@tom_breda: (Every time I read concur...I feel like it means "I disagree" o.o Thanks though)
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@_dopple_: No matter the reviews it wasn't a normality for the Gothic Prince to take residence in any hotel, but this night of nights withheld specific reasoning (one he wouldn't discuss). Anonymously exiting Victorian inspired hotel the street styled socialite adjust his scarf as he entered the bewildering winds of a newborn winter. "Shit." He murmured through consoling fabric, genuinely taken back by frigid weather not mentioned on the daily morning news. "I need a drink." He spoke to himself yet again, keeping himself company whilst family and friends tended their own personal business. It was during this personal exchange with himself that the telepathic aristocrat felt the presence of a trailing stranger. And although he could shut down this unknown persona's mind the yellow eyed progeny would instead act as if he wasn't aware, wondering just how this stranger would act.
@tom_breda: "You're right. I should have thought this through, but thank you for taking a few moments to talk to me. It's not everyday I get to talk to someone civilly. Now I realize you have a life to live so I'll be on my way. Just know that if I do have a legal problem...you'll be the first person I call..."
Noah slyly smirked, leaning forward and grasping a plain yet informative card. Knowing the ploy went as planned the always acting socialite felt a heavy weight fall off his shoulders. "Until then...have a nice day." He remarked as he exited the comfy office, even winking at the still frazzled receptionist as he made his way to the outside world where cameras once again awaited his presence.
He heard the questions pour like rainfall. "I thought you didn't like Mister Breda? Have formal lawsuits been placed? I thought you were innocent?" He didn't react violently, because he didn't place much value on their narrow minded opinions. Instead the always tender persuader looked toward flashing photography with a sense of unyielding glee. "I'm not at liberty to discuss what happened inside. Let's just say my beliefs were reaffirmed and this state has no grounds to sue me. Tom Breda is a great man. A person any innocent party would want on their side. Thanks for the pictures kids, I'll be retweeting and reblogging them later tonight." He mocked their insubordination, throwing up peace signs as he entered his life proof limousine after a telepathic request received from his soft spoken body guard.
(I thought this was good....o.o)
@tom_breda: "I'm not lying." He detected the coy behavior enacted before his piercing yellow eyes. It wasn't often, but the prince of power knew when he was being placed underneath a microscope. "Honestly, I'm tired of the corruption, deceit, and baggage the NYC elite come with. For lack of better metaphors you're a diamond in the rough. A person I'd be honored to have on my side."
"Are you serious? Haven't you heard the news?" He chuckled, amused by his question yet understanding the nature of its' inception. "They say I'm behind the four hour identity leak. I didn't do it. It's just an assumption based on my coincidental entrance into Gothic." He appeared entirely insulted, immaturely crossing his arms in a fit of disappointment. "I just don't want to be accused of something I didn't do." Even though Noah's exterior actions were entirely emotive, his internal operations were as calm as the dead sea.
@tom_breda: His jaw clenched, grinding his teeth at the lack of reverence presented, but it was the remembrance of his acquaintance's medical affliction that tranquilized spontaneous aggression. "Of course..." Noah timidly responded, adjusting his posture as he attentively analyzed every word spouted from the debonair attorney. "I suppose it's a contract I need." He inhaled in and out, focusing his thoughts on positive memories, a method he used to create his signature, optimistic demeanor. "It's just with the wild accusations thrown my way...." He scratched his head, playing the victim to perfection, even if his associate could not see. "I thought it'd be smart to have you on my side. Word is your the best there is. Money isn't a problem, but I figure that isn't something you're worried about...?" An arched eyebrow indicated curiosity as the yellow eyed progeny sensed a peculiar anomaly in Mister Breda's emotional spectrum, substantially perplexed by his nonchalant behavior.
@tom_breda: "I didn't notice you there." Unbeknownst to the telepathic mutant stood a promising opportunity by the name of Tom Breda. It's this immature absent mindedness that results in a more apologetic approach. "Sorry for the surprise visit, but I'd like to hire you." He spoke rather bluntly for someone of his pristine stature, even making the first move in reaching outward for a firm handshake. "That's if you'll take me....of course." For all intents and purposes there was no valid proof of Noah causing the identity leak only theoretical speculation. "....." The prince stood stoically still, habitually scratching his head whilst awaiting this justifiably intellectual acquaintance.