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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 15. September 2015, 01:00 (211 Views) | |
| Gretel Esterhazy | Tuesday, 15. September 2015, 01:00 Post #1 |
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"Yes, I'd be quite pleased to hold." Doctor Gretel Esterhazy's gentle, well-modulated English had a soft Austrian accent just at the edge of the words. She had laid the preliminary groundwork for her presence in London, but knew that the tentative acceptance was as sheer and delicate as paper if she did not make a proper impression. While she held her cell phone to her ear, she was easing her way through the collection of attire that she had brought with her to her accepted temporary stay in Oxford. A prolonged home there was not possible, but Gretel had found an even deeper, less perused interest in the new murders and brutality staining London's streets. As she waited on her initial call, having carefully and subtly stated her interest to meet with Mr. Russo, she toyed with the edge of the sleeve of her most expensive gown. While certainly she would lean toward her finest to meet a Ventrue Primogen, she questioned its appropriateness. The ankle-length skirt and full length sleeves, decorated at the wrists with silver, made it far too much of a power dress. It looked expensive, yes, but also demanding to present to her elder and her better in a new city. Her attire needed to show instantly her respect and her willingness to be guided... She listened to the gentle hum of music in her ear.... Waiting patiently. Edited by Gretel Esterhazy, Tuesday, 15. September 2015, 03:18.
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| Elagabalus | Tuesday, 15. September 2015, 05:43 Post #2 |
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Marcus was in his bedroom, sitting at his desk, and pushing necessary paperwork. A glass of life and brandy rested on a coaster not far away from him. The phone on his desk rang and the light for line one started to blink. These phones weren't like his cell phone. He could push one button and then start talking. But these phones? What are those silly lights doing on this phone anyways? The landline in his bedroom never rings. Someone must have called the Club's line instead of his direct cell phone number. He picked up the phone and spoke into it without pushing the flashing button. "Hello..?" But there was no answer, just a dial tone.. He pushed one of the buttons that were not flashing on the phone.. "This is Marcus.." Still no answer. This made him grow a bit frustrated. He would have to tell Mr Cornwall to forward his calls to his cell phone after this embarrassing fiasco. He finally pushed the flashing button for line one. "Is somebody there? Hello?" |
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| Gretel Esterhazy | Tuesday, 15. September 2015, 05:58 Post #3 |
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Her fingernails, glittering like french manicured ice, hesitated as they leant toward another dress as she heard the sound of a voice on the line. A voice that sounded slightly annoyed. A faint touch of embarrassment started to form, a feeling that perhaps the last phone number she had found was old, or was not the correct line for direct communication. She should have been more careful. "Primogen Russo? This is Gretel Esterhazy, one of those once called the kingmakers." Gently and sincerity, she apologized for her misstep, "I am sorry for this roundabout method of contacting you. I have only recently cleared the Spartan trial and yours is the first of our great number I have contacted on my own. I'm certain I am at fault in the choice of phone number..." Her eyelashes fluttered, though he could not see them. Alright, she had made a mistake. Being forced to apologize so early meant she had best pick something with a shorter skirt, maybe pleated... and she needed to know, somehow, how tall he was. There was no risk of not being significantly shorter, but she wanted to cater her heels to the proper level of eye contact as best as possible. Edited by Gretel Esterhazy, Tuesday, 15. September 2015, 06:00.
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| Elagabalus | Tuesday, 15. September 2015, 06:30 Post #4 |
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There was a pleasant voice coming through the phone and seeping into his ear like honey. It was a woman's voice. Accented. Marcus loved accents other than his own. He perked up in his chair once he heard "kingmakers". This lovely accented voice belonged to one of his Kin. He quickly changed his tone to one that was more professional sounding. "No no, it's these phones, Miss.. Esterhazy was it? I'm sorry. These primitive block phones are just ridiculous at times. It's not your fault." Miss Esterhazy had just arrived to London. Pointing out the fact that this was her first phone call made all by herself, Marcus assumed the woman was still young. He questioned if Miss Esterhazy was seeking residence in London or if she was just passing through the domain and decided to show her respects while there. Either way, he was eager to meet her. But he wouldn't show any signs of that. He reclined back in his a bit and continued over the phone. "So how can I help you Miss Esterhazy? Nothing troubling you I hope." |
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| Gretel Esterhazy | Tuesday, 15. September 2015, 06:44 Post #5 |
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You can tell me how tall you are. As she spoke, nothing betraying a hint of the whirlwind in her mind, Gretel smiled and so the smile continued to pour into her conversation. "Sir, you are far too kind to excuse me. I do thank you." Alright, what jewelry? Old jewelry. Maybe the rubies Camilla gave her? The 1917 Russian ones? She had laid out the dress, and now settled, considering a pause in the crazy train of her cosmetic choices only respectful when actually speaking to another, elder, member of her Clan. "There is nothing troubling me at all. I have hoped to make some personal accomplishments in London, and I hoped that I might meet up with you to discuss this and to ensure that our interactions in the future bolster each other and give grace to those who grant the king's kiss." And how tall are you? |
