*looking at some wedding dress sketches*
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@hope-ottilie
*looking at some wedding dress sketches*
Even in death, you’re still a workaholic.
I can't help it, I'm very dedicated to my work. *laughs* Besides you can't say anything about being a workaholic.
Are you still working?
I'm just reading over some of my notes.
Do you want me to order those? Give me work please, I am so bored during the day
Yeah sure. Will you order them and specify that they are all express deliveries order for friday.
[she sits down next to her with a drink in hand] Designs? Are you always working?
It's just some notes for supplies and for what garments they are needed for. *smiles and places them on the table* I just like to stay well organised.
*sitting in the bar having a drink and reading over some of her notes*
|| Para Pair-Up - Ethan & Hope
Ethan was tired. Not physically (being a ghost definitely had its perks in that regard), but mentally and emotionally. Running into Zeke had rocked the peaceful existence he’d maintained for a while now, and he wasn’t entirely sure what to do about it. He wanted to find Leo right away, but he knew the twin was right. He had to wait.
So now he was washing windows: his mundane job in his mundane life. Hope Ottilie’s studio was his last stop, and peeking through the window, he saw her sitting on top of a table. Wondering what that was about, he knocked and watched as she stood and walked over to open the door.
"Hey …" he said, getting the feeling she hadn’t been expecting him. He cleared his throat, holding up his bucket and rag. "Uh, I’m here to wash your windows?" he said with less authority than he meant to. "I just wanted to let you know … so you didn’t get creeped out by a strange man hovering around the front of your shop … store … place."
Hope stood at the door and instantly recognised him from around the town and the previous times that he's washed the studios windows. "Oh hey...sorry, I thought you were one of the guys from Wal-Mart coming to pick up the new designs." she smiled at him. She was a bit thankful that he had let her know that he was here, since the last time she got a bit startled when she saw him at the windows until she remembered that it was the designated window washing day.
"Windows...It's Ethan right?" She asked. The designer had been making an effort to try and remember all the names of the people around town. She'd been doing pretty well with only a few slip ups. "Yeah sure, go ahead. I'm just going to hang around out here anyway until the guys come to collect the clothes."
|| Para Pair-Up
The wedding was back on. She was finally getting to marry Augustus Harper, the love of both her life and afterlife. Ever since they had called the wedding on, Hope constantly had a bright smile plastered across her face. She had become more aware of the ring on her finger and continuously found herself staring at it every now and again.
The studio was quiet and Hope sat cross-legged on one of the tables in her studio, flicking through some sheets of sketches that she had made over the past few days of wedding dress designs. She hummed a quiet song away to herself and decided to get up and finish packing away the designs that were going to be sent to Wal-Mart on the next delivery.
Hope grabbed some garments and started to sow the labels on the inside of them, making sure to add her trademark design tag. This became a routine for a few hours until she had finished and started hanging the clothes on the rails and zipping up the garment bags.
Hearing a knock at the door, Hope figured that it was someone from Wal-Mart here to pick up the clothes. She walked over and opened the door, only to see that she had thought wrong "Oh, hello there..."
[He offers his hand for her to shake, deciding not to use his full name.]
Zeke. Pleasure t’meet you.
*shakes his hand and smiles*
Nice to meet you too. How are you liking the town?
Damn.
No wonder everyone ‘round here’s so snazzy.
*laughs* That's nice of you to say. I'm Hope, Hope Ottilie.
*Marches into the room, thinking it’s empty, then stops abruptly in seeing somebody* I- I’m sorry. I didn’t think anybody would be here. *Then she quickly covers her mouth with a hand when she realizes she could be disturbing* I- I should just go.
*looks up* It's okay. Really? Umm...this is my studio. *smiles and laughs* Can I help you with something? You're welcome to sit in here if you'd like.
You’re welcome.
Line? You do…fashion, or somethin’?
Yeah, I design clothes for the Wal-Mart around here and I'm a freelance designer too.
[Curious, he approaches her, but doesn’t stand too close. For once, he speaks softly.]
Hey, um…not to be a creep or anythin’, but— those’re really nice.
*turns around* Hello, oh thank you, they are sketches for my new line.
*Humming away to herself as she draws some sketches*
There’s no escaping that song. Even in the afterlife
And here we thought we were going to get some peace.
It’s always some kid that hardly knows how to play that opens with ‘Wonderwall’
Even here they still play that bloody song.
Well alright. As long as no one brings out a guitar
I don't think there's going to be any guitars there; and if there is then lord help the poor guitar that gets in your way