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Post by spiderbear on Jan 23, 2011 1:42:46 GMT -8
Bombalurina stood tentatively outside the Tribune's offices, contemplating sprinting home for a day. She'd been - at the very least - allowed to sleep the previous night by her other employer, who once again seemed to forget she existed, though it didn't do much good when she was fitting over her spat with her new boss.
The course of good employment never did run smoothly. Flickering her lush tail some in the air, she took a few nervous, hiccupy breaths inwards before approaching the doors via the small concrete stairs. Stepping into the office, she quelled the feeling of discerning eyes on her frame; camera in right paw, her left tangling anxiously in her hair. Noting the main reception desk ahead, she approached only to find the woman before it mid-call.
The scarlet queen stood awkwardly at the front desk, not used to any sort of procedure or protocol at a workplace (most of her jobs were about as good as her other for the sleazy P.I); dodgy management and even dodgier pay, so a clean, bustling office seemed entirely foreign to her. She shot the receptionist an apologetic look, the queen shooting her own 'You can wait', before Bombalurina took the hint and glanced away.
Everlasting cat, wouldn't it be easier to take a bullet to her brain now? Instead of this long, drawn out death by humiliation?
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 1:48:14 GMT -8
Philip was already in the office, having not entirely slept well the night before for various reasons--a good deal concerning his brother's throw away comments about asking questions--and thus having arrived earlier than his usual hours.
He dropped a pile of papers on the front desk for somecat else to deal with, glancing up and spotting the red queen. "Oh, so you did come," he said, voice neutral. "Ready to get any work done?"
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 23, 2011 1:53:31 GMT -8
Bombalurina tensed, the sound of her lovely employer's voice drifting to her side, the comment on her actually bothering to show up touching her already bruised ego.
Play. Nice.
She beat down her initial instinct to comment against his assumptions that she was - by what she could tell - a total idiot in his mind, instead turning and nodding politely to his sentiment, her tail held steadfastly in a submissive gesture. One wrong paw and she wouldn't be getting her pay check, and she couldn't risk it after yesterday's debacle.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 2:05:43 GMT -8
Philip looked her over and sighed. "Good morning to you too," he said. "Want any coffee or something?" He motioned for her to follow him. "Come on, some basic information to go over before getting down to work."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 23, 2011 2:09:44 GMT -8
Bombalurina stared at him warily, somewhat wondering if keeping her mouth shut was a better option.
Well....at least they had coffee. That was more then she could say for any other job she's had. Taking a subtle, calming breath, she exhaled shakily, following him.
"Sure." She managed out, camera in tow, eyeing the office and its patrons with guarded cautioness - There was nothing she hated more then feeling the odd one out. "Thanks." Bombalurina added somewhat carefully - better to mind one's 'P' and 'Q's, even when unwarranted, then get kicked out for not.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 2:15:08 GMT -8
"Mhm," he said, trailing over to the coffee pot, pouring two cups and handing her one before taking his own back to his office, dropping some of the files in his paws onto the top. "Alright, today there's a new fashion show going on downtown, so we'll probably go there. Starts in another hour or so, so here's some prep paperwork for it, though you'll just need to be taking the photos, but it should be helpful to know exactly what to look for."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 23, 2011 2:20:36 GMT -8
Bombalurina sipped as gently on the coffee as she could, the liquid warming, though not scalding hot. She kept her apple green gaze downcast, her irises flickering as she soaked in the new information, not yet daring to touch any of the papers. Bombi nodded along somewhat pleasantly; pleasant being the adjective of the day for her interactions within her job.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 2:25:41 GMT -8
Philip watched her for a moment before shrugging and taking a sip of his own coffee, leaning back in his chair and considering the far wall as he went through a checklist in his head.
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 23, 2011 2:30:49 GMT -8
Bombi let the awkward silence between them fall, taking it upon herself to finally transfer her coffee cup to a singular hold in her left paw, using her right to shift the paperwork before her forward and scanning through it, mentally piecing the appropriate answers together before evn contemplating touching ink to the clean sheet.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 2:32:53 GMT -8
Philip let her go through it, finishing his coffee before working on putting together his own notes for the upcoming show--specific questions, cats to hit up first, which fashions to be on the watch for more, etc etc etc.
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 23, 2011 2:39:40 GMT -8
The scarlet queen quickly lost interest in her own cup, instead engrossed in reading through the paperwork meticulously, leaving nothing mentally unpicked-and-prodded; she was hired to do something, so she may as well do it right. Uncrossing her legs, with some surprising grace, she held her coffee cup steady, pawing the sheets up in her right paw, walking towards the coffee pot without removing her gaze from the paper. Bombalurina may have not have been many things, but after years of reading sheet music and lyrics on the go, she'd learnt to be aware of her body and surroundings whilst maintaining excellent focus elsewhere.
The queen placed the coffee cup safely down by the pot - she wouldn't have harzarded placing it anywhere but there and be chastised for leaving rings on the furniture, turning to lean gently against the counter as she thumbed the papers.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 2:49:24 GMT -8
((Just making sure you're aware, the coffee pot is in the main office, not Philip's. XD))
Philip watched her stand, before returning to his own paperwork. Things were somewhat... different from what he had been expecting.
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 23, 2011 2:56:05 GMT -8
((Aye Aye, Capt'in Birdseye...Damn commercial advertisement!))
Bombalurina finished her thorough pick of the document, her mind more on it then on her surroundings. Ignoring the stare of some of the office employees, she meandered back into Phillip's office, feeling safe enough in her knowledge of her duties to ask for a pen.
Her black heels clicking on the floor, she reentered his office, her tail swishing more so out of habit then anything else, briefly eyeing the pen cup with a raised brow.
On second thought, she might be asked to pen it in her own blood, but she'd wait for an offer before moving to anything that could be misconstrued as presumptuous.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2011 11:04:59 GMT -8
Philip looked up when she entered again. He followed her gaze to the pencil jar, where pencils of various lengths rested. "Unless your planning on filling all that out in blood, or have your own writing instrument," he said, and pushed a fountain pen across the desk at her after taking it out of a desk drawer. "Use this."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 23, 2011 15:41:03 GMT -8
Bombalurina quirked a brow at the irony of his quip, a gentle smirk twitching at the edges of her lip. She plucked the fountain pen from the desk with a soft "Thank you", returning to her seat and beginning to work away at the mound before her, taking notice but not drawing attention to the fact that she was working directly across from him, whilst technically not on speaking terms.
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