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Post by LILIKA ANNA DAVIS on Aug 29, 2010 14:07:08 GMT -6
---------- [/color] •••-- Tick, tick, tick, tick. The clock in the room was starting to drive the young singer a little nuts. She had a pen in her hand as she fiddled with it, a piece of lined paper in front of her that had nothing on it but dots of black ink. Nothing was coming to mind in this empty room, she was ‘writing songs’ muse was gone. People can’t tell her to write, it doesn’t work that way, her songs come to her when she wants them to come. Pinching her eyebrows together as she could feel the eyes of two of her bodyguards on her back. It was like they were waiting for her to just freak out or something was going to come crashing through the window and try and kidnap her or something.
One would think that she would be safe in the build of her own work, but no, she was lucky to only have two in the room. Usually she was able to get only on to be in a room with her but today Ben was being a bitch. She had slipped away from all her guards yesterday and now was paying the price for it. She groaned as she heard the clock keep ticking. She hit her forehead lightly on the desk for a few moments until she noticed she had matched the ticking of the clock. “Someone shut it up!” She said without lifting her head the table muffling her voice slightly. Only they knew what she was talking about, hell they were most likely annoyed by the sound by now.
The guards today were two males, one who’s name had slipped her mind and the other with a crazy name that she could never say right, so she never bothered with it. Only as the one with the crazy name opened the door to remove the clock from the room he stopped short making both Lilika and the other guard look at the door. It was one of the two other guards that had been sitting outside. Frowning Lilika twisted in her chair more trying to see what was going on. After the passing of the clock the door shut and she looked up at the guard, he didn’t look at her at first but nodded the other guard to go to the door. It was like these guys never talked, it drove her crazy at times.
“What?” She asked slightly annoyed that they were acting like this. The guard finally looked at her but didn’t smile. He paused in place his hands pushing into his pockets as if thinking of how to word things. “Spit it out.” He sighed.
“Your father is hear and he has another bodyguard in mind that he would like you to talk with. They’re just going to get him. “ and with that another guard moved in that had been sitting outside a book in hand. Hell she didn’t blame him for reading this was a boring job. People watching. So Lilika just nodded to him without smiling because he was grumpy and got up out of the chair. She had almost been sitting there for an hour and hadn’t gotten a think done. Wonderful day right? Well that’s what she gets for getting caught by her boss. Then again she was being grounded like a child which would only make her do it again. She wasn’t putting up with any shit anymore.
Reaching her arms above her head she yawned as something popped in her back. Letting her arms fall to her sides she twisted a little in her place as if warming up to work out with her evil over working trainer. Only once she felt like she was more awake and not stiff from sitting there she leaned on the table and watch the door. She knew they- the door started to open and she could already hear the voice of her father, he was telling whoever was with him that she was a handful and needed to be watch carefully.
Once he was in and so was the guard Lilika eyed him like any other guard she had done to before, it could be taken as checking them out which she was partly doing at the same time, she came to his eyes and smiled. “Hello! Guess you’re the new guy?” She said before glancing at her father. “You can leave, I can ask him stuff myself.” And with that she waved her hand at him for him to leave.
“Li-“
“I’m twenty-three I can hire my own men thank you.” She said with a huff her annoyance with her father showing.
“Don’t use that tone with me!” She glared at him before glancing at her two guards behind him.
“Shoo him please.” And with that they started going at him before her father glared back at her and moved to the door on his own.
“Maybe if you didn’t acted like a child we wouldn’t treat you like one.” And with the at the door slammed. With that Lilika was pissed off and didn’t even remember the new guard in the room and gave the finger to the door and started to mutter to herself about a lot of different things her father needed to work on.
After about a minute she sighed and finally looked at the new guy with a weak smile. “Sorry about, that.” She said before pushing herself off the table and moving closer to him and held out her hand. “Lilika Davis as you may have guessed, what’s your name?” She asked smiling feeling herself lightening back up slowly. Lilika didn’t stay angry very long.
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Post by CHARLES ADONIS REYNOLDS on Aug 30, 2010 17:05:40 GMT -6
Getting a job was supposed to be a good thing, but really, it could be bad. Especially when Charles was getting hired for another job as a bodyguard, which more often than not clashed with his other job as a novel critique. Really it was just hard for authors to get his well known opinion as Alex Hart quickly enough, which usually went with his present issue. Famous people were more often than not hugely whiny and annoyingly prideful about their work, and Charles was one of those people who would rather remain silent that do more than his required job. Though first meetings with clients usually meant giving details that he really didn’t wish to share. Really his clients didn’t need to know how he paid for things, where he lived, or anything beyond his work phone number and where he would meet them and when. It was hugely annoying when they wanted to know more than necessary.
