Cora Byers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hide_and_seek) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} lineof_fire_rpg,@ 2008-03-15 13:42:00 |
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Cora and Jakob @ the Night Owl.
Who. Cora & Jakob
What. Cora is looking for a man wearing wing-tip shoes
Where. The Night Owl
When. Friday Night
Rating. TBA
Open. To Megan/Jakob
“No, seriously, I only have three months to live”
A lanky dark-haired man attempted to put the moves on Cora as she pushed her way past the crowd waiting outside of the Night Owl, she was there on business, however even if she hadn’t, she never would have believed that the man had three months to live. She half turned, glancing back over at her shoulder at her admirer, “And I could be hit by a bus tomorrow, do you really think I’m going to waste what potentially little time I have by going home with you?” Stopping in front of the bouncer at the door, Cora flashed him a playful grin, “Are you going to let me in, or am I going to have to flash you my boobs again?” she kept her shirt on, and the bouncer waved her in.
Cora had been conducting business at the Night Owl for almost a year. The Night Owl was her way of weeding out the fodder - if she was contacted by a potential client that she wasn’t familiar with, she asked them to go to the Night Owl and wear an item of clothing of her choosing so that she could easily identify them in the crowd; sometimes it was a scarf, sometime a fedora, or a shirt of a particular color. Tonight it was a pair of black and white wing-tip shoes. She glanced down at the ground and began her search. Prior to that night, she’d never really taken notice of what kind of shoes other people wore; there were some hideous looking shoes on the dance floor that night.
Prior to that night, she’d also never attempted to walk through a crown while staring only at other people’s feet, which is exactly why she walked smack-bang into Jakob Lange.
Who. Cora & Jakob
What. Cora is looking for a man wearing wing-tip shoes
Where. The Night Owl
When. Friday Night
Rating. TBA
Open. To Megan/Jakob
“No, seriously, I only have three months to live”
A lanky dark-haired man attempted to put the moves on Cora as she pushed her way past the crowd waiting outside of the Night Owl, she was there on business, however even if she hadn’t, she never would have believed that the man had three months to live. She half turned, glancing back over at her shoulder at her admirer, “And I could be hit by a bus tomorrow, do you really think I’m going to waste what potentially little time I have by going home with you?” Stopping in front of the bouncer at the door, Cora flashed him a playful grin, “Are you going to let me in, or am I going to have to flash you my boobs again?” she kept her shirt on, and the bouncer waved her in.
Cora had been conducting business at the Night Owl for almost a year. The Night Owl was her way of weeding out the fodder - if she was contacted by a potential client that she wasn’t familiar with, she asked them to go to the Night Owl and wear an item of clothing of her choosing so that she could easily identify them in the crowd; sometimes it was a scarf, sometime a fedora, or a shirt of a particular color. Tonight it was a pair of black and white wing-tip shoes. She glanced down at the ground and began her search. Prior to that night, she’d never really taken notice of what kind of shoes other people wore; there were some hideous looking shoes on the dance floor that night.
Prior to that night, she’d also never attempted to walk through a crown while staring only at other people’s feet, which is exactly why she walked smack-bang into Jakob Lange.