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Post by cl on May 15, 2007 1:35:06 GMT -4
<~Her arrival,Toronto Canada.The target she's been sent to infiltrate,the Angel Towers,infamously known for Canada's most successful means of professional wrestling and sports entertainment.An unlicense plated sports car comes screeching to a halt,the tires skidding the massive three-story parking garage.The convertible,a reptilian green,comes into full focus,most specifically the tinted windows,fogged to capacity.The driver's door slowly rises open,revealing the darkened interiors within.From it,a highly elevated black heel emerges,striking the charcoal colored asphault.A female,obviously.The unknown woman finally makes herself known,revealing her face from behind her jetblack straight hair.She takes a breath of cool Canadian air,before touching the outside of her earlobe.~>
Earth Lion has arrived at Pride Rock.I repeat,Earth Lion has arrived at Pride Rock. Awaiting further instructions.
<~Her voice has a distinguishable foreign accent,to be revealed when the time is right.With a remote control in hand,she clicks the shiny red button,cueing the door to come to a close followed by the setting of the alarm.Her wearings are somewhat typical for her current surroundings,since blending into her environment is priority.Any unnecessary attention could prove to be troublesome,but too bad she's too elusive and a honored student in the game to fall easily to anyone.She strides foward,a swing of the hips all her own as she takes in the scene.A voice comes ringing into her head.~>
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Affirmative.Earth Lion will seek those involved in the next stage.
<~She touches the same spot near her ear yet again,possibly stopping any incoming transmissions.She finally makes her way inside,donning her eccentric top and tight-like jeans.It's time to do what she does best,blend in and gather information to report back to home base...~>
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Post by cl on May 16, 2007 13:24:28 GMT -4
She nears the entrance,giving the attentive security marshall at his post a quick nod.Without a moment's notice,the middle-aged man quickly opens the door for her with a welcoming wide mouthed grin.Canadians were known for their hospitality?Of course they are...
Merci.
She strolls right in,adding more bounce to her walk just for the obvious gawking she'd get from the guard.Nothing is more predictable than the minds of men,so easily manipulated.She scans the interiors of the main lobby,quite lavish for such a young company?They do scream a woman's touch, however.Women in power had always been quite the satisfaction,more than the world could possibly fathom.She's soonly greeted by another person,the concierge (attendent) at the front desk.
Hello.Welcome to the Angel's Tower,focal business center of all corporate dealings for Action Packed Wrestling Incorporated.How may I assist you today?
The executive offices,s'il vous plaît...
I can certainly help you with that,Mademoiselle.The elevator at the far end of this lobby can take you there.A directory is at your disposal within it,floor listings and all.
Très bien.Merci beaucoup.
You're welcome,bonne chance (good luck)!
She gives Earth Lion a friendly wink.It is returned and over to the elevator she walks.A press of the button later,she awaits the car to arrive...
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Post by King Vegas on May 16, 2007 16:54:05 GMT -4
...The vessel comes to a complete stop, seconds later the sliding towards coming ajar and the eyes hidden behind the trademark dark shades of His Majesty meet those of the lovely lady standing mere feet away from him...He watches as she steps aboard the vessel, as the slightest head nod was shown by him, not speaking a word...Yet. Within seconds the young woman had situated herself a few feet away adjacent to his place of stance, as his arms extended towards the columns of numbers corresponding with the different floors throughout the towers. He spoke in a low audible tone...
Good day ma'am. Your desired floor...?
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Post by cl on May 17, 2007 8:26:39 GMT -4
<~An elevator operator?She is quite sure that their generation had surpassed such needs,or quite possibly the employees of this facility are stuck in the past,old-fashioned.She stares at the elevator's control panel,full glance and then at her elevator "companion" out of the corner of her right eye.His eyes remain hidden away,secretive even,while hers gleam emerald green,for all those to see.Shortly thereafter,she comes to the realization of the man's identity,one of countless names in her hours of research.She always had a knack of assimiliating the necessary intelligence for mission success.Nonetheless,being coy about it,especially toward the male counterparts,is always fun.Adjusting her hair to one side,she looks over to the directory on her left and finally addresses him.~>
L'après-midi(Afternoon).Top floor,s'il vous plaît?