Mr. Davis was the man who had found him, he was hiring him for his unknown star daughter. His daughter was supposed to be some famous singer of some sort, but beyond what the father had told him, Charles knew nothing about the mystery star woman. Though from what little he’d been told, she was supposed to be a bit spoiled and childish at times. Not quite sure if he was ready to deal with another princess diva who thought that she would be his girlfriend because she thought he was hot and knew that she was too. The entire idea of dealing with another girl like that was almost his worst nightmare, to tell the truth. He hated dealing with the little diva/punks who think that they’re the best thing that came to the planet since Jesus Christ. Seeing as Charles was very religious so this idea really, really ticked him off, to the point where half the time he turned down bodyguard jobs to just do what he loved best, what he went to college for. Though then he had to remind himself that he’d separated himself from his persona for the purpose to make it so he wouldn’t have to deal with fans. If he took on his persona, took on the fans, he would more than likely never live the normal life he were now.
When he was brought into the room where the daughter was supposed to be, he was automatically greeted by the girl, who he assumed was the little diva. His assumption was proven correct when she greeted him in a way that was more like a servant than another person, or possible employee. Though further was his idea proven when she spoke to her father as if he were just her manager, a person who didn’t matter in the scheme of things, which further annoyed him. Attempting not to make a first impression without really talking to her, he tried his best to ignore how utterly silly she was being towards her father. One as famous as she obviously was in the public eye she get used to being protected, especially by those who truthfully love her. It was yet another thing he hated about famous people, they treated family and close friends like complete trash. It was completely repulsive.
Taking a seat, he ignored her rambling to herself, but looked up towards her from his folded hands when she spoke up. He nodded to her once again when she apologized. Not that he forgave her for her rudeness towards her father, but then she didn’t need to know that. Face remaining blank throughout the situation so far, he finally split a smile as he took her offered hand. “I didn’t guess, but all the same. My name’s Charles Reynolds.” he introduced himself simply, with a friendly smile. Hopefully this girl would prove him wrong about her, otherwise he might skip out of the pay check. He did not need another little diva with an issue with him.
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Post by LILIKA ANNA DAVIS on Sept 7, 2010 19:19:22 GMT -6
---------- [/color] •••-- When she first met the man, he didn’t smile, just like all the others. It kind of made her sad inside, she didn’t like how it seemed like no one wanted to talk to her. They were all on mute and broken like that to never act like they are human. She just wants to have an interesting conversation ever now and again. After all she spends so much time with these people it normal to get to know a little about them. Only for her, it was never the case. Only before she could dwell on the matter to long, she spotted her father moving in as if he needed to interview her workers too. Hell Lilika didn’t really need any more people working for her, for some reason her father just seemed to hire more and more.
The only reason Lilika was even starting with the interview was because it made it looked like he was having a chance on getting a job. Only if he was really good and had done this before would he get a job. Lilika was reasonable when it came to hiring people unlike her father who thought anyone who wanted to be her bodyguard would do. He was always over worrying. Even more so now that she was able to go partying and well able to slip away from her guards. Not that she really did that a lot. She wasn’t stupid and knew that people could easily go at her for the wrong reasons as a fan my come rushing over to talk to her.
That’s when she and her father started to fight. Why must he treat her like a child all the time! She acted her age when people let her be her age! It was him that needed to learn to let go. Only to her surprise when he left the man who had come in had not said a word and barely looked fazed by what just happened. As frustrated as she was and angry that her father just didn’t listen other, she turned to the man and got his name. As his came out she took his with a short shake before letting go to wave him to sit down. “Nice to meet you either way Charles.” And with that she smiled sweetly at him before turning around and taking a seat at the table. She saw her notepad but pushed it away from her. She didn’t want to think about her work right now.
Seeing his folder she held her hand out “Resume please?” she said acting like the little fight with her father had never happened. Lilika was a very civil person but with it came to her father and Ben people could say she turned into something like a brat. Only she had her reasons for that, she wanted them to back off and let her do her own thing. She wasn’t little anymore she was twenty-three and need to start doing things for herself again. “So has my father asked you any questions that I may repeat? Or should I just start firing off some questions?”
