Donovan Rookwood (impulse) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-10-12 19:24:00

Hobgoblins
“Oh…crap! Crap, crap, craaaaap…”

The words spilled out of Andryanna’s mouth as she bolted down the street, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. Her blonde hair kept falling into her eyes, causing her to constantly raise her arm to push the strands back behind her ear, getting them out of her way so she could see where she was going. The time on her clock was 20 minutes passed where it was supposed to be, and she knew that she had to run if she wanted to make sure that the entire band didn’t get up and leave. She had been trying so hard to not do something stupid like this; to not be late on her their first meeting. But, things kept coming up, and she hadn’t been able to leave her other appointment until a few minutes ago. She did have other clients, after all!

Skidding to a halt in front of the Leaky Cauldron, she once again hoisted her bag up on her shoulder and caught her breath before walking inside. She pulled the door open and stepped inside, clearing her throat as she scanned the area. It was fairly empty inside, except for the members of the band and a few other patrons. No one was paying much attention to the group, since…well, none of them were screaming women throwing themselves at them. Actually, Andryanna was the only female in the place. She didn’t stick out or anything. Nope.

Approaching the group, she looked around at all of them, pushing her hair back again. “Um…hello. You’re the Hobgoblins, aren’t you?” She gave them a quaint smile, hoping they didn’t think she was a groupie or anything.

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rocksuperstar
2008-10-13 05:50 am UTC (link)

So here they were, at the meeting spot where they and their new manager had agreed to meet. And this bloke was late. Kirby shifted away from Win's outstretched fingers, and leaned back on his chair precariously, the two legs of his chair and his careful balancing the only thing allowing him from crashing to the floor. He glanced at the clock again. He may be a member of a rock group, but he was never one to appreciate tardiness.

To pass the wait time, he started looking around the old tavern, allowing his gaze to rest on each person. It was practically empty, so that got old real fast - until a really, really pretty blond woman walked into the room. He straightened up, allowing his chair to fall to the floor with a thud. They had some gorgeous groupies in the past, but wow!

Don't blame the guy, he hadn't had much female interaction at all, save for a trip to St. Mungo's where his Healer's assistant had done a physical on him. This whole celibacy thing was absolute bollocks.

"Why, yes we are," Kirby drawled, pushing his horn-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. He flashed her a smile. "Nice to meet you."

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