[log] Halibel, Kon
Title: Elevators Are Fun
Characters: Halibel [kendraxplague], Kon [fanfare]
Timeline: June 20, 2007
Rating: G
Summary: Kon attempts to talk legitimate business with Halibel in an elevator. She is not impressed.
Kon fancied he had a pretty good sense of fun.
There was something about elevators that just made him goof off, and despite the fact that he knew it was Tight-Assed Serious-Business Records, he was perfectly content to look up at the security camera and make stupid faces. Usually, he reigned himself in if other people were in the elevator with him, but not always. As he entered from the main floor, there were already assorted people inside.
Kon was here on business, too, remarkably. He was actually going to be talking to some Corporate Suited Guy about company policy, and had a scheduled meeting. He hadn’t dressed for the occasion, as he was still wearing ratty jeans and his trademark lion sweatshirt, but he wasn’t bothered. The meeting itself wasn’t for twenty minutes yet. He figured he had time to ride the elevators around and scope the place out.
A girl with nice legs rolled her eyes at him when she looked over her shoulder to see him sticking his tongue out at the camera, and left on the next floor, leaving him all by himself.
But probably not for long, anyway, knowing this place.
Halibel's heels clicked on the floor as she left the meeting room on the third floor. A cup of Starbucks coffee in one hand (courtesy of one of Aizen's secretaries), she was ready to go back to work on a poster for a rather finicky artist.
A girl exited the elevator in front of her; Halibel, whose office was on the second highest level in the building, just barely made it in as the doors were closing. She leaned across to press the correct floor number, and stepped back so she was leaning against the wall, in case others needed to enter on the floors in between.
She paid no heed to the other occupant, instead sipping her coffee.
Kon was about to make growly faces at the camera when his new Elevator Companion joined him. He gave her a sideways glance initially, because she was sort of weird looking, but it hit him pretty fast who she was, but he hadn’t known her rack was that nice in real life.
Forget the camera and stupid faces. Kon was now in a six-by-four (or something close to it) box with Big Boobies, and she had skills he needed to use. But as much as he was content to stare, he couldn’t waste time, either. Who knew how close her floor was?
Scooting over towards her and copying her lean, he watched her (rack) for a second with a goofy smile before saying, in one breath, “Hi you’re Halibel right?”
Halibel was both surprised and rather displeased that the man knew her name. He did rather look like the guitarist of the Vaizard, but she'd never had any reason to talk to him -- they were not one of the bands she worked with.
"Yes," she said, looking wholly disinterested in anything the other occupant of the elevator had to say. He seemed to be more interested in her chest than anything she had to say, after all, so why waste words on an idiot who wouldn't say anything important, anyway?
“Great!” he exclaimed. So he had been paying attention to the things Lisa told him, after all. Halibel was the Head Chick he was supposed to go to if he needed graphics done, right? No more cruddy logos and stuff done by people on his Team? He would have professionals do it, professionals named Halibel!
“My name’s Kon! I’m the leader of the street team, and I am supposed to organize merchandise and stuff, so I’m supposed to talk to you about pictures and stuff, right?”
He stuck his hand out to shake hers, waiting, his eyes flicking from her rack to her collar, and then back. Nice.
"The leader of whose street team?" Halibel had been wrong, obviously; he wasn't the Vaizard's guitarist, though he certainly looked a lot like him. Or maybe she just wasn't remembering that Kurosaki kid right. Whatever the reason, Halibel didn't really care.
At the question, though, she inclined her head. "If you're looking for a graphic designer, yes, I'm one of the designers who works here." She eyed the proffered hand. "My hands are full," she noted, pointing out the obvious. He should have seen that by now, the fool.
Sometimes he forgot there were other bands “important” enough to have street teams. That sort of annoyed him, for a second, and he clarified, “For the Vaizards, of course.”
He looked at her coffee, a bit disappointed that she didn’t want to make the effort to try anyway, but he could deal. “S’okay.”
Okay, so she couldn’t shake, but he hung around in her personal space anyway. She was stacked enough to admire from a distance, sure, but like he was going to do that when the elevator was so nice and close. Kon was friendly like that.
