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Post by spiderbear on Jan 15, 2011 0:04:38 GMT -8
Bombalurina's eye twitched dramatically as she left her Boss' office. With each prowling step of her shapely legs, her temper flared dangerously. Her Kodak swinging loosely in her left paw, her usual leather portfolio in her right, the expression on her face one that would make metal wither like a flower in Summer's heat.
Reaching the end of the thin alleyway leading to the P.I's office, she glanced haphazardly onto the Main boulevard. No one was coming, or at least close enough to notice the Scarlet queen's flicker of long hair retract back around into the alley. With a frustrated yowl, she deposited her camera (safely) on the ground, before violently chucking her portfolio at the wall. It bounced joyously, mockingly off of the hard brick, slipping back to stare evilly up at her. Bombalurina felt a ripple of resentment course up her spine, her foot suddenly digging a heel into the black casing.
"Stupid-stupid-stupid," She growled acidically, punishing the poor-little-portfolio-that-could by mashing it into the cement below. Bombalurina slid a slightly demonic sort of grin over her muzzle, the bound folder of photos suddenly taking shape into her boss' face; the queen gleeful merely at the thought of really beating his face in with her suede heels.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 15, 2011 0:13:02 GMT -8
Philip Hunt walked toward the office, whistling to himself and a slight sway to his step. Sure, the paper was done a photographer--again--but it was a fairly decent looking day, some snow from last night glimmering on the ground but the sky was clear now and his fur was thick enough, as was his coat that he didn't matter much.
He paused though next to the alleyway between two of the office buildings, hearing quite the scuffle. He cautiously peaked around to see a single queen attacking what looked like a... portfolio? "You okay over there?"
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 15, 2011 0:20:43 GMT -8
Bombalurina froze, mid-smush of the folder, tilting her head very slightly to a handsomely dressed tom eyeing her oddly.
Cat.
Bombalurina's tail swished quickly around as she crouched to pick up her camera, half-kicking the portfolio behind her in perhaps the least subtle gesture of sanity ever.
"I'm...yes, I'm...fine." She grinned brightly, lighting her fine features, though it was incredibly forced. She figured, at the very least, if she was going to look like a maniac, she would wear a smile.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 15, 2011 0:23:13 GMT -8
Philip raised a brow at that, inclining his head around to look at the folder behind her, though he got distracted along the way by the sight of the camera. "Oi, that a camera in your paws there?"
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 15, 2011 0:33:08 GMT -8
Bombalurina eyed him skeptically - anyone that well dressed in this town had to be a crook, or a loan shark.
"Yes..." Her green eyes roved his face warily, his white colouring clean and crisp against his suit. He would work well as a model - but she wouldn't tell Flashy McFlashter that.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 15, 2011 0:35:36 GMT -8
He arched a brow at that rather uninformative answer. "Take photos then?" he asked, half considering leaning against the wall and deciding it far too grimy. He glanced again at the folder, taking a step forward and around her, scooping down to pick it up and flipping through it. "Hmmm... these yours?"
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 15, 2011 0:39:27 GMT -8
Bombalurina cringed, humiliated when his paws scooped up her photos. Well, at least most of the 'client' ones, as her boss would say, were gone; at least she could look crazy, but an unspecified crazy. Cat forbid anyone ever saw her subject stalking ones.
"Well, they were...." The scarlet queen offered somewhat hesitantly, almost violated he looked through her yet unedited batch. She hadn't had much of a chance to go through and pick out the ones that worked from those that didn't, and an unedited collection took much of the power of one's work away, all the photos similar and seemingly generic opposed to one another.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 15, 2011 9:34:55 GMT -8
He continued to flip through them, turning a couple photos on their side, and lingering over a couple. "Were?" he inquired at the past tense as he continued to study them.
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 15, 2011 17:52:24 GMT -8
Bombalurina passed a sheepish look to him, her gaze resting on the heel marks pressed into the leather, only just beginning to press upwards.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 15, 2011 18:12:04 GMT -8
Philip paused at one of the photos, turning it around several times, looking at it from different angles. "Not bad. Need a job? I mean, your fashion sense needs some work," he said, eying her over the portfolio again. "But you're not going to be the one in the photos so it shouldn't be too bad. What's your schedule look like and how's your handwriting? Ever do fact checking or line reading?"
((Every time I type this guy's color code I crack up... I figure this is a good thing.))
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 17, 2011 23:11:42 GMT -8
((Why? Anything particularly ironic in the coding? Excuse my lateness by the way, caught up with Uni stuff - my bad.))
Bombalurina raised one preened brow cockily. Well, he was awfully sure of himself - did she really look that bad? Surely, she was no beanpole, but that was...harsh. The hourglass queen cocked her hip slightly, shifting her stance defensively and sweeping a skeptical glance over the Van.
"My schedule's up to /me/, and no, I'm no secretary." Slight spunk in her reply coloured her tone, her emotional shield up.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 17, 2011 23:14:36 GMT -8
He gave her a sidelong look, portfolio still open. "Did I say I wanted a secretary? Photographers don't always do photos, it's useful to be able to do odd jobs as well."
((Ah, quite alright. And his color code is peachpuff. So I type color... peachpuff. And then die a little XD))
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 17, 2011 23:18:35 GMT -8
((Hahaha, that is rather funny considering his personality.))
Bombalurina cut him a look, somewhat touched with sass, her brows still raised.
"Sounded like secretarial work," The scarlet queen pressed her tongue to the top of her mouth, contemplating her options. She thought perhaps her best course of action was to barter with a slick-talker like him, rather then reveal financial desperation. "What sort of work would I be looking at then?
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 17, 2011 23:26:16 GMT -8
"We just lost a photographer," Philip said, handing her back the portfolio finally. "Need a new one. Interested at all? Might have to do some odd jobs if we're done people, like we usually are, but mainly as a photographer. Bit of a assistant."
((Pretty much. Still makes me smile...))
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 18, 2011 0:21:04 GMT -8
((Hahaha, I grinned))
"I suppose..." Bombalurina feighned a cool disposition, though her inner-kitten was squealing at having some extra sort of income. She paused in seeming hesitation, before flashing him a naturally pleased grin.
"Consider me hired."
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