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Post by ALEXI MCMILLEN on Jul 13, 2010 16:35:07 GMT -5
Alexi had seen the add in the paper a few days ago. She had been sitting beside the pool, reclining wonderfully under the glorious California sun and had seen the add for an amateur photographer. Well if nothing else the woman was guilty of Vanity. So she had called her and set an appointment in her lavish home, she had declined when the woman had offered her 'studio' apartment home to be the place. No this was too good a chance to pass up. So she had spent the morning fussing. Normally she took a long while grooming to look pleasant but today she was going all out.
She had bathed, then showered, and finally dried off in the sun. She had tussled her hair into sweet waves that framed her pale face wonderfully. She dressed casually for now having laid out several choices on a rack in the living room to wear. For now she was sitting in nothing more then jeans and a nice tanktop, far under dressed for the woman.
Still she was never without style. A large black opal hung about her throat and another pair was hooked into her ears. She was never without a bit of class. She couldn't help it. So she had splurged, kind of, on the photographer. She chose someone lesser known. If the girl was good she could promote her and get her on the map, if not, well no one would know much of it only that she bought a couple pictures.
She fussed with her make up one last time in the mirror and then wandered through the main rooms slowly tapping her lip. She knew her cover as if it was embedded in her soul, she also knew she was uneasy. Some force had her on edge and she disliked it. Perhaps it had just been too long since she had run in her true form, then again she really hadn't done much lately. She had been momentarily distracted by her loneliness and had stopped in her pilfering ways.
Now, here she was, alone in her big empty house, who knows where her cat was, waiting to be photographed alone. There was no excitement right now. She would find it soon. Her body was on fire with the magic she had recently discovered existed in this city. The gods were coming to Hollywood and her mind whirled with the possibilities. Thankfully with a freelance, amateur photographer the likely hood of meeting anyone who was godly was low. So she didn't fret it. Her only problem would be if Zeus found her.
So she paced, lonely and worried about her existence. She hated waiting. She was a creature of the now. Alexi didn't like being on other peoples schedules, she liked to be on theirs. She was selfish and wanted only for this empty pit of doubt to stop forming. She was doing her god created task and bothering the humans with an uncatchable quarry. Still the photographer was coming. These things could be mused on later. For now she was living the dream. A sly smile bounded back to her features. “A daiquiri would cheer me up.” she said and meandered towards the kitchen. Who cared if it was 1pm on a Tuesday. What did she have to do after this?
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Post by SOPHIE FAULKNER on Jul 14, 2010 8:31:11 GMT -5
How will I
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Though Sophie was early in arriving at the Mount Olympus community, it took a full twenty minutes to check in at the gates and another five minutes to find her client's house. Amidst the lavish mansion-like homes of the rich was the one house that she was looking for. It belonged to a Alexi McMillen, a high class woman of impeccable taste and style - those were the comments that Sophie found when she searched the internet for the name. Sophie was lucky, no, fortunate to have been contacted by Alexi - she needed a model for an advertisement for her studio and her work as a photographer.
But now Sophie was late. It was bad client relations to be late at the first meeting, and though her tardiness was not entirely her fault, it reflected poorly upon the photographer. She arrived at the McMillen estate thirty-two minutes late, gathered her equipment hurriedly as additional minutes made their mark on her absence, and strode to the front door.
Adjusting her simple outfit of a t-shirt, jeans, and a light scarf (far too simple, she assumed, for the high class style of Ms. McMillen), Sophie rang the doorbell, gazing up at the house as the sound echoed through the door. She sighed, wishing with little hope that she could afford a place as lavish as this.
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Post by ALEXI MCMILLEN on Jul 14, 2010 11:03:32 GMT -5
Alexi was a strange woman for the fact she kept very few clocks. Late was relative to her boredom level not to the actual time. She saw time far differently then most people. So in her wait she sat on a lavish white couch, a mobile clothing rack standing oddly out of place a few feet off. In her lap sat a tiny calico feline and she stroked her absently. She held her drink and sipped at it looking out the back doors in pleasure. One nice thing about having a big house, she got her little snip of paradise with its rolling green lawn. She loved the city, but she needed a little bit of green to flourish.
The calico cat lifted her dainty head even before the door bell rang. She stretched and then darted off upstairs. Alexi pushed herself up and set the mostly full drink aside right as the door bell echoed through the house. She strolled over to the door and paused. She felt a twinge of panic something in her echoed with something out there. She twitched and her hand hovered on the door knob nervously. Something told her that she should probably leave the door closed.
