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Mar 28, 2015 18:02:47 GMT
Post by WILLIAM HURST on Mar 28, 2015 18:02:47 GMT
will sits in one of wolfgang's conference rooms bored, scowling, and stirring the contents of his bowl with displeasure and disgust. when he is told to expect 'cheerio like cereal', food colouring and poison is not acceptable. it's as if preservatives are recreating the la tomatina festival in his mouth.
he tilts his head back and glares at the uncomfortable man standing behind him. will leans back on his chair in hopes the wheels would step on his toes.
when it doesn't work, he sticks his tongue out at him; all of a sudden the chair jumps back upright. he drops his bowl on the table, deliberately making a 'bang' to mark the end of his twenty something minute struggle against hunger and fake cheerios.
some of the milk spills out and dribbles onto the glass table (which looks more like a brittle magic mirror). he leans closer, suddenly caught in wonder and awe at the phenomenon as if expecting the chocolate milk to unnaturally bubble and reveal itself to be, as expected, magic broth from a witch's cauldron.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2015 3:35:41 GMT
she wraps her jacket tighter around herself in the walk across the street and into the studio. her hair is a tangled windblown halo around her head, and she smooths it haphazardly as she pulls open the heavy door to the conference room.
the atmosphere is uncomfortable, and violetta checks her watch, confirms she is, in fact, right on time. looks the others over, confirms that she is, in fact, underdressed.
looking at the man seated at the head of the table, and she picks a seat on the side, nearest. she puts her backpack on the table, and then carefully pushes it a little distance from the puddling milk before glancing up at the man. "hi. william hurst, right?" she holds out a hand. "i'm violetta."
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Mar 30, 2015 16:59:17 GMT
Post by WILLIAM HURST on Mar 30, 2015 16:59:17 GMT
he does not look up when he hears the doors open, nor does he blink twice when the very real presence literally sits centimeters away.
though eventually, he does look up and he does study her composure, much like an orphaned child trying to unnerve the new foster parents. first the extended hand, then the careless clothing, atrocious hair and disgusting informality. he huffs. raises an eyebrow in the most unnatural manner.
he frowns, and slaps her hand away with a refined nonchalance. he frowns, looks her up and down again with the subtlety of a bobble head.
"you don't look like a 'pop' star." he says with as much mockery as spite. it does bother him that when the words leave his mouth, he sounded like he cared one bit.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2015 3:18:05 GMT
she studies his expression with a furrow brow - it's easy enough to gauge, but before her mind has circled round to the thought that he doesn't seem to like her much, he bats her hand away. violetta's lips part as if to say something, only to stare back in uncertain silence. violetta exchanges a look with the manager before sitting back in her seat, hands in her lap. "um," not that she hasn't been told that before. not with so much malice. "sorry?" she says, spiteful insincerity creeping into her own tone. WILLIAM HURST |
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Post by WILLIAM HURST on Apr 3, 2015 22:57:13 GMT
he grabs her hand amidst her insincerity, forces open her palm and traces the lines on her hand like he knew what a marriage line was or if palmistry was the study of the mind or some plant. his general displeasure doesn't try and leave him.
"you're a liar." he says finally, studying her hand as if it an intricate piece of art which had told him so. his sigh is long and just as deliberate. "we have to watch the lies if we are to work together," he says with some airy sense of finality. he gives her a glimpse.
"do you sing canaries, or do you sing snakes? it is of most importance for me to be informed on matters like this."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 21:29:52 GMT
violetta tries to pull her hand back half-heartedly, before letting it fall limp in his hold, more out of curiosity of what he's going to do next. she's heard william to be eccentric - but she figured everyone in the industry was. quirking a brow, she finally frees her hand, glancing into her palm as if to see the secrets he's unfurled. of course, there's nothing but the same tired lines. "you haven't heard me sing?" she'd have thought he'd at least like to know what he was working with. WILLIAM HURST |
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Post by WILLIAM HURST on Apr 9, 2015 17:52:54 GMT
his index finger goes to tap the center of violetta's forehead in a steady rhythm; a move that felt more like a victorian esque medical procedure to figure out if there were bugs in the brain than something from an average conversation between strangers. or something. sinister. a one two, a one two three four.
"it's just a voice," he says, voice following his man made cadence. "i'll make it better, regardless."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2015 3:14:33 GMT
she's already slumped back in her seat, but she tries to lean further than the chair's back will allow when he jabs at her. the milk is still trickling closer to the table's edges, and violetta pulls her bag into her lap, pushes her seat back. "so, you've no idea what you're working with?" she says flatly - violetta wouldn't have expected him to be so flippant, but neither does he give off the impression of being in it for the money. in her mind, she's reciting his credentials, trying to justify this. WILLIAM HURST |
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