[color=aba000][/color][hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Emma Avril Jameson[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=6ecff6]Location: Adelaide Airport[/color][/b] 
[b][color=6ecff6]Interacting With: [@LemonZest1337] (as Jacob Hamilton) [/color][/b][/center][hr][hr]

Emma turns and sees a rugged man, totally her type. But not Cerise's. [i][color=6ecff6]Wait, not Cerise's type and my type? This is awesome.[/color][/i] She thinks. She stutters for five seconds until she speaks. [color=6ecff6]"Well G'day to you to mate as well."[/color] She says in a chipper tone. [color=6ecff6]"I originally was here on work for a VERY demanding snooty fashion designer so I could use some relaxation as I just got here. Look I know this is a big order but can you just help me out? I can pay you and write it off as a business expense? My boss never gives me anything of note on where I'm going. I'm Emma by the way."[/color] She squeaks holding out her hand. Her smile beaming with hope.

[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=aba000][center]Cerise Baptiste[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=aba000]Location: London, some dirty alleyway[/color][/b] 
[b][color=aba000]Interacting With: [@Dark Light] Clayton Radshaw [/color][/b][/center][hr][hr]

Cerise looks down at the half-beaten man her divine sense detected (hence the plane to London that cost a fortune just to alter, silly girl). He was rough around the edges, would've been VERY sexy and valuable in the 80s when men could have hair and not be called a creep. [color=aba000]"Need a hand? Some bonbons, anything dear?[/color] She hoped the man would get her subtle flirtation and if that didn't get him, a dear would. [color=aba000][i]I hope he can withstand some of the drama that goes with being a model.[/i][/color] She thought. [color=aba000]"May I hold you if you can barely stand up? I think it's best that the police not get involved."[/color] So many attempts to win him over already, Cerise hoped her hard sale pays off.