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| Elagabalus | Tuesday, 15. September 2015, 07:40 Post #6 |
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Well mannered; humble; civil.. Only the elegant and the refined were embraced into the Ventrue bloodline. "Ah, I see. So you plan to settle in London then? That's wonderful news, Miss Esterhazy. Wonderful. Of course I can meet with you." He stood up from his seat, picked up phone, and hurried over to the closest mirror in his room. A quick check of his facial features and then a flash of his teeth went into the mirror. He placed the phone between his shoulder and ear to free one of his hands. He started to speak again as he lightly stroked one of his short sideburns with a single finger on that free hand while still looking in the mirror. He thought he looked marvelous. "How does tonight sound? I'm not doing anything anyways and good company is always welcome. Though, if you still need time to settle, then tomorrow evening would work just as fine. What would best fit your schedule Miss Esterhazy?" |
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| Gretel Esterhazy | Tuesday, 15. September 2015, 07:50 Post #7 |
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"If tonight is available for you, sir, I will be ready as soon as possible." She could not, after all, ask her Primogen to change around his schedule. The moment he mentioned tonight, she must do what she could to make it work, even though it meant scrambling and fumbling around in the dark of what she could detect before the meeting. She didn't even have a driver anymore! Oh... "In the concern that my presence might not be welcome, I have not yet found an appropriate assistant. Would it be impertinent for me to ask if you might send a car near the time you might wish to meet me?" It left all the power in Primogen Russo's hands, but she felt he would give her a time, which allowed her to prepare, and if he sent the car, she did not have to concern herself over being early or late. |
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| Elagabalus | Tuesday, 15. September 2015, 08:31 Post #8 |
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A corner of his mouth slide up into a smile. It was like hearing himself over the phone. When Marcus first arrived in London, he also requested accommodations be made for his arrival from then Primogen, Mr Jeremy Starling. He felt at the time that those accommodations should be provided by his Primogen due to him being in the same situation as Miss Esterhazy was in now; new to the domain, without any assistance, and requesting to meet with her Primogen within that Domain. Marcus still felt that way. He felt it was his duty to provide Miss Esterhazy with the same accommodations provided for him. "Of course, that wouldn't be a problem at all. I'll send a car right away. Don't concern yourself with the wait, Miss Esterhazy. The driver will wait as long as you like.. Uhh.., excuse me." He took the phone back in his hand and quickly turned around to face his desk again. He felt panicky, as if he was now being rushed. He had to write down the address of Miss Esterhazy in order to send the car. He needed to find an appropriate chauffeur service, at least straighten himself up a bit before she got there, and then he wondered if he should change suits or not. This was too much. [Presence: Summon - Mr Cornwall - Fail] He wished Mr Cornwall was there to take care of most of this. The ghoul was most likely down on the gambling floor, so shouting for his attention would be useless. He hurried back to his desk, placed the phone back down and grabbed a pen. "And where would you like me to send the driver, Miss Esterhazy? Do you have an address? A place near by perhaps?" He stood with the pen in hand, waiting to write down any address given. |
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| Gretel Esterhazy | Tuesday, 15. September 2015, 08:47 Post #9 |
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Immediately! She almost lost her balance. She needed time! She needed to dress, to do appropriate makeup, her hair... if she were mortal, her heart would be racing. Still, it would never do to complain about a superior's timetable. Somehow- somehow... she would have to make it work. She gave Primogen Russo her Bazalgette Court, Hammersmith, address, and immediately starting tearing the packed boxes of her shoes out, digging through them, throwing them around the room. How could she..? No, she'd choose the highest. It was in fashion, and being barely 1.55 m, she doubted she would become too tall to accompany him. "Grazie mille, Signore Russo." |
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| Elagabalus | Tuesday, 15. September 2015, 09:29 Post #10 |
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He wrote down the address she gave him and then let the pen fall out of his hand. He picked up the paper and studied the address he wrote for a second. He put some effort into trying to figure out where she was being picked up from, but he had no idea really. He would have to show the address to Mr Cornwall. The ghoul knew London better than Marcus did anyways. Nearing the end of their conversation, Miss Esterhazy suddenly surprised him by giving her thanks in Italian. He stood in shock for a moment. Every muscle in his face relaxed and his jaw slowly dropped. It was very pleasing to hear such a sophisticated language coming over the phone. He was impressed. He slowly brought back his smile. It was even bigger now. A very happy, teeth flashing, smile. "Siete i benvenuti, la signorina Esterhazy... Bye bye per ora."And it felt good to reply to her in such a sophisticated language. He softly hung up the phone and pushed it off to the side. He leaned on both hands over his desk and gave a little sigh while smiling. How pleasant. That phone call was like a little breath of fresh air. He was excited now. He snatched up the paper with the address, fixed himself in the mirror, then made his way downstairs to find Mr Cornwall. Marcus had things for him to do. |
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