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Post by psylocke on Jul 2, 2007 15:33:23 GMT -4
The office of Betsy Braddock was purely the most organized and glamorous office in the building. That was besides Guido's of course. The telepath had decorated his and hers with accented colors from one another without giving the big boss man any feminine touches. That actually bored the young woman and her own office only carried the occasional fern and painting on the wall. The painting, however, was someone's dear price for backstabbing the perfect businesswoman and no one back stabs Betsy Braddock...and lives.
With her cherry oak furniture and finest leather chair, the purple haired woman sat in her very highly cut business dress with the jacket very neatly hung on the brass coat rack she had her dear lover purchase for her on a trip to Italy. They had a wonderful time there and it was one of the fewest moments that Betsy actually was happy.
Three inch heels graced the edge of the desk while the cord led up her long luxurious legs. Leaning back, the telepath was conversing on the phone with a very well known associate and prepared for the next news story that was about to make front line news. That was, when she carried out the orders...quickly and silently. It had been a long time since she had herself a notch on the fatal belt and the adrenaline was now rushing through her blood. A smile was actually across the model's face while she dreamed of how much she'd enjoy taking the life of someone whom she felt deserved it.
<Open to anyone who dares enter ;D >
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Post by madrox on Jul 4, 2007 1:53:51 GMT -4
Jamie...or was it?...walked into Betsy's office somewhat sheepishly. He would never be comfortable talking to Ms. Braddock, she scared the be-jesus-mary-and-all-the-apostles out of him. But he knew that something was going to go wrong if he didn't get in touch with her now, even if she was busy.
"Ms. Braddock," he said, composing himself slightly, "we have a little hiccup in editing. Thought I should let you know. It could be bad for the network."
And his precious life. He tensed up and prepared himself for whatever met him.
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Post by psylocke on Jul 4, 2007 11:38:31 GMT -4
Multi-tasking is left for only those that can handle the pressure. And Betsy handled all pressure from every angle at the studio. She was good at her job and wasn't about to let a little scuffle in editing interrupt her happy attitude of the events about to unfold.
While conversing on the phone still, her mind projected over to the stagehand. There'd better a good explanation for the hiccup when I get off this phone. "Yes, Mr. Evans, I'll be sure to deliver that to you...personally." Her voice was always erotic to male clients and she surely would give them a little more than they asked for to get her where she wanted to be. On top.
Her legs slithered off the desk revealing a little more thigh as they lowered to the ground. Arising from her chair allowing more skin to be revealed from her low cut blouse, Betsy hung up the phone and waltzed around her desk and leaned up against it looking at the man before her.
"Now about this hiccup. Care to tell me what happened?"
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Post by madrox on Jul 5, 2007 2:25:22 GMT -4
Jamie...maybe...swallowed hard and stared right into her eyes.
Don't look afraid. Just look right at her and tell her exactly what happened. If you hesitate, she'll think you just came in here to ogle her. Wait...I'm taking too long, she probably does think that. Dear god! She has such a scary look on her face. C'mon man, speak, SPEAK!
"Uh..uhm...well...this one particular scene, it would seem...that there is a problem with the sound. Maybe you should come and listen, we can't figure it out."
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Post by psylocke on Jul 5, 2007 7:33:55 GMT -4
Betsy didn't have time for these little interruptions. This was a petty matter that they could handle themselves. The man, no boy, before her was petrified of the purple haired woman and that made Betsy's blood boil with a heated passion. She knew he was checking her out, all men did, and they usually walked away quite satisfied.
Her expression went from stern to a sultry glance as the telepath's body catwalked over to the stagehand. Her thoughts were already intruding his mind. Hands slithered over his arms and on his chest as the model's body circled the young man. Words were not spoken but implored into his brain.
A strong man like you can figure this out on his own.
Her lips touched his cheeks as the softness of her breath brushed upon his skin. A small peck was an initiative to what may follow if he would be man enough to obey her wishes.
Just think of how grateful I would be if you didn't need to bother me with simple things like sound in an editing room.
Her face was directly in front of his while the office manager graced her waist with his hand.
