced around as she cleaned her office. She had one of her rock CDs playing so that she wouldn't have to deal with the silence. She'd decided to tidy things up because, well, let's face it, no one likes greasy paper plates and empty soda cans lying around their workspace.

As she tossed the trash into her wastebasket, she glared at the broken shards of coffeecup. Delilah gave the broken cup the finger and said, "This is what I think of you cutting me, you evil china monster!"

She swept the floor and dropped the dust and dirt into the wastebasket and then tossed the dustpan aside.

Delilah looked around her office. "There, nice and clean. I do wonder when my boss will show up-- it must be some awesome vacation he's on!"

[BeautifulWeirdo]

Jayden just wanted to leave his office as Jericho suddenly appeared in fron of him, almost just like the first time they met!
He felt like in one of this stupid movies where people bump into each other all the time but he really didn't mind bumping into Jericho...
Well, he kinda liked him.
Something about him fascinated Jayden...

"Is this the part where I say 'We have to stop meeting like this?"
Jericho asked with an amused twinkle in his eyes and Jayden smiled.
"Well I don't know all good things go by threes!", he answered with an wink and looked at Jericho. "Well I haven't seen you since the ' party '... hope you had eh fun" he started but didn't really know how to put up a conversation...

[ImBrakinDishesLikeRhianna]

((OOC: Hi everyone!))

Chinsa was wondering around the queen's clothing lobby when she heard some music. It annoyed her slightly and she wanted to see if the person playing it would mind turning it down. When she finally found the source of the noise she saw an attractive young woman standing in her office saying
"There, nice and clean. I do wonder when my boss will show up-- it must be some awesome vacation he's on!" She didn't know if the woman had spotted her looking so she just stood there. Then she said "Konichi- I mean hello, would you mind turning down your music?"

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah smiled warmly at the newcomer. "Ohaiyo gozaimasu," she said to the stranger.

She walked over to the computer and lowered the volume. "Is this better?" Delilah asked. "Sorry for disturbing you."

[AtropaMandragora]

"Well I don't know, all good things go by threes", Jayden said with a smile and a wink. "Well I haven't seen you since the 'party'... hope you had eh fun".

Jericho couldn't help but laugh, a soft chuckle working it's way through his lips. Had Jayden really managed to miss the whole drama between Jericho, Mickey and that Delilah character? She had been rather... vocal... about her disgruntlement.

"Not really", he said, studying Jayden's features to try and tell if he was being sincere, or just polite. "But I did learn a thing or two."

He smiled, and folded his arms over his chest.
"And you?" he asked. "Did you enjoy the pizza? And the company?"

[ImBrakinDishesLikeRhianna]

Chinsa smiled warmly and said "Sumimasen for troubling you with my request, my name is Chinsa Wantanabe, and what is yours?".

The woman appeared to be friendly but Cinsa wasn't sure that her apprance was enough to go on.

[BeautifulWeirdo]

"And you?" he asked. "Did you enjoy the pizza? And the company?" Jericho asked with folded arms and smile.

"Well the pizza was cold, which I really can't stand! And well the company... I didn't even noticed much" Jayden said honestly.
"I found myself just standing in a corner and playing with my cellphone,forgetting the world around me for some time".

Jayden often found himself in that situation.
When he was bored, annoyed or angry he sometimes drifted into another world...

"But I noticed that there was something going on and uhm since you said ' not really ' I guess you were involved?" he asked and looked at Jericho.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah bowed her head slightly and replied, "Delilah Stanton, secretary to Mr. Ruppetts, blood type O, resident goofball, party animal, and generally clumsy oaf."

She gave Chinsa a broad grin. "You missed some really entertaining stuff earlier, Ms. Watanabe. We had a pizza party in here, and before that, several of us were listening to music and dancing. As you can tell, things are rarely boring in this office building."

[AtropaMandragora]

"Well the pizza was cold, which I really can't stand!", Jayden said. "And well the company... I didn't even noticed much. I found myself just standing in a corner and playing with my cellphone, forgetting the world around me for some time".

Jericho smirked. He couldn't blame him. The company in there hadn't exactly been interesting. Apart from the conversation with Mickey, and Delilah's little outburst, it had been rather boring actually. But he supposed Delilah was at least worth an "A" for effort. She'd probably done her best, even if she hadn't really thought it through first.

"But I noticed that there was something going on and uhm since you said 'not really' I guess you were involved?" Jayden continued, looking at Jericho.

Another smirk darted across Jericho's lips, as he thought about what had happened.

"Let me put it this way...", he started. "I ended up a... not-so-innocent by-stander, as one of those secretary types went off on Mickey. But that was about it."

He shrugged, and looked Jayden up and down, as if trying to decide something. Actually, he was trying to make out if Jayden was about to leave to go home, or if he was heading someplace else. Though there weren't many clues in his appearance, and so Jericho found himself asking;

"So, where are you off to?"

[butterflykiss]

{{Me too sorry rl has been wonky. Nicolao is back to stir up the pot. Sorry everyone is dropping out, that sucks!}

Nicolao, went back to his office, and slammed the door shut. The whole blasted week, had been a whirlwind of chaos. From loony woman that invaded his office, with an immobile tongue, and Delilah, and well right Delilah. There was undoubtedly a physical attraction, after all he is a hot blooded man. At this moment he just wanted to focus, focus on anything but thoughts that inflicted his brain.

