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| Topic Started: Feb 6 2009, 04:45 PM (155 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Feb 6 2009, 04:45 PM Post #1 |
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The weekends were notorious known within the company as "no show" days, Sage made it abundantly clear to all his employees that no one outside of Security should be showing up to work on those two days, he made a show of it saying that they should be with their families or friends doing something extracurricular that didn't involve work. In the past he's threatened to fire people who tried to show up to get a leg up on their work, clients be damned, they can call in on Monday to complain incessantly about their financial plans and how their profit margins seemed to decay with each passing week due to a volatile market. Sage sat alone in his expansive office, the fifteenth floor was silent except for the gentle thrumming of his manicured fingers upon the polished mahogany desk. Three fifteen inch LCD's lined his desk as each flickered between secured rooms in the hidden sub floors beneath the expansive underground garage, a few special guests had been placed in retaining cells until they either died from starvation, torture or accepted his offer and left Paris to never return. It was how he dealt with 'insurgents' and more often then not they'd leave this territory in some manner. "Sir, there are some people here to see you." One of the guards voices would break through the intercom, "Should I send them up through the secure elevator or tell them to vacate the premises." Silence filled the room as Sage's fingers ceased their boredom upon the desk, a sly smile eclipsing him for a moment before running his fingers through his immaculate hair. "Let them up, we have a few things to discuss." He'd press the button once again, "Oh, there may be a few people showing up, if you'd be so kind as to ensure they've removed all forms of weaponry from their person before letting them up. I'd greatly appreciate it." One never could be to safe these days, granted he had about twenty eight security personnel moving throughout the floors, more then half of them were vampires loyal to him and the rest were considerably trained in the art of ranged and close combat, though the things one could acquire with enough money, influence and having a business arrangement with 'mercenary' group did have its perks. Sage would stand to his full height, rolling his shoulder as a subtle pop echoed forth. He'd run his hands over his black with grey pinstripe suit, flicking off pieces of lint that only he could perceive before he moved about the office to ensure that everything was in order. There was a buffet situated on the far corner, delicacies placed with care upon stainless steel platters, chilled Champagne sat within ornate cast iron buckets of ice while napkins, platters and stainless steel utensils sat to one side. In addition to the food there were two young men and women dressed for the occasion. The men wore white button downs, black slacks with matching polished loafers, the women wore a simple black evening gown. These four sat silently upon the plush leather couches, one pair per couch that flanked the buffet table and they to were part of the meal. They were promised money and medical care, starving students that needed a push in the right direction and somehow they found themselves here, blood donors. Those within his house would be arriving shortly, vampires, lycanthropes and humans. All bound together by his will and coming together to discuss their future within this territory. |
 
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| Deleted User | Feb 6 2009, 09:32 PM Post #2 |
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"Make sure you use both hands." A manicured eyebrow rose, as bright amber pools fixed on the security guard. A mixture of distaste and desire slithered along her brain, at the thought of the man's hands searching her for weapons he wouldn't find. After all, poverty was contagious or so she had heard but she dared risk it for those big hands. She wouldn't let anyone say she wasn't a charitable person, the guard after all was feeling not just any woman but the best woman, A pity his brain couldn't fathom how truly lucky he was. For it wasn't just one heavenly body, he got to search, but two. Her attention was removed from the man, who now was sliding hand down to the curve of her hips to look toward her sister. She had expected more resistance from her beloved copy, and found her willingness to come, without begging, disturbing. Curious to find the answers, it irritated her that she had not been able to find the chance to ask. If Cara would even tell her, her thoughts at all. Nieve suspected it had to do with her sister's own curious nature, and the hint of danger that might be lurking in the air. Cara really needed to cast off the restraints of humanity. She would be so much more fun, if only she would listen to her dear sister's advice. Having herself deemed safe, was amusing. It had in fact, twisted itself onto her very expression in the form of a smirk as they were escorted to the elevator. Once inside, absently fingers stroked the velvety soft fur stole that gently hugged her shoulders. It was a great pity, it was fox and not made of a lion, the bigger shame of course was that you couldn't skin and wear lycanthrope fur. Which meant the filthy beasts were only good for amusement and food. "I hope the other guests won't be too drab." She would offer as the elevator's door opened and she waited for Cara to step out first. When she entered the office, she simply shrugged the fur from her shoulder, setting a hand to her hip. Eyes immediatly fixed upon Sage, and she grinned "I enjoyed being man handled at the door. Though, he didn't offer to buy me dinner first." |
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| Cara DeBesadre | Feb 7 2009, 07:23 PM Post #3 |
