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Sorry for the long silence, replies will come soon when things are getting a little easier on me! :)
8 yrs ago
REPLIES COME SLOW FOR THIS WEEK! I'm in France due to work c:
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I'm working from Monday till Friday from 0800 till 1700 this summer, so replies may come slow during the day.
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If you don't mind slaughtering my precious family then please start xD
XD hahaha I'd be fairly interested really xD
And sorry about the elevator part!
And sorry about the elevator part!
I adore what you wrote xD I absolutely loved it.
I really don't know what it is. Because I don't really make a big problem out of him being underaged. I think it's because most of my characters are at least 18- 19 years old.
Nah, we can keep it on 16. I'll just have to pay more attention when I mention his age :P
Nah, we can keep it on 16. I'll just have to pay more attention when I mention his age :P
Will had slowly looked up when he heard the elevator arriving. A pleasant sounding ding was heard in the silent waiting room just before the doors opened and a trio stepped out. Almost instantly the young man had frowned at the strange sight of the three people. There was this young woman with flaming red hair. The fact she seemed somewhat ruffled made her look like she had just gotten out of school, but she still looked older than the jet black haired boy. He was wearing a suit that didn’t fit him at well and his glasses kept sliding down. The appearance of the two made Will look like a classy guy, which relieved him, with his suit clinging neatly to his body. Actually.. It wasn’t even a complete suit. He wasn’t really a fan of the jackets. He’d wear vests though, but he felt extremely uncomfortable with suits if he had to be honest.
Then his eyes fell upon the person in the middle. He was impressively tall. Even though he hadn’t even spoken to the man yet he already respected him in some way. His eyes trailed over his suited body, as if he had been born in the bloody thing, before looking up to his face again. He was holding something in his hand. Will couldn’t immediately make out what it was, but it was something work related.
He heard the soft conversation and inaudible babbling of the two smaller ‘helpers’ next to the man. What they said was a complete mystery to the young man with his neatly curled hair. The man said something back in a soft voice. Will couldn’t help but doubt himself and his hearing as the two seemed to have no trouble whatsoever to actually hear him. He himself had to pay close attention and he still couldn’t make up a word.
It was only when they came closer that he could hear what exactly they were talking about. But, just a little bit of it was truly understood by him. He just scratched the back of his neck and adjusted himself in his seat. He slowly just started to play with his buttons as he lowered his gaze to the floor.
When he simply felt the man gazing at him he slowly lifted his hazel gaze to look back at him. He could see the man criticizing him, which only made him straighten his back a bit. Then he was told to sit in the seat at the other side of the, quite beautiful looking, coffee table. So got himself out of the chair and picked up the bag he had set down next to him on the ground. Calmly he walked over to the other man and gave him a small nod as a greeting. He wasn’t quite sure what else to do if he had to be honest with himself. Then slowly he sat himself down and carefully dropped the bag next to him again. Almost immediately, as if it was a reflex, he crossed his legs and ran his fingers through his hair. Before the two could even really start the interview a loud bang was sounded through the hallway. It had almost scared the living soul out of the young man, but he restored himself quite easily.
Will gazed towards the elevator, which had been the source of the sound, and arched his eyebrow a bit when Almost automatically he tilted his head at the sight of a man in a bright red suit. His black hair was respectively long and kept back in a ponytail. There were two bangs hanging down either side of his face and contoured his jaw. His eyes were dark and skin alabaster.
Somewhat impressed Will was listening to the men. He wasn’t sure what to think, but it was actually quite amusing to watch from a distance. He had to do his best not to grin though. He honestly had no idea whether that would cause a positive or bad reaction. He just decided to watch his steps for now. He had almost opened his mouth to say something about the glass, but decided to bite his tongue and just watch the two argue. The one calm and patient while the other was snarling and growling, not trying to understand the other man’s point. It was quite interesting, really.
When the man disappeared again and the conversation had returned to him he had noticed that he was looking quite blank for a moment. Before letting out a soft hum and think about what he was going to answer to the question. His mind was still with the two arguing men and the sudden chance had somewhat startled him for a moment. Will ran his hands through his dark brown curls and then opened his mouth. “Both my mother and brother are into fashion. My mother has her own little company in France while my brother is a model in Australia. I was always interested in the branch and my dream was actually to follow into my brother’s step. But I wasn’t as lucky. They told me I wasn’t tall enough.” He shrugged lightly as if he didn’t care. “So when I heard someone was needed here, at Takashi’s modelling agency, I was eager to apply for the job. Even if it isn’t what I had wanted to become in the first place, it’s close enough and I’ll work just as hard to accomplish the things I’ll be assigned to. It’s just as important if you’d ask me.”
Maybe he should have prepared himself for these questions…
Then his eyes fell upon the person in the middle. He was impressively tall. Even though he hadn’t even spoken to the man yet he already respected him in some way. His eyes trailed over his suited body, as if he had been born in the bloody thing, before looking up to his face again. He was holding something in his hand. Will couldn’t immediately make out what it was, but it was something work related.
