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Yeah I had that idea for if anyone kind of flops at the interview. Sorry Lucien! :P

Hahahaha yeah I'm loving the posts too!

And I'm not sure about this book, I'm not big on high fantasy haha. Idk, I'll see if I can find it in town or something.


Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond - Conference Room
Iliana... was not expecting this.

She had lost count of the amount of people who locked up in indecision. The amount of people who clenched their fist and gave some grand, meaningless speech. The amount of people who tried to demonstrate on her.

But these women...

Her eyes widened in shock and she brought her fingertips subconciously to her collarbone when Diane presented the drawing - her perfect representation in chalk. She stared in mild awe at Aria's firework display of red, black and white, hearts, clubs, diamonds and spades. Selan proved to be true to her word, giving possibly the best preformance Iliana had ever seen dispite it's spontanious nature. No wonder she was so famous already. Yes, they had to have her. They must have her.

The less said about Lucy the better. Her expression quickly darkened again at the display as she pushed Dylan's tablet back towards him. "Is this a joke to you?" Iliana hissed, her tone as cold as ice.

Xandra mercifully interrupted that one, before giving an extremely impressive show of balance which improved her mood again. Henrietta at least claimed to be exceptionally skilled with drinks, and with the names she gave she at least had a good knowledge. And Marcy...

“We have an audience.”

Iliana's eyes burned with annoyance. This was a private meeting! "How rude!" she huffed. Whatever. Let the woman stare at them, whoever she was. She will be having words later. She was a little embarrassed that Marcy noticed that and she didn't, but she supposed that just showed how observant the blonde was. She swapped her legs over, crossing them again in that same theatrical fashion. She then glanced back down at her notes for a moment. What an interesting group. Certainly the most interesting she had seen in a long while.

"You have all suprised me," she said finally, looking back up to them all. "I would love to interview you further, but we are out of time. I have other business to attend to. So, it seems we are at a dilemma."

Swinging her legs once more, she stood up and began to pace around the table again. She let her fingers trail across the group's shoulders as she passed, inspecting them intensely and up close. There was something which bothered her about Henrietta, and a little with Diane and Lucy too the more she thought about it. However...

"But you suprised me. I have been in this business for a while, so as you can imagine that is impressive. So, let us try something a little different." She stood facing them all, flicking her hair once more. "Peter!" she clapped her hands twice. "Open the door!"

The guard did as he was asked. Iliana paid no mind to this, however. "I think we should give you a test run. Business will pick up in around three hours, it will be a perfect opportunity to see you put those skills into motion. You will be fitted with your uniforms in two hours and given a quick briefing before you begin."

"At least, for some of you." She stared at Lucien, tapping her fingers against her arm. "You are a pretty face, Lucy dear. But I don't think you fit the role we were talking about. As soon as you open that mouth of yours... oh, it is dreadful, dear. We do however have another role which might be more... fitting to your talents. I assume you can at least scrub a toilet, yes? And Henrietta, I would like to start you off with barwork. You will both need to be fitted with uniforms as well, so make sure you are there in two hours time also. If all of you continue to impress, we might discuss matters further."

"And Selan, Marcy." She paused for a moment. These two were particularly stunning, even among this group. Any other day and she would have considered taking Aria... "You two are coming with me. I think my superior would be extremely pleased to meet you both. Good luck to you all," she gave one last bow, before striding back out of the room.

"Darling!" She called, coming to a stop in front of the broadly smiling Mordie. "Since you clearly have nothing better to do, could you please give our prospective employees a quick tour?" she gestured towards the group in the room. "Make sure you don't let them go anywhere they shouldn't be, wouldn't you?"

She then began to head off towards the stairs, expecting Selan and Marcus to catch up themselves. Time is money after all.
I suppose I'll just say now before I go bed, don't worry too much about my IC. Just be creative! I think what Iriana asked for is pretty broad, so you can do pretty much anything you think could make your character stand out.

Dang, now I want crepes too. And at least you had some moral support for the thunderstorms, Tae! Yeah, I dunno what I'd do about a tornado either.


Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond - Conference Room
Urgh.

Iliana rested her chin delicately on one hand, her other busily writing away in shorthand. She wasn't looking at what she was writing of course - no, she might miss something important. But she was very well practiced indeed.

So here they were, all doing the usual of spinning the question around to try and make themselves look better. Nothing she hadn't heard before, but she wasn't really asking what they were good at. Pah.

That was at least until the final two. Marcy's answer was probably the best she had heard so far - why yes, The Grande Diamond was the best. Of course it was. Even then, her answer was another of those she had heard countless times before. But the second...