She shook her head, throwing it off, and unlocked the deadbolt. She opened the door and side stepped putting on her best entertaining smile. “Hello. You must be Sophie. I'm Alexi welcome to my home.” She stepped out of the way then closed the door behind her. “Can I get you anything? A drink?” She glanced to her very obvious alcoholic beverage, complete with mini umbrella, sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the room. How strange did she look drinking at one. Oh well.
Her eyes swept the woman, she had a quaint style, cheep but quaint. Then again Alexi had problems with class differences in humans. It was just too much trouble to consider humans were starving while she lived in her haven. Then again something at the back of her mind still warned danger. A smirk came over her features. Perhaps she could turn this into a game. She could find a way to play cat and mouse with her. For now. She would enjoy being pampered and the center of attention. Those were her two favorite things. The woman was a fox after all. “So what were you thinking... I pulled down a couple clothing options.... I always have more if these don't fit the bill.”
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Post by SOPHIE FAULKNER on Jul 19, 2010 12:38:02 GMT -5
Just a glance at Ms. Alexi McMillen gave you enough style and class to last for a lifetime. The woman was obviously on top of her game, and she had every thing that she ever wanted and the bank account to make anything happen. It was absolutely amazing that she'd ever agreed to do this. Even so, Sophie stepped into the McMillen home with caution. Something was stirring deep in the back of her mind, and it wasn't just the jealously that immediately irked at her as soon as she'd spied the luxurious accomodations. It was something more feral than pure jealously. Something to do with the chimera. She shook her head, trying to clear the feeling away, but it still lingered.
"So what were you thinking...I pulled down a couple clothing options...I always have more if these don't fit the bill."
Nearly jumping at the woman's purring voice, Sophie looked over at the clothing options. They were all very expensive looking, and she was sure Alexi would look killer in any of them. The lucky bitch.
"Why don't we try the middle one?" she said, indicating the attractive green dress. "I think it suits your hair color more than the others."
Sophie picked up the dress - probably silk - and handed it to the woman. Their hands touched for an instant, and something snapped in side. The chimera screeched in frustration at a kill that it would never catch, and Sophie nearly growled at the woman, choking it back in a feigned cough. "Sorry." She muttered between gasps. What the hell was going on?
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Post by ALEXI MCMILLEN on Jul 19, 2010 13:19:15 GMT -5
Alexi realized the woman seemed a little lost. She peered at her a moment as one stares at an optical illusion they just couldn't figure out. This woman was a never ending staircase indeed. She shook her head, shaking off the urge to bolt again and smiled pleasantly at her photographer. “Anything works for me. I am, as they say, at your disposal.” Very hint of an accent played at her lips and she smiled warmly.
She reached out and clutched the material with slender fingers and found the same shock that her counter part did. Instantly that little voice in her head began whispering, lulling. Her eyes lidded slightly and her gaze became focused. A dare. It always happened when she found a hunter capable of giving her a good chase. Humans just were so simple. A twitch of the tail and she was gone. A monster, it would hound her and chase her until both were exhausted or she blipped off to somewhere else.
Her heart began to race as she tried to place what she was starring at. Those deep brown eyes burrowed into Sophie's own orbs and, for the briefest of moments, her eyes flashed green gold then back to milky brown. She shook her head, as if shaking off a momentary daze and grinned again. “Oh no worries I was off in my own little world anyways.” She took the garment. “I'll be right back.”
With a little swirl she slid off into a bathroom to change.
On the stairs the tiny calico cat sat staring, in clear amusement, at the chimera as if she was the most interesting thing to ever cross that threshold. She stared out from between the rod iron bars to investigate her with a keen focused gaze that mirrored her mistress. Her little tail twitched and she gave a loud mewl clearly interested in whats going on.
Alexi slipped back out of the bathroom smoothing the tailored dress. Sophie was right about one thing. Every piece of clothing she owned was expensive. If she had to wear clothing she better be comfortable in it, except shoes. Shoes were always the exception.
Still the woman looked ravishing in the dress. It formed to her supple curves and lured the eyes to all the right areas. She was a fox, both figuratively and literally. The gods had been kind to her when giving her a body. She liked to think it was to make up for the fact she had spent so long unable to move. It was her idea of karma anyways. She smiled a toothy grin again and waved her had. “Is this what you were looking for, for your shoot?” She asked looking down a little self consciously. Hell even if she looked perfect there was always something she knew she could do better.
Just because you have everything, doesn't mean your happy after all. Her brown eyes flicked up to the woman again as she waited for a response. Run. The voice whispered. She stayed.
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