<~Before long,the elevator begins its vertical ascent.~>
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Post by King Vegas on May 17, 2007 8:56:32 GMT -4
Quite the visual specimen she was, he had assessed in the brief moments of his sights upon the mystery woman as he stares upward towards the ceiling, a long drawn out sigh escapes his lips as he chuckles under his breath momentarily concerning a few...Thoughts of the current situation as the vessel continued to rise towards it's destination. A new talent perhaps? Secretary? Personal assistant? Perhaps not...Her mere presence seemed to suggest more, though he COULD be incorrect in his assumptions yes? Deciding to break the silence and be the courteous gentleman he was  , he speaks, never breaking his line of vision upward, broken only momentarily with the occasional gaze towards the numbers rising rapidly as they ascended towards the lady's chosen destination...Yours is a fresh face to lay eyes upon ma'am. A lovely one yes but...If I am not being too...Curious of course, might I ask the meaning of your presence here in beautiful Toronto, Canada my lady?...Executive position I gather?
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Post by cl on May 17, 2007 9:08:35 GMT -4
<~Men,always complimenting that which they don't understand  .~>I am here for the very reason you're here,and nothing more...<~Her lips curl mischievously,executive position?In due time...~>
<~She reiterates.~>...Nothing more, Monsieur Genevese.<~Name registered and divulged.Who knew? ~>
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Post by King Vegas on May 17, 2007 9:22:19 GMT -4
Now...We were getting somewhere. *Ahem* Her words registered in his thought process for a brief moment..."I am here for the very reason you're here,and nothing more"...Suffice to say it was a comment he wasn't exactly expecting if you will...Perhaps a little game was being played at his expense his thoughts suggested...Hmm...Is that so he thought...He pondered if the beauty even knew what she was actually saying with such a comment. He slightly moves his head in the woman's direction, not completely focusing his sights upon her, eyes downcast toward the floor of the vessel, over the top of his dark shades as he speaks...
Well I see you've done your research. That alone informs me of your persistence as well as your knowledge of what you are stepping into but...The comment suggesting your presence here was even remotely in the vicinity for the reasons of yours truly?...
A small chuckle escapes his lips, turning his line of vision back ahead of him towards the elevator doors as they continued their upward journey...He finishes with...
...Possible...Just not...Plausible...*Ahem*...Now...That it's been confirmed you know of the identity of Monsieur Genevese, I'm sure you would agree that the same should be said for I knowing of yours?...
Women...Always thinking that they were ever TRULY "in the loop"...Such a sad thing was it not?
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Post by cl on May 17, 2007 22:16:35 GMT -4
<~Personality and demeanor registered.He enjoys wording,then living his lies.Affirmative.The gathering of her intelligence has yet to fail her.~>
I'm but a young lass looking to get down and dirty,Monsieur Genevese.European wrestling is long since dead,and I cannot ignore the blood that courses through my body.
<~She takes a quick look at herself,making sure the self-proclaimed King would do the same.~>
And it'd be pretty foolish if I were to come here "out of the loop." Too bad I know better,I couldn't be anymore INSIDE of it.I would have to,survival of the fittest isn't just a compilations of words,it's a way of life for some.
<~Her words are followed by a wink,then the innocence she's been told of being very good at feigning crosses her eyes and mouth.~>
You are quite the artiste when it pertains to this business,hmm?Any pointers for little ol' me?I'd simply die if I were to make a bad first impression in Chez Angels.Advice from arguably the crème de la crème of Action Packed Wrestling would mean the world to me.