“The money. I’ve heard the job pays well. I'm quite willing to do anything for good money.” Followed by quite a terrible wink.

At first, Iliana's stoic expression darkened, her pupils contracting with annoyance. Then, however...

She covered her mouth with her hand, giving out a small chuckle. She briefly wondered if this woman was taking it seriously, although the expression confirmed to her that yes, she was.

She clapped her hands together. The woman may be a little unfortunate with her thick waist and stocky frame, but she certainly liked the cut of her jib. "Now that is more like it, Henrietta dear. I don't want to hear what you think I want to hear, I want to hear honest answers. Even if you did lie about your age," she locked her eyes with Thunderhawk's. "I can tell, darling, even with all the makeup you've... plastered on. I'd say you're more 25, am I right? And yes you're right, we pay exceptionally well."

She interlocked her fingers under her chin, once more scrutinising them all. She had already picked out those she liked the most. And even among the others, her initial ranking had changed. However, she made no move to give anything away at all.

Gentle Diane, perhaps a bit nervous, every movement deliberate. Lively Aria, polite and full of confidence. Stunning Selan, an absolute gem of a beauty with a somewhat mysterious air about her. Playful Lucy - to be honest she could think of a few clients who would enjoy her company. The suprisingly saucy Xandra - the prosthetic arm she noticed during her walk was a little disconcerting, but she could think of a client or two for her too. Delicate Marcy, another absolute beauty and full of feminine charm. And Henrietta. Oh, Henrietta. She liked her already. The odd duck of the group. However...

"Now, my turn for honesty. Right now, not all of you seem suitable for the job. You will need to change my mind. I want actions and demonstrations, not words and empty promises. I want proactive people with initiative."

"I want you all to show me what you can do, not just tell me."

She locked her eyes with Selan in particular. Truth be told, she now recognised the songstress as the media's current darling, a woman who had apparently wooed the entire resort with a preformance with some man at La Macabaret. It would certainly be a good thing to take advantage of her 15 minutes of fame, especially with her beauty. But she didn't get to where she was by believing everything she was told. If she got a coin for every time some hack told her about their talent in something! She wanted to see this for herself.

"I want you all to show me you want this job, yes? Give me an example of your skills."

She put her pen back to the paper, looking back up to them all expectantly.


LIFE IS INDEED LIKE AN ONION

STINKY AND MAKES YOU CRY A LOT

OH I forgot avatar lol.

Uh. Yeah, I'll be honest the Aang-centric episodes aren't my favourites. Which is terrible since you know, he's the main main. But ah well. I enjoyed Winter Solstice Part 2 anyway, and yeah Iroh is a fantastic character in pretty much every way.
Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond - Conference Room
And so the group waited. While it wasn't a particularly long time it was a painfully awkward affair, with very few being willing to say anything. Was it nerves?

It wasn't the security guard's place to judge. Instead, he discreetly put his hand to his ear as his communicator buzzed to life. With a brief murmur in response he unlocked the door again with a subdued -click-, before pulling and holding the door open. The group could hear the sound of heels clicking briskly against the marble floor outside.

And finally, their interviewer had arrived.

"Lady Vasco," he bowed.

"Ah, you're ever so good to me, Peter. So, is this our group?"

A beautiful woman stepped through the threshold, regarding each of them carefully. She was slightly tall and slender, exaggerated somewhat by her rediculously tall heels. Her dress was a tapering affair, short at the front exposing most of her long legs, while it trailed along the floor at it's longest point at the back. She tossed her dark hair over her shoulder, her glossed lips pouting slightly.

"Well, this is certainly a mixed bag." She made no effort to hide her words, her light, pleasant voice taking on a slightly harsh edge. She then seemed to catch herself and gave a deep bow. "My deepest apologies for keeping you waiting, you took us all by suprise. My name is Iliana Vasco. You may call me Miss Vasco, or Lady Vasco."



She stepped forward until she was at the end of the table, allowing the guard to close and lock the door once more. While some of this group were smiling effortlessly, some of them looked a little more strained. She laughed a little, her laugh higher-pitched and musical. "Now, there is no need to look so nervous. You've all been to an interview before, yes? Although I must say I'm curious as to where you all heard we were hiring. We only publicly announced as such this morning..." she trailed off, although she looked expectantly towards the group for an answer.

