omnisciency (omnisciency) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-05-18 20:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | media, radio |
Who: Media and Radio
Where: Radio's apartment
When: Early Sunday evening
Media’s arms were crossed over her chest as she stared at the door in front of her as though it were a personal offense. Wearing a black dress that brought to mind words like slinky, seductive and, most importantly, expensive she didn’t look like the type of woman to be in a building like this one. It wasn’t bad, hardly about to be condemned, but the silk gown with it’s low back and high slit did not fit in a hallway that wasn’t filled with antiques, marble floors and vaulted ceilings. She didn’t belong in a hallway that wasn’t filled with antiques, marble floors and vaulted ceilings but still, she stood in front of the unprepossessing door with her crossed arms and a vaguely irritated expression. And then she sighed, shoulders drooped, and a little smile appeared on her face. She raised a delicate hand and knocked, rather imperiously, on the sub-standard door.
It was only two knocks, and then she draped herself across the frame and waited. Their reservations were for seven thirty, and she was fully prepared to have to coerce him into something appropriate. Not that she foolish enough to believe that he owned anything appropriate. Oh no, she’d come prepared.