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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jul 1, 2009 11:26:02 GMT -6
Sitting in Hanley’s, Pauley waited for her manager and mentor, Sherry Jules, to arrive. Dressed in her usual all black, with her black hair down and framing her pale face, she peered through the curtain with pink eyes. In her messenger bag were the photos she hoped would be sold. While it was true that she was a successful photographer and made good money when she sold a piece, recent events had drained her savings a bit. After finding her boyfriend beaten, bruised and raped, Pauley had dropped everything to take care of him. While he was unconscience at the hospital, she had learned he didn’t have health insurance, so she paid his medical bills before he found out. Then having food delivered almost every day for weeks and buying new clothes, emptied her wallet more. So the color blind artist was in dire need of some cash. Not that she was complaining; she would do it all again if she had to, without question.
Sherry arrived and the two ordered coffee. As Sherry looked over her work, Pauley’s mind wondered to where Cian was. When she left, he had been on the couch trying to figure out how to work the Wii. She hoped he was still there, and still safe. Sipping at her coffee, she nodded as her mentor critiqued her work, but in all loved it. That was good news. She was informed that Sherry would get in contact with a few of the local galleries and set up all that needed to be done so her photos would be sold. Pauley’s manager left, and she stay, her coffee still in hand. It was nice to get out of the house, and it was a nice day out, so she watched out the window as people walked by.
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Post by Hayden James Leone on Jul 23, 2009 21:30:41 GMT -6
Hayden had just exited the taxi, after paying the fee, and moved toward the door of the coffee shop, walking inside, and up to the counter. He ordered his coffee, and as he waited, he gave the place a glance. Upon seeing the artist and her manager, he was intrigued. Intrigued enough to have a chat with the artist, for one of them had something to do with art. His attention returned to the clerk, when the guy had spoken. Hayden had then paid for his coffee, and moved to a solitary table, where he had decided to sit, and wait for his client. But, not far after he had sat down, his client had arrived.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jul 25, 2009 13:22:02 GMT -6
Pauley watched as an attractive young man entered the coffee shop. Her mind was already elsewhere and she barely listened as her manager ranted on over things that made no sense. Glad to see Sherry leave, Pauley sipped at her coffee, watching the man from the corner of her eye. He had been joined by someone else, and it looked as if a heated discussion was taking place. But she couldn't be sure. Finishing off her coffee, she went to counter to order another. She just didn't want to go home just yet.
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Post by Hayden James Leone on Jul 25, 2009 14:11:31 GMT -6
As time passed, Hayden had been joined by an older gentleman, which looked to be in his fifties. He was wearing a black suit, a pair of shades, and a cowboy hat. The conversation maybe lasted about five minutes, ending with the older man giving the younger man a thick, sealed, and brown envelope. The gentleman promptly left the coffee shop. Hayden was then left, finishing his coffee. He then went back up to the counter, after noticing the artist.
"Hey miss," he spoke, as he through the empty cup in the garbage, "but did it hurt?"
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jul 25, 2009 14:18:47 GMT -6
She ordered another black coffee to go, and stepped out of the way while she waited. A voice made her spin around, already jumpy from things that had happened of late. She turned to see the young man who had walked in alone, trying from the sound of it, to hit on her. Her lip twitched and they curved into a slight smile. "Did what hurt? Throwing my coffee cup away?" Her number was called, and she took her coffee, holding it within her small hands.
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Post by Hayden James Leone on Jul 25, 2009 17:03:38 GMT -6
"No," Hayden spoke, with a grin, "when you fell from heaven." He winked, eying the artist again, as he held his right hand out, waiting for hers. "You can call me Hayden. Why on't you come to my apartment with me."
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jul 25, 2009 18:06:48 GMT -6
Chuckling, the young woman took the extended hand and shook it firmly. "That was sweet of you, but I am happily dating someone. And I'm Pauley. It is nice to meet you, though. a bit of advice, find a new pick up line. I knew that one from a mile away." She laughed softly, letting her hand fall back to her side.
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Post by Hayden James Leone on Jul 25, 2009 23:33:15 GMT -6
"Oh," Hayden said, after finding out that she was seeing someone. Not knowing what else to say, or do, he shook Pauley's hand. "So I'm new to town here, where do all the single chicks hang?"He had asked, before noticing that his envelope was on the table, where he had been sitting. Hayden made a dash for the table, snatching it up before an old lady had a chance to pick it up. With a quick apology to the lady, he then made his way back to Pauley.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jul 25, 2009 23:44:46 GMT -6
KNowing what kind of work her boyfriend did set Pauley on her guard to watch for anything strange, and so watched with masked curiosity as the man dashed to his table to get the envelop and hurried back. Something was off about the guy. Smiling politely, she shrugged. "I really wouldn't know where to go for that. I know there is a club somewhere around, I have been to it once." At the mention of the club, Pauley smiled to herself, remembering what a night that had been. "There is also the mall, and the number of other spots. Honestly, I don't think I'm the one to ask about that. I met my boyfriend when one of us asked for a light on our cigarettes."
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Post by Hayden James Leone on Jul 26, 2009 6:10:27 GMT -6
"Well, just wondering," Hayden responded, glancing around at the shop, "so do you come here often?" He usually never spoke to a girl like this. He usually would be able to get them to swoon over him, then take them up to his love nest, and make sweet, sweet love to them. Ah, life of a bachelor. What other life was there. He had stopped, however, with his love chat, out of respect for the couple, mostly because he didn't enjoy stepping on the other guy's toes. It could possibly lead ta black eye. And black eyes didn't match Hayden. Not at all.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jul 26, 2009 13:14:54 GMT -6
Nodding, Pauley smiled, glad the subject had been changed. Sitting back down at the table she had just vacated, she motioned for him to join her. "I come here often enough I suppose. I meet my agent here every so often. Plus they have the best coffee." To make her point, she took a sip of her coffee and smiled. "I don't know why people ask for all kinds of crazy things when black is really the best."
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Post by Hayden James Leone on Jul 26, 2009 13:54:12 GMT -6
Hayden had moved over to Pauley's table, when she motioned to him, taking a seat. "So, from what I saw, you're a photographer. Does that produce a good income? I shoot...portraits, and I was wondering if it was a good career to live on here." He had hoped that he had covered his slip up alright, hoping that Pauley hadn't noticed.
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