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Post by aurora on Jun 30, 2007 23:00:43 GMT -4
Luxuriant. That was the word the realtor had used when he was describing Glenbrook Estate. With gusto he had lovingly spoken of the house’s many wondrous architectural feats; the twelve foot wide staircase which curved delicately upward into a single spiral that reached the second story; the monstrosities that were the 50 foot tall Grecian columns (with plenty of attractive silk-leaved fake ivy wound all the way to the top) and the centralized, indoor greenhouse complete with rose covered gazebo and a small statuary near the back which included works from some of the finest artists in history).
He had caressingly told her of the many rooms and their different themes (the house had come pre-furnished by the designer of Glenbrook himself) and proud fully proclaimed the technological features that supposedly only the best of the best had installed in their homes. Aurora hadn’t quite understood all of these said technological advancements, but it sound good all the same.
Yes, the house was most assuredly luxuriant. As Aurora took a sip from her crystalline wine glass and bathed in the beauty, comfort, and charm of her new home. Perhaps charm was the wrong word…charm was the word you awarded to smallish homes that had little else going for them than fresh baked apple pies and country-esque décor. Elegance was more fitting. Beauty, comfort, elegance…Aurora felt like a goddess.
“Or at least the most successful actress in the world.” She laughed to herself.
You’re too proud. Said a voice inside her. Aurora’s laugh vanished and her lips pursed in annoyance.
Why shouldn’t she gloat a little? She deserved it. She’d worked her butt off the past year to produce her newest film and she’d be damned if she’d let the other half of her personality deprive her of the satisfaction of seeing the fruits of her labor.
“Jeanne-Marie darling, you’ve no idea how to enjoy a little well earned luxury.” Aurora voiced, relaxing back into the cushions of her new white leather couch and closing her eyes lazily.
And you’ve never understood the concept of selflessness. The money that went to buying this…this place could have gone to a million different other causes.
Squeezing her eyes as if to squeeze Jeanne-Marie out of her head, Aurora set down her wine glass and grabbed for the remote that turned on her state of the art stereo system. Ali Blaire’s latest hit single came blasting out of the speakers.
Jeanne-Marie retreated, leaving Aurora at peace once more. She alone at last to enjoy her wonderful knew home.
Or so she thought.
(tag: anyone!)
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Post by infernowisp on Jul 1, 2007 2:18:10 GMT -4
Tiffany adjusted the demure and plain wire frames that held her glasses on the end of her nose. Her sight had always been rather sub-par and she was appalled by the idea of something like contacts. All that waisted effort.
She brushed back a stray hair from the absurdly tight bun at the top of her head, it rather amazing one even managed to break free. She brushed a hand down her dulled grey business skirt while stepping out of the car. A quick adjust was given to the bottom of her equally muted jacket, a check to the top button of the starched white shirt that clung to her neck. Then with a snap she placed her pen back against the dark brown of her clipboard as she spun on tall, but plain, shoes.
"Alright Bobby. You're going to listen this time or so help me--We need this story," her eyes darkened slightly as she looked into the vehicle, "Especially after your dismal display last time. That's why I'm going to talk this time. And you--You will listen. For once in your life you will just listen Bobby." She let out a sigh as she turned around again, knowing that her speech had fallen on cold and deaf ears. She scanned over the impressive mansion with her steely eyes.
Ugh, like anyone would even need that much space. What a waste, what a waste.
She started forwards then while from out of the darkness of the automobile came fluttering a fiery figure. It gave a turn back towards the still seated Bobby and let out a puff. An indignant gesture to follow Tiffany's words before fluttering over to her side. She looked over to him and gave the burning orb a casual nod before starting to rattle off from the list that he was apparently giving checks to, "Aurora's Bio---Tape recorder---Questions---" the list fading off as she continued on with her haughty wisp by her side.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jul 1, 2007 9:57:00 GMT -4
Minute earphones were embedded deep into the ear canals of Bobby Drake. These extremely high-tech, nearly invisible and wireless devices were pumping rock music from his iPod in his jacket pocket directly into his brain at an extremely loud volume. Bobby couldn't resist the slightest of head bobs as he looked at Tiffany who was saying something or other to him. Neither could he resist reaching into his pocket to tap down the volume long enough to hear the last part of it.
"...your dismal display last time. That's why I'm going to talk this time. And you--You will listen. For once in your life you will just listen Bobby."
He took offense. "Hey...I got into Ali's pad, didn't I? Can I help it she got me naked in no time flat?" It was close to the truth while simultaneously being as far removed from the truth as possible. Mainly he just wanted to make Tiffany a little jealous. She hadn't seen him naked yet, and it was killing her!
"You play your cards right, and you might get the same treat," he said smacking her hindside softly as he pumped the music back up and started rocking out to some Dazz.