He heard the soft conversation and inaudible babbling of the two smaller ‘helpers’ next to the man. What they said was a complete mystery to the young man with his neatly curled hair. The man said something back in a soft voice. Will couldn’t help but doubt himself and his hearing as the two seemed to have no trouble whatsoever to actually hear him. He himself had to pay close attention and he still couldn’t make up a word.
It was only when they came closer that he could hear what exactly they were talking about. But, just a little bit of it was truly understood by him. He just scratched the back of his neck and adjusted himself in his seat. He slowly just started to play with his buttons as he lowered his gaze to the floor.
When he simply felt the man gazing at him he slowly lifted his hazel gaze to look back at him. He could see the man criticizing him, which only made him straighten his back a bit. Then he was told to sit in the seat at the other side of the, quite beautiful looking, coffee table. So got himself out of the chair and picked up the bag he had set down next to him on the ground. Calmly he walked over to the other man and gave him a small nod as a greeting. He wasn’t quite sure what else to do if he had to be honest with himself. Then slowly he sat himself down and carefully dropped the bag next to him again. Almost immediately, as if it was a reflex, he crossed his legs and ran his fingers through his hair. Before the two could even really start the interview a loud bang was sounded through the hallway. It had almost scared the living soul out of the young man, but he restored himself quite easily.
Will gazed towards the elevator, which had been the source of the sound, and arched his eyebrow a bit when Almost automatically he tilted his head at the sight of a man in a bright red suit. His black hair was respectively long and kept back in a ponytail. There were two bangs hanging down either side of his face and contoured his jaw. His eyes were dark and skin alabaster.
Somewhat impressed Will was listening to the men. He wasn’t sure what to think, but it was actually quite amusing to watch from a distance. He had to do his best not to grin though. He honestly had no idea whether that would cause a positive or bad reaction. He just decided to watch his steps for now. He had almost opened his mouth to say something about the glass, but decided to bite his tongue and just watch the two argue. The one calm and patient while the other was snarling and growling, not trying to understand the other man’s point. It was quite interesting, really.
When the man disappeared again and the conversation had returned to him he had noticed that he was looking quite blank for a moment. Before letting out a soft hum and think about what he was going to answer to the question. His mind was still with the two arguing men and the sudden chance had somewhat startled him for a moment. Will ran his hands through his dark brown curls and then opened his mouth. “Both my mother and brother are into fashion. My mother has her own little company in France while my brother is a model in Australia. I was always interested in the branch and my dream was actually to follow into my brother’s step. But I wasn’t as lucky. They told me I wasn’t tall enough.” He shrugged lightly as if he didn’t care. “So when I heard someone was needed here, at Takashi’s modelling agency, I was eager to apply for the job. Even if it isn’t what I had wanted to become in the first place, it’s close enough and I’ll work just as hard to accomplish the things I’ll be assigned to. It’s just as important if you’d ask me.”
Maybe he should have prepared himself for these questions…
I have no idea why I keep doing this xD WHYYY?!
For some sort of reason I don't know what the number 16 is. Damn me xD
For some sort of reason I don't know what the number 16 is. Damn me xD
The small apartment was silent. Then again, the alarm had not yet sounded those early hours that day. More precisely a Monday. The apartment consisted of a living room, a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and a small hallway. That was it. It just contained everything that one needed to actually survive. The living room’s walls were mostly white, but one had been painted a dark red. One of the white walls contained two windows that lighted up the room a lot. The floor was made out of oaken wood. There was a black couch and chair, a TV, a wooden coffee table and a few paintings. The kitchen was quite basic. He had a fridge, coffee machine, oven and so on. He ate at the small table that stood against the window through which he had a nice view over the city. The hallway had nothing special to it. Bathroom neither. His bedroom was quite basic as well. A closet, TV, a bunch of photo’s, a desk with laptop and a chair. Then there was the bed. It was a king sized with one man in it. A man that had spread himself out on it with and was just partially covered by his blankets. A man who would soon be rudely awoken by his alarm clock.
And thus, after several minutes the most hated sound in the morning rang through the apartment. Soon a deep groan followed as the man came to live. He rolled on his stomach and reached over for his alarm clock to turn it off. Then he slowly opened his hazel eyes to see the time. Today would be an important day and he really couldn’t afford to be late. He had an hour to get everything ready. Slowly the brunette pushed himself up from the bed and groaned once again. Mornings.. He hated them.
The man who was just mentioned was named Will Barnett, a 20 years old Englishman who had moved to America from a very young age. Fortunately he still had his accent which made him stand out and sound classier than he actually was. He lived alone. He had lived like that for quite a long time in his opinion. Of course that wasn’t quite true. He had only moved out 18 years ago. His brother had always been around to help him however he could. But now that his older brother was in Australia to work as a model, he was quite the handsome man, he hadn’t seen him for a long time. They did, however, contact each other every night. Asking each other how things were doing and whether something interesting had happened that day. Will himself didn’t often have anything to tell his brother, but he was always very willing to listen to his stories.
