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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2013 20:06:25 GMT
[attr="class","mki"]@jacques | Lately, it had become apparent that Viola was around the main offices way more than she was around at her own home.
It wasn't as if she was unsatisfied with home life; in fact, the opposite was true. It was spacious, comfortable, and that wasn't the end of it, but being in the agency building had a whole other vibe to it, which Viola quickly began to love. She had company, like minded individuals, and people who could buy her shit.
Surrounded by a bridge of snacks - crisps, beer, candy shells, chocolate bars, fizzy candy, you name it, she had it - Viola started fishing through her packs, choosing her first victim whilst sitting on the floor of a practice room. Her vocal trainer was supposed to come practice with her, or something. She couldn't remember.
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LAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.mki a]color:#EFEFEF!important;font-family:cambria;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:2px;text-transform:uppercase; border-left: solid 10px #EFEFEF; padding-left:10px[/newclass][newclass=.mki a:hover]color:#EFEFEF!important;font-family:cambria;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:2px;text-transform:uppercase; border-left: solid 10px #EFEFEF; padding-left:10px[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2013 22:14:57 GMT
Jacques had hoped he could rope in the strong, soloist vocals of Juniper Mae for the latest song he'd written, but the company had re-prioritized it for their newest contract. Her name was Viola Liu, and Jacques had never heard of her. (Of course he had.) He didn't dress up for her, wearing the loose black v-neck, a white belt, dark thin jeans, and grey keds that he'd worn to class. His music sheets were tucked under his arm. When he arrive at the practice room, he took one step in and remained where he stood with pert, cold aloofness. He analyzed the candy and snacks she enthroned herself with, her eighteen-year-old girl's body with her six-year-old brat face.
"So this is it," he sighed. "Though it doesn't look very much like a singer." | WORDS: 000 TAGS: @viola
NOTES: this can take place before the band thread? so they are meeting for the first time.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2013 21:41:34 GMT
[attr="class","mki"]@jacques | She had her back to the door, so Viola shuffled like how a penguin would, around, to give a two fingered salute.
"Hi Jacques!" She greeted him with the poorest French accent she could find. "Your jokes still aren't funny, yeah?" Tilting her head as if scrutinizing him, she wouldn't do such a thing of course, Viola gave him a sudden smile, grabbed a can beside her and offered it to the standing man.
"Yours!"
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