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She offered the man a warm smile before he began to frisk her, a near match to the one her sister had given. The difference though, was that her own promised at least a broken wrist if the man touched her more than was needed. And she would know. She had been frisked down often enough to have a damn good idea. Nieve might purr and welcome a petting hand from a pretty face, but Cara was a long cry from being a lap cat. Thankfully she didn’t have anything on her. Had it been another night or just another meeting with another client and she would have. Not that she needed anything, not since her infection, but people had certain expectations. It would have looked odd going to those meetings unarmed. This, on the other hand … she wasn’t going to take chances. It was a safe assumption that a vampire might see coming armed as rude at the very least. And she didn’t feel like giving him any reason to be upset. Not yet at least. Nieve’s obvious approval had her mildly curious, but besides that she needed to make sure that he met her approval if she was going to let Nieve stay. Which seems a ridiculous thing to think about someone who was on the vampire Council. There was a brief discussion in regards to her Bluetooth though. The chance that the little head piece was hiding anything lethal or that could compromise security was negligible. The chance that she was going to leave it was almost as small. Chances were that once she left it behind, someone would call and she wouldn’t be there to cater to a client. While some people couldn’t wait for weekends, Cara simply didn’t practice them anymore. If she was awake, she was working in some capacity. Unless she was in Vegas, but that was a whole different game. With a glance at Nieve and a vexed sigh, she left it behind. By the time she reached the elevator she already missed it. “I think ‘drab’ is the last thing you’ll have to worry about, Ve.” As the doors slid open, a hand ran down the black skirt to smooth away imperfections that weren’t even there. A brow curved upwards slightly in curiosity as a hand settled on a hip in near perfect imitation of Nieve. “They’re certainly thorough.” |
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| Vale | Feb 14 2009, 09:53 PM Post #4 |
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It came as somewhat of a surprise to her that, even though she'd known of it's existence - even seen it once or twice in the past - never (before today) had Vale ever taken it upon herself to finally get up and go visit Sage at his office. She knew he was working today because.. well, because he'd told her, though didn't particularly care if he was busy or not. Why should she? He had all the time in the world to do whatever it was he did at the office; she however, was a very busy person, and was taking time out of that very busy schedule of hers just to come and see him. He ought to feel flattered, not to mention extremely lucky. Given the way that he tended to go on about it, it was quite the surprise to find Sage LLP almost empty upon her arrival - barring a couple of security guards by the door and through the halls, there were no employees in sight. The guards eyed her as she passed them by, only one actually opening his mouth to speak. 'Wrong direction, ma'am,' He'd said, pointing her toward the opposite end of the hall she'd been walking. 'Sage's office is down that way.' It was only after following that guard's directions that she found her destination - an elevator - along with two guards standing on either side of the entrance. Not just human guards, like the one that'd spoken to her had been - these were vampires, no doubt those of which were under Sage. With a raised brow, she folded her arms as she stood before the men, who seemed just a little bit overconfident in the way they were staring. "We'll be needing to pat you down before you enter the elevators and see the boss, Miss.." Patting her down? A weapons search? Where could she possibly have been hiding anything - the clothes she wore were practically skin tight, leaving very little room for any weapons to be stored. If the men had been human she would have merely ordered them to step aside - but given the circumstances, and that she was not being expected.. Vale raised her hands and allowed the guards to do their job, and what a thorough job they did. It was only when the two came to the realization that they would find nothing that they allowed her onto the elevator, and up to see Sage. Approaching the office, she could already hear the voices within. "Evening, ladies.." Was her only greeting as her eyes befell the two almost identical women. Gaze eventually drifting to Sage, an almost pleasant smile curved upon her red painted lips. "Throwing a party and not inviting me, Sage? Why, I'm insulted." |
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| Deleted User | Feb 28 2009, 07:38 AM Post #5 |
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Sage smiled, ignoring their side commentary. A pleasant curtain that covered the urge to ridicule them, "Thank you for making your way here." Pausing a moment to shake his head at Vale, a pleasant smile still upon him. "Even having you here Vale is an unexpected pleasure." You inconsiderate bitch. . . Though he'd move on past such inconsistencies, yet given her past track record he should be used to Vale's antic by now. So far he has at least garnered the attentions of Nieve and Cara, a rather peculiar set of twins. It wasn't often that he borrowed from the current eras vernacular but one of them was ' Two fries short of a happy meal ' while the other was a psychopath who knit. A few more were slated to make an appearance, though a current contact of his would only make their appearance through a mobile digital camera that was situated upon his desk and the green light had been on for the past thirty minutes so at least they were paying attention, given their past working relationship he knew they would do what he asked given enough incentive. "You three are welcomed to partake of the provided hors d'oeuvres, though you shall remain gentle and treat my four other guests with respect." Sage moved about his office, checking the platinum plated Rolex upon his wrist. He could swear all he wanted but that damn witch was always late. Not that her presence was required at the time, she just had this peculiar ability to break everything she touched. He'd give her another ten minutes before he'd send a few of his guards to find her, the last thing he needed this night was to have her wander into the employee lounge and set the coffee maker on fire. "Relax, enjoy yourselves. Get acquainted, in time I promise our meeting shall begin." |
