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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 18, 2011 9:09:03 GMT -8
Philip grinned at her. "Excellent. If you have time now I can show you around the great offices of The Felidae Tribune and get you set up." He hadn't been desperate for a photographer, he just really prefered not to have to do it himself and this seemed perfect.
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 18, 2011 16:13:39 GMT -8
Bombalurina nodded, readjusting her portfolio and camera in her grip and looking ready to go. She was looking forward to the second paycheck, but more so she was hoping for a slow transition from her old job to her new, after some trial and error with both.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 18, 2011 16:24:33 GMT -8
Philip looked her over again, motioning for her to follow him as he took the stairs up to the second floor office two at a time. "Alright then," he said, throwing the door open and causing several of the cats working inside to wince at his usual abrupt arrival. "This is our main office, clearly, I mostly work in there. Since I do fashion and mostly, well, gossip, for the most part your going to be dealing with pictures of other cats and things like that. While working with me anyway. I guess I can lend you to other reporters as well. The other thing you're going to be needing to do is organize the photos, so there might be some layout stuff too. Good?"
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 18, 2011 16:32:49 GMT -8
Bombalurina gathered whatever faux confidence she could; stepping into the office with a wall of emotion protecting her vulnerability, her body language appearing both cool and collected as she stepped one shapely leg into the office. The scarlet queen glanced around, secretly nervous at the bustle of cats within the office, but turning back to Phillip with a light nod.
"Alright then." She flickered her long eyelashes to obscure her unsure gaze.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 18, 2011 16:42:07 GMT -8
Philip looked her over. "What hours can you work and when?"
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 18, 2011 16:47:04 GMT -8
"Whenever you need me, kit." She answered, somewhat distracted by the busy environment and the possibility of actually working as opposed to be dragged round from client to client, trailing them intrusively just to grab one incriminating shot.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 18, 2011 16:54:54 GMT -8
Philip's brows quirked up at the endearment. He was fairly sure he was as old, if not older than she was, but fair enough. "Mhm. Well, tomorrow would be a good time to start. The office opens by eight, but most of the people I write about aren't moving until quite a bit later in the day, and then sometimes it ends up being a late night." He regretted ever so dearly missing out on the Hollister New Years Ball. His blasted brother had gone...
"So, don't come in until eleven am."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 18, 2011 16:57:21 GMT -8
"Eleven?" She turned to look at him somewhat, nodding again, "I can do Eleven." It was better then getting a call yelling "Wake up! Where the hell are you Piper! The calico's just gotten into his car!-" She shook her head, disgusted by the memory.
((Philly's not going to be pleased hearing she went and hated it...))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 18, 2011 17:10:33 GMT -8
His brow inched a bit higher at the expression on her face but he discarded it. "We probably won't have too much to write about tomorrow, since all the important people are still recovering from the New Years Ball..."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 18, 2011 17:18:55 GMT -8
Bombalurina scoffed, tail flickering gently.
"Urgh...I went to that." Her ears flickered around on the top of her head, riffling some of her hair somewhat. "Awful."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 18, 2011 17:26:16 GMT -8
Philip's jaw dropped and he gaped at her. "You where there?" he nearly hollered in astonishment, getting several of the other cats working to turn and stare at him. "You... how... I tried for months to find a way to sneak in there... You, sit, right now, and tell me everything you can possibly remember. And you're going to have to write some of this up. Right now."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 18, 2011 17:39:04 GMT -8
Bombalurina blinked, noting how violently her reacted, a slightly evil smirk shifting over her muzzle. She had bills to pay, and perhaps the Van before her could be knocked down a few pegs. The pretty queen curbed her body to a confidant stance, her arms crossing in front of her ample chest.
"How much am I being paid again? I think you forgot to mention my hourly rate..." This was the old Bombalurina, and yet no matter how hard the new Scarlet queen tried, she wouldn't be held down for long.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 18, 2011 17:50:55 GMT -8
Philip blinked at her, nearly jumping up and down in his need for information, but forcing himself down, smoothing back his headfur and naming a wage that was the same as every other photographer they had ever had.
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 18, 2011 17:59:50 GMT -8
"Well...you must have other sources then..." She rounded him, mimicing any well seasoned femme fatale in her gentle circling of her prey. Bombalurina didn't often let herself open up so fully to the world, but she was eager enough to get the job - provided she got enough to cover her 3 missed bills.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 18, 2011 18:05:56 GMT -8
He stared at her for a moment. "Oh, I can find other sources no problem, but if you're working here, that's a good deal of information right there." And he didn't think Hollister was going to allow him an interview. "I'll give you a bonus for this, provided you write it up, and since it's your first day."
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