[img]http://i.imgur.com/8MXlskf.png[/img] [u][b]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: ???[/b][/u] “Well well, if it isn’t my favourite girl Heather,” Bart leaned back in his chair, propping his feet back on top of the embankment of controls for the monitors, casually looking through his magazine as the other rolled up more and more of his noodles with his chopsticks. Heather O’Roark. Diligent, dutiful and reliable, if but to a fault, she single mindingly focus on the job first, and fun last. That was something Bart could get behind, compared to his other companions who enjoyed wiling away their time on pointless frivolities, although Heather was simply a tad too high strung. She needed to loosen up more, as if cracking a smile would kill her, although it certainly helped maintain their group’s reputation with all the work she would do to make up for Bart’s own lack of. Either way, Bart had made himself a promise an eternity ago that he would be the one to force a smile to crack on her lips... somehow. “Mistress wants a green tea?” Bart replied, returning his eyes to his magazine and picturing Heather’s head atop the many lovely portraits inside. His chair swung just so that he, and the magazine, were out of his partner’s view. “Sure, I can get you a green tea, if you give me a back and foot massage.” --- [img]http://i.imgur.com/JSWBWb3.png[/img] [u][b]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: Ground Floor: Conference Room[/b][/u] He felt his entire body tense up the moment she entered the room. He knew that the ease in which they originally got into the building would be a small feint for much harder trials within, but he hadn’t expected to have his disguise and mannerisms scrutinised by a woman like this quite so early. And a woman like Lady Vasco… Thunderhawk knew all too well. The kind of women he would have his eyes locked on to the moment he’d seen them. The type that commanded attention whilst subtly glancing over and taking notice of a hundred different details about you. The type that looked down on you. The type that was just like [i]her[/i]. He watched Selan pace up and down the conference room, following Dylan and Aria, and with Lucien and Xandra following. He took note of the way in which they swaggered, their hips rocking from side to side, and their chest bounced up and down, along with that sultry turn and wink back to their interviewer in an attempt to charm and gain her approval. He took great care and attention to observe all of this, with the hope that he could somehow, magically replicate it so as to not have their ruse busted from the outset. And he promised, that was the only reason he ogled his partners so intensely. ‘Huh, Aria and Selan really do have it going on… shame about their personalities, though.’ Thunderhawk mused to himself. ‘Even Xandra’s more woman then I thought she was. Was she acting like Aria just then? Is… is that what I should do? Try to impersonate Aria and Selan…? Can I? Can I- oh shit, it’s my turn now isn’t it?!’ [img]http://i.imgur.com/xQfN4de.png[/img] Thunderhawk was snapped out of his reverie once he realised that after Marcus finished his walk, it would be his turn, and the spotlight was centered squarely on him. He… he wasn’t ready. He couldn’t be ready. How in the world could he have thought he’d be able to masquerade as a woman?! “The reason why I’d like to work here, at the Grande Diamond, is that there’s no finer establishment on the entire island… if not the entire world.” Marcus explained, with his uncannily on pitch feminine voice and delicately subtle mannerisms. It was frightening how good he was. “If one is to work, should it not be at the best?” He slowly turned, gracefully stepping foot over foot back to his seat, leaving all eyes on attention resting firmly on Thunderhawk. This… this was the moment of truth. He gulped, and rose from his seat. It was forntunate indeed that Aria had recommended the long dress – not to mask the hairiness of his legs but to obscure the shaking of his knees. ‘Deep breath, Hawk, deep breath. You can do this. You’re a C… well, D Rank Guilder. And a bit of subterfuge is nothing for a D Rank Guilder.’ His chest fell as he exhaled, and his eyes flicked open with a spark of unbridled determination. He started to walk forwards, from one end of the table to the other, doing his best to follow in the footsteps of his allies and show ‘the goods’ for Lady Vasco to be able to see quite clearly. And then, centring himself as he did, he spoke. And by the gods, it wasn’t actually terrible. “My name is Henrietta, age 23. As for the reason I am applying for this job, well…” His mind suddenly stopped, coming to a blank on what to say next. He needed something. Something good. Something convincing, that would help not only keep any suspicion away, but to make sure it couldn’t have a chance of igniting in the first place. He thought back over his partners’ various reasons. He could copy one of theirs, wording it slightly different, and the result would be perfectly okay, wouldn’t it? But then it also risked the chance of sounding… well, boring. And knowing the type of woman Lady Vasco was like Thunderhawk did, they couldn’t stomach boredom. Their time was precious. Far too precious to be witnessing the same thing over and over. They had to see something different and interesting. Something that left an impression. Instead of appealing to her as a simple job interviewer… Thunderhawk decided to try honesty and respect (of a sorts). Instead of trying to charm and butter her up with politeness as the others had, he would appeal to her more personally and truthfully (...well, again, of a sorts). “The money. I’ve heard the job pays well. I'm quite willing to do anything for good money.” He winked.