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Post by veronica on Jan 28, 2009 9:59:10 GMT -5
Veronica thought she was prepared. She had two hardcopies of her resume, and an extra one on a USB. Her hair had been washed with her favorite shampoo, and she spent almost an hour on her makeup. She was fitted with her 'knock em dead' business outfit, and had trained herself not to complain when wearing high heeled shoes.
GOD she hated those.
Unfortunately, she hadn't brought a map.
So here she was, wandering the strangely empty halls of the school. You'd think that some disaster had befallen it, or something. She passed a girl crying in the hall and bit her lip.
What's wrong with this place?
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Post by lis on Feb 1, 2009 11:56:49 GMT -5
Lisette was running late. She had scheduled her appointment early, and Oryon's right after her. But there was the small problem as to what she should wear; her entire wardrobe had burned to the ground with the hotel they'd been staying in. She had scored a hospital gown, but there wasn't much to make that look stylish. Thankfully she knew how to sew, thanks to growing up on a farm with chores that always managed to catch and rip the elbows of your shirts and the knees of your pants. The pretty demoness had turned the gown around and made the ties criss-cross and lace around each other in an intricate pattern. The front was pinned, sewn, and cut to hug the tops of her legs. Unfortunately, the best she could do for shoes was the hospital slippers they gave you when you stayed overnight.
Oryon was a little better off. One of the doctor's, upon discharging him, gave him a nice blue button-up and a pair of scrubs. The earth Dragon looked good in just about anything; he could even pull off plaid, if it were forced on him. But here he was in slippers, scrubs, and shirt, holding his wife's hand as they walked quickly through the halls. Veronica might be wondering what was wrong with the place, but soon she'd be wondering what was wrong with the hobo couple marching through it.
However, the pretty brunette and her tall, dark and handsome lover were in the same situation as Veronica. They'd never been here before, possessed no map, and were late for an appointment.
"Excuse me," her heavy French accent was already apparent, "do you know where ze 'eadmaster's office iz?"
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Post by veronica on Feb 2, 2009 17:47:15 GMT -5
Varonica was staring at a door at the moment that the two oddly dressed lovers approached her, trying to decide whether to take a chance and stumble in, or wait for help to come.
She never expected to be the help.
She looked the two walking fashion statements over in a few seconds before reacting to the question. "Oh, I'm sorry! I... seem to be unable to find it myself. Er... I'm Veronica Park." Veronica made a point to introduce herself to most people she met. These people looked like fashion designers, or maybe even models, and could be useful contacts to have.
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