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Post by MIKAIL HUSSAIN on Mar 11, 2015 4:00:05 GMT
LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS Competitive, sure, but generally speaking, Mikail wasn't exactly what others would consider as 'ambitious' or 'driven;' he was far more comfortable with accomplishing tasks at his own pace unless another individual proved to be a worthy opponent of sorts. He was an energy-matcher, and challenges were what motivated him. Above all else, luck had always been on the eighteen-year-old's side as far as his music career went. Said luck especially came, in full force, in the form of a lady two years ago: a pretty little lady who was about twice his age but somehow, perhaps due to the industry they were in and how 'high-maintenance' she was, only appeared a couple years his senior. Not at all a bad thing, of course, especially for someone as vain as the blacklette. The prettier his belongings looked, the better. Or maybe it was the other way around in their case; he was more her belonging, wasn't he? Then again, theirs was always a relationship of convenience since the beginning. A sharp turn around the corner brought him to the Oriole property; territory that he was more than comfortable roaming around. Turning off the engine of his car, one that was bought by the Queen herself, Mikail pulled out the key and then opened the vehicle door in one swift motion. Quick steps led him up the flight of stairs to the front door, which opened moments after he'd given the bell a few taps. "Here, don't wreck it or I'll have your head," he said to the maid as soon as the door was opened, shoving his coat into the woman's arms. "Or heart, whichever you prefer." he added with a playful wink, "Where is she? In the studio or the kitchen?" dark-coloured eyes blinked, "Not likely, since she's never cooked for me before... maybe a bath?"He stared at the maid for a moment but, just as the woman was about to answer his question, the blacklette grinned suddenly, "Ehh, no big deal, I'll just have to go and check for myself! Heh!"QUINN ORIOLE |
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Post by QUINN ORIOLE on Mar 13, 2015 4:37:31 GMT
 Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream Light laughter echoed in the farther halls of the house. Friendly chatter slowly calmed down as the woman’s guests rose to their feet and left. She waved them off, smiling with cheer form the excellent meals they had enjoyed and the business they had settled. Nothing too big, just appointments and a few talent pitches. Some minor advertising questions and what not. Whatever had been decided, it was other people’s jobs to deal with it. Her only role in the whole exchange to look out for her talent and be a voice to their concerns if any at all which was a bit rare honestly. The woman pushed away her empty plate, waiting for it to be taken away before resting her chin in her hand. As the businesspeople saw themselves out with the help of an incredibly flustered maid, she waited for her current appointment. Playing with her phone she made herself a few notes before putting it back to sleep and setting it down on the table. Quinn couldn’t help but snicker, overhearing the suggestion that she would be in the bath at this moment. Conveniently when Mikhail was coming to visit her? “In your dreams kiddo!” she yelled as he approached her. The woman gestured towards a seat next to her as the maid scurried past him to pick up some of the dirty dishes and do some more cleaning. “I suppose dining room would’ve been your next guess?” she asked waiting for the young man to take a seat. Quinn got comfortable, offering a playful grin before asking, “Now tell me, why has Prince Abubu grace me with his presence?” MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by MIKAIL HUSSAIN on Mar 16, 2015 3:54:46 GMT
LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS His steps that furthered him into the house came to a brief halt, then made a change in directions when he heard human noises. His blinking eyes briefly followed the guests before he turned his attention back to the front: a bit too late, however, as he almost walked into and knocked over the vase near a pillar. "Oh! Oh! Whoop-" hands frantically reached out so as to steady the decorative container, "Uh. What-?" eyes blinked once more in a stupid mannerism, his gaze flicking over to Quinn who was speaking to him. "What's too late?" he asked, staring at her, feeling rather dumbfounded. But then, suddenly, hands retrieved to his sides, Mikail straightened his back with wide eyes, "Am I late? Sorry! I didn't know! Did we say when we were gonna-"Wait. He didn't even call her before dropping by, did he? Shoulders sagged. "Don't scare me like that. I thought you were mad or something." he laughed through his teeth, feet moving forward and taking him to where his manager was seated. He sat down next to her as per instructed, "Actually, it's 'Prince Ali,' since that's what a few of the girls keep saying about some of my videos." he corrected, though blinked again and arched a brow at the elder woman, "Wait, was that sarcasm?"Head tilted momentarily in a contemplative manner, but his confusion was soon waved away when he recalled his manager's question, "Oh yeah! I actually just wanted to see you!" he said, beaming and turning fully in his chair in order to face Quinn, "'Cause I've been Googling names these days, including yours of course, and I realized that one of the Idle girls actually does all sorts of music so now I'm super interested in her! Well, doing a collab with her, anyway." said Mikail excitedly, starry-eyed with an almost-radiating face, "I don't really remember her name, but it starts with an M like mine? Her last name starts with an M, too, though: kinda like M & M?"At this, he gave a loud laugh to himself, "And I mean, I guess I was also hoping that you'd wait for me to have lunch," shoulders sagged once, Mikail's bottom lip pushed upward into a pout. Gaze turned to the maid on the side and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile again, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Can I have a coke and some fries? Chicken nuggets too if you can manage. Actually, make that two cokes and a chocolate sundae. I haven't had anything sweet all day and it's killing me." he said, waving a hand in the air at the servant as though he was ordering from a fast food restaurant. QUINN ORIOLE |