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| Deleted User | Feb 28 2009, 08:36 PM Post #6 |
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Who needed dinner from the poor slob at the door, when the meal had been provided for her? Warm eyes drifted to the lambs seated on the couch, they had been dressed for dinner, that was cute. The fur stole was thrown over the arm of a nearby chair, and easily forgotten about. "You three are welcomed to partake of the provided hors d'oeuvres, though you shall remain gentle and treat my four other guests with respect." She struggled with her act of showing interest in anything that was on the table. Absently, she plunged her hand into the ice bucket where the champagne was chilling. "I'll be very gentle." She'd offer, her high heels carrying her over to where the two young men were seated. She squeezed between both of them, making sure to rub against them as she took her seat. She had managed to retrieve a decent size iced chip from the bucket, which she slipped between her painted lips and shattered under the pressure of her jaw. Leaning in close to the one on her left, she sniffed at sweet flesh on his neck. While the animal part of her wanted nothing more than sink her teeth in until the moment the snap came, she only let her tongue roll out of her mouth and lick. The sound of a heart beating faster was intoxicating, something one that was only held together by a thin cord of humanity could easily drown herself in. Kissing a cheek, she sat back again with a smile to Sage. See, she could be a good kitty, perfectly gentle. As far as respecting them went, it was almost charity, for her sit on the same sofa with them. In fact, she would go so far as to stay it was gracious of her to speak to anyone. She would have patted the nearest male's knee for her sister to sit upon, if she didn't believe she'd simply refuse to sit at all. Of course she would, at least on someone's knee. She was terribly boring that way sometimes. Knees were meant to be chairs, just as a strong back was meant to be a foot stool. For a moment, she even entertained the idea of making one of the young men beside her get on their hands and kness, so that she might rest her feet on them. They should be so lucky that it was all she had in mind for them. Amber eyes swung back in the direction of Sage, watching him. He'd be terribly upset if she did something now, to ruin his little party. He was so lovely when he was violent. A heavy, almost dreamy sigh later and she was looking back to her sister. |
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| Eileen Mann | Feb 28 2009, 09:58 PM Post #7 |
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Eileen was no Mr. Fiddlesticks, but she seemed to take a page from his own book for making the seemingly impossible, possible. If there was a way to get lost in a building you worked in every day for months, she would have found a way, and tonight she had. This was not the time for her terrible luck to rear it's ugly little head, and yet somehow she had found herself on a floor she wasn't meant to be on. When she had finally found the elevator again, she rode the rest of the way banging her head gently on the wall. Why didn't anything ever go right for her? What had she done in some former life to warrant such punishment? Pushing away from the wall, she brought a few fingers to her head to rub at the spot that had kissed the elevator wall so many times. The door opened, and before she could step out she hesitated, staring down at the familiar cornish rex, sitting in front of the open door. He blinked once, as if to say what was she waiting for before stretching. The elevator's doors, sprang to life once again to close, and she slipped out quickly. She shouldn't have been entirely surprised, to find Fiddlesticks here. He had a way of showing up in places. "You couldn't have shown up earlier? You know, when I was lost?" She questioned her feline companion, setting hands on the curve of her hips. As always, he seemed content to not answer, and turned in the direction of Sage's office, taking the moment to brush against her leg. She leaned down, giving just behind his left ear a good scratch. Following him, she had a moment of hesitation at the door, quickly hands began brushing non exisistant wrinkles from her dress and fixing her hair. Fiddlesticks, was not the sort of cat you made wait, and quickly left her behind, darting inside first. She followed almost immediatly after, calling out his name, letting it die on her lips as pale eyes took in everyone already there. The cat, uncaring of who or what was inside, bobbed and weaved between legs and furniture until it had reached Sage. Where he began slowly brushing against his legs, weaving a figure eight between them at his feet. She immediatly wished she could become smaller, to shrink away so that the people in the room couldn't see her. It seemed too late now to turn right back around, or find something to hide behind and pretend she wasn't there. She didn't belong with this crowd, she might as well have walked in wearing a burlap sack for all the differance it would have made. Trying to smile at everyone as she passed, or offer a polite 'excuse me' when she had to walk in front of them, she finally made it to where Sage stood. Immediatly looking away, she bent down tp pick up the cat, now purring happily at his feet. "I'm sorry we are late, we.." she stopped herself, long enough to stand wth the large cat in her arms. A heavy sigh later and she continued, "I ended up on the wrong floor...again." |
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