After half an hour Will had managed to take a shower, eat breakfast and brush his teeth. In the other 30 minutes he had left he’d dress himself in his nice, mid grey, suit and white shirt. He’d wear black shoes that day. Maybe a boring look, but it fitted him quite well. He wore his hair messy yet surprisingly classy. The sides of his dark brown hair were shorter than the top, which made him constantly run his fingers through it as it just felt really nice, soft and silky. Some were cursed with their curls but Will was obviously blessed with them as he just rocked the look.
He checked the clock and thought for a moment. He had a job interview that day. He could walk to the company if he’d leave right at that moment or he could take a cab. No, he preferred walking. Thus he grabbed his geeky glasses and his leather messenger bag before he turned off all of the lamps in the apartment and locked the door. Minutes later he had made his way down the building and outside. It was a fine day. A fine, warm day. He calculated how long it would take to get to the building. He still had quite a while and actually reconsidered to grab a coffee at Starbucks, but eventually decided not to. He followed the busy streets to the high building where he’d have his job interview in- he checked his phone- 15 minutes.
He entered the building through the main entrance and asked at the information desk where he could find Mr. Takashi or Sylus for his job interview. Eventually he was escorted there by another man. Apparently they didn’t trust him to go on his own. Great. He was then brought to the waiting room and told to sit down and wait until someone had time to talk to him. Will expected the man to then leave, but he stayed where he was. It made him feel quite uncomfortable. For a moment his hazel eyes were locked upon those of the other man to see whether he’d leave if he’d just stare at him, but he had no success and thus looked away. Was he supposed to look at his phone? Was he supposed to just stare at the walls and wait?
Instead he decided to look around him. The hallway was long and contained several doors. In front of one, at the end of the hallway, there was a desk with a comfortable looking desk. Then there was someone’s name on the door. He couldn’t quite see what it said, but he just guessed it was the office of Mr. Takashi. That made him wonder with whom he would speak that day.
And thus, after several minutes the most hated sound in the morning rang through the apartment. Soon a deep groan followed as the man came to live. He rolled on his stomach and reached over for his alarm clock to turn it off. Then he slowly opened his hazel eyes to see the time. Today would be an important day and he really couldn’t afford to be late. He had an hour to get everything ready. Slowly the brunette pushed himself up from the bed and groaned once again. Mornings.. He hated them.
The man who was just mentioned was named Will Barnett, a 20 years old Englishman who had moved to America from a very young age. Fortunately he still had his accent which made him stand out and sound classier than he actually was. He lived alone. He had lived like that for quite a long time in his opinion. Of course that wasn’t quite true. He had only moved out 18 years ago. His brother had always been around to help him however he could. But now that his older brother was in Australia to work as a model, he was quite the handsome man, he hadn’t seen him for a long time. They did, however, contact each other every night. Asking each other how things were doing and whether something interesting had happened that day. Will himself didn’t often have anything to tell his brother, but he was always very willing to listen to his stories.
After half an hour Will had managed to take a shower, eat breakfast and brush his teeth. In the other 30 minutes he had left he’d dress himself in his nice, mid grey, suit and white shirt. He’d wear black shoes that day. Maybe a boring look, but it fitted him quite well. He wore his hair messy yet surprisingly classy. The sides of his dark brown hair were shorter than the top, which made him constantly run his fingers through it as it just felt really nice, soft and silky. Some were cursed with their curls but Will was obviously blessed with them as he just rocked the look.
He checked the clock and thought for a moment. He had a job interview that day. He could walk to the company if he’d leave right at that moment or he could take a cab. No, he preferred walking. Thus he grabbed his geeky glasses and his leather messenger bag before he turned off all of the lamps in the apartment and locked the door. Minutes later he had made his way down the building and outside. It was a fine day. A fine, warm day. He calculated how long it would take to get to the building. He still had quite a while and actually reconsidered to grab a coffee at Starbucks, but eventually decided not to. He followed the busy streets to the high building where he’d have his job interview in- he checked his phone- 15 minutes.
He entered the building through the main entrance and asked at the information desk where he could find Mr. Takashi or Sylus for his job interview. Eventually he was escorted there by another man. Apparently they didn’t trust him to go on his own. Great. He was then brought to the waiting room and told to sit down and wait until someone had time to talk to him. Will expected the man to then leave, but he stayed where he was. It made him feel quite uncomfortable. For a moment his hazel eyes were locked upon those of the other man to see whether he’d leave if he’d just stare at him, but he had no success and thus looked away. Was he supposed to look at his phone? Was he supposed to just stare at the walls and wait?
Instead he decided to look around him. The hallway was long and contained several doors. In front of one, at the end of the hallway, there was a desk with a comfortable looking desk. Then there was someone’s name on the door. He couldn’t quite see what it said, but he just guessed it was the office of Mr. Takashi. That made him wonder with whom he would speak that day.
I don't really mind. If you want me to start I'll start. I just have a few more things to do before I can post ;)
I made him 19 in the CS.
Alright, I'll make the CS. I'll make em tonight, my time.
Have a good day at work and I'll talk to you later. Next to that, good night :P
Have a good day at work and I'll talk to you later. Next to that, good night :P
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