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| Miss Congeniality: Gangrel Edition; Attn: Marcus Russo; Big Red Calls Mr. Russo for Lessons in Kindred Ettiquette | |
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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 26. May 2015, 18:59 (177 Views) | |
| Robyne | Tuesday, 26. May 2015, 18:59 Post #1 |
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Phone Call to Mr. Russo from Robyne Sheridan via cell phone from her haven. *Ring-ring ... ring-ring* (Goes to voice mail) "Hello Mr. Russo... this is Robyne Sheridan. We've met twice before. I'm the one who clumsily spilled wine on your custom tailored suit... and embarrassed herself at that Japanese restaurant the other night... anyhow... I was wondering... merely curious... just sort of considering... if you would be available to teach me how to be fancy-shmancy uber-polished so I can get back into the good graces of fine society. If you think it's an impossible task, I can understand... but you are probably the only fancy shmancy rich person I know who could probably show me a thing or two. If you can help, you can reach me at this number anytime and we can set up appointments somewhere where I can't possibly embarrass you or spill things on your suits. Have a good--" BEEP! *Ring-ring.... ring-ring* (Goes directly to voice mail) "Sorry... have a good evening. Oh and by the way, I promise to pay for the suit somehow..." Click |
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| Elagabalus | Friday, 5. June 2015, 04:08 Post #2 |
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He noticed the voicemail icon on his phone and then listened to the message. A complete look of confusion on his face as the first voicemail went on. Was Miss. Sheridan serious? "Fancy-shmancy"? He chuckled at that. A term he would have to share with Signore Bisset. The second voicemail came and he just shook his head. He wasn't quite positive if he could assist Miss. Sheridan with that specific task, but her use of the word "considering" was his main focus of it all. Who else was she considering? Did she have an option besides Marcus? If so, Who?? She stated he was the only person she knew that could help, but who would she turn to if he turned her down? He felt he could teach Miss. Sheridan a thing to two better than anybody else could. His pride was leading him towards actually accepting Miss. Sheridan's cry for help. With a look of disgust at himself, he replied back to Miss. Sheridan via text rather than a phone call. He didn't want to get caught on the phone talking for hours and hours.
Marcus sent the text hoping he wouldn't regret this.. He felt like he should contact the Anarch, Miss Leslie as a fall back option in the case Miss Sheridan proved to be to much to handle. At least her clanmate could take her from his site if she proved to be more than a hassle. |
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| Robyne | Friday, 5. June 2015, 19:18 Post #3 |
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Robyne felt a frantic vibration in her denim shorts and jumped, nearly dropping a sack of potting soil. Who would be calling or leaving a message at this hour, she wondered, setting her potting soil aside to check her phone. Aha! A reply! Oh goodie! Someone remembered her phone number! There was life outside the woods and haven! Robyne clicks on her menu options and finds a text message waiting for her. Her thumb presses the button and she narrows her eyes and reads... Well, well... it's Mr. Russo... Mr. Fancy-Shmancy! Seems he may be free this weekend at the Claremont Club for some lessons in... etiquette or manners. How lucky for her! And what a pain in the butt it would have been to try and find someone else! Who else but a Ventrue would know how to present in fine society? A Toreador? Maybe... if they didn't space out. Now of course she would owe Mr. Russo a favor or two... but considering how important it would be to return to the good graces of Kindred society and to have access to Muse again... it would be worth it, whatever the favor. The Claremont Club... she had never been there before... never heard of it. What sort of place was it and what sort of dress code did it have? Was it a nightclub? A supper club? A gentlemen's club? Fancy or informal? Hmmm... seems like she will need to go online and check it out. Robyne texts a reply: "Thanks Mr. Russo... Claremont Club... sometime this weekend... I'll visit and I'm sure you'll find me-- how can anyone miss someone with a head of explosive red curliness like mine? T-T-F-N." Now she'll have to rummage through her closets and find something decent to wear. |
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