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Post by CHARLES ADONIS REYNOLDS on Sept 11, 2010 17:22:28 GMT -6
His unsmiling expression had mostly to do with her, but he more than likely would never tell her this. Char after all was doing his best to actually land a job, and he was from the start feeling like that idea was a failure to start with. Besides that, no guard ever wanted to mix their personal life with their professional life. It was just stupid to do that. Even if the person they were to protect was kindhearted, no one wanted to let their personal self get involved with the protection of the one who hired them. It just complicated things. It made things hard, especially when the person was in danger. Feelings make following protocol difficult, more so than it normally was.
With a smile he let her begin the interview, as all people who are trying to hire someone should do, and right off the bat she was doing it all oddly. The fight with her father kind of killed any respect he had for her as an artist, but he did his best not to let that cloud his judgment of her. Maybe she was just having a bad day. It was very possible that both her father and her were just in one of those days where neither could get along with the other. That seemed possible, but at the same time, he highly doubted it.
With an odd look, he looked out her held out hand. Where exactly had she gotten the idea that he had his resume still? With a shake of his head and a show of his empty hands, he gave her an odd look. “I gave it to your father, miss,” he said with an odd look to his face like he had no idea what was going on. “I assumed he was would be helping you choose if you would hire me or not. So, he still has it,” Charles explained with a slight wave towards the door. It wasn’t exactly in his best interest to now realize he’d given his resume to the person the star seemed to not get along with, but it wasn’t like he’d known that at the time.
With a shake of his head, he again gave her a confused look. This woman seemed to have an odd way of doing everything, it was like her father was the devil to her. She made no sense. “Your father asked me quite a few things about my past and how many previous cases I’ve worked, but I don’t mind going over any of it.” he explained with another smile. He really didn’t care what she asked him at this point.
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Post by LILIKA ANNA DAVIS on Sept 26, 2010 17:37:02 GMT -6
---------- [/color] •••-- He gave it to her father, oh joy. This was going horribly wrong. Did her father plan things out like this? She didn’t like being seen as a brat, or a bad person at all. The truth was Lilika was very nice, helpful and not self-centred. Running her fingers through her hair quickly she leaned back in her chair and looked over to one of the guards. “Could you go get the papers from my father before he leaves?” The guard nodded and started to make his way towards the door. “Thanks.” She said before turning back to Charles she smiled weakly. “I’m so sorry about all the confusion. My father doesn’t seem to understand that I need to start running things my own way and you know. . . acting my age.” She said weakly hoping he didn’t already not want the job. She sighed and glanced out the window.
“If you want you may leave if you choice I won’t hold it against you or anything.-“ She started off looking back at him a small smile on her lips as her hands came to lace together on top of the table. “-This meeting has been rather off and I can understand by just first impressions you wish not to stay. I won’t force you to stay.” She said the smile finally touching her eyes. It was not that she really need another guard, plus from what had just happen this man had surely gone through enough of the crap Lilika was putting the other guards through.
That was when she got an idea. “I have an idea. Since you’ve already shared information with my father, and he was willing to bring you to me it must mean he liked you. Therefore why not have you ask me questions and see if you want to be working with me? Sounds fair enough.” She said with a small shrug, before glancing over her shoulder to the other guards. She waved her hand for him to leave, but he just frowned at her slightly confused.
“It’s alright I’ve hired him, he’s starting now you can go on a break or go play cards in the hall. I know you’re bored.” And with that he sighed and made his way towards the hallway without a word. None of them really spoke to her.
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Post by CHARLES ADONIS REYNOLDS on Oct 8, 2010 19:28:17 GMT -6
The look on her face when he told her that he’d given his file to her father was, all he could call it, priceless. Was it really any huge surprise that he’d given his resume and entire file to the main who said ran her protective services, but then of course a girl who acted as if everyone who was trying to help her keep her fame was the enemy would see things like that as shocking. Everything about her came off as self-centered and stupid. Sure, he could understand that sometimes things got to people, but there was nothing, not even a horrible day that would make Charles tell anyone in his family to shoo. It was just cruel, unusual, and the most idiotic thing he’d ever heard of. The fact that she wanted to start running her own stuff was understandably difficult to get across to a parent, but should be something handled behind closed doors. That should be something she keeps between her, her father, and maybe a few close guards, shouldn’t even be the close guards. Really, he wasn’t being cruel. Super stars had to be tough in front of the public eye or they would get torn apart. That’s just the way it was.
Watching her, he kept his face straight, and he did his best to try to see the her that she was trying to say was really there. Was she really a good person or did she just think she was? Her smile did finally reach her eyes, a true smile, and he had to honest, even if it was the first he thought so, she was pretty. Though that didn’t change his thoughts of her. The last little teeny bopper star had been pretty too, beautiful even, but still she’d been full of herself and strung out on drugs. With a slight smile, he nodded as he looked off towards the door in thought.
