[log] Cirucci, Ulquiorra
Log title: Out with the Old, In with the New
Characters involved: Cirucci (shinigamikender), Ulquiorra (kendraxplague)
Timeline: February 15, 2007
Rating: PG
Summary: Cirucci meets her replacement.
He'd just done it. He'd just signed a deal with Hougyoku Records -- the company with which he'd worked for the past year -- to be the singer of the up and coming rock band, The Arrancar.
It was insane. Ulquiorra had never thought in his wildest dreams that auditioning would have given him a spot with one of his favourite groups in the industry.
Ulquiorra left Mr. Kuchiki's office, feeling happier than he'd been in ages. He was more distracted than usual, which was why he almost ran into a familiar looking woman just outside the door of the lawyer's waiting room.
"...Miss Thunderwitch," he said, staring blankly at her in greeting, stepping to the side so he could pass by her.
It was almost finalized. Cirucci had called in all the favors she could think of, pushing for something even her agent had advised her against, and she had gotten herself a second chance. She wouldn't let her name fade into obscurity, not yet.
Not when the rumored new lead singer for the Arrancar was standing right in front of her, quite literally. She hesitated, ruby red lips opening just slightly before drawing into a sharp sneer.
"Schiffer," she greeted with no shortness in the measure of distaste in her voice.
The sneer on her face lessened Ulquiorra's good mood somewhat. Obviously, she didn't like the idea that someone might take her place. Ulquiorra could understand that, but not very much. She had, from what he'd heard, left the band herself. Did she expect them to just sit around and die without her?
"What are you doing here?" Ulquiorra asked, a frown on his face. "I was under the impression that your contract had been terminated."
"One was terminated, yes, but you can hardly deny I still have the talent this company needs and the fanbase to pull it off," Cirucci shook back dark hair with a cocky gleam to her eye. It was best to put the little record company puppet back into his place before he thought just replacing her in her own band could ever mean he was anything more than just that.
"I'm doing a solo comeback," Cirucci began with an arrogant turn to her voice, "I'll be putting the Arrancar back into the grave they belong in."
If he was being honest with himself, he had never particularly enjoyed Cirucci's singing. Perhaps it was because he'd worked with her several times, and didn't like her attitude, and that may have carried over. Either way, he was not impressed.
"Are you that truly bitter to want a solo career just to conceivably destroy a band that you left?" he inquired blankly.
That was a particularly nasty way of putting it, especially when, as far as Cirucci was concerned, it was a perfectly natural reaction. Being in the spotlight suited her. Why should she fade back into obscurity when everything she had worked so hard for was being taken from her.
"A band I made," Cirucci corrected, "But, no, my solo career might have that as a side goal, but my main goal is returning back to my fans, even the ones that would be deluded enough to listen to the band after you've taken my place."
Ulquiorra shrugged. "Perhaps the fans," he suggested tonelessly, "enjoy the band as a whole, for the music and the other members, rather than you. Your motives are selfish, and you seem to have delusions of your own self-worth."
He could only hope that the other band members were not as ridiculously self-centered as Cirucci was.
Cirucci shrugged, the dark fabric of another one of her more conservative suits shifting delicately with the girlish movement. She was anything if not poised and composed. It was one of her charm points that she could be, even when ripping another girl's hair out.
"And perhaps I think you're taking on something too big for your own good. Remember, puppet, when the record agency decides you're not worth the effort of keeping, you'll be the one with your ass on the street," she smiled, sweetly.
"I believe I'll be the judge of what is too big a job for me," Ulquiorra said matter-of-factly. "I am no one's puppet, Miss Thunderwitch, but think what you like."
He wasn't here to entertain Cirucci, after all. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other, more pressing matters to deal with than your drivel."
"Enjoy my band, Schiffer," Cirucci sneered, shaking her dark locks over her shoulder and stepping past the younger vocalist, "But don't get too comfortable. The Arrancar aren't going to last that much longer."