Running his hands over the stack of textiles, the soft red glistening fabric caught his eye. Pulling it from the large pile, he tried to mimic how the fabric out fit sculpted on a woman's body. Satisfied when the end result, he went back to his notebook canvas, and began to sketch aimlessly.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah grinned and offered a can of soda to Chinsa.

"So, tell me about yourself, who you are, why you're here, what you do, that kind of thing," Delilah said. "I'm trying to get to know as many people here, although I'm afraid I've already angered a few, and I'm probably a joke among a few others."

[Anne_SC]

Cecilia sat down on one of the large sofa's and started to drink out of the bottle she just bought. She stared out of the large window, the view was kind of regular. Buildings, streets and cars.

[ImBrakinDishesLikeRhianna]

Chinsa took a sip of the soda and said " I am a model, I am here because I need money and the only thing I am good at is looking pretty.I dont know how I compare to some of the other models but I heard that they are some of the best in the industry." Chinsa sensed a bit of silence and thought she should leave before Delilah asked any more questions so she said"Thank you for your hospitality Miss Stanton but I think I should really meet the other staff".

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah nodded. "It was very nice talking to you. I hope we can do it again sometime," she said.

She watched Chinsa walk out of the office.

"Well, she seemed nice," she remarked to herself.

Delilah sat back in her chair and began analyzing the events from earlier step by step.

Was he interested? No, he couldn't be. He simply pitied me. But he was so kind to me...

For several minutes, Delilah's thoughts ran in this fashion, always coming to the same ideas.

Delilah groaned softly and muttered, "This is why I drink-- to stop myself from thinking so much. Why am I worried? The guy probably has no interest in me..."

Here, she hesitated.

"But... why do I feel so sad about the idea of him not being interested...?"

Delilah lowered her head to her desk and muttered, "Give me the strength, if not the wisdom, to deal with this situation."

[LilacBaby]

Chelsea sat at her desk wondering and wondering what to do next. She had made some great designs perfect for the spring/summer line, she had drinks with Delilah, she went to an aquard pizza party what else was there to do?

Chelsea pulled out her iPod Video and watched a little bit of Grey's Anatomy while she waited for someone to come in or something amazing to happen.

[ImBrakinDishesLikeRhianna]

Chinsa wonder down the hallways until she reached an office where a woman sat watching something on her Ipod. She gently knocked on the door frame and politely said "Hello".

[LilacBaby]

Chelsea saw the woman at her door say something, probably hello, she couldn't hear. She pulled out her headphones and shoved her iPod her her desk while greeting the woman.

"Hello, I'm Chelsea Dane, one of the designers at QC. And you are?"

[SpoiledxxAngel]

_____________

Cilla sighed and flopped down at a table in front of the Canteen, with a water bottle in her hand and a tired face.

How many more photoshoots? she thought.

The thought pained her and she continued took a large gulp from her water bottle.

[LilacBaby]

((Spoiled! Chelsea misses Cilla!))

[ImBrakinDishesLikeRhianna]

Chinsa smiled weakly at the woman and said"I am a model my name is Chinsa Wantanabe." The woman wasn't as friendly as Delilah but then she thought who would be? She had only met two staff people and she was already comparing them a bad habit she had developed.

[stylequeen_SC]

(( sorry if this post disagrees with anyone’s but I haven't had a chance to read all the posts as I've only just got back from vacation. I'd really appreciate it if someone could give me a short explanation of what's happened so far!!! ))

Gavin rested his elbows on the large mahogany desk that took up the majority of the space in his office, his head slumped forwards and his usually immaculate coiffed blonde hair was ruffled and out of place. He gently massaged his temples with one hand, trying to concentrate on doing the job he was supposed to, and not the splitting headache that was tearing him apart. Where was his secretary Amber with his low fat mocha latte he needed after a hard night on the town; and boy had last night been a hard night. Gavin couldn’t tell you why he had such an odd split personality in the office and out of it, nor could the smart mouthed man last night who was now in hospital with concussion: another example of a thing office Gavin would never do. Now he just had to concentrate on keeping his job, and keeping up the “act” that was his dual personality without his co-workers finding out, plus keep the side splitting hangover he had from preventing his sweet natured side disappearing.

Gavin glanced out of the small window on the adjacent wall of his office that lead to the rest of the workplace and saw his co-workers busying themselves with their daily routines, the office running like clockwork as usual. The pretty little secretary Delilah that Gavin made a habit of flirting with was sitting at her own desk, seeming absorbed in her own thoughts and there seemed to an abundance of the usual hot looking models sauntering through. For now Gavin just had to stay seated, maybe Amber would grace his office soon with a nice steaming coffee and take him away from his messed up thoughts; and hell, she was a nice piece of eye candy!

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah peeked into Gavin's office. She saw to her surprise that he was there.

"Uh..." she stammered, seeing his questioning look. "Hello, sir. I see that you're back from vacation. I trust that it was enjoyable?"

She eyed him nervously, noting that he was looking her over. "I... um... well, I guess that's it. Is there anything you need?"