<~Coy.She averts her gaze back to each increasing lit number.~>
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Post by King Vegas on May 17, 2007 22:50:41 GMT -4
He just had to take the elevator today didn't he?...*Sigh* Ugh...Damn fans. He chuckles underneath his breath slightly, actually nearing the point of agitation in the presence of the young woman...He had offered up a bit of conversation just as...Common curtest yet...It had now turned into a...Mentoring program? Advice?...One most needed piece for the young woman would have been to respect those above as well as beyond you yet...He had to teach that lesson many...Many times before, so perhaps this should not have surprised him as it did...With the current flow of their impromptu exchange of words, he thought perhaps she'd be the next of his many "students" someday soon...His eyes roll in the back of his head, pondering the words that escaped her lips moments ago, his memory replaying his eye sight catching vision of her impressive form as she glanced herself over and as he replied...
Down...And Dirty you say? Hmm...Well you've certainly come to the right man for that miss...I apologize once again. You were not courteous enough to introduce yourself as of yet...First word of advice?...Manners dear...It's not all about...
His eyes dart to hers in seconds, glaring at her form from head to toe as he continues...
Appearance...*Ahem*Survival of the fittest is a way of life I believe you said...Correct mysterious one, correct...That very ideology is the very reason you're blessed with the presence of yours truly this very moment...Now...As for your...Inquiry of advice for making a LASTING first impression dear?...I'm quite sure if you remember this ONE thing...You'll be quite fine...Things...As well as people...
Once again allowing for his eyes to raise to meet hers, he finishes...
Aren't ALWAYS...What they seem to be...Sometimes you have to sift through the layers upon layers to truly comprehend what...Or WHOM...You are dealing with...Heh Heh...Then perhaps you will be able to...Maneuver to where you wish to be as well as those you wish to move...Keep those words close to you and I'm sure...You'll be MOST surprised...At what you find my lady...
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Post by cl on May 17, 2007 23:15:59 GMT -4
<~Hook,line,and sinker.Bravado is a defense mechanism for the truly lost.He may need to rectify that,sooner rather than later.She pouts,continuing her act.~>
Zut alors (Darn it)!See?It's better I did this now than then,hmm?Naïve moi. Bonjour, Camille LeFurgey.
<~Faux name divulged, registered.She extends her hand.~>
And are you insinuating that just because I'm a little pretty,I'll be using that to my advantage?You've got me all wrong.Boy, now I know I won't stand a chance during my interview...
<~She sighs, blowing away a strand of hair.Quite the actress.~>
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Post by King Vegas on May 17, 2007 23:29:55 GMT -4
He smiles slightly, watching the extension of her hand, his own returning the gesture as suddenly he had begun to enjoy the little..."Game" they were playing as of right now. Oh yes...It IS a game...Always is with women no? The brief handshake concludes, both of them returning to their original places of location as he retorts...
Of course not Camille...IF...I can call you Camille? Lovely, lovely name might I add... No matter, I insinuated nothing of the sort. Perhaps you just misinterpreted my statements and words of wisdom. I'm sure you'll do fine with your forthcoming interview...If you heed my words of advice that is...
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Post by cl on May 17, 2007 23:46:14 GMT -4
Thank you and of course you may.I'm sure your advice won't fail at all,and things will go as they should.You can't take exception to experience.
<~The "King" is by no means elusive, easily read like any novel.Subject is also known for his constant pauses (...).At least this shows he is attempting but failing to think before he speaks.That's a bonus, maybe?~>
By the way, I hear there are three Angels present at the top floor.You should be able to tell me who's more easy going,hmm?I'm really nervous,and the last thing I want to do is mess this up for me.I've traveled a long way to be turned around,this close.
<~His input to commence in 3...2...1...recording.~>
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Post by King Vegas on May 17, 2007 23:57:37 GMT -4
Heh Heh...Opportunity knocks...And the King shall open the door and answer the call...
The most easy going you say?...Hmmm, I'd have to place Ms. Chantell Angel in that category. Her two sisters are more...What's the word? For lack of a better term? Bitchy. Yes. That should suffice. Chantell believes herself to be the "leader" of the three from what I can tell. Yet she is clearly a child in need of a father figure as well as lifelong anger management sessions. She will be the one you would wish to speak with initially. Then make your way to the other two "Angels" if you will.