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Post by kylun on Jul 5, 2007 15:21:29 GMT -4
It was at this private erotic moment that Colin McKay barged into Braddock's office. He was intent on getting an aswer regarding the network's refusal to let him wear a psi-scrambler, for his upcomming interview with the McCoy family. And Carrosela had been unavailable to answer it for him. Colin strongly disliked telepaths, in his opinion, thier mutant ability gave them an unfair advantage over members of The Press like him. He also barely concealed a similar dislike towards Braddock herself. A woman of her talents was unlikely to have gotten her position just through professionalism and hard work.
Whenever in her presence, Colin kept the first few bars of a song in the forefront of his mind. Repeating that thought over and over again was a good way of maintaining a kind of mnemonic static to any telepaths that might try to get into his head univited. Today he was favouring the first passage of Bach's Tocatta. He barely kept his annoyed tone out of his voice.
"Alright! Yew'd better have some answers fer meh Braddock or there's gonna be - Oh! Motivating the help again are we?"
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Post by psylocke on Jul 5, 2007 22:40:19 GMT -4
Yet another interruption.
Betsy was beginning to believe that she would have to resort to violence before she'd be able to go out and...resort to more violence. The man who entered the room, no barged in, was an irritating little twit that Betsy would love to get her claws in. Maybe she'd make a little side trip and rid the company of the obnoxious reporter before heading out to....
"Alright! Yew'd better have some answers fer meh Braddock or there's gonna be - Oh! Motivating the help again are we?"
Even though the telepath may not be able to read the minds of those who cut her off or blocked her with their intense thoughts, she sure as hell could send him a direct message about interrupting her.
Keep it up Mr. McKay and you'll find yourself scratching your own ass in a cage begging for bananas.
She gave the stagehand a sultry wink, then released herself from their current situation. "I'm sure you'll find what it is that's wrong. Now go. I seem to have another matter to attend to. You understand don't you?" Her thoughts were drilling into his head about allowing him to see her naked before him if he just left like a good little boy, while her body strolled over to the pain she now faced.
"Jealous Mr. McKay? It's seems that I've noticed your lack of companionship as of late. Something wrong with your equipment?"
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Post by madrox on Jul 6, 2007 0:53:11 GMT -4
Jamie burst into the room, quite tired looking, as he always was. He had two clipboards, a list of assigned dupes clipped to one crossrefrenced to a list of jobs on the other. He was wearing a headset and microphone.
"Why are you taking so long! I should have sent a far more capable...me. Hello Ms. Braddock. Did this buffoon manage to tell you that instead of news the latest report was recorded over with coffee perking noises because he left the boom propped up in the break room?"
Jamie immediately understood the frightened yet tempted look on the dupe's face. The dupe was intrigued by Braddock's empty offer and started to head for the door. Jamie Prime grabbed him.
"You, stay here. You're in trouble. I need to know if you have a professional suggestion that doesn't involve your Jedi mind tricks, Ms. Braddock."
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Post by kylun on Jul 6, 2007 20:19:08 GMT -4
Keep it up Mr. McKay and you'll find yourself scratching your own ass in a cage begging for bananas.
Bach's Tocata played on in Colin's mind. He made no thought-based replies. Keeping up his intense thoughts was the only thing he knew of that kept Braddock from doing more than just telepathically barking at his mind's door.
She gave the stagehand a sultry wink, then released herself from their current situation. "I'm sure you'll find what it is that's wrong. Now go. I seem to have another matter to attend to. You understand don't you?" Her thoughts were drilling into his head about allowing him to see her naked before him if he just left like a good little boy, while her body strolled over to the pain she now faced.
"Jealous Mr. McKay? It's seems that I've noticed your lack of companionship as of late. Something wrong with your equipment?"[/i]
"Ahm a believer in quality over quantity. That's why Ahm good at my job Braddock. Now Ah'd like ta hear from yer horse's mouth why-"
Jamie burst into the room, quite tired looking, as he always was. He had two clipboards, a list of assigned dupes clipped to one crossrefrenced to a list of jobs on the other. He was wearing a headset and microphone.
"Why are you taking so long! I should have sent a far more capable...me. Hello Ms. Braddock. Did this buffoon manage to tell you that instead of news the latest report was recorded over with coffee perking noises because he left the boom propped up in the break room?"