She laughed nervously and waited for a response.

[stylequeen_SC]

Gavin only just managed to look up as Delilah poked her head around the door to his office. Without thinking his flirtatious ravenous side checked her out, a smile mischeviously gracing his lips as he saw her short skirt and heels. However, seeing her hesitant look he snapped back to his "normal" self, reminding himself to kick his otherhalf later (OOC: that was an odd sentence!) Instead, a warm approachable smile replaced the first one and Gavin attempted to make an already nervous Delilah more comfortable.

"I... um... well, I guess that's it. Is there anything you need?" Delilah asked, shuffling backwards out of his office.

'A quickie in the broom closet would be nice' his bad side said inside his head and Gavin fought to prevent it from the words coming out. Anymore and his co-workers would think he was insane. He wasn't, honestly, just a youngster with a lot of responsibilty in a big city with a big job. Remembering where he was and the anxious secretary in the doorway he snapped back to reality.

"A hot coffee would be great," Gavin sighed eventually, smiling kindly at Delilah

[Slytherin-Girl]

OOC: Amber's not your secretary , Delilah is.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah gave Gavin a warm smile. "Yes, sir. There's some already made!"

She hurried out of the office and returned several seconds later, carrying a mug full of hot coffee, as well as several packets of cream and sugar.

"Will you be needing anything else?" she asked.

She stared at him. I bet he's thinking all kinds of dirty things about me, she thought.

In the time she had been employed at Queen's Clothes, Delilah had just about forgotten what it was like to have men like this checking her out. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not. Mentally, she compared how Gavin and Nicolao looked at her.

Looks like things are going to get really crazy now, she thought.

[stylequeen_SC]

Gavin took the boiling mug of coffee out of Delilah's hands and lifted it to his lips, releasing a sigh of tiredness and relaxation. With his nights getting wilder and wilder he craved for this peaceful time in the morning where he could be himself, the sweet kind guy he desperately wanted to be; as long as he had a hot cup of coffee in his hand he was happy.

"Will you be needing anything else?" Delilah asked, clasping her hands smartly behind her back.

Gavin glanced up from his coffee in surprise, almost forgetting she was still there, but was pleased at the same time. The relationship he had with his pretty and flirtatious secretary was an odd one, clearly overrun by his sinister side which prayed on pretty girls. But Gavin, for once, took over himself and smiled again as Delilah started at him with a confused frown on her face.

"Yeah that's great thanks," Gavin replied, giving her a sincere smile and a curt nod, "is there anything I can do for you?"

He was about to let Delilah run out of his office, and from the look on her face that's what she seemed desperate to do, but he paused and held up one finger to ask her to wait. Meanwhile he rumaged quickly through his large black bag until he grasped a blue box with a gold shimmering necklace inside.

"Didn't think I would forget bring my favorite secretary a present back from my vacation," Gavin joked, trying to supress his headache and just smile at the girl, hopefully so she'd see his sincere motives and genuine friendliness.

He slid the box across the table with a smile, and went back to his coffee

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah eyed the box suspiciously, as though expecting a snake to pop out at any moment, then looked over at Gavin, who sipped his coffee and occasionally looked over at her.

Hesitantly, she picked up the box and opened it. When she saw the necklace, she let out a loud gasp.

"Mr. Ruppetts... sir... you... you really didn't have to..." she stammered. She lifted the necklace out of the box and looked closely at it, seeing how it shined. "It looks really expensive... I don't know if I can accept it."

[stylequeen_SC]

Gavin laughed gently, his temples still causing him grief at every movement. After a moment of Delilah stammering and gasping he stood up and walked around the desk to stand beside her.

"I want you to have it! It's the least I can do for being such an insane jerk all the time! I really don't know how you put up with me!" Gavin smiled as he spoke and patted his secretary gently on the shoulder.

"When you make as much as I do you need someone to spend it all on!" he replied.

After giving her another warm smile he headed back to his chair and buried his face in his coffee again.

"Oh and call me Gavin!"

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah blushed vividly. "Okay, Mr... I mean, Gavin," she said softly.

She struggled with the tiny clasp of the necklace for a few seconds (Who makes these stupid things so hard to undo? she thought), got it open, and carefully put the necklace around her neck, releasing the clasp.

After a moment of hesitation, she laughed to herself and gave him a quick hug, and then hurried out of his office and into her own, her face still flushed.

My God, she thought to herself, what else is going to happen today?!

[ImBrakinDishesLikeRhianna]

((OOC:My drama-rama meter is picking up insane amount of signals in the Delilah and Gavin situation could be a chance for Chinsa to stir up something ya know it always is the quiet ones))

[SpoiledxxAngel]

(( Sorry Chels! Cilla was on dramatic non-stop modeling photoshoots! Or something! :rofl: ))

_____________

Cilla got up, threw the empty bottle into the recycling bin and gripped onto her purse. Okay, she was done all this, being in that room for ages that the smell became natural - it was time to find Chelsea!

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah sat at her desk, toying with the necklace, admiring how it reflected the light.

What a lovely present, she thought. And then, another thought hit her-- What will the others say? And worse, what will... other people... think?

