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@its-wolff-g
When the president had started talking, she was earnestly listening. Eager to show how committed she was to keeping her contract with the company after her hiatus during her recovery– not to mention the disaster reputation that she had built in the upcoming years.
But it had been over an hour and now, she was starting to feel the familiar impatience that she was trying to stomp down at; like any disagreeable trait that she had. Discreetly, rolling her eyes, she looked over at the person next to her before whispering, “How are you even paying attention to this?”
“I’m not really,” he answered. “Just here to show my face. I don’t agree with most the stuff that’s being said.” The blonde answered back. He was keeping his voice down. He didn’t need anyone jumping down his neck for his thoughts and views. He simply wanted to here to president out. To see what was upcoming in the town.
He glanced over towards the woman standing next to him and offered her a small smile. “What’s your opinion on everything his saying? Do you agree with it?” He asked. He took one single step closer to the other, so he could hear her answer more clearly.
“Well.. Today was definitely a productive day.” He muttered sarcastically as he grabbed the bottle off the counter of the bar. Absentmindedly glancing over to the person beside him, he smiled sardonically. “Hope your day was better.”
“My day hasn’t been too bad, actually.” The blonde-haired boy answered. “Just worn out,” he admitted. The blonde had be dealing with constant calls and appointments, but also training himself. It was hard trying to cram everything in. That’s why he was out, for a little drink. “Hows your day been?”
“Uh, this is going to sound very.. out of the blue. But can you pretend to talk to me and we got a great conversation going on? I’ll even tell a lame joke and you can pretend to laugh.” Samantha took a peek over her shoulder. “There’s a guy.. who I had one date with. Suffice to say, he wants another date and I do not. So… if he sees I’m busy maybe he’ll want to back off? I’ll owe you one.”
The blonde chuckled and nodded his head once the other asked if he could pretend the two of them had a great conversation going on. He peered behind the dark-haired girl seeing who was around, and was wondering which one she was trying to avoid. “Which guy wants another date with you?” He asked. “I’ll tell you if he is around..”
WOLFF GREENWALL ★ CIS MALE ★ TWENTY-SIX ★ HE/HIM
SPOTTED! WOLFF GREENWALL was just seen leaving THE HIDEAWAY. He is a BOXER. He reminds me a lot of bloody boxing gloves, bruised knuckles & car races. At his best he is HARD WORKING, DETERMINED & SOCIABLE but on a bad day and he is GRUMPY, EGOTISTICAL & UNLOYAL. At the moment, he’s living in MALIBU where sometimes he gets mistaken for MATTHEW NOSZKA.
“Back up a little...I’m a little sweaty right now.” Wolff warned the other. He had just finished an intense work-out so didn’t want the other person getting too close as his shirt was all wet, and his body was glistening. He hadn’t been able to hit the showers yet. “What’s up? What did you want to speak about?” He asked.
“What about you, you gonna get up there?” Frankie, albeit a bit of a buzz running through her, asked the person to her left with a slight nudge as she gestured to the people singing karaoke in her normal dive bar go-to Friday night Happy Hour hang. “Did you know that Karaoke in Japanese really means song of dying cats??”
The blonde-haired boy glanced at the brunette-haired girl and shook his head when she asked him if he was going to have a go at the karaoke. “I’d burst people’s ear-drums with my singing.” He answered. “It’s probably best if I don’t. Are you going to go up there?”
“Alright, so I know this sounds stupid and kind of obvious, but I never really remember how big of a difference between LA and New York there really is until I spend a bunch of time in one, then go back to the other. And it’s not even just weather, it’s the people, the food. People say they have to recover from jet-lag, but I have to recover from full on culture shock every time…”
“I agree with you. I feel like there’s a big difference when I’m going from one place to another. I especially agree with the people. I get treated differently depending where I am. It’s really strange.”
OUT OF CHARACTER
Hey everyone! I’m Em. 23 years old. I’m excited to role play against everyone and make connection’s with other people’s characters for Wolff.