“Anyways, so about your pictures... we need a special edition t-shirt for some upcoming contest thing and we want a really cool design,” he said, hopefully.
She arched an eyebrow. "I don't do art for the Vaizard," she said calmly before taking another sip of her still-steaming coffee. "They prefer one of my colleagues to work on their art. My main commitment is to the Arrancar."
It was true, but Halibel was not going to turn down a job offer just because of that. "However," she continued, "if it is indeed the Vaizard's wish for me to work on something of theirs, I will certainly not refuse." It was strange to be doing a business deal of sorts in an elevator, but whatever worked was fine with her. If it got her another commission, she had no problems whatsoever.
He scrunched up his nose, cringing. Not working for Vaizard? Sheesh, maybe he hadn’t paid quite enough attention to who he was supposed to hunt down for this sort of thing. And to work for a crap band like the Arrancar?
“For the Arrancar? That’s kind of a shame!” he said. He wondered if the one who specialized in the Vaizard was as physically blessed as Halibel, if that was possible. “No offense or anything, but that’s a crap band.”
Kon leaned in closer, and grinned, “But if you want to help us out, that’s great.”
"I happen to enjoy them." She looked away from Kon, already losing interest. "And no, it really isn't. There are plenty of artists here, and different bands like different styles of artwork. The Arrancar prefer mine, as the Vaizard prefer otherwise."
She lifted one shoulder in what might have been a shrug, or perhaps a dismissal. "Tell me what you're looking for, and we'll discuss it." He was getting closer, but not close enough that she would tell him off. If he invaded her personal space further, she would without a doubt tell him very bluntly to back off.
“But why?” he asked, “I mean, it’s not like they’re particularly unique, or anything, they’re just another typical band.”
If Halibel was into the Arrancar for their music, she would lose Respect Points, in Kon’s book.
And again, he hated being new to this whole “official” job game and feeling like he didn’t know everything he should. It was like he was being set up to fall on his face on a constant basis, like he didn’t have any control at all over what happened.
“But yeah, we’re doing this special promotion contest thing, and one of the prizes is a limited edition t-shirt from a run of, I dunno, twenty-five or fifty or something, so that they’ll be pretty rare. We need some sort of design that kicks ass. You can do kick ass, right?”
To be honest, Halibel really did like the music that The Arrancar made. They were a band that she could respect, musically, as each and every one of the musicians had individual talent. Halibel couldn't say she was a fan of some of the band members themselves, but as it was, their music was quality. "I could say the same about The Vaizard," she said impassively. The Vaizard, yes, played different music. But nothing stood out to her about them -- nothing at all. "But, to each his or her own."
As Kon continued to tell her about the description of the job, Halibel sipped her latte, waiting until he was completely finished to speak. Her floor was soon, but perhaps they could hammer something out before then.
"If your superiors do indeed want my art on those limited edition tee-shirts, then I would be interested," she said, ignoring his final question. It was a stupid one, and did not deserve an answer. "As for the quality of my art, however, you may judge from the work I've done for other bands. If you feel the need, you can come to my office at a later date and I can show you some samples. As it is..." the elevator dinged to a stop, and as the doors opened, she stepped out. "...this is my floor."
Talent? In the Arrancar? Yeah, in the way that there’s real fruit in fruit-flavoured soda pop. Sometimes, sure, but it usually wasn’t that impressive when it did appear.
And Kon always felt the need to defend the Vaizard, whether she had a fantastic rack or not. They were good. If they weren’t, they wouldn’t be as popular as they were. So Kon voiced his opinion with a sharp, “Nah, you couldn’t. They’re great.”
“My superiors do, or something,” Kon replied. “That’s why they wanted me to talk to you, tho’ that isn’t why I’m here today.”
“I can’t come now?” he called after her, rapidly, sticking his foot in the way of the door and leaning out after her, keeping a hold on the door frame.
Halibel didn't really feel the need to argue, though she didn't like Kon's attitude. He obviously couldn't respect other people's opinions, and thus she personally lost respect for him. Intolerance was, ironically, something Halibel did not tolerate.