Characters involved: Cirucci (shinigamikender), Ulquiorra (kendraxplague)
Timeline: February 15, 2007
Rating: PG
Summary: Cirucci meets her replacement.
He'd just done it. He'd just signed a deal with Hougyoku Records -- the company with which he'd worked for the past year -- to be the singer of the up and coming rock band, The Arrancar.
It was insane. Ulquiorra had never thought in his wildest dreams that auditioning would have given him a spot with one of his favourite groups in the industry.
Ulquiorra left Mr. Kuchiki's office, feeling happier than he'd been in ages. He was more distracted than usual, which was why he almost ran into a familiar looking woman just outside the door of the lawyer's waiting room.
"...Miss Thunderwitch," he said, staring blankly at her in greeting, stepping to the side so he could pass by her.
It was almost finalized. Cirucci had called in all the favors she could think of, pushing for something even her agent had advised her against, and she had gotten herself a second chance. She wouldn't let her name fade into obscurity, not yet.
Not when the rumored new lead singer for the Arrancar was standing right in front of her, quite literally. She hesitated, ruby red lips opening just slightly before drawing into a sharp sneer.
"Schiffer," she greeted with no shortness in the measure of distaste in her voice.
The sneer on her face lessened Ulquiorra's good mood somewhat. Obviously, she didn't like the idea that someone might take her place. Ulquiorra could understand that, but not very much. She had, from what he'd heard, left the band herself. Did she expect them to just sit around and die without her?
"What are you doing here?" Ulquiorra asked, a frown on his face. "I was under the impression that your contract had been terminated."
"One was terminated, yes, but you can hardly deny I still have the talent this company needs and the fanbase to pull it off," Cirucci shook back dark hair with a cocky gleam to her eye. It was best to put the little record company puppet back into his place before he thought just replacing her in her own band could ever mean he was anything more than just that.
"I'm doing a solo comeback," Cirucci began with an arrogant turn to her voice, "I'll be putting the Arrancar back into the grave they belong in."
If he was being honest with himself, he had never particularly enjoyed Cirucci's singing. Perhaps it was because he'd worked with her several times, and didn't like her attitude, and that may have carried over. Either way, he was not impressed.
"Are you that truly bitter to want a solo career just to conceivably destroy a band that you left?" he inquired blankly.
That was a particularly nasty way of putting it, especially when, as far as Cirucci was concerned, it was a perfectly natural reaction. Being in the spotlight suited her. Why should she fade back into obscurity when everything she had worked so hard for was being taken from her.
"A band I made," Cirucci corrected, "But, no, my solo career might have that as a side goal, but my main goal is returning back to my fans, even the ones that would be deluded enough to listen to the band after you've taken my place."
Ulquiorra shrugged. "Perhaps the fans," he suggested tonelessly, "enjoy the band as a whole, for the music and the other members, rather than you. Your motives are selfish, and you seem to have delusions of your own self-worth."
He could only hope that the other band members were not as ridiculously self-centered as Cirucci was.
Cirucci shrugged, the dark fabric of another one of her more conservative suits shifting delicately with the girlish movement. She was anything if not poised and composed. It was one of her charm points that she could be, even when ripping another girl's hair out.
"And perhaps I think you're taking on something too big for your own good. Remember, puppet, when the record agency decides you're not worth the effort of keeping, you'll be the one with your ass on the street," she smiled, sweetly.
"I believe I'll be the judge of what is too big a job for me," Ulquiorra said matter-of-factly. "I am no one's puppet, Miss Thunderwitch, but think what you like."
He wasn't here to entertain Cirucci, after all. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other, more pressing matters to deal with than your drivel."
"Enjoy my band, Schiffer," Cirucci sneered, shaking her dark locks over her shoulder and stepping past the younger vocalist, "But don't get too comfortable. The Arrancar aren't going to last that much longer."