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Post by infernowisp on Jul 1, 2007 11:42:40 GMT -4
Tiffany's eyes widened and her body tensed for a moment as she felt that disgraceful hand come down onto her backside. Her right eyelid twitched as she stared off into the distance, trying to keep herself from digging her pen into Bobby's eye socket. Instead she turned to him suddenly. Flicker puffed up in defense once his charge had been so rudely assaulted. He began swarming over the accused hand, spinning around the mit in his heat---though he knew Tiffany would be mad if he actually burned Bobby, but a little singeing couldn't hurt.
"Look here you---You bug. You pest. You nuisance. Mr. Carosella might find you novel, or as an entertaining piece of living furniture. But I? I do not!," she was taking closer and closer steps to him, pen and clipboard out to jab at his ribs if he didn't back away, "You are course. You are vulgar. You are revolting. And this, Bobby. This is why I will be talking. And you will both keep your thoughts and HANDS," Flicker flaring up a final time at that, his outer flames getting dangerously close to Bobby's fleshy fingertips before the scorching manifestation fluttered up and away, back to float over Tiffany's shoulder, "To yourself----And take those out!" She said as she yanked down on the cord of Bobby's headphones, "You're not in preschool anymore, despite what your actions might suggest. So shape up or wait in the car!"
With a deep breath she straightened herself up. She looked over her shoulder back to the mansion. She brushed at her hair once again, anchoring that stray strand back into the collection at the top of her head before starting back down the path.
I swear--I swear that if he ruins this for me that all I'll bring back is a pile of back-talking ash.
Once she was within five feet of the door she shot on an award winning smile and reached out to give the handle one singular knock before standing stark straight once more, clipboard and other goods held sternly at her side while she waited patiently for an answer from the estate, and dreaded one from Bobby.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jul 1, 2007 14:20:57 GMT -4
The little fireball was glowing hot, but Bobby hardly noticed. There was a rocking solo coming up real soon and he was playing air-guitar right along with Dazzler in the headphones. Man, she was hot. That little bikini thing she had going on....sssssmoookin!
Looking through squinted eyes at Tiffany, she was talking again. He just bobbed his head to the rhythm while looking at her. It was as good as agreement with whatever she was saying.
This was why they got along so well, he figured.
But yanking out his earphone?
“Not cool!” He said. “What’s your problem, anyway?” He tried to fumble with the earpiece and fit it back into his ear while she knocked on the door. “Been awhile since you did the wild thang?” In case there was any doubt in her mind what he meant he did a couple of wild pelvic thrusts.
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Post by aurora on Jul 1, 2007 17:09:16 GMT -4
With the overbearing, ultra-conservative presence of Jeanne-Marie gone for the time being, Aurora continued to back in luxury. With a contented sigh she turned up the radio, dimmed the lights and with a single click of a button turned on the fire in her fireplace. The latter caused her to grin despite herself; after a lifetime of hard ship and struggle she still was not used to the conveniences of the rich.
Settling back and closing her eyes once more, Aurora took another sip of her vintage wine and stretched out on the couch.
When the knock came at the door, Aurora thought at first that it was part of the music, but Dazzler’s song had just ended and a rather boring commercial was playing. She wondered idly for a moment whether or not the forecast for this evening had included thunderstorms, when she saw a flash of orangey light through the window of her living room.
“What the…” She muttered, setting her glass down and going to look out the window. A man and a woman were standing outside of her home, joined by a strange floating fireball. Aurora watched with some amusement as the woman--a very professional looking girl--reprimanded the rather goofy looking guy for one reason or another. It dawned on her as she spied that the loud noise had been a knock at the door.
“What kind of person only knocks once?” Aurora wondered out loud as she rushed to open the door. Typically it would have been her butler, Andrews that greeted guests, but Andrews was on vacation in the Caribbean for the next two weeks with his family.
As soon as Aurora opened the door, she knew she should have stayed in the comfort of her living room.
Reporters. She thought with annoyance. It figures they would come to ruin my first night in my new home…
Putting on her award-winning, famous smile, Aurora glanced between the two arguing reporters, wondering if they were ever going to notice that the object of their trip had opened the door. When they didn’t notice, she cleared her throat and made herself known.
“May I help you?”
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Post by infernowisp on Jul 1, 2007 19:46:04 GMT -4
Tiffany merely gave a roll of her eyes and a heavy sigh to the antics of Bobby before smiling pleasantly once again at seeing a rather posh looking woman step up to the door.
