Storm Rider
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Post by Vivienne Sasaki on Nov 11, 2016 23:34:19 GMT -5
 | if you freely can give something, it means you have freedom |
A sight one could not see every day at the airport. A maid being frisked and searcged by security. What with all the ruffles being able to hide. So far they had found a blanket, but nothing more. She had also said it would be fine right there. She did not want to waste time. And if the girl was disturbed by it or annoyed, it did not show on her face. An unwavering professional looking gentle smile on her lips. Naturally she knew the woman who was searching her, but she also knew she had to. But it ended without finding any more in her clothes and so she could take her things and move on.
Her mission was quite important today after all. She was acting as a stand in for Mr. Miyamoto, a nice elderly man who worked for the university and whose job also included showing new foreign students around. Having called Vy because his grandchild had gotten sick and he wanted to be there with the family. Vy had agreed in exchange for him owing her. And she took a steep rate on that. But usually it balanced out with all the small tasks she helped with aside from that. Last time she had gotten free decision on room and dorm. Now situated perfectly well for her own self and the other two people with her. Away from the main bustle, but close to the exit. Making buying groceries and such much easier.
Pulling out a sign from under her frilly clothing, she held it up. Clyde Quinn, what an interesting name, she thought and wondered what he would be like. Due to the hectic of the plea for help, she had not gotten any other information, but the arrival time, where his apartement would be and his name. Having written it down right away. She was not too good with names and sometimes got characters mixed up. Aside from Hikari, there were barely any people who made her want to retain such information about them. But then again, she was barely a year from being confined to the mansion, she had been born and then worked in, from her early childhood. She would slowly have to get used to so many people being in the world. Each day more thankful she had parted with that part of her life.
Looking at the time table, Clyde should arrive shortly. Barely any delay, outside was a nice, if cold autumn day. Perfect for landing. Holding the sign in front of her chest, she excused herself as she worked her way to the front without any visible effort, sliding through the waiting crowd so fluently it looked as if she walked through people. Now to see and wait for her charge, hoping he did not speak a too foreign language. She might be fluent in several of them, for serving all kinds of guests, but she would not claim to know enough to become arrogant about it. Brushing over her long skirt, she fixed the cute maid cap on top of her head and fixed the exiting passengers with her steel blue eyes, the professional smile indelibly ingrained on her lips.
tag(s) : Clyde Quinn --- words: some --- notes: nothing unusual to see here~ |
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Storm Rider
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Post by Clyde Quinn on Nov 17, 2016 14:42:31 GMT -5
Clyde had just gotten off the plane, going from France and heading all the way over to Japan was a long ride and he'd just woken up not too long ago. Clyde wore a pair of black pants while his white shirt stuck to his toned body, on his left arm his dragon tattoo as it spiraled up, people could only see the tail if they didn't bother to ask. However if someone had been interested they would be able to see on his left shoulder blade it spiraled up to see the dragon's face. Along with this he wore a pair of black sunglasses as he walked down a hallway that would soon lead him to the main lobby where someone should of been waiting for him. The Gravity child thought to himself what this person that was going to pick him up looked like. He almost kinda assumed that it would be the guy who he talked to over the phone, it was some kinda Mr. Miyamoto? He hadn't talked to really anyone else regarding his education and he hadn't gotten word about who would pick him up or any kind of change. In fact, he'd just been told to look for a sign with his name on it. It didn't take but a minute for him to make it into the lobby, but then he realized the likelihood of him finding the person immediately was slim to none. Not to mentions none of the things he hated most was here- crowds. Crowds tended to make Clyde agitated and quick to anger, but most of the time he could ignore them! And finally after a few minutes he saw a peculiar sight- a maid. The maid, for some reason, had a piece of paper with his name on it. Because of this Clyde gave it a shrug before approaching the maid and giving her a raise eyebrow, he was looking at her and reviewing her over and over again so he could decide what would be the best course of action. After all, he didn't want to be rude to someone he just met, as well as his only tour guide to the city. "I see you are my tour guide?"Again he went silent before having to ask, "What's with the whole maid thing?..."MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Storm Rider
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Post by Vivienne Sasaki on Nov 17, 2016 15:39:04 GMT -5
| if you freely can give something, it means you have freedom |
Having waited there for only half an hour by now, a very intrepid looking man suddenly appeared in front of her. Dressed in black and red and quite stylish to boot. For the wrong kind of location. People swarming all around them in suits and expensive looking designer dresses. Naturally, Vy did not even think about it. She was too used to this to mind and too professional to care. Noticing his scrutinizing look, she could not keep herself from making a slight curtsy and nodding. Smiling at the young man.
"It would appear to be so, Mister Quinn. I am sorry, truely for this slight change, please forgive it. Mister Miyamoto had a familial problem at hand and asked me to stand in." Tilting her head slightly to the side, a confused look on her face, placing a finger on her lip as if in thought, long eyelashes moving a little. The perfect picture of being a woman, knowing her strong points, who is troubled by someone´s difficult behaviour. "I do not exactly understand the question. Is there something wrong with my appearance? I hope it is all satisfactory, the clothes are freshly washed, pressed and ironed."
Ah, she wondered why she felt like teasing the young man, but she had the sudden urge to do so. Picking up her skirt a tiny bit and moving it around a little she looked at it as if she was searching stains. The ruffles moving and making sounds, the crowd backing off from her even more. Some in awe, some with annoyed expressions. Several taking pictures of the scene. "But please, do tell me while we are on the way. This way, Mister Quinn." Letting her skirt go, she did another curtsy, half for the cameras and half because it was proper. Folding her hands on her skirt and starting to walk in the direction of the exit.
tag(s) : Clyde Quinn --- words: some --- notes: nothing unusual to see here~ |
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