Roommates (Open for one female)

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OOC: I will be writing as Claire, the young woman who responds to the "Roommate Wanted" ad, and I need one female to play the ad-writer. No PM is needed, just a short character description.

Claire Jacobs, 24
mid-back length black hair, usually worn in loose waves, pale skin, dark blue eyes
slim with petite curves
bellybutton, tongue, nose, and ears pierced
tribal tattoo on lower back

IC:
Claire Jacobs sighed with frustration as she hung up the phone. She was a blossoming photographer who had recently told her devout Christian parents of her attraction to girls and was being kicked out of the house for it. There was no way she could afford her own apartment, so a roommate seemed the only option. She had been circling ads all morning and making phone calls, none of which ended well.

Her parents had agreed to let her stay in the house until she found somewhere else, but they refused to talk to her or even acknowledge that she was still their daughter. Claire decided to try one more ad. She dialed the phone number and after two rings a young woman answered. At least she sounded friendly and if she was going to be turned down, it would be nicely, Claire thought.

"Hello, my name is Claire Jacobs. I'm calling in response to the ad for a roommate, and would like to set up a meeting if you're still interested." she said politely, but with a tired and slightly frustrated edge to her voice.

 

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Angela looked wistfully as her roommate packed her bags and left the building. A few days and few drinks earlier, her roommate's mother visited, advocated that a woman had the right to choose her own lifestyle of work, and promptly told her daughter to move out when Angela admitted she stripped for a living. Angela sighed, gave her roommate a last kiss, and that was that.

Angela was otherwise quite the professional. At work, it helped that she just wasn't attracted to men. This allowed her to focus on her craft, perfecting it -- and paying her share of the rent. Unfortunately, it didn't pay all of it. Also, not-so-unfortunately, the club expanded, with its "Ladies Only" section of the club. Women were always a more fun crowd -- their attitude towards strippers was less out of lonesome desire than outright fun. Angela did have to confess to herself that dancing for other women -- particularly the lap dances for the attractive ones -- turned her on. That led to less-than-professional interpersonal situations, though fortunately it led to her last roommate.

But when her roommate left, Angela had to look for a new one. Networking was an important skill, but she made the mistake of enlisting her friend and co-worker Myavi's help. The club had a community board for its regulars, and, well, that was a natural place to put a "roommate wanted" ad, wasn't it? Angela never even *thought* of putting an ad there, and answered the phone. "Well, hello, Claire. My name's Angela." After some small talk on the phone, she continued, "Perhaps we can meet at a nearby cafe, then I can show you the apartment?" The frustrated voice at the other end of the phone became a little less frustrated.

OOC: Thanks to Willow for letting me join!


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Claire sighed in relief. This conversation seemed to be going extremely well, and she was feeling very good about this prospective roommate. "That would be fantastic, Angela. I can meet you in fifteen minutes." she said happily. She wrote down the name of the cafe that Angela told her, gave Angela a vague description of her (black hair, blue eyes, small diamond stud in nose piercing) and hung up the phone. Things were looking up, and Claire was in a much better mood than she had been for weeks.

She went up to her bedroom to change into something a bit more presentable than her Happy Bunny pajamas. She stood in front of the closet for a good three minutes before mentally kicking herself. She was simply going to meet a girl and then possibly move in with her. It wasn't like she was going on a date or anything. But still, something about the girl's voice made her want to look her best. She finally decided on a nice pair of jeans, a deep blue tunic tank top that complimented her eyes perfectly, and a pair of sandals.

She grabbed her keys and headed off to the cafe, sitting down at a table and waiting for Angela. She felt like she was going on a blind date, slightly anxious, but very excited.

 

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Fifteen minutes was just enough time, and Angela had been late to work enough times that it was five minutes a luxury. She brushed her flowing red hair, and applied the gloss to her red lips. She pulled on the straps of her lacy black bra, accompanied by its matching black panties. Her black pants contrasted with her white blouse. The blouse wasn't exactly transparent, but hinted at the black lace underneath. Two buttons undone, one for comfort, one for luck.

She smiled as she touched Claire's hand. Or, rather, shook it. Hmm. Claire seemed oddly familiar. A pierced nose *should* have stood out. Angela doubted she would have seen Claire at her dull semi-clerical job. But... not the club, was it? That would be awkward. Then again, Claire *was* attractive looking, the piercings and tatoos perhaps hinting a little danger that Angela thrilled.

"Good to meet you, Claire," said Angela, sitting down with the young woman at an outside table. "How did you hear of the ad?" Five minutes later, Angela wasn't sure whether or not to strangle Myavi or to kiss her.


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Claire managed to contain her surprise at the sight of Angela. She *knew* she recognized the phone number in the newspaper from somewhere, but she had never imagined it would be this girl. Of course, the time they had met previously, Claire had been slightly depressed and drunk off her ass, and she didn't remember much of the night. But Angela's was a face she'd never forget.