He could’ve left, he could’ve just stood and she probably wouldn’t have said anything more, but something held him in place. Maybe he hoped she was different, maybe he just wanted to prove to himself that he didn’t have a reason to still be sitting there with another teeny bopper. Though right before he talked himself into standing up, she spoke up and he turned to listen. She had an idea there, it was something he might have wanted to do. He might have wanted to get to know her more, understand her situation, if she hadn’t done that one thing. Though as he thought about this, he debated his next question slightly. Nodding, he let her do her thing as he thought about his question, the one question that would end everything or begin a job for him.
Watching her guards in silent wonder, he was curious why none of them spoke to her. Was that a code he didn’t know about already? Shaking it off mentally, he turned back to her with a slight smile. “I have a few questions, odd I know, but I have to know I’m working for a good woman, you know.” he explained off handedly. With a look off to the side for a moment, he turned back to her with a serious look on his face. “If I were to tell you that you had only one hour to live and there was no way to prolong it, you were going to die in one hour on the dot, what would you do?”
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Post by LILIKA ANNA DAVIS on Oct 25, 2010 15:03:32 GMT -6
---------- [/color] •••-- At least he did not leave. That was kind of him, and he was even thinking of a question! She could see it on his face. She could not help but smile about that. Maybe this guy wouldn’t be all that bad to have around. Then again a few of them started that way. . . but always ended up with the lack of conversation. Yet Lilika didn’t look away from him as she waited for him to speak and when he did she laughed softly. “Umm, that’s a good question.” She paused and looked out the window. “Been awhile since someone’s asked me that. But” She paused again. “I think I’d first dentate my makings to different charities, before doing something fun.”
Look back at Char, she smiled. “Most likely skydiving or something like that. I’ve always wanted to do something like that, but my boss is all.” She squared her shoulders, puffed out her chest and pointed her finger at Char like her manger would. “It’s too dangerous, you could die, I can’t risk your safety on something like that.” Laughing at herself Lilika feel back into the chair it rolled back a little before she spun it around quickly. Placing her finger on her lips she tapped it lightly thinking. “Would an hour be long enough to do that? I don’t think dying in the air would be a good idea. Maybe. . .I’d have to try something else.” Looking up at him like a child she smiled softly. “What else is extreme, and fun that may fill in that time, because making sure my money got to the right places may take some time. Maybe the full hour, that’s kind of depressing! So let’s say I have two hours so I can skydive well I’m at it! So there is your answer.”
Sighing to herself Lilika could only picture of what it’d be like to be free flying through the air, it’d feel like she was flying. . .Her eyes flew open. “Charles! You just made my day! Thank you.“ She said well sitting up her hands slamming on the desk as her eyes looked around for her pen and paper. Spotting it quickly she pulled it over to her and started writing away, her hand quickly starting to hurt as the lyrics of a song started to appear on the paper.
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Post by CHARLES ADONIS REYNOLDS on Nov 10, 2010 11:49:26 GMT -6
She seemed excited about the fact that he hadn’t left. Char wasn’t really the type to just walk out of a job interview without a word, but then if it got much worse he may just turn out to do just that. His question had a few rules to keep a person from completely going way off with it. As she seemed to think on it, he noted that she laughed softly and then paused to look out the window. Not huge signs of anything in particular, but they were trigger signs of a sort in his book. The trigger signs pointed to the fact that the answer to the question didn’t come naturally to her. Not a huge problem, but it could turn into one.
Her answer neither upset or helped him. The fact of the matter was that though she did mention she wished to give to charity and do something that she’d always wanted to do, she did not mention anything he’d wanted her to. There was no mention of saying goodbye to family, friends, or even fans. Yes, he gave her points for giving her entire mass of riches to charity, but that didn’t change the fact that no one close to her was mentioned. There was no saying goodbye to dad, telling family she loved them, letting her friends know how much they meant to her, and no anything for her fans. It was as if everything about her was completely impersonal. Sky diving and donating to charity didn’t scream loving, kind, or warm hearted. Then she added to this bad idea by changing the one rule he gave her, having no more than an hour. With a quirk of his eye brow, he said nothing as he watched her become excited.
Without a word to him, she sighed to herself as if she’d just found herself. It was rather comical to see, but her sudden words and the slamming of her hands on the desk made him twitch. A drilled response to loud sounds was to reach for his gun, which he had to force not to do. If he’d allowed instinct, he’d have ended with his gun aimed at her hands. Not a good idea. Suddenly, she was writing lyrics, from what it appeared, and all he could do was openly stare at her. Had he not said there were a FEW questions he’d be asking her? Yes, he knew that he could wait until she was done, but it was rather rude of her to not realize he was not done. Sitting back, he gave a silent sigh, and he waited for her to finish. She may not have manners instilled into her as he did, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t show her the same courtesy that he showed everyone else. Patience was a kindness that wouldn’t be lacking from Charles.