Jamie immediately understood the frightened yet tempted look on the dupe's face. The dupe was intrigued by Braddock's empty offer and started to head for the door. Jamie Prime grabbed him.
"You, stay here. You're in trouble. I need to know if you have a professional suggestion that doesn't involve your Jedi mind tricks, Ms. Braddock."
Colin directed his attention over to Madrox-Prime
"Ahm certain the talented Ms. Braddock here could use lots of other things besides her mind ta keep the viewers happy. But Ah could easily ADR that entire segment over. Ahm very good at imitating voices."
Colin then turned his attention back on Braddock, and addressed her with a perfect imitation of her voice. Sarcastically eroticked.
[glow=purple,2,300]"Unless of course, you have a better idea."[/glow]
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Post by psylocke on Jul 6, 2007 20:42:47 GMT -4
And another interruption.
It was a good thing Betsy was in a good mood or there'd be three dead bodies to explain to her lover Guido and three very elongated appendages that would need curling up and tucking in before being hauled off to the city morgue. This was getting down right ridiculous and this pathetic situation was getting worse.
It was becoming a circus in the room and seriously giving the purple haired woman something she didn't need at the moment of her upcoming rendevous..a headache. Immediately, she placed a thought in both Mardox-Prime's brain of tape across his mouth to shut him up. A purple hue generated from her fist and was aimed directly at Colin. These were all warnings that another outburst and they will be the news.
Her glare subsided when the room quieted down. She placed her fingers to her temples dissipating the psionic knife. She looked up to the prime multiple and addressed him first. "Just record it live. And if there's a screw up, I allow you the pleasure of telling Mr. Carosella himself. Are we clear?" She didn't wait for a response because words could not be spoken. "Good, take care of it, now."
It was Colin's turn and she would handle him in a more appropriate manner. He wanted the horse's mouth so bad, he might as well have it. Picking up the phone, she began to dial a number that really wasn't much of anything, but she played it out like the actress she was, with an Oscar winning performance. "I'm sure Mr. Carosella would love to hear your complaint during his massage. He is always willing and understanding when interrupted with his weekly pedicure. And of course, he'll jump at the chance to talk to a reporter he can replace within a matter of another phone call. Now the nature of the complaint please?"
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Post by madrox on Jul 7, 2007 1:39:43 GMT -4
Madrox-Prime reabsorbed the shaken dupe and smirked sarcastically at Braddock. The bags under his eyes made it hard to notice, but he widened them mocking surprise.
"Oh, wow, no wonder you are such a high up! That is a fantastic professional and reasonable suggestion miles ahead of the quick and easy one ol' McKay thought of. You definitely didn't sleep your way to the top. Colin, come on and help me."
He left quickly. He wasn't normally very shaken by Braddock, but what this last duoe had heard and seen was a little disconcerting. And maybe he shouldn't have been such an ass. After all, though, he was so tired from working all of his dupes 40 hours a week, usually more, that harsh and possibly occupationally dangerous words came naturally.
<<Follow Madrox to sound booth.>>
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Post by kylun on Jul 7, 2007 22:59:43 GMT -4
"Be with ya in five ta fifteen." Colin called out to the exiting Madrox.
It was Colin's turn and she would handle him in a more appropriate manner. He wanted the horse's mouth so bad, he might as well have it. Picking up the phone, she began to dial a number that really wasn't much of anything, but she played it out like the actress she was, with an Oscar winning performance. "I'm sure Mr. Carosella would love to hear your complaint during his massage. He is always willing and understanding when interrupted with his weekly pedicure. And of course, he'll jump at the chance to talk to a reporter he can replace within a matter of another phone call. Now the nature of the complaint please?"
Colin McKay knew a headgame/pokerbluff when he saw one. He was a professional reporter after all. He kept the Bach going in his head, and called Braddock's bluff.
"That's why Ah'm here. He's unavailable, so Ah just have ta make do with yew. Ah would like ta know why the Network is refusin ta let me wear a psi-scrambler during mah upcomming interview with the McCoys? And if yew finish dialing that number, woulda please order meh the sweet 'n' sour pork with rice and stirfry platter? It's the Wong's Chinese Restaurant special. Very tasty."
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