She tucked the necklace under her blouse, where no one would see it. "If anyone finds out about him giving me that gift, people will think all kinds of things about me," she muttered to herself.

Satisfied that the necklace could not be seen under her blouse, she turned on her computer and went online to check her e-mail and go on with her day.

[stylequeen_SC]

(( OOC: I'd love some action ImBrakinDishesLikeRhianna. Stir things up :) ))

[Slytherin-Girl]

Bored was probably the best word Amber could use to describe her situation at the moment. It seemed like she hadn't had anything to do in ages. So she decided to fire off an e-mail to Delilah. "Maybe she'll have something interesting going on" she thought, as her hands flew over the keys.

Hey Delilah,

What's going on with you? I'm absolutely bored out of my mind up here. That boss of yours coming back from vacation anytime soon?

Amber

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah read the e-mail. She thought for a few minutes, and then began typing rapid-fire, her fingers striking the keys sounding like a machine gun:

Hey, Amber, things are good here. My boss finally showed up, so no more goofing around for a while. Yep, that means no more dancing on the desk or anything like that. He's not too bad-looking, but I get the feeling that when he looks at me, he's trying to picture me naked or something. Ha ha! Well, gotta run. Ciao!

She pressed "send" and then sat back. I wonder what Nicolao and the others will think of him... she thought. And why the heck am I thinking about Nicolao so dang much?!

[ImBrakinDishesLikeRhianna]

Chinsa sensed an annoyance in the womans voice so she decided to leave without saying anything. She didn't know what type of impression she had left on Chelsea but she hoped it was a good one.

After leaving Chelsea's office she roamed her way down the halls she found herself at an office where a young man sat rubbing his forhead as to suggest he had a head-ache."Hello,it seems as if you have a headache may I offer you some aspirin".She said in a soft tone. She hoped he wouldn't think of her as a strange woman who offered aspirin to strangers, but he seemed as if he was in a lot of discomfort.

[Slytherin-Girl]

Amber chuckled at Delilah's reply and fired one right back to her:

Hey Delilah,

Really? Well I suppose all good things must come to an end :P Desk dancing was funny though!

Lucky you, you got a good looking guy for a boss. Maybe I should come down there and take a look!

Amber

[stylequeen_SC]

Gavin downed the rest of his black coffee and sat back in his chair, his arms rested casually behind his head. Man he could not stand this pain in his forehead, even worse than the usual monday morning hangovers he had. Two weeks of vacation followed by a weekend of non-stop mad partying was certainly taking toll as he leant forward and began massaging his forehead again. A soft female voice made him glance up again

"Hello, it seems as if you have a headache may I offer you some aspirin" a woman asked, side stepping into his office.

Gavin smiled at the girl, who he presumed was a model.

"Yeah actually that'd be great, the secretaries here aint so good at looking after you," he replied, laughing under his breath, "I'm Gavin Ruppetts by the way."

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah read Amber's response. At that moment, she had a selfish feeling, like a young child who didn't want to share her toys. They'd have plenty of time with Gavin later on. But she didn't feel like letting too many people get to know him just yet.

Sorry, Amber, Delilah typed, But he's really busy. His work has really piled up while he was on vacation. Maybe later, eh?

Delilah pressed "send" and smiled to herself a little. Sorry, Amber, but you'll have to wait a while to meet him. I don't have to share everything with you, she thought.

[Slytherin-Girl]

Amber frowned slightly as she typed her reply.

No biggie, I figured he'd probably be busy. I mean, Miss Queen has piles of work on her desk and she's here all the time. I can't imagine how bad your boss's desk must be! Poor guy, guess it's a good thing he got such a nice long vacation. Well, we'll have to have our lunch together so you can tell me all about him!

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah read the response. She thought a moment, and then typed,

Maybe. I've got some catching up of my own to do, after all that goofing off. So, we'll see about that lunch. I have some work to do right now, so we'll get in touch later.

Delilah pressed "send." Then, she smiled softly to herself, pulled a box of chocolates out from a drawer in her desk, and snacked on them while she checked the rest of her e-mails.

[stylequeen_SC]

Gavin smiled at the model at his doorway but moved past her, unwilling to let the bad side of him out just yet. It was only early in the morning and the office definately didn't want a stressed out hungover guy making out with a gorgeous model at this time in the day.

"I'll take the aspirin to-go," he said laughing again as he side stepped past her, "but make sure you come back later when I'm not so...busy."

As Gavin made his way down the corridor he glanced over his shoulder and smiled at Chinsa before reminding himself to be good. He took off his jacket, undid the top button of his shirt and loosened his chunky blue tie so he could cool down. He hated looking like a businessman, it gave him far too much responsibility! You're the good guy he told himself as he entered Delilah's office and saw her snacking on a box of chocolates.

"Caught you!" Gavin joked, sitting down on the edge of her desk and dropped his jacket in her lap.

"Can you hang this up for me?" he requested giving her a warm smile again, "so...I guess you'd better give me the huge pile of work I need to do now."

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah giggled and threw the jacket back at Gavin.

"Gavin," she said, smirking a little, "I'm afraid you've forgotten the difference between a secretary and a maid. The coat rack is right over there, unless you've gone blind over vacation. And as for the work..."