As he stuck his foot in the elevator doorway, she turned her head, catching his bright orange hair in her peripheral vision. "Did you not just say you have something else to do today?"
Kon had been around enough to know when he was being blown off, and only now did he choose to accept it was happening. It was a shame, too, because her backside wasn’t nearly as interesting as her front, and he was sure people on other floors were getting impatient waiting for the elevator he was holding up.
“Well, yeah,” he said, and he glanced down at his grubby watch. It had been water-damaged a while back, making it so that only a fraction of the hour number could be seen, and the minutes were lost entirely. It still wasn’t the new hour, so he was fine for time, at least for the moment. “But that’s not for... I dunno, a bit?”
"I have work to do," Halibel told him calmly. "But if you do indeed want me to design whatever products you need, you can call the Art Department and request to make an appointment with me. I, unlike you, have little time to spare talking idly when there are things to do."
And those things, unfortunately for Kon, were higher on her list of priorities than that half baked suggestion of his.
His business relationship with her really wasn’t faring well, but Kon wasn’t too concerned about business relationships quite yet. He moved to follow her, and got only two steps before the doors started closing again. Backtracking to block the door, he held it again.
“Really? Sorry,” he said. Kon didn’t stress the sincerity, but he meant to be at least a little bit. “But I’ll do that, I promise, I’ll do it as soon as I find their number.”
Eventually.
“So I’ll see you later, right, Halibel?”
Halibel inclined her head. "If you make an appointment you will," she told the redhead. "If not, we'll see."
Without a goodbye, she began walking towards her office again, already pushing Kon's offer to the back of her mind. It was likely he wouldn't follow through; he didn't seem like the type of man to do so. But she would see.
“I’ll see you then,” he said, laying on the enthusiasm. “I’ll make sure! Thanks, Halibel! Have a great day, okay?”
And he would make sure, if he remembered to, anyway. Not only was it business, but she was pretty scorching hot, for someone so frigid. But for the moment, he was okay with watching her walk away, holding up the elevator simply because he could watch her ass.
It was a pretty nice ass, too.
Characters: Halibel [kendraxplague], Kon [fanfare]
Timeline: June 20, 2007
Rating: G
Summary: Kon attempts to talk legitimate business with Halibel in an elevator. She is not impressed.
Kon fancied he had a pretty good sense of fun.
There was something about elevators that just made him goof off, and despite the fact that he knew it was Tight-Assed Serious-Business Records, he was perfectly content to look up at the security camera and make stupid faces. Usually, he reigned himself in if other people were in the elevator with him, but not always. As he entered from the main floor, there were already assorted people inside.
Kon was here on business, too, remarkably. He was actually going to be talking to some Corporate Suited Guy about company policy, and had a scheduled meeting. He hadn’t dressed for the occasion, as he was still wearing ratty jeans and his trademark lion sweatshirt, but he wasn’t bothered. The meeting itself wasn’t for twenty minutes yet. He figured he had time to ride the elevators around and scope the place out.
A girl with nice legs rolled her eyes at him when she looked over her shoulder to see him sticking his tongue out at the camera, and left on the next floor, leaving him all by himself.
But probably not for long, anyway, knowing this place.
Halibel's heels clicked on the floor as she left the meeting room on the third floor. A cup of Starbucks coffee in one hand (courtesy of one of Aizen's secretaries), she was ready to go back to work on a poster for a rather finicky artist.
A girl exited the elevator in front of her; Halibel, whose office was on the second highest level in the building, just barely made it in as the doors were closing. She leaned across to press the correct floor number, and stepped back so she was leaning against the wall, in case others needed to enter on the floors in between.
She paid no heed to the other occupant, instead sipping her coffee.
Kon was about to make growly faces at the camera when his new Elevator Companion joined him. He gave her a sideways glance initially, because she was sort of weird looking, but it hit him pretty fast who she was, but he hadn’t known her rack was that nice in real life.
Forget the camera and stupid faces. Kon was now in a six-by-four (or something close to it) box with Big Boobies, and she had skills he needed to use. But as much as he was content to stare, he couldn’t waste time, either. Who knew how close her floor was?
