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 Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 8:35 am
A small and comfy room, placed strategically near the show room. In fact, on the farthest side of the room was a door that opened up to a balcony over looking the show room below.
This was often where she could be found, her desk covered in papers, feathered pens (which she insisted were so much more reliable than factory made pens), books full of notes about sales buys etc. etc.
Even though by nature the room was unorganized and perhaps some would go so far as to say it was messy, there was a bit of charm to it.
Her desk was of cherry wood, the corners (when visible) had golden trim for decoration. Her own chair was of the same wood, with dark blue velvet.
The chair in front of the desk, which was usually stacked in books, was an exact replica of her own.
Not many come in here, which may be why she doesn't feel the need to humor people's desire to keep things clean and tidy. She simply didn't allow chats in here unless they were of the business nature.
In truth this room reflected everything Lady Kitara was... a business woman.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 12:40 pm
((Did you not call me to this office?))
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 8:56 am
((Yes, I just was not home last night in order to follow through with the rp.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 10:38 am
Lady Kitara was sitting in her chair, her fingers running through her golden tresses as she stared vacantly out the small stained glass window that overlooked the garden below.
She seemed to be in a sort of mediation, as the feathered pen in her hand swayed to and fro in her other hand. Her eyes looking distant for the longest time until finally the pen fell from her fingers to the desk, making a soft sound that broke the trance of silence.
She blinked a few times, let go of her hair, and picked up the pen once again. And as if she had not spent the past ten minutes day dreaming at all, she began to write hastily, never pausing a moment as her pen jotted down different notes and details about the usual business.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 3:20 pm
There was a knock at the door, Vince behind it with a stately manner of standing. He didn't wear his cloak, just his white shirt and burgandy vest. The ribbon around his collar was tied into a bow and to say the least, he was french. His silver hair was tied back with a ribbon, making his green eyes look even more fierce. Since this is such a short post I'll add that Im listening to Hall Om Mig by Nanne Gronvall...
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 3:27 pm
Lady Kitara stopped writing, sat the pen down and looked up.
"Come in."
She said sharply, not rude, but certainly to the point as she sat her hands on the desk and weaved them together, waiting patiently as she straightened herself out so she was facing the door when it opened.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 3:34 pm
Vince opened the door and entered, standing in front of the door before closing it. It was a sort of habit- he was always very quiet when going around the mansion, trying to dodge certain servants. His eyes went over the room briefly, taking note of what was around him, just in case something happened. He didn't have his dagger, so he had to make sure he'd have a way of defending himself. It was like that all his life. Standing a few feet away from the door he looked at Lady Kitara, opening his mouth only slightly to greet her.
"You called me here, my lady." He said in his usual soft tone.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 3:38 pm
A small smirk crossed over her lips as she noticed his cautious stature.
"Have no fear Sir, I have no plans to attack you." She then raised her hand and gestured to the empty chair across from her. "Please sit."
After waiting a moment she leaned back, placing her hands in her lap as she thought and then finally spoke, "You've been creating a bit of gossip amongst the guards, however, I like to go straight to the source."
She straightened again and looked him directly in the eye, "What is it you plan to do here?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 4:08 pm
"I'm merely here to purchase slaves." He said lightl, taking a seat. He put his hand to his cheek, just another small habit. "I know the worth of a slave when I see one... Though there is nothing illegal to you that goes on. When I purchase them, the select of them, I have them study in certain fields. After three years, if I see determination in their eyes I send them to the royal courts..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 4:12 pm
Lady Kitara held a hand up to her lips and muffled a soft chuckle.
"Oh goodness no, nothing illegal at all." She took in a deep breath and shook her head as she composed herself. "Well then if you have no desire to be nothing better or worse than the other slavers in the Playhouse then I have nothing to speak with you about."
With that she waved him out, and before he even left she had completely refocused herself on her work, ignoring him before he had even stepped out or responded.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 4:23 pm
Vince smirked and stood up. Before leaving he said lightly. "Amazing what lies from a snake can do. I'll see you around." With that he slipped out of her office, leaving nothing where he once was. It was as if he wasn't there at all...
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 4:32 pm
The woman smiled as she continued writing then finally looked up as a guard stepped in from the balcony door.
He bent down next to her side and whispered something in her ear. She straightened a bit and nodded.
"That'll do." She said softly and continued to work, apparently unphased.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 8:58 am
Watashi wa Uzumaki Naruto desu! Mathew knocked on the door. This hopeless slave was coming to her to ask for a place to stay and then be sold or given away.He looked down after he knocked and felt his neck. He had no collar on and it looked like he was free so he was hoping she would listen. Dattebayo!
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