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Oct 9, 2017 17:40:06 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2017 17:40:06 GMT -7
Tora had spent the day being a bloody celebrity. She did enjoy much of that life. Being famous allowed her influence. It helped her get what she want and allowed others to eat out of her hand. The horrid part of it was listening to people who were not worth her attention kick her backside for photos and autographs. It got old after a while, but she had to put up her image. It was nice to be done with it for a bit. She needed a drink and quickly.
Accompanied by her hulking squib bodyguard, Rictor, Tora walked into Club Indigo and the hostess recognized her right away.
"Ms. Chon, the Seeker for the..." began the hostess.
"I know who I am," she said. "Listen, darling, if you admire me, then you'll do me a favor and see that I'm not bothered. Private corner table... leave a bottle of your best wine... and then leave. That clear?" The hostess nodded. "Brilliant." She followed the hostess to a table, ignoring any looks for those there. She could some whisper, asking if it was her. One fool actually tried to approach her, but Rictor blocked his way. Tora was seated with Rictor standing by the table like a statue.
"Your wine will be here shortly," bowed the hostess. Tora gave a single nod at that.
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Oct 13, 2017 6:53:24 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2017 6:53:24 GMT -7
Bella wasn't much of a partygoer. And while she loved the atmosphere of Club Indigo, with its bright colors and throbbing music, she couldn't stand the cacophony of people's voices. Screaming, cheering, yelling. It was annoying, to put it simply. But there were plenty of bodies that could serve as new recruits for the Order. Young people full of life and desire to make the world a better place. At least, she hoped.
Bella prowled - as much as someone as awkward as she could prowl - through the tables where people were chatting, enjoying their booze and snacks, and having a grand old time. One face in particular got her attention. That of Satora Chon, seeker of the Holyhead Harpies, harassing a poor waitress. Bella tended not to fangirl over people, but she felt a flutter in her chest at seeing the woman she had admired from the screens in her casino. It was against her better judgement, but she had to speak to the woman.
Striding forward, Bella suddenly stood before the celebrity. Running her slender fingers through her long, bushy hair, she stumbled over her words and finally spoke. "Miss Chon, it's an honor to meet you. I'm a huge fan." As the waitress returned with a bottle of wine, Bella's eyebrows rose. She was familiar with the particular brand of alcohol, so expensive it didn't even have a label. "An excellent choice, ma'am. Do you mind if I join you?"
@tora
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Oct 13, 2017 11:54:01 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2017 11:54:01 GMT -7
Tora thought she would get the privacy she needed. She had things to think over. The Purifiers had a great deal planned, and she wanted her piece of the proverbial pie in it. She had to be careful though, and know what moves to make. She had always been clever with that though. She was a Seeker for one of the greatest teams in all of Quidditch because of that. With the right moves, perhaps she could have a role of authority in the Purifiers.
She then heard the voice of one who had approached her. So much for privacy. At first, Tora's eyes were cold, annoyed by the disruption. However, she had to remember that she was a celebrity, and was supposed to be some kind of role model in the public eye. She couldn't be an arse to anyone who called themselves a fan as it could backfire. So she formed a friendly smile.
"Why thank you," she said. "I do so enjoy meeting my fans. Always lovely to have the support. Now, would you like an autograph or perhaps a..." She stopped when the wine arrived. She thought the server was going to do as she asked, but instead said server gave the other witch a friendly bow.
"Ms. Fawley, nice to see you here again," she said. Tora then got a closer look at the woman. Of course... this was Bellamy Fawley, owner of the Gambling Galleons Casino, a place Tora frequented often. How did she not recognize her?
"I'd be honored to have you joined me, Ms. Fawley," she said. "I myself quite enjoy your establishment. I've won quite a bit of money there." What would it hurt? She could do with a strong business woman on her side.
@bellamy
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