Scooting over towards her and copying her lean, he watched her (rack) for a second with a goofy smile before saying, in one breath, “Hi you’re Halibel right?”
Halibel was both surprised and rather displeased that the man knew her name. He did rather look like the guitarist of the Vaizard, but she'd never had any reason to talk to him -- they were not one of the bands she worked with.
"Yes," she said, looking wholly disinterested in anything the other occupant of the elevator had to say. He seemed to be more interested in her chest than anything she had to say, after all, so why waste words on an idiot who wouldn't say anything important, anyway?
“Great!” he exclaimed. So he had been paying attention to the things Lisa told him, after all. Halibel was the Head Chick he was supposed to go to if he needed graphics done, right? No more cruddy logos and stuff done by people on his Team? He would have professionals do it, professionals named Halibel!
“My name’s Kon! I’m the leader of the street team, and I am supposed to organize merchandise and stuff, so I’m supposed to talk to you about pictures and stuff, right?”
He stuck his hand out to shake hers, waiting, his eyes flicking from her rack to her collar, and then back. Nice.
"The leader of whose street team?" Halibel had been wrong, obviously; he wasn't the Vaizard's guitarist, though he certainly looked a lot like him. Or maybe she just wasn't remembering that Kurosaki kid right. Whatever the reason, Halibel didn't really care.
At the question, though, she inclined her head. "If you're looking for a graphic designer, yes, I'm one of the designers who works here." She eyed the proffered hand. "My hands are full," she noted, pointing out the obvious. He should have seen that by now, the fool.
Sometimes he forgot there were other bands “important” enough to have street teams. That sort of annoyed him, for a second, and he clarified, “For the Vaizards, of course.”
He looked at her coffee, a bit disappointed that she didn’t want to make the effort to try anyway, but he could deal. “S’okay.”
Okay, so she couldn’t shake, but he hung around in her personal space anyway. She was stacked enough to admire from a distance, sure, but like he was going to do that when the elevator was so nice and close. Kon was friendly like that.
“Anyways, so about your pictures... we need a special edition t-shirt for some upcoming contest thing and we want a really cool design,” he said, hopefully.
She arched an eyebrow. "I don't do art for the Vaizard," she said calmly before taking another sip of her still-steaming coffee. "They prefer one of my colleagues to work on their art. My main commitment is to the Arrancar."
It was true, but Halibel was not going to turn down a job offer just because of that. "However," she continued, "if it is indeed the Vaizard's wish for me to work on something of theirs, I will certainly not refuse." It was strange to be doing a business deal of sorts in an elevator, but whatever worked was fine with her. If it got her another commission, she had no problems whatsoever.
He scrunched up his nose, cringing. Not working for Vaizard? Sheesh, maybe he hadn’t paid quite enough attention to who he was supposed to hunt down for this sort of thing. And to work for a crap band like the Arrancar?
“For the Arrancar? That’s kind of a shame!” he said. He wondered if the one who specialized in the Vaizard was as physically blessed as Halibel, if that was possible. “No offense or anything, but that’s a crap band.”
Kon leaned in closer, and grinned, “But if you want to help us out, that’s great.”
"I happen to enjoy them." She looked away from Kon, already losing interest. "And no, it really isn't. There are plenty of artists here, and different bands like different styles of artwork. The Arrancar prefer mine, as the Vaizard prefer otherwise."
She lifted one shoulder in what might have been a shrug, or perhaps a dismissal. "Tell me what you're looking for, and we'll discuss it." He was getting closer, but not close enough that she would tell him off. If he invaded her personal space further, she would without a doubt tell him very bluntly to back off.
“But why?” he asked, “I mean, it’s not like they’re particularly unique, or anything, they’re just another typical band.”
If Halibel was into the Arrancar for their music, she would lose Respect Points, in Kon’s book.
And again, he hated being new to this whole “official” job game and feeling like he didn’t know everything he should. It was like he was being set up to fall on his face on a constant basis, like he didn’t have any control at all over what happened.
