Chapter 1: Awkward At First Stare
She gazed at herself in the bathroom mirror, watching her midnight hair curl over her brush. The mirror mimicked her image as her eyes slid down her body, tracing every curve to ensure that every artikel of clothing was in place. The maroon key-hole camisole was tight- fitting, but loose enough to tease the male mind. It matched perfectly with her dark mid-driff jacket. She looked lastly to her dark-wash denim jeans, they fit her petite curves flawlessly. She had an interview this morning, for a part in a movie a few hours away. After about 10 minit of making faces and posing, she checked her watch: 7:34. She had to be to the briefing sejak 8:30. She didn't know what to take with her, would she be staying somewhere?
"Nah." she muttered, closing the door to her apartment.
"Ichigo! Wake up man!" the fire-haired male received a blow to the face sejak a fluffy form after rolling over several times and disobeying orders from his fellow roommate.
"Dude! Just five minutes!" Ichigo rolled over once again, turning away from his friend. Out of frustration, he was pushed out of bed, and was sent tumbling onto the floor along with his alarm clock. It flashed : 7:54.
"Shit!" the startled male leapt off the floor, darting into his closet for clothes. After tossing on a deep blue tee and dark jeans, he sprinted to his car.
She checked her watch: 8:29. As soon as she opened the door to the office. She would be right on time. She had always taken pride in her punctuality. 8:30.
"Good morning, sir." the petite woman carefully closed the door behind her. A middle-aged man sat at the desk, hands folded and beaming. "Hello, Rukia, right?" he lent her his hand to take. "That's me." she plastered on a lovely smile and took a seat. He returned the smile as he craned his head to check the time. "That's odd, your Co-worker should be here by-" the office door swung open to reveal a rangy, orange-haired male, a scowl encompassing his chiseled features.
"Oh, Ichigo, we were just talking about you."
The man known as "Ichigo" peered down from the door frame, taking in all that Rukia had to offer. Making the atmosphere of the room increasingly uncomfortable.
"What about the other actors? Where are they?" Rukia said, occasionally glancing up at the still staring Ichigo.
"They will be picked up later. Now, onto business." he rubbed his little fat hands together and folded them once again, while Ichigo took a kerusi, tempat duduk adjacent to his tiny co-worker. "Well, the movie's called "Daughter of Sin", anda both know who you'll be portraying I presume."
It's easy to look at Rukia and know that she would, but when anda see Ichigo, the thought that comes to mind is that he's a reckless, punk rock outcast. What is truly under that facade is a hard worker, determined to protect and serve. So of course he had studied.
They both nodded dumbly, Rukia sneaking a glance at the male seterusnya to her.
"Great!" he rose to his feet, taking the duo into his arms.
"There's a charter bus out front for anda guys. And as the director, I will foot the bill on any purchase."
Rukia managed to snake out of the older man's arms.
"So, we will be staying in a hotel?" she asked as he released his grip on Ichigo. "You got it girlie." He walked the pair to the door. "See ya two there!" and close the door without even a name, leaving two dumbfounded teens.
She gazed at herself in the bathroom mirror, watching her midnight hair curl over her brush. The mirror mimicked her image as her eyes slid down her body, tracing every curve to ensure that every artikel of clothing was in place. The maroon key-hole camisole was tight- fitting, but loose enough to tease the male mind. It matched perfectly with her dark mid-driff jacket. She looked lastly to her dark-wash denim jeans, they fit her petite curves flawlessly. She had an interview this morning, for a part in a movie a few hours away. After about 10 minit of making faces and posing, she checked her watch: 7:34. She had to be to the briefing sejak 8:30. She didn't know what to take with her, would she be staying somewhere?
"Nah." she muttered, closing the door to her apartment.
"Ichigo! Wake up man!" the fire-haired male received a blow to the face sejak a fluffy form after rolling over several times and disobeying orders from his fellow roommate.
"Dude! Just five minutes!" Ichigo rolled over once again, turning away from his friend. Out of frustration, he was pushed out of bed, and was sent tumbling onto the floor along with his alarm clock. It flashed : 7:54.
"Shit!" the startled male leapt off the floor, darting into his closet for clothes. After tossing on a deep blue tee and dark jeans, he sprinted to his car.
She checked her watch: 8:29. As soon as she opened the door to the office. She would be right on time. She had always taken pride in her punctuality. 8:30.
"Good morning, sir." the petite woman carefully closed the door behind her. A middle-aged man sat at the desk, hands folded and beaming. "Hello, Rukia, right?" he lent her his hand to take. "That's me." she plastered on a lovely smile and took a seat. He returned the smile as he craned his head to check the time. "That's odd, your Co-worker should be here by-" the office door swung open to reveal a rangy, orange-haired male, a scowl encompassing his chiseled features.
"Oh, Ichigo, we were just talking about you."
The man known as "Ichigo" peered down from the door frame, taking in all that Rukia had to offer. Making the atmosphere of the room increasingly uncomfortable.
"What about the other actors? Where are they?" Rukia said, occasionally glancing up at the still staring Ichigo.
"They will be picked up later. Now, onto business." he rubbed his little fat hands together and folded them once again, while Ichigo took a kerusi, tempat duduk adjacent to his tiny co-worker. "Well, the movie's called "Daughter of Sin", anda both know who you'll be portraying I presume."
It's easy to look at Rukia and know that she would, but when anda see Ichigo, the thought that comes to mind is that he's a reckless, punk rock outcast. What is truly under that facade is a hard worker, determined to protect and serve. So of course he had studied.
They both nodded dumbly, Rukia sneaking a glance at the male seterusnya to her.
"Great!" he rose to his feet, taking the duo into his arms.
"There's a charter bus out front for anda guys. And as the director, I will foot the bill on any purchase."
Rukia managed to snake out of the older man's arms.
"So, we will be staying in a hotel?" she asked as he released his grip on Ichigo. "You got it girlie." He walked the pair to the door. "See ya two there!" and close the door without even a name, leaving two dumbfounded teens.
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