She stood up and opened a file cabinet and pulled out stacks of files and papers.

"Well... you see how far behind you are. So, better get cracking, eh?" she said with a wink. "If you want, I'll help you out with some of it."

[stylequeen_SC]

Gavin smirked back at Delilah, she seemed such a different person from the shy anxious startled rabbit she was in his office.

"Whatever happened to 'yes sir Mr Ruppetts'!" he laughed picking up his jacket and slinging it on the coat rack.

He perched himself back on her desk while Delilah began pulling out masses of paperwork and stacking them carefully on the floor. As the pile became drastically bigger, Gavin snuck two chocolates from her box and played with them in his hands, throwing them up in the air.

"Are these for me?" he joked, cramming one chocolate in his mouth and dropped the other one back in the box, "hey, where's your necklace?"

[BeautifulWeirdo]

"Let me put it this way...I ended up a... not-so-innocent by-stander, as one of those secretary types went off on Mickey. But that was about it."

“Okay..” Jayden said. “Well I noticed that it had something to do with Mickey but nothing more!”.

He looked at Jericho again, who seemed to kinda scan him from head to toe. "So, where are you off to?" Jericho asked him and Jayden yawned. “Well I was about to get some fresh air and I think I will leave soon but well since you’re here…”, he started and went back to his office again to get the outfit sketch he did earlier. It was somewhat inspired by Jericho so he thought it would be nice to show him.
“Well you actually uhm inspired me to do this” he said and handed it over to Jericho. “It’s kinda dark but I wanted to do something different and well it fit’s you I guess, so what do you think?”.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah playfully slapped Gavin's arm. "Ask first, Mr. Greedy Pants," she jokingly scolded. "I would have let you have some if you'd asked. And by the way, those are food, not toys. Either eat them or leave them alone. Don't throw them around, because I'll have to pick them up. My God, I sound like my mother."

Then, in response to the other comment, she lifted the necklace out of her blouse. "I don't want people to think I'm the kind of secretary who's... y'know... for sale. It's bad enough some people assume that secretaries are, but... well, you know how it is."

She put the necklace away and put the box of chocolates on top of a stack of papers and files. "Come on, boss. Let's get this paperwork out of the way so you can relax, eh?"

[stylequeen_SC]

Gavin's smile suddenly became serious and he looked Delilah in the eye, "You know I'm not trying to well...'buy' you," he paused and chuckled a bit, unsure of what to say or do, he just wanted to make her feel comfortable, certainly more comfortable than he was feeling.

"Anyway," he said, gently pushing the stack of papers with his foot so they almost fell over, “do I have to do work?” he complained jokingly. Gavin picked up the top sheet of paper and read it quickly, reluctant to get back into his regular schedule. As Delilah began rooting through the pile of paper Gavin began clicking on her computer.

“Not too bad looking am I?” he quoted laughing, reading an email he opened, “and you dance on the desks!”

[DarkPhoenix]

"Yes, you have to work. Come on, you're my boss; I shouldn't have to tell you to do your work," Delilah said. In her best mom voice, she said, "If you don't do all your work, you won't get any dessert and you'll have to go to bed early."

She turned to pull out some more files out.

“Not too bad looking am I?” Gavin quoted laughing, reading an email he opened, “and you dance on the desks!”

Delilah let out a loud squeal of embarrassment. She dropped the files and tried to cover up the screen.

"Who told you that you could look at that?" she cried out, her face flushing. "And yes, I do dance on desks when I'm bored. And now that makes someone else who is going to give me crap about that!"

[Anne_SC]

Cecilia stood up and walked out. She started walking a little and then saw Gavin and Delilah. She walked over to them.
"Well hello, Gavin. How was the vacation?" she said warmly and gave a greet-nod to Delilah.
"I hope you had fun. And really, be happy you missed the first weeks. The elevators didn't work and the coffee machines were too late."

[stylequeen_SC]

Gavin struggled as Delilah held him back from the computer, covering the screen with her hands. He took a step back and started laughing again, finally his headache easing and the stress building in his neck was relaxing.

“I’m sorry,” he joked, almost crying with laughter at the look on his secretary’s face, “and don’t worry I’m not going to give you grief about dancing on the desks; just make sure you call me to join in next time you do it!”

Gavin’s laughter faded to a smile and playfully smacked Delilah on the shoulder and moved his head close to her ear, “but you know I am good looking.”

Just then their boss Cecilia walked into the office with a smile on her face.

“Morning Cecilia," Gavin mused, "and yes thanks my vacation was just what I needed! My secretary here is just helping me to catch up with my work." He glanced over Cecilia's shoulder at Delilah and winked, "So how has your day been?”

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah blushed a little, surprised by how close Gavin was to her.

When Cecilia walked in, Delilah hurried away quickly and stood behind Cecilia. After a few seconds, she began making the goofiest, most ridiculous faces she could manage, in an attempt to make Gavin crack up and lose his cool in front of their boss.

She caught a slight smirk on his face a few times and knew that as soon as Cecilia left, he would tease her about the crazy faces she was making. Fine with me, Delilah thought.