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Post by cl on May 18, 2007 0:14:08 GMT -4
<~Chantell Angel. Assumed Alpha Angel, registered.The other "bitches,"Casey and Candice Angel.Brains and Beauty respectively?She must meet the "Brawn" first.Stage set,and selected.~>
Chantell has anger management issues?So wouldn't that be the worst one to start off with?Sending me into the lion's pit at first go, Monsieur Genevese?
<~She gives him a playful backhand nudge on his broad arm.Firm, hmm.~>
Will she be cussing me into oblivion then?Guess I should remember that before I say anything inappropriate.Oh my, my nerves are getting the best of me...
<~Camille cups her hands, feigning to wipe away any perspiration from them.She succeeds in her attempt for a slight shiver,goosebumps and all.She looks back up to the panel above the doors,tall building.~>
Mind if I ask where you're headed?
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Post by King Vegas on May 18, 2007 0:28:27 GMT -4
His smile shines bright hearing her insinuating him possibly "setting her up"...Now as if King Vegas would do such a thing? He shakes his head slightly, feeling the soft nudge across his arm...Oh she was good now...Damn good...He replies with a faint trace of laughter and amusement present in his voice...
Of course not Camille. I'd never pull such a thing on such a lovely creature as yourself...No. I do believe your best chances are with Ms. Chantell, rather than her sisters Casey & Candice. Anger issues? Yes. Very much so. But please trust in my words when I say HER office should be your first one paid a visit to.
A quick glance towards the panel, he notices that they were mere moments from reaching the top floor, both of their destinations in actuallity...He turns his sights back to the young woman as he responds to her inquiry of his destination...
Same as you my lady, same as you...Different areas but the exact same floor. Just in need of a moment of reflection as well as a brief escape. I'm sure you can relate?...
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Post by cl on May 18, 2007 0:39:45 GMT -4
<~As she is about to respond,a light DING! interrupts her.The elevator has reached the desired destination.She smiles devilishly underneath her "worried" grin,before addressing Monsieur Genevese. The door slide opens as well.~>
Kings first?
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Post by King Vegas on May 18, 2007 0:47:39 GMT -4
He nods his head in the direction of the young woman. Courtesous yet...Of course the lady is always to lead the way I'm sure she is aware of, motioning his hand towards the opening created mere seconds ago, bowing to her slightly as his smirk subsides...
Oh no Camille, I insist my lady...After you...
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Post by cl on May 18, 2007 1:06:10 GMT -4
<~She accepts with a slight curtsy of her own,matching whatever sincerity in his bow.Stepping onto the floor,her eyes shift from right to left,analyzing the corridor,remembering the skematics of this facility.Realizing that Monsieur Genevese is right behind her,she quickly turns with a smile.~>
So...would you be a dear and show me where Madame Chantell dwells? Her bureau (office)?
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Post by King Vegas on May 18, 2007 1:17:46 GMT -4
His eyes widen slightly, hearing the request from the young lady. She was mere seconds away from his observation of her "assests" moments ago, as the smile on his face was still present. Clear evidence of where his mind was...And usually is...His eyes meet with hers once again, as he responds, quickening his pace slightly enough so that their strides are perfectly adjacent to one another...
I surely will ma'am...It would be my honor to do so...
He proceeds along with his new acquaintance?, further down the corridor, passing door after door, as well as worker after worker, most of which were of the male persuasion, eyes intently focused on the young beauty walking along side King Vegas.
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Post by cl on May 18, 2007 1:29:27 GMT -4
<~Mere feet in proximity of the Alpha Angel.She makes sure to keep her swagger as hidden away as she could,she deplores the attention.If only that were true.She continues to play the naive,that she wasn't being gawked at.~>
Any regrets in pursuing such a career, Monsieur Genevese?
<~Knowing so much about him,she could easily guess his answer.However,she bats her eyes at him,awaiting the "wisdom" he possesses.~>
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, he speaks, never breaking his line of vision upward, broken only momentarily with the occasional gaze towards the numbers rising rapidly as they ascended towards the lady's chosen destination...
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