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Dinner and a Fashion Show [OPEN]

May 16, 2008 13:00

WHO: Hitachiin Kaoru and all guests, invited and not
WHAT: A Fashion Show + Dinner Party
WHERE: The Hitachiin brand local headquarters in downtown Reggio Calabria
WHEN: Day 25, starting in the early evening

( Whatever you want. )

tyki mikk, mazikeen, rhode kamelot, hei, tieria erde, bianchi, robert chase, red x, badou nails, hitsugaya toushirou, sephiroth, hitachiin kaoru, kai, hatake kakashi, kiyone kotetsu, claire bennet, reborn, kristoph gavin, kaylee frye, peter petrelli, ichimaru gin, matsumoto rangiku, lulu, rabi, dean winchester, taejo togokhan

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Re: [open] smokeeasy May 19 2008, 22:02:49 UTC

An event of haute couture was not the sort of thing that Badou would normally elect to attend on his own. His personal style tended toward the vintage, the recycled, and the deliberately ugly. He liked things that were unapologetic about having no damn class, clothes that you got cheap because nobody else wanted them anymore, relics that other people considered to be trash. The earnestness of the ostentation that went into an event like this, the people who were all so damn serious about being dressed to the nines and sitting back to judge "style" and set fucking "trends," it all irritated him a bit.

But he still had a job that he was on, and after two weeks worth of searching, he'd only managed to lay the barest bones of a tail on the mysterious "Mr. Brown" (AKA Adam Monroe). What he had scared up were some clues as to his associates, and it seemed like one of them was going to be in attendance tonight-a bit of insight which had been confirmed in his last contact with Sark, who had clearly been doing a bit of looking on his own.

So Badou had dug into the back of his closet and found a pair of black fatigues, traded his green camo coat for an embroidered velvet duster (one of his trademark second-hand shop finds-it had a hint of age that made it hard to tell whether it was "shabby" or "classic"), tucked his camera into his pocket, and went to work.

It took him a while to spot Petrelli (the "babysitter," as Sark put it) in the crowd-hey, the guy wasn't exactly distinctive, and a couple of times Badou thought he'd seen him only to find, on second glance that it was someone else-and by the time he did the spectacle of the show was winding down. Badou didn't know who the woman with him was-Schuldig had mentioned that there'd been a blond with Petrelli and Monroe on Cowboy Night; this might have been her again, but he wasn't sure.

Whoever she was though, he caught her too in the pictures he snapped of Peter, the cover of the show making it easy to appear that he was just another audience member snapping shots of the stage like so many others.

Hanging a safe distance back, and allowing a few people to pass between them, he followed the couple when they rose to go downstairs, keeping both of them in view.

Re: [open] risparmiarsi May 20 2008, 20:52:17 UTC

It really was amazing, there was no doubt about that.

Claire hadn't arrived all too dressed up, but it was good enough, she figured, especially given Peter's reaction to it.

"Plenty," she said, giving a soft laugh. "Too much. You?"

The air around was generally whimsical, almost, to a point, colors and elegant displays left and right, everything overtly impressive.

By now, she had to admit, though, that she was looking forward to dinner a great deal.

Re: [open] sirsognatore May 20 2008, 23:00:57 UTC

"Maybe we can get one, just for you, hm?" He smiled fondly at her. Peter did not have any connections in the fashion industry. His family? Probably, and if not connections, at least enough money to buy all this fancy fashion shit. It explained the tailored suits, the pearls ordaining his mother's neck, and golden wrist watches around his brother's wrist.

"Me? Nah. I don't look good in ruffles."

Re: [open] risparmiarsi May 21 2008, 06:35:07 UTC

"Ha! Right. Those are ridiculously expensive," she brushed off with a warm smile, shaking her head.

"Awh, and here I thought you'd look dashing in them," she quipped freezing slightly only when she saw Dean with his brother standing by some girl.

Huh. Pretty.

"Um. Let's go find a table, yeah?" she said, making a face. "I'm really hungry," she lied only partways, eager to turn away from the weekend-long-stand.

Re: [open] sirsognatore May 21 2008, 15:34:25 UTC

"Yeah ri - Claire?" It was a slight change in her posture, her face. Something had set her off, something she saw, and Peter tried to follow her line of vision. Just a couple of men in expensive suits a few feet away, and a few women inbetween them. Frowning, he turned to Claire, reaching to grab her small hand in his.

"Sure, sure. Let's go find one before everything's taken," he replied, leading her away from whatever it was, toward the dining area.

Re: [open] risparmiarsi May 24 2008, 05:35:08 UTC

"It's fine," she said absently, shaking her head before putting on a smile again.

Convincing enough. A Petrelli trait, if only she'd know where to trace it to.

"Good idea," she nodded, gratefully taking his hand, flashing Dean one more look before turning away and following him to where the tables were situated.

"This is nice. It's all so... refined, and elegant."

Very much unlike most of Reggio Calabria.

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