[Anne_SC]

“Morning Cecilia," Gavin mused, "and yes thanks my vacation was just what I needed! My secretary here is just helping me to catch up with my work." He glanced over Cecilia's shoulder at Delilah and winked, "So how has your day been?”
"My day has been great. Well... normal actually. It was quite fun to have a cup of coffee and do tons of paperwork." Cecilia said. "And I made a background for my computer".

[stylequeen_SC]

"Sounds like you've been doing much more work than I have this morning!" Gavin replied to Cecilia while trying not to look at Delilah behind her, "all I've done is down a cup of black coffee!"

Gavin was about to burst; he wasn't sure how long he could hold his cool with Delilah making strange and crazy faces behind his boss' back, and he couldn't hold it for much longer.

"Excuse me Cecilia," Gavin mumbled, his faces turning red at his attempt not to laugh, "I need to go to the restroom," he gave his boss a nod and stepped past her, "Delilah come with me!" he said, grabbing his secretary's hand as he almost ran out of her office

[Anne_SC]

"Excuse me Cecilia," Gavin mumbled, his faces turning red at his attempt not to laugh, "I need to go to the restroom," he gave his boss a nod and stepped past her, "Delilah come with me!" he said, grabbing his secretary's hand as he almost ran out of her office
"Please, do not do what I think you're going to do in the restroom, seriosuly you can just do that at home." she called after him.


(LOL)

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah smirked at Gavin and said, as innocently as possible, "What did I do, Mr. Ruppetts?"

Then, in her normal voice, she whispered, poking his arm, "How does it feel to know your boss thinks you consider the company restrooms to be your private playground? Great impression you made on her, eh?"

[stylequeen_SC]

Gavin stopped halfway down the corridor and looked at Delilah and what she just said.

"I think we both know what you've done Miss Stanton," Gavin replied in his sternest voice possible, his face stoney like thunder. Although, of course he wasn't at all angry with Delilah, it wouldn't hurt her thinking he was. "I could have lost my job just then. And now my boss thinks I'm messing around with my secretary!"

He paused to take in her face and then couldn't hold it in any longer, and burst out laughing, tears dripping from his eyes. Gavin felt a sharp nudge in the stomach from where she'd clearly punched him.

"I'm sorry," he said, regaining his usual calm and smiled at Delilah, "and I'm sure she's just jealous that she thinks I'm screwing you not her."

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah smirked and said, pretending to be disgusted by him, "You sure are confident, aren't you? What makes you think she would ever want you, eh?"

She lightly poked Gavin on his arm and said, with a slight snicker and a very wicked smile, "Want to really mess with her?" She reached into her pocket and pulled out a tube of lipstick. "Smear some of this on your face and mess up your hair. She'll have gossip material for weeks. Look at it this way, you'll be famous before most of the people here have even seen you!"

Delilah snickered to herself and added, "Yes, I am rather messed-up in the head, in case you were wondering that. Blame it on the years of hard partying."

She tossed the lipstick to Gavin and laughed.

[stylequeen_SC]

"You can't be as messed up in the head as I am," Gavin joked, "but then again, that's also caused by years of hard partying!"

Gavin caught the tube as Delilah threw it to him and gripped it in his left hand, thinking about what she'd just said, and the reaction he'd get from his boss. Maybe it was pushing it a bit far, or maybe it wasn't far enough. He carefully unscrewed the lid of the lipstick and rolled the red stick out of it's container.

"I've got a better idea," he said, placing one hand on Delilah's shoulder and he smeared the lipstick across her lips. Gavin laughed briefly under his breath and bent down and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Go get on with your job," he said quickly having released her and ran off towards the restroom.

[stylequeen_SC]

"You can't be as messed up in the head as I am," Gavin joked, "but then again, that's also caused by years of hard partying!"

Gavin caught the tube as Delilah threw it to him and gripped it in his left hand, thinking about what she'd just said, and the reaction he'd get from his boss. Maybe it was pushing it a bit far, or maybe it wasn't far enough. He carefully unscrewed the lid of the lipstick and rolled the red stick out of it's container.

"I've got a better idea," he said, placing one hand on Delilah's shoulder and he smeared the lipstick across her lips. Gavin laughed briefly under his breath and bent down and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Go get on with your job," he said with a smile having released her and ran off towards the restroom.

[Anne_SC]

Cecilia walked towards the restroom. She needed to check her make-up badly. She opened the door and walked over to the mirrors. She spotted Gavin.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah stood, stunned completely speechless, watching Gavin walk off to the restrooms.

Did that really just happen? she asked herself. She brushed a fingertip over her lips. It came back smeared with lipstick that had not been there when she'd left for work that morning. Yep, it wasn't a figment of my imagination.

My God... she thought. What have I gotten myself into?

Delilah walked back to her office, in a complete daze, and sat down at her desk, unsure of what to do, think, or say. She lowered her head to her desk and muttered, a slight smirk on her face, "This was not in the job description when I applied. I don't remember seeing anything about hot bosses giving you presents or kissing you. I guess those are the unlisted job perks."

[stylequeen_SC]

Gavin walked into the restroom with an odd grin on his face which he hadn't expected to be there. Why had he just done that? He couldn't deny that he didn't enjoy it, but office romances were always just a big mistake, weren't they? Besides, Delilah was probably rinsing her mouth out right that second and would be quitting tomorrow. Just as all these thoughts were wafting round his mind, Cecilia walked in.