She started to walk around the table, her fingers trailing across the backs of their seats as she went. Her fingernails were a bit short compared to how she otherwise presented herself, although they were immaculately painted none-the-less. Her eyes flicked from one to the other - from the gorgeous curvacious jet-haired woman, to the beautiful blonde with the delicate features, to the other beautiful blonde, the slender dark haired girl and the dark blue, curly haired woman...

Right down to the final blonde and dark haired girl. There was something slightly off about the former - although thanks to Selan's remarkable work she couldn't really place what it was right now. And the latter...

"You're rather plain," Iliana once more made no effort to lower her voice, coming to a stop by Xan and pulling her face towards her. Her gaze seemed to almost pierce through the metallurgist. "Very good facial structure though. We can work with that."

She released her grip and continued to walk, before coming to a stop by the chair at the end of the table. She sat down, swinging her legs rather theatrically across one another.

"As we don't have an appointment, let's keep things short. You all know what this job involves, yes? Our customers must be kept happy at all times, and it will be your jobs to ensure that happens. You must cater to their every whim, no matter how great or small. You will be the faces of The Grande Diamond, if you will. But of course you know this, you wouldn't be here otherwise, would you?" She laid out a sheet of paper in front of her, and readied a pen. Her eyes, however, remained fixed on the group. "So the basics for now. One at a time, I want you to walk the length of this room. As you do so I want your names, ages, and why you are applying for the job. Understand?"
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Anyway I hope everyone's having a good day! Now I'm off to work, big week rolls around really fast huh.



(Basically I spent the morning doodling and checking out gif sites I'm sorry)
Just a heads up I won't be posting tomorrow since thanks to GMT it's extremely unlikely I'll be able to get a post in after Pach but before work. What with Pach finishing his work at the same time I start mine. I've been having to move my sleeping pattern forwards to fix my timekeeping issue at work (so I don't get fired, you know), so finishing work at 11pm when I've been aiming to go bed between 11:30pm and midnight is lol dead. And definately no time for writing.

On the plus side I have next week off so more time for writing wooooooo!
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And Danni your video doesn't work in this country? Wierd. I bet Pach watched it before? *shrugs*



Los Paraisos: Outside The Grande Diamond
Moira's expression darkened as the men underwent their makeovers. Wait a minute...? None of them were even looking twice at Syed, did that mean?

"Ey, how am I supposed to get in?! We're stuck together, remember?"

"You're not," Thunderhawk replied shortly as he continued to fidget and generally be as awkward for Selan's deft hands as possible.

"Oh, come on. I mean... uh... yeah it'll be hard..." she grabbed Syed and pulled him down into a headlock, before poking at his prominent cheekbones and angular jawline. He squirmed and protested in response. "Can't we just... throw a veil on him or somethin'?"

"Hey!"

"It's not him," Thunderhawk growled.

"Er, you what?! Excuse me?!" Moira released her grip, an offended expression appearing on her features. She clenched her fists. "You think I'm gonna sit on my arse?!"

“So, ladies,” Dylan grinned. Blimey the guy made an alarmingly good woman, it was a bit strange really. Then again all of the guys who had recieved Selan's makeover were very convincing. Especially Marcus, it was difficult to picture him as a guy seeing him like that. “Are we ready to apply for our new jobs?"

Syed brushed himself off before biting his lip. "You'll need to get some details sorted before you go, like your names and things like that. You need the details about yourself to be watertight in case they ask, you don't want to get tripped up by the simple things." His gaze lowered to Dylan's feet. "...Like those heels. Did you guys need to get heels? That seems to be making things more complicated than they need to be..."

Syed looked back up to the building, rubbing at his arms despite the heat. He did wish he could join them despite Thunderhawk's warning, he wanted to be there to help and support if they needed him. But the others were right - his features were too striking and masculine, and Moira just wasn't the type of woman they'd let in. Or the type of woman who should be sent on a job like this at all. They really didn't have a place in a stealth mission like this, they'd cause people to be suspicious and possibly jepardise the whole thing. He sighed. Well, this plan was all they had.

"Good luck in there," he said seriously, locking his eyes with anyone who looked in his direction. He had paled a little with nerves, which was saying a bit with the tan he was starting to develop. "We'll be out here if anything happens, ok?" It was a mostly empty gesture. If it got to that point that was probably it, game over.

Oh please let this go as smoothly as it could. Oh please. He trusted Estelle to be able to look after herself, even in a situation like this. He trusted her to the end of Ddaear and back. But these kidnappers were a complete unknown quantity, and to be sending what was effectively an incognito SWAT team in to help her and Josette, with the somewhat chaotic nature the Pride had...?

Gods help them all.
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