"Ms. Aurora. Hello there. My name's Tiffany Huntly," she outstretched her hand in greeting for a shake, her crisp and perfectly filed nails gleaming even without any nail polish to be seen. "I work for Guido Carosella," she said before giving a slight nod backwards to Bobby, "As does my associate, Bobby Drake here." She then leaned in, her smile still pleasant as ever as she said softly, "You'll have to excuse him. He's got some trouble," and she gave a tap to the side of her temple, "Upstairs, if you know what I mean? Mr. Carosella always keeps an equal opportunity employment policy. I promise he's harmless. Mind if we come in and ask you some questions? I promise they'll not be long at all, but if you're busy it would not be any trouble to come back later."
Tiffany now had to dance across the fine line of polite and pushy. She was no common reporter for any rag, she would not come shoving herself into even the most news-worthy celebrity's home with microphone pressed to their face and camera flash clicking away. No, she was better than that but she still needed this story and she could only hope that Bobby wouldn't put Aurora off like he did so many women.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jul 2, 2007 7:46:17 GMT -4
Bobby was so tuned in to Dazz and so tuned in to giving Tiff some crap that he almost didn’t notice when the front door was opened. Turning a little, his eyes widened at the sight of Aurora standing there herself. Who would have imagined that movie stars opened their own doors??
Seeing Tiffany talking, and gesturing back to him before pointing to her head, Bobby took that as his cue to talk without having even the faintest clue what it was she was saying. “Yes. Bobby...er...Robert Drake. As she was saying, the brains of the operation.”
Robert sounded more smoother.
“I have to say, your last movie where you played the chick that was all Indiana Jones and everything...” He was shaking his head with a big (approving) grin. “Man!” One word conveyed so much testosterone that it was almost palpable. Nudging Tiffany, who at times he was almost sure was a lesbian, he lifted his brows. “You felt it, I’m sure.”
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Post by aurora on Jul 2, 2007 20:40:05 GMT -4
At the reporter’s comment about her partner’s ‘mental problems,’ Aurora could not help but let out an amused laugh. When Carosella’s equal opportunity employment policy was mentioned, the laugh faded into a silenced feeling of irony. Having spent the majority of her childhood and teen years in and out of mental hospitals, Aurora considered herself lucky that Carosella was such an accepting employer.
When they’d first drawn up her contract he’d asked no questions about her mental history, informing her with a not unkind smile that emotional problems were common these days and nothing to be embarrassed about. Aurora had been relieved, to say the least, and had entered into the entertainment industry as Aurora the angsty and talented actress, as opposed to Aurora the mentally disturbed DID patient. Her multiplicity was a secret only she and her previous doctors knew about. Because of the strict laws on sharing medical information with anyone besides the patient, there wasn’t much of a chance that Aurora would ever be found out.
It took a few moments for Tiffany’s partner to wake up and realize what was going on, but when he finally did, Aurora suddenly found herself questioning whether or not Guido had been mistaken when he employed the fool.
Who wears headphones to an interview? Jeanne-Marie unexpectedly spoke up. Aurora laughed inwardly. At least they could agree on some things.
“Well,” Aurora said once Robert had finished his embarrassing little speech “Why don’t you both come in…unless you would prefer to conduct the interview outdoors…” She flashed her award winning smile once more, showing off perfect white teeth. Before gesturing for them to enter, she winked at Bobby. “By the way…I’m not sure I would call my last film ‘Indiana Jones’…considering it was set in space.”
Sure it had been a treasure hunting movie…but Aurora felt this guy needed a bit of bumping down. He seemed pretty pompous.
As the two reporters passed by her into the house, Aurora suddenly had the sense to give herself a once over. Comfortable navy blue silk top and matching blue and white striped pajama bottoms.
“I guess that means this will be a casual interview…” She said under her breath. At least she wasn’t naked.
(ooc= DID: Dissociative Identity Disorder)
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jul 11, 2007 21:44:07 GMT -4
(uh...I'll go ahead and post)
Oh yeah, Tiffany didn't say it, but she was hot for Aurora too. Those skimpy somethin's she wore probably had the same effect on guys and girls alike. Bobby got to thinking about that and decided he liked that thought very much.
Soon enough, Aurora was inviting them in. This was the second famous mansion he had been in in the past week, and Tiffany had been in one. Yeah. Definitely one up. Man, was she jealous! He ribbed her lightly as they stepped in when Aurora wasn't looking.
His excitement was hardly concealable.
“By the way…I’m not sure I would call my last film ‘Indiana Jones’…considering it was set in space.”
Space? Bobby was trapped. He hadn't been paying much attention to the plot to be honest. Or like the setting, or the dialog, or really anything not centered beneath her chin and above her knees. "Right," he agreed. "Space!"
Whew, that was close.
But just as she was giving herself the once over, Bobby was giving Aurora the thrice over (mainly centering beneath her chin and above her knees).
“I guess that means this will be a casual interview…”
His brows were up and his eyes wide open. "Casual's...good," he said. Holding up his camera he met her eyes again somewhat reluctantly. "Do you mind?"
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