"Morning again," he said, giving her a curt nod and smile. Only then did he realise he had bright red lipstick all over his lips.

[Anne_SC]

"Well hello" Cecilia said. "Had some fun? I guess not actually because was Delilah wearing lipstick today?" she laughed.

[stylequeen_SC]

Gavin laughed falsely at what Cecilia said, already worried what she'd say. Instead he decided to make it a joke.

"If she was this morning she's not now!" he joked, laughing to express he wasn't serious

[cherryp3]

[:{ Sorry I haven't posted anything in like...forever. I'll have something up soon. I just have to think of something Mickey could be doing. :p]

[Anne_SC]

"I like your way of talking and joking" she said. "You shouldn't go to far though. I remember when you came at the applications. You stood out." said Cecilia now grabbing a glass of water.

[stylequeen_SC]

"Yea I know what you're saying, I try not to go too far; but I always say a happy office is a healthy office. Work gets done better when the employees have a smile on their faces." he added.

"Oh and thanks for saying that about my applications, I always take my actual work very seriously."

Gavin nodded again at Cecilia and then headed out of the restroom, not before wiping the red lipstick from his face. He pondered whether to return to his own office, or check in on Delilah: make sure she isn't killing herself. In the end he found his legs taking him and before he knew it he was standing in the doorway with Delilah sitting at her desk, oblivous to his presence

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah looked up from her desk. Gavin was standing in the doorway.

"Hey," she said, smiling. "Did you give her something to talk about?"

[stylequeen_SC]

Gavin walked into her office and sat down on her desk again,

"I'm sure we gave her something to talk about. But whose idea was better? Would you rather have done yours...or mine?"

He smiled at Delilah and waited for her to answer as he picked up the discarded box of chocolates and handed her one.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah accepted the chocolate. She nibbled at it pensively for a few seconds and then replied, with a smirk, "You know, I think I'll let you work that one out yourself."

[stylequeen_SC]

Gavin laughed at her reply and hopped off her desk.

"Ok Miss Stanton, how about we actually do some work now. You gunna help me?"

[Anne_SC]

"Yea I know what you're saying, I try not to go too far; but I always say a happy office is a healthy office. Work gets done better when the employees have a smile on their faces." he added.

"Oh and thanks for saying that about my applications, I always take my actual work very seriously."

Gavin nodded again at Cecilia and then headed out of the restroom, not before wiping the red lipstick from his face.
Cecilia finished her water and walked out, her heels clicking on the floor. She left a note on Gavin's door saying he needed to work late and walked to her own office. She opened the door and closed it behind her. She then sat down on the black couch and lay her feet on the table.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah grinned. "Sure," she said. "I'll be glad to help you. We'll grab the papers and files-- and the chocolate, of course-- and move everything to your office. How does that sound?"

[stylequeen_SC]

Gavin picked up all of the papers, trying not to strain his shoulders under the weight, and handed the box of chocolates to Delilah.

"Ok, sounds great," he replied.

There was a note pinned to the door of his office when he arrived and tried to push it open, struggling under the paperwork he needed to finish. Setting the papers down he picked up the note and sighed heavily, turning to watch Delilah as she entered the room.

"Cecilia says I have to work late tonight," Gavin said, "best get to work then." He rooted into his pocket and threw her lipstick back at Delilah, giving her a wink and a smile.

"Can you grab us both some coffees and I'll get to work," he added.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah nodded and left the office. She filled a couple of mugs with coffee and returned to Gavin's office. She set them on his desk.

"Man, it sucks that she's making you work late," Delilah said sympathetically. "Maybe she wants to beat you with whips and chains, or something equally horrible."

Delilah looked through the paperwork, groaning. "I don't even know where to start," she grumbled. "This is going to drive us both nuts, I know it."

She paused a moment and then added with a teasing grin, "By the way, red lipstick really suits you."

[stylequeen_SC]

"I don't even know where to start," Delilah grumbled. "This is going to drive us both nuts, I know it."

Gavin sighed, silently agreeing with her as he studied the enormous amount of paper on his desk. Shuffling through he realised most of it were receipts and invoices: for what he had no idea and, even though he'd worked at Queen's Clothes for years now, he still had no idea what to do. Instead he lifted the coffee to his mouth and drained it heavily. It was going to be a long lonely night.

"Thanks for the coffee," Gavin mumbled, giving Delilah a gentle smile, "you don't have to do this if you don't want. I'm sure there are plenty of phones to be answered to keep you busy." He smiled again to show he was joking, "but really you don't have to help."

Delilah took a sip of her coffee and responded with a cheeky grin, "By the way, red lipstick really suits you."

Gavin looked up from his desk and met her eyes,

"Can I have some more?" he asked, holding eye contact with her and a cheeky grin graced his own lips.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah smiled at Gavin and gave him a wink. "I want to help," she said. "Besides, there's not much for me to do besides sit there and look pretty. Oh, yeah, and dance on desks like an idiot."

"And as for your fascinating and rather tempting question," she added, playfully ruffling his hair, "you can have as much as you want-- after you finish up all this paperwork. You know how it goes-- work hard, play hard. You can't have dessert until after you finish the main meal, you know."

