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Post by shaungallagher on Jan 5, 2012 18:03:10 GMT -5
Hollywood, California. Cultural center of the United States, if not the world as far as popular culture was concerned. Yes it was from here that the world took its ques and its influences. What was popular? What should they wear?, What should they eat?...It was all subtlety dictated by the people who controlled this city.
Sure you would get naysayers who would claim that the world was Unique, and its cultures were far too varied and unique to be swallowed by the Juggernaut that was corporate Hollywood, but even they could not deny the changes that were now sweeping the world.
From atop their thrones this privileged one percent controlled the flow of the flow of the world's money through the clever guise of being entertainers.
They had built themselves a cultural empire the likes of which only a theocracy could compare. And so, content with their supremacy, these privileged few sat atop their thrones and indulged themselves.
And who better to indulge them, but Me.
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Shaun had spent the better part of the last few months in California, building up the connections and the clientele he needed to get his business off the ground. It was a slow start and relatively humble beginnings, as it always is. With only half a million dollars to invest in, what basically amounted to a cosmetic business, things were tough. It would have been easy enough to pull some strings and get some investment capital from otherwise, questionable, means, but Shaun couldn't afford that.
If their was even the slightest hint of illegitimacy concerning his venture his reputation would plummet. And reputation is everything.
For the last few months Shaun had worked under the radar. He offered his services to only the most privileged of clients, for the premium cost such Luxuries would afford. Through word of mouth his business continued to grow...soon he would have no reason to keep it secret anymore...
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Post by Stella Booth on Jan 7, 2012 0:39:52 GMT -5
Stella was in LA and had herd of a place that was helping people with all sorts of things with feel better poisons live forever drinks and what not she normally would say that it was just a scam and move on but…Stella still had Liam on her mind and with him on her mind her hole life had seemed to go to hell she had stopped taking care of her self she had stopped sleeping with everything that moved for a place to sleep she wanted to go back to Liam but she couldn’t bring herself to go back she get him hurt again and she cared to much about him for that.
She thought for awhile about this if this place said they could make people feel better and do all these wonderful things maybe they can help her forget just Liam or maybe more the last year if they couldn’t get her to forget one person and everything tied to it. Stella went to the building and walked in her hair was blood red but needed to be died again you where starting to see her brown hair show threw she was in a t-shirt with what appeared to be and what was blood splated in a nice design over it with some ripped up jeans she had a jacket on that had some rips in it that looked like they where ment to be there she had cleaned up a bit she needed to some how get them to give it to her weather it was her fighting her way there or her getting in someone pants for it she just needed this no matter what and as right now she was just playing nice.
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Post by shaungallagher on Jan 8, 2012 2:56:17 GMT -5
The building itself was a fairly humble establishment. It was a single story building painted beige with white columns holding up the archway to the entrance. In the front of the place right behind a circular driveway was a small fountain on which a a young stone lady poured what looked to be an urn into the fountain causing water to pour forth and cycle repeatedly within.
On the inside of the building was a reception area. The floor was marble and small plants and decorative pieces of rather expensive art lay strewn about the room on dark oak walls.
The establishment had an element of class to it not too uncommon for its premiere location, but subtle enough as to not stand out from the crowd. After all, this business prided itself on its exclusive clientele, and infringing on their privacy would simply not be good for business.
Standing behind the front desk, a young blonde receptionist looked up from her computer monitor "Do you have an appointment?" she chimed barely taking the time to look her recipient in the eye.
When she finally did get the chance to look the girl over however her demeanor immediately soured. It was clear almost immediately that this girl probably did not have an appointment, and was in fact, just a looky-loo or a tourist attempting to spot on of their clients. Her face stiffened as she waited for the girl's inevitably flimsy response.
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Post by Stella Booth on Jan 8, 2012 15:22:26 GMT -5
Stella didn’t care much about the building it self it was a bit hard to find but stella had her ways of getting around and getting what she wanted form people and she tended to use her same tactics in getting her way around hear. The way she saw it as nice as anything looked on the outside the people or what ever somewhere there was a weekness someone would pull a few strings somewhere all she had to do was find that weakness weather it was a lonely employ or maybe someone near the top who just wants a good time or for him not to die.
Stella walked up to the front desk the blond didn’t even seem to look at her when she talked witch kind of bugged Stella she dressed and acted so people whould notice her and she didn’t even look up from her dam computer Stella was pretty sure the blond was playing one of thouse farm games online that suck peoples lifes that she hurd so much about but never had gotten into if she was to much involed with her game then maybe Stella would need to show her why playing on computers is bad for you and get rid of it for her but that only if the blonde didn’t let Stella in.
“Nope but I’d like to make one if you don’t mind” Stella smiled at the woman. Stella could tell that the woman was not happy to see Stella hear but Stella was more then happy to prove her point that Stella was going to be hear no matter what anyone said to her about her not being hear and so far the woman was playing nice so stella was nice it was that simple.
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Post by shaungallagher on Jan 12, 2012 16:35:35 GMT -5
The blonde stared at the boorish girl coldly for a moment as if trying to take in what she just said. Then, after a moment's pause, she replied:
"One does not simply make an appointment here miss..." She paused for a moment as she inquired upon the girl's name, soon after however she seemed to lose interest in the mater, it wasn't like this girl was anything of importance, her name was irrelevant. The blonde picked up her glass of water slowly lowering it, giving her a cold stare before finishing her glass, and continuing on.
"You must be referred by one of our former clients, not to mention you must have a certain standing within our community." She looked at the girl snobbishly in a matter of fact way. "I'm afraid this place just isn't for people like you."
She returned herself to her computer giving the girl no more attention then she deserved. There were many more, far more important things to attend to. For one she had to get these health waiver's to corporate, and she decide, what to do for lunch.
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Post by Stella Booth on Jan 13, 2012 1:39:32 GMT -5
Did she say that this place wasn’t for people like her how dare she say that and with such a snobbish attitude Stella glared at the woman as she typed away at the computer she didn’t understand she needed this right now now now now. Stella was all red in the face almost as red as her hair before pop something in the computer went.
“What do you mean someone like me is there something wrong with me hmmm with all the barbie dolls in this dumb city and you turn down someone who expesesses themselves” a light blub just blew out. “you are going to make me an appointment you blonde haired robot or I promise you are going to reget it more then anything do you understand I’ll destroy a lot more then just this room” more and more items in the room started to implode on themselves causing glass to fly everywhere things starting to implode dangerously close to where the women was in her chair glass going everywhere and it was clear that stella was not going to leave with out a fight or getting what she wanted form the woman that being the simple appointment it didn’t matter her standing with there other clients it just mattered that she was going to get in.
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