[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color] Al Fishawi'[/center][hr]

[Color=DF0101]"You poor thing then, good thing you decided to come out for some fresh air. Or I could always help you rehearse them, if that would make it less dull? And yes, the screen surely will wait for you. I'm surprised aren't filming one right here?"[/color] Haakon began cutting into his food, trying to discerne what it actually was from the look and smell of it. He concluded it was not pork, and that was as far as he got before Josephine continued. 

[Color=DF0101]"Oh? What kind of new machines and techiques are they introducing to the silver screen now then? Sound? Are you sure it will be a hit though?"[/color] Haakon said to her, taking another sip of his coffee. He had only seen one film with sound added to it, but he was far from impressed by it; the sound was not synchronized to the picture, and far from loud enough. [Color=DF0101]"You have strange dreams too, kjære? Then we are two; I guess the change of landscape likes to fiddle with our minds. Good thing they're just dreams, and besides what harm could a simple ring forebode?"[/color]

Haakon chuckled at that last remark, taking another sip of coffee and looking at Josephine, smiling. Nah, dreams of rings were of little concern to him; he thought more about what he could write about Josephine.