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Until you get your butt into gear and do your job, this is all you're getting. Is that enough initiative for you?"

Delilah poked him with the edge of a folder. "Get working, mister," she said, trying to sound as mean as possible, and failing miserably.

[stylequeen_SC]

Gavin laughed and snatched a folder off his desk and whacked Delilah gently on the head with it, before finally sinking into his chair. He took hold of her hand and pulled her onto his lap, his hands clasped around her waist and he rested his chin on her shoulder. Spying the gold chain, Gavin picked up the necklace around Delilah's neck and titled it into the dimming sunlight, seeing his own reflection in it.

"Ok best get started then," Gavin said shoving her playfully off his lap and onto the floor as he took out the first few bunches of paper and began scanning them, "you can go get some more coffee if you like, and I wouldn't complain about a blueberry muffin?"

He laughed and widened his eyes to 'puppy-dog' eyes, grinning

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah laughed and whacked Gavin with another folder. "Just because you're the big bad boss doesn't mean you can abuse me like that," she teased.

She laughed even more when Gavin pushed her off his lap. "Oh, I see how it is... it's a good thing you're so cute. Most people would be picking their teeth off the ground by now, you know."

When he widened his eyes, she felt herself blush. "Okay, okay... you don't have to go mega-cutie on me... I'll get you some coffee and muffins."

She petted the top of his head, like a puppy. "Don't go anywhere," she said with a grin.

Delilah walked out of the office and went on a search for some muffins.

She returned several minutes later, bearing a large box of them. "You wouldn't believe the crazy stuff I had to do to find these. Did you behave yourself while I was away?"

[stylequeen_SC]

"You wouldn't believe the crazy stuff I had to do to find these. Did you behave yourself while I was away?" Delilah breathed, re-entering his office about half an hour later with a big box of muffins and two steaming mugs of coffee.

"Other than those three models I made out with while you were away, yea I guess I behaved myself," Gavin teased, taking the coffee and taking a long sip, "actually I've got a lot done," he signalled the box of chocolates on the desk and winked, "and a lot eaten!"

He smiled, looking out through his eyelashes at Delilah as his head was bent and began shuffling through more of the papers, "I think if you help we may be done soon," he paused and pointed to the shredder which was stuffed with shards of paper, "I've gotten rid of a lot of it."

Delilah set the box of muffins down on his desk and opened the lid, taking a bite out of a big blueberry muffin before chucking it to Gavin.

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah grinned and emptied the paper from the shredder.

She munched on a muffin as she worked, trying to get things done as quickly as possible, although she did occasionally stop to watch Gavin or smile at him.

[stylequeen_SC]

Gavin polished off his muffin and continued with his work, filing and organising like he did most days. His job at Queen's Clothes wasn't too difficult, not for someone who had a 4.0 and graduated from Harvard before most of his class had learned to use database. Flicking on the switch to his computer he rubbed his eyes with his hands and watch Delilah as she worked, waiting for the computer to boot up. After a moment Delilah looked up at him and Gavin instantly looked away, feelings his cheeks turning red from being caught.

As the computer turned on, he checked his messages and sent a quick email to Cecilia informing her that he was working hard and getting his work caught up on; and asked when the next meeting was. Closing his emails he turned and looked back at Delilah who was watching him

"Nearly finished?" Gavin asked, picking up a chocolate from the box and leant over the desk to put it in her mouth

[Anne_SC]

Cecilia was almost asleep on her large black couch when she heard a voice.
"You've got mail"
She stood up and walked over to the computer. She checked her e-mail and saw it was from Gavin. She read it and smiled.

That's great news. The next meeting will be in an hour or so. They just called. She lied. (Typed) I already got the meeting-points so you don't have to make them. I will see you in a hour =)

[DarkPhoenix]

Delilah smiled and nibbled at the chocolate, careful not to bite any fingers in the process. "Yeah," she said, "I'm just about done."

She finished the piece of chocolate and then sat on the desk. "But I just remembered something that I should warn you about. Our boss, Cecilia... well... she likes to try and hit on guys... a lot. Especially the really good-looking ones, like you. So, just a little warning to you."

She briefly pressed her lips against Gavin's fingers and smirked slightly, saying, "We wouldn't want anything happening to you, right?"

[stylequeen_SC]

"But I just remembered something that I should warn you about. Our boss, Cecilia... well... she likes to try and hit on guys... a lot. Especially the really good-looking ones, like you. So, just a little warning to you." Delilah said, hopping onto the desk beside him.

"We wouldn't want anything happening to you, right?" she added, touching her lips to his fingers.

Gavin smirked, "So now I'm really good-looking? I thought before I was 'not too bad' looking." He laughed and tickled Delilah gently under her chin.

His computer pinged alerting him of mail

That's great news. The next meeting will be in an hour or so. They just called. I already got the meeting-points so you don't have to make them. I will see you in a hour =)

"It's from Cecilia," Gavin said, reading it hurriedly before turning the screen to face Delilah, "I guess I'm going to a meeting in an hour."

Gavin smiled at Delilah and quickly typed a reply

Sure no problem. Do you want me to come to your office beforehand to run through anything?
If not see you in an hour