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Post by rileycarson on Feb 1, 2009 12:26:51 GMT -5
Dress
Riley sat her her limo that her boss ordered for her so people would think she is rich like them and not below them so she could get her story. Riley sat there hating the fact that she had to come let alone to get a story on Bruce Wayne. He was a boring topic he did the same thing spend money and burn down his house. It was not that Riley didn't want to be there she just hated fancy parties and puffy dresses.
Riley made a face and rolled her eyes as her driver came around to her door. Now was the time she would have to fake a smile and live through the night. Riley stood out of the car looking around while people snapped pictures of her and her fancy dress.
Riley made her way inside the room with a smile on her face. Riley made her way around the room meeting people and talking to them So she started to have a little fun and asking questions about Bruce and just having a good time. Riley made her way to the bar to get a drink. Riley sighed started writing down what every one said to her. |
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Post by Basil Karlo on Feb 1, 2009 12:56:35 GMT -5
Basil Karlo lived in the public eye for years. His parents were semi-notable actors overseas and the screen actor had also gained his reputation early on in life; thus granting him the means and the name to allow him into a place like Bruce Wayne’s birthday bash despite the fact that the man was starting his career when the kid was suckin’ on his wet-nurse’s tit. He entered in a navy blue suit, sans the tie or clean shave, with his hair messed up per usual. The paparazzi that waited outside of the building was refreshing. Pictures snapping, asking him about his next project, ect.
Basil Karlo loved crap like this if only for the attention.
He sauntered into the penthouse apartment as if it were his own and spent time mingling. All the while his entourage of publicists and sculptors stylists following close by. The man had made a living on looking perfect and had, in secret, paid the ultimate for it. He kept his staff on hand in case there should be a smudge or a meeting that needed to be scheduled with the Gotham elite. Basil carelessly left his arm-candy date at the door and started making his rounds; conversing with those that remembered his parents and forgot just how old he was. He kept his eyes trained, however, for the press.
He loved nothing more than to drop some comment and remind the public that Basil Karlo did, in fact, still exist. After a good twenty or so years going through soirées like this one, he had picked up the knack for finding them. When his brown eyes spotted a woman with a notebook writing, he instantly gravitated toward the green reporter. “You know,” he said idly as he ordered a scotch, “most would find it easier just to have a tape recorder.” He grinned as he turned toward the brunette, eyeing her wolfishly (and almost licking his lips). “I haven’t seen someone with a notebook at one of these things in years.”
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Post by rileycarson on Feb 1, 2009 13:09:45 GMT -5
Riley sat there drinking her drink and writing when she heard footsteps behind her she turned to see a man behind her. "really that is nice to know. I have a tape recorder i would just rather write it down so I get it right plus I left it at home. "
Riley smiled at the man then grinned. " So how did you know I was a reporter?" Riley looked around and spotted Bruce Wayne at the other side of the room talking to women it was always women. They just seemed to find him where ever he went Riley turned her attention back to the man who she guessed was eying her up.
"Yes well a note book is harder you miss some words every here and there but its not so bad. So do you care to comment on Bruce Wayne." Riley wondered what this man would say about Wayne I mean hello all these people are rich and famous and all they really care about is money and fame.
"I am Riley Carson." Riley took her right hand away from her drink to place in front of him to shake. |
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Post by Basil Karlo on Feb 1, 2009 19:15:19 GMT -5
“From my experience with the press, the recorder’s a little faster,” Basil arrogantly stated with a smile. “Though I can see where it would be a bit inconvenient to wear a wire in that getup,” he observed aloud with a wicked wink to follow.
He took a long sip from his drink; careful to savor the small amount and not to take in too much. The last thing he needed was to snag his “stylist” to fix some minor liquid damage. He watched the woman’s gaze go to the birthday boy’s and while she was distracted being a fan-girl, his brown eyes briefly roll skywards. Here this broad was talking to someone who was famous on their own and had a fortune that they earned, and she was eyeing up Gotham’s Golden Boy. Meh. “Well, regular party guests don’t exactly take notes at these sort of things,” he scoffed. “Unless there’s supposed to be a test later and excuse me for cutting class.”
Basil weighed his words briefly. His eyes found his Press Rep having a drink and conversing with his stylist a few yards away. “Bruce is a lucky guy,” he said finally, a sly expression coming to his features. “He’s a survivor and I think this turnout is just proof of how much the Wayne name will always mean to Gotham.” There. He played nice. He didn’t even vomit in the process. He took another sip of his drink.
“Basil Karlo,” he introduced as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. He contemplated giving the woman time to let his name set in but opted against it. He hated the annoyance with people that had never seen his movies (and had consequently been living beneath a rock… damn hermits). “Pleased to make your acquaintance Ms. Carson.”
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Post by rileycarson on Feb 1, 2009 21:02:43 GMT -5
"Your right it is faster but with this dress it would not look right." She smiled at him and nodded when he heard the second part. "Ah so that is how you knew I was a reporter. So what exactly are you since I am a reporter you must be in Finance." Riley looked at Bruce when she heard Basil speak about him. "Yeah I guess he is lucky who wouldn't be with the money and having the name of Wayne."
Riley laughed at his reply" Well in your case I think I will let you skip class just this once. Or as many times as you wish." Riley thought about what he said to her about Bruce. "What do you mean by He’s a survivor?" Riley looked at the man with a smile and also a grin on her face."Basil Karlo sounds Italian." She smiled as he brought her hand to his lips placing a kiss upon it. "Well you are very charming when you wish to be." |
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Post by Basil Karlo on Feb 8, 2009 10:33:28 GMT -5
“I doubt people in finance can afford to look like this,” he said simply with a wolfish smile, dismissing the idea that this person hadn’t the slightest clue as to who he was. “Try movies,” he suggested in order to give her a hint as to what he did. If he said any of his films (i.e. The Marksman, Deep Red, Out of line or the currently in theaters Grant Affair… not to push his films or anything) it would just lose some of the fun.
He shook his head when Riley commented on Wayne. Did she have something against the rich? His brow arched as he regarded the reporter. “No. That’s not what I meant. The Waynes helped Gotham in its worst times. Please tell me you at least know the significance of the Wayne family,” he asked skeptically. No one who made a generalization about money and didn’t know what it meant to say that Bruce Wayne was a survivor. The man’s parents were killed right in front of him and he ended up being functional. Come on!
Italian? Ew. This woman was a tad frustrating. Perhaps even a bit biased when she spoke; which he could have sworn journalists had to leave at home and not bring such prejudices to work. “Actually, it’s German. But my parents were from England,” he corrected with a charming smile. Because he wished to be. “I’m sure you are as well,” he said simply as he released Riley’s hand and took another sip of his drink.
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