Tokiwong
First Post
OOC: Legacy members got their first installment cash, the signing bonus. The contracts were in order, and Mark has a deal on the table with Nike, they want him to do endorsements for their shoes, including a new series for him. The deal culminates to about 40 million dollars over four years.
Mark
Star stands looking ashamed, “I am sorry Mark. I did not mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I sometimes forget that what I say is not always what people want to hear. Tommy says that my people skills are improving though, and Anika has been a great friend. I guess I am just confused, I feel stuff that I don’t understand, it isn’t logical.”
She placed her hands behind her back, “I guess I am confused, because I think I am attracted to you Mark. Your cool, your confident, and you just don’t let anything stop you. And you actually said yes to go with me to the dance. I just wanted to say I appreciate that.”
She models her outfit, “So does it look nice?”
Cassie
The door slides open, and standing in the doorway is Yoshi. Wearing a tailored suit, all black with a white undershirt, and no bandana. His hair is slicked back, and in his hands is a large radiant bouquet. He steps forward and offers it to Cassie with a kiss, and smiles, “Damn you look beautiful, Cassie.”
He stepped back and whistled, “How did I get so lucky? I must have done something right, I guess. Hey the limo is waiting in the garage, and I got us reservations at Chez Vasco, real exclusive, but I guess money talks right? Ready to go?” he offered his arm.
Karen
Mr. Kincaid was thankful for the help, and offered Karen the keys to the SUV they fixed up. After he was satisfied she drove somewhat like a normal person, he let her drive herself to the Mall and enjoy herself. She of course was subject to stares, and wayward glances, but she was able to find something that made her look good.
One of the girls she had made friends with in class also going by her lonesome, called up. She had freckles and short red hair, her name was Clair. She was from France, and had the power to manipulate sound waves in ways that could be painful. She was still getting a grip on her powers, but was a nice shy girl. She smiled, “Hey Karen,” she said in her heavy accent, “I need some help picking an outfit, can you stop by?”
Mark
Star stands looking ashamed, “I am sorry Mark. I did not mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I sometimes forget that what I say is not always what people want to hear. Tommy says that my people skills are improving though, and Anika has been a great friend. I guess I am just confused, I feel stuff that I don’t understand, it isn’t logical.”
She placed her hands behind her back, “I guess I am confused, because I think I am attracted to you Mark. Your cool, your confident, and you just don’t let anything stop you. And you actually said yes to go with me to the dance. I just wanted to say I appreciate that.”
She models her outfit, “So does it look nice?”
Cassie
The door slides open, and standing in the doorway is Yoshi. Wearing a tailored suit, all black with a white undershirt, and no bandana. His hair is slicked back, and in his hands is a large radiant bouquet. He steps forward and offers it to Cassie with a kiss, and smiles, “Damn you look beautiful, Cassie.”
He stepped back and whistled, “How did I get so lucky? I must have done something right, I guess. Hey the limo is waiting in the garage, and I got us reservations at Chez Vasco, real exclusive, but I guess money talks right? Ready to go?” he offered his arm.
Karen
Mr. Kincaid was thankful for the help, and offered Karen the keys to the SUV they fixed up. After he was satisfied she drove somewhat like a normal person, he let her drive herself to the Mall and enjoy herself. She of course was subject to stares, and wayward glances, but she was able to find something that made her look good.
One of the girls she had made friends with in class also going by her lonesome, called up. She had freckles and short red hair, her name was Clair. She was from France, and had the power to manipulate sound waves in ways that could be painful. She was still getting a grip on her powers, but was a nice shy girl. She smiled, “Hey Karen,” she said in her heavy accent, “I need some help picking an outfit, can you stop by?”