“But yeah, we’re doing this special promotion contest thing, and one of the prizes is a limited edition t-shirt from a run of, I dunno, twenty-five or fifty or something, so that they’ll be pretty rare. We need some sort of design that kicks ass. You can do kick ass, right?”
To be honest, Halibel really did like the music that The Arrancar made. They were a band that she could respect, musically, as each and every one of the musicians had individual talent. Halibel couldn't say she was a fan of some of the band members themselves, but as it was, their music was quality. "I could say the same about The Vaizard," she said impassively. The Vaizard, yes, played different music. But nothing stood out to her about them -- nothing at all. "But, to each his or her own."
As Kon continued to tell her about the description of the job, Halibel sipped her latte, waiting until he was completely finished to speak. Her floor was soon, but perhaps they could hammer something out before then.
"If your superiors do indeed want my art on those limited edition tee-shirts, then I would be interested," she said, ignoring his final question. It was a stupid one, and did not deserve an answer. "As for the quality of my art, however, you may judge from the work I've done for other bands. If you feel the need, you can come to my office at a later date and I can show you some samples. As it is..." the elevator dinged to a stop, and as the doors opened, she stepped out. "...this is my floor."
Talent? In the Arrancar? Yeah, in the way that there’s real fruit in fruit-flavoured soda pop. Sometimes, sure, but it usually wasn’t that impressive when it did appear.
And Kon always felt the need to defend the Vaizard, whether she had a fantastic rack or not. They were good. If they weren’t, they wouldn’t be as popular as they were. So Kon voiced his opinion with a sharp, “Nah, you couldn’t. They’re great.”
“My superiors do, or something,” Kon replied. “That’s why they wanted me to talk to you, tho’ that isn’t why I’m here today.”
“I can’t come now?” he called after her, rapidly, sticking his foot in the way of the door and leaning out after her, keeping a hold on the door frame.
Halibel didn't really feel the need to argue, though she didn't like Kon's attitude. He obviously couldn't respect other people's opinions, and thus she personally lost respect for him. Intolerance was, ironically, something Halibel did not tolerate.
As he stuck his foot in the elevator doorway, she turned her head, catching his bright orange hair in her peripheral vision. "Did you not just say you have something else to do today?"
Kon had been around enough to know when he was being blown off, and only now did he choose to accept it was happening. It was a shame, too, because her backside wasn’t nearly as interesting as her front, and he was sure people on other floors were getting impatient waiting for the elevator he was holding up.
“Well, yeah,” he said, and he glanced down at his grubby watch. It had been water-damaged a while back, making it so that only a fraction of the hour number could be seen, and the minutes were lost entirely. It still wasn’t the new hour, so he was fine for time, at least for the moment. “But that’s not for... I dunno, a bit?”
"I have work to do," Halibel told him calmly. "But if you do indeed want me to design whatever products you need, you can call the Art Department and request to make an appointment with me. I, unlike you, have little time to spare talking idly when there are things to do."
And those things, unfortunately for Kon, were higher on her list of priorities than that half baked suggestion of his.
His business relationship with her really wasn’t faring well, but Kon wasn’t too concerned about business relationships quite yet. He moved to follow her, and got only two steps before the doors started closing again. Backtracking to block the door, he held it again.
“Really? Sorry,” he said. Kon didn’t stress the sincerity, but he meant to be at least a little bit. “But I’ll do that, I promise, I’ll do it as soon as I find their number.”
Eventually.
“So I’ll see you later, right, Halibel?”
Halibel inclined her head. "If you make an appointment you will," she told the redhead. "If not, we'll see."
Without a goodbye, she began walking towards her office again, already pushing Kon's offer to the back of her mind. It was likely he wouldn't follow through; he didn't seem like the type of man to do so. But she would see.
“I’ll see you then,” he said, laying on the enthusiasm. “I’ll make sure! Thanks, Halibel! Have a great day, okay?”
And he would make sure, if he remembered to, anyway. Not only was it business, but she was pretty scorching hot, for someone so frigid. But for the moment, he was okay with watching her walk away, holding up the elevator simply because he could watch her ass.
It was a pretty nice ass, too.