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Post by LILIKA ANNA DAVIS on Nov 21, 2010 20:06:09 GMT -6
---------- [/color] •••-- This man, Charles was very quiet and well odd. Most of the people who she got to see before being hired talked. He seemed very quiet. That could be bad. But at least when she asked him questions so far he answered them rather than nodding his head. Only at this moment it didn’t matter what he was like or what he may treated her like later. She had muse and it was working lovely. Her hand flew across the papers jotting down little parts of lyrics that she could later fine tune to something amazing and another hit for the amazing Lilika Rain or as her family and workers called her Lilika Anna Davis.
‘I’m free falling, flying for you.
The wind in my hair, a rush of adrenalin
All for you, I’d do anything
So baby please don’t go, hold my hands and lets fall.
Lets see this world from high above
Fly with the birds and kiss like we are in love.
I love you it not a lie
So let’s forget the pass and go on
These fights, this anger, it’s nothing at all
For deep down inside I care for you
I don’t want you to leave
Be out of my life
For when you’re gone I’m falling not flying
I’m free falling, flying for you.
The wind in my hair, a rush of adrenalin
All for you, I’d do anything
So baby please don’t go, hold my hands and lets fall.’
It was not the best just yet, but she could hear the beats, the pitches and the other all song it would turn into. She may change it later to be more of something of enjoyment of life and not so much of love- there were far too many love songs out there. Yet she still smiled at her ideas and if she could would have gone back now and started to fix it up and started to reword and put more lines in but she knew that by the fact Charles had said nothing he was waiting.
Slowly she pushed her note pad towards the middle of the table for him to peek at if he wanted to so she wasn’t being all together airheaded and child like. Smiling at him she ran her fingers through her hair. “Sorry about that, I’ve been blocked all day. Ben locked me up in the office for a few weeks so I won’t get in the new for a little.’- she started off well rolling her eyes-‘But anyways since you gave me the idea you can take a look at it. I’m sure it won’t stay that way, but it’s a general idea of where I want it to go.” She finished having no clue that he was going to ask more questions. Most people would have asked her the next question right after she finished the first. Then again she had gotten the idea. Well she’d just see and wait if he had any more questions.
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Post by CHARLES ADONIS REYNOLDS on Dec 4, 2010 14:10:48 GMT -6
Silence was a comfort among many sins in the world to Charles. There was just something calming about the silence that would surround him at random moments in the day. Though when this silence came to him it was like a slap in the face delivered by the reason he needed the silence. Lilika was more like the child she was trying so hard to hide behind the fact of maturity from than he could even begin to describe. Her answer showed this to him in more ways than anything. A mature adult would feel remorse for leaving the world of the living without saying goodbye in some manner to their family, at the very least. Even someone who felt hatred towards a parent would want to say goodbye to them when they were on their death beds, and vice versa.
Her answer alone told him that she had no substantial connection with her family, like a child, and there was more for her to learn before he could bring himself to desire to spend more than a few hours with her. All she did was make him want to leave even more. Then the random writing of lyrics came, and he felt as though someone had just slapped him in the fact. It reminded him of his first job, he’d just finished telling the paparazzi that his client was respectable and had more pride in herself than to have sex with any guy who walked in her door, but when he walked up to her hotel room the pizza guy came out zipping up his pants. This situation was far less bad, but it still felt like it was possible for a repeat with her.
Blinking at her, Char just tipped his head and started reading over the lyrics she just wrote. It was a curious thing to see an unfinished song in such a raw form, and he had to agree that it could turn into a really lovely piece of music. Given the right amount of work and music to it. Though even that didn’t change his mind. Not completely. Her apology helped a bit, but then he realized where the apology was coming from. “It’s well written, Miss Davis,” he started off with a frown. His mind was going in many different directions, but somehow he still felt as though the two could be a good team. Her other bodyguards didn’t seem to desire to share their opinion with her, and he didn’t have a problem with saying anything he felt. “I’m sure it isn’t finished now, though I’ve never seen a song in this stage before. I would like to make this clear, I’m a bit bluntly honest about my opinions, and I don’t plan to keep it to myself on the job or otherwise. As long as that’s all right with you, then I’d love to work with you” he finally stated with a slight smile.
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