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Post by QUINN ORIOLE on Mar 21, 2015 4:06:21 GMT
Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream The diva only waved her other hand, dismissing his worries. Quinn doubted she could ever really be mad at Mikhail. Sure he was a little cheeky at times, but he was just an 18 year old kid. Most teenagers, especially those as talented at Mikhail, were a little cheeky at times. Or in his case, all the time. Mikhail could be annoying and even sometimes irritating but never infuriating. He hadn’t done something incredibly stupid just yet, but there was always hope he never would. She let out a snort at his correction. Quinn only smirked giving him a slight nod, affirming his guess that she was indeed being sarcastic. “Yes, your highness Prince Ali. I know your actual name.” she declared with a dramatic sigh. The teenager’s suggestion immediately made her smile proudly, happy that the boy was finally taking some initiative on his own. She would happily arrange this collaboration. “That sounds fantastic. I’ll look into it for you…as soon as I figure out who the hell you’re talking about.” Quin praised before quieting down once more. She listened attentively, only glancing away once to look at the maid as she entered to clear away the table. Looking back, she gave Mikhail another small nod before her eye brows scrunched together in concentration. “M&M from Idle huh?” she repeated slowly before straightening up in her chair. She stopped flashing a grin at the youtuber. “Did you message me you’d be coming today? I don’t quite remember if you did…” the woman replied, trailing off as if in deep thought before shrugging it off. Quinn only looked at the maid giving her a nod before adding, “Bring me a refill too please.” She added before focusing her attention back on Mikhail. “Now let’s see here, honey…Mmmm….Mallika I think is who you’re talking about?” the manager asked before pausing as she retrieved the facts she’d stored in her memory about the artist. “Idle records up and coming something or other. I don’t remember if she dabbled in acting as well…” she said, now mostly speaking to herself. As the maid rushed back in, quickly enough with their orders she looked over at the boy’s meal for a moment. IF one could even call it that. “You know, that’s not exactly lunch Mike.” She said with a small laugh. The complaint about waiting for him to partake a meal already forgotten as she looked over the teenager’s treats. “So what kind of collab were you thinking of? I don’t think I could get her to agree to do anything other than a studio thing. You don’t know her that well.” Quinn asked, before taking a drink of her glass. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by MIKAIL HUSSAIN on Mar 24, 2015 3:48:42 GMT
LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS The eighteen-year-old immediately beamed (or, more so than he already did, anyway) at Quinn's quick agreement. Hands shot over to grab one of hers, holding it in his own, "You're the best," he said loudly, eyes sparkling as he vertically shook the connection between their limbs, "Like, the best." an emphasis, as though to reconfirm his gratitude. When the question of whether he had messaged her about his arrival came, Mikail flinched, letting go of Quinn's hand rather quickly, "Uh! As a matter of fact, I didn't, actually," brows pushed together and there sat a worried look upon his face, corners of his mouth curling downward just slightly, "Is that bad? I mean, it kinda just came to me earlier. Doing a collab with that girl, that is. Well, I guess I've been thinking about it but I never remembered to tell you until-" he gulped, and nervously twiddled with his thumb for a moment, "Okay! I admit, I was hungry when I realized that I hadn't told you and I thought I'd just, y'know, drop-by, and-"There was another pause to his words when something in his manager's phrases jumped out to him, "Mallika! That's it! I dunno how to pronounce her last name though; these things are always so hard and I feel like I always get them wrong. Actually, even 'Mallika' is a mouthful. D'you think she'd get mad if I called her, like, 'Mall?'" dark eyes squinted and he was off in his own little world again as Quinn fed him with information on the girl's background... until his orders suddenly appeared before him, that is; how long had he actually spaced out for? "Magic!" he exclaimed, eyes lit up and hands quickly. He proceeded on stuffing a few fries into his grinning mouth, "Kinda like me. Get it? Magic Mike? Heh!" he gave a laugh, amused at the little reference he had made to his own stage name, "Nah, it's totally lunch when I haven't had anything to eat since like, two hours ago," could he be considered as a 'glutton,' even? But, in his defence, he was what they would call a 'growing boy.' Besides, he hit the gym often enough that junk food should be the least of his problems. Or so he believed, anyway. After a spoonful of sundae, which was washed down by a mouthful (or two) of coke, the eighteen-year-old sniffed a little and finally returned his attention to Quinn, "I dunno. She does anything and everything, right? So we'll go with pop just 'cause that's my specialty: all the easier for me, see? Sometimes I think that maybe I should start delving into bubblegum pop one of these days. Start a boy band or something. I mean, One-D has Zayn Malik too, so why wouldn't I be a hit, especially when I have this trustworthy guy?" he said, lifting one of his (rather greasy) hands to give his turban a quick pat. At this, he flashed Quinn a large grin then took a bite from a chicken nugget, "Y'think Rouxster'd be interested in that stuff? What would his selling point even be, though? The green hair, prolly. I bet girls'd wanna know if his pubes are the same colour." eyes blinked, and he ate the rest of that chicken nugget thoughtfully, gaze rolling up to the ceiling, "... Actually, I'm kinda curious too. Aren't you? I should text him and ask, huh?"QUINN ORIOLE[he's so all over the place jfc.] |
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