A Francis appears! With food. [Open]

Posts : 17 Join date : 2011-01-06 Age : 39

Francis threw open the doors, his navy trench coat billowing out behind him. His face was shaded by a pair of large sunglasses and in one hand was a large, bulky case, the outside faux alligator skin, the inside containing all the tools of his trade. The other hand, palm up, fingertips pressed against the cool ceramic bottom of the plat, supported a plate full of neatly stacking miniature chocolate croissants. His offering (or maybe even a bribe) to his soon-to-be coworkers.

He took in his surroundings, observing the well-dressed folk bustling around the lobby, listening to the click-click-click of heels and the beep of electronics. He grinned to himself. When he spoke, his accent was quite obvious, his vowels occasionally sharp, despite the thick, oozing quality of his voice. "I think I will like it here...."

Subject: Re: A Francis appears! With food. [Open] Tue Jan 18, 2011 4:10 am

The Italian frowned as he headed for the exit, his hand moving to cover his mouth as he yawned. He'd been stuck in this damn place for way too long; who the hell wanted to do a nighttime photo shoot anyway? The thought annoyed him, but in the end he had agreed to do it anyway. And why not? It paid well and he got away from Feliciano for a few hours.

...Away from Feliciano. That thought was a sad thought. Earlier in his career he wouldn't have thought of doing a shoot without Feliciano...but now it felt like they were growing apart and Lovino wouldn't stop it. He scowled, so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the blond male in front of him until it was too late. Curses escaped his lips as his eyes moved to look at the person who had dared walked into his path. Fucking bastard.

Posts : 17 Join date : 2011-01-06 Age : 39

Francis had collided with something (pleasantly soft, he'd admit) and his hands reached out, grasping nothing but air. It was too late, and the plate had flown out of his hands. The croissants scattered and fell like dead, fluffy, buttery birds, crumbs flying off on impact, flaky feathers blown away in the wind. People, too busy to help, instead walked around the fallen bodies, glancing down distastefully at the mess in the lobby. He stared down, eyes filled with emotion. They didn't deserve to go! It wasn't their time! So much effort..... so many possible bribes..... wasted!

He turned to give a piece of his mind to whoever ran into him (over him, really, would be more accurate, he thought with a sniff) and instead decided that the flustered look on the young man was just too… cute. Quickly, feelings of irritation evaporated and were replaced by undeniable attraction.

“Such vulgar words to come out of such a pretty mouth, “ he said, croissants quite forgotten. “What is your name?”

Subject: Re: A Francis appears! With food. [Open] Tue Jan 25, 2011 12:27 am

Lovino caught sight of the pastries falling onto the ground out of the corner of his eye, but he was too distracted by the man in front of him to really care about some stupid pastries falling to the ground. He frowned and huffed, his cheeks turning the lightest shade of red from embarrassment. No. He didn't feel bad about the pastries. They were just stupid, high calorie treats that...people probably would have enjoyed eating... And they were obviously important to the blond; he seemed to be going from one emotion to the next because of them.

...And then something happened that made the other look at him and there was something he didn't like shimmering in the blond's eye. "I'm not pretty, jackass," he grumbled as he took half a step back. "And the name's Lovino Vargas. Never seen you around. You new or forgettable?" The Italian was hoping the answer was the first one; Lovino liked to think he had a pretty good memory and he should have remembered something like this.

(( I'm so sorry. I didn't even notice you replied. -fails- ;A; ))

Posts : 5 Join date : 2011-02-06

Kjell heaved a sigh, palm to the door for a moment before he proceeded to push it open and walk inside, not too fond of how cold the building was kept... it seemed as though, in his own view, that the only reason for the doors here was to keep the wind out so papers wouldn't go flying every direction and cause a panic though the entire building... no matter how amusing that would be if he wasn't working with papers at the time it would happen...

Pushing the odd thoughts aside he walked on to some of the waiting chairs, picking one close to the wall, but not close enough to draw attention to himself, for now. He was, after all a model and had to have eyes on him at some point, but any other time he didn't see the need to draw attention to himself, that and his English skills weren't the best, in fact they were pretty crappy. The blond, did however, enjoy a little attention to his accent, that being when people fawned over it because they were obsessed with culture, then he would speak here and there, make conversation... get laid later.... Hey, he had priorities.

With out hesitation he whipped out a book, not any old book, it was published recently. The book was something that caught his eye in the stores, it was a compiled bunch of stories about fairies and trolls, other things as well, but he wasn't interested in unicorns, they simply weren't real. He'd been in many a argument with ten year olds about this sort of thing, therefor did know exactly what he was talking about because he was just that sensible.

Or just plain narcissistic.

Well, he had his moments. Who could blame him? The boy simply knew he was pretty and liked taking care of his hair in the mirror for a good hour every day, sometimes more or less... That little clip always was in the same place because of it though, meaningful little thing in his view... even if it had nothing to do with his religion, he didn't really believe in what it stood for, he just happened to wear it because it was pretty.

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