Claire wondered briefly as a look of recognition flickered across Angela's face if the other girl remembered her. She regained her composure and tried to answer Angela's question in the most appropriate way possible. "Well, I first saw it in a club that I've been to a couple of times. But, I wasn't looking for a roommate then, so it was just in the back of my mind until this morning when I recognized it in the paper." she swallowed, a little intimidated by the cool and collected air that Angela had. She was rambling, and mentally kicked herself to stop.

She pushed her dark hair out of her eyes and smiled, pushing aside all awkwardness she had previously felt. "So, would you like to show me the place?"

 

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"Oh!" Angela faintly blushed, then recomposed herself. Yes, she remembered the raven-haired woman. When Angela saw her all depressed, she felt for her, just a little. But rules were rules, and, at most, Angela could give her a reassuring smile at her place of work. But this was not work, was it? Angela gave Claire her soft, yet professional, smile. "Yes, I'd be happy to show the place. It's easier to walk there than to take two cars." As they entered the apartment complex, Angela continued. "It's a two bedroom apartment..." the spiel continued. Eventually, Angela asked, "So what do you do for a living? And how did you like my act?" Angela's smile was a little *less* professional, as she gradually recognized the woman from the club.


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"Actually, I am a budding photographer. I've had a couple of shows downtown with some really good responses, so it's going really well. It's not a steady job, but I will be able to pay my share of the rent." She returned Angela's smile warmly. "As far as your show goes, it was amazing, to say the least. And I'm not just saying that in hopes that you'll accept me as your roommate. It was, without a doubt, one of the sexiest things I've ever seen." Claire blushed lightly, quickly switching the subject. "So, are you still interested in me...as a roommate, that is. Because, if you are, I'd like to move in as soon as possible. Things are kind of...tense...at home, to say the least."

 

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Angela's eyes lit up. A photographer! Hmm. The manager of the club wanted new photos of the girls, and Angela always hated the photographer he hired. The manager needed the photos by the end of the week and Angela was too busy showing the apartment... "Um, Claire... Do you do photographs of people... like models and such? You wouldn't happen to have your portfolio in the car so I can see your work? You see... I need some photos of myself for the club and if you don't mind my posing for you... Oh! What sort of host am I? You just got in the apartment and I haven't shown it to you yet!" With that, Angela escorted Claire through the apartment: the smallish but efficient kitche, the living room that had but a sofa and entertainment center, the view of the apartment pond, and the second bedroom. "This would be your room. It has its own bathroom which shares a door with mine. It looks kind of bare, but let me show you my room. I know you've seen my act so don't be too surprised, okay?" Angela opened the door to her room. It was billowy and satiny the way she decorated it. Light transparent wisps of rose and pink draped from the walls, giving it an airy feeling. Her own bed was of matching satin sheets, smooth and flowing. What matched yet was supposed to be odd were five clear plastic half-manniquens, dressed in "outfits" worn at the club. "I have to wear more than one costume at the club, and these help me visualize that I don't wear more than one of the same-looking outfit in a night. Plus, I dance with other girls, and want to make sure what I'm wearing matches theirs." Angela mused that it would be better to have a live person, wearing an outfit to visualize things, but Angela kept to wisdom of "visualizing" Claire and didn't mention it. "You'd like to move in? That's terrific! I hate to pry about the family so perhaps you can show me your portfolio instead? I hope you could use me as a client for your photography," Angela smiled.

OOC: Mmm... perhaps we can move forward to the scene where Claire is taking pictures of Angela? Or perhaps Angela offers to let Claire take the bed for the night, comes back *exhausted* from a special engagement, and forgets that she's supposed to take the sofa...


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Later, Claire was smiling as the two girls sat on the couch together and flipped through her portfolio. It was rather extensive for just a beginner and there were many different types. There were some flowers and trees- her brief attempt at wildlife photography. Mostly, however, the portfolio consisted of beautiful girls in various poses. There were some men, too, but it was mainly women.

"This one I'm especially proud of." Claire said as they flipped to a picture of a young woman crawling in the grass. Her face was half-shadowed and the way the light surrounded the other half of her head made her look like she had a halo. "So, do you still want those photos taken of you?" Claire asked as she closed the book.

 

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Angela smiled. "Most definitely!" Until seeing Claire's portfolio, Angela wasn't quite sure what kind of "photographer" Claire was. The beauty of Claire's photos showed that Claire wasn't *that* kind of photographer. Yet her preponderance of female models told Angela that Claire was *that* kind of woman. Of course, Claire attending the club Angela danced in didn't exactly hide her preferences, did it? Angela spoke. Noting the woman in the grass, Angela said, "I love this sort of pose. I usually just do lingerie shots for my pictures, but I'd like to see what you can do for me. I'd like to try something different. Of course, I'll need some "poses that men like" to entice them to come into the club." Angela paused. "When could you start taking pictures of me? Do you have a studio or favorite place? I could pay you by reducing the rent, I can pay you in cash, or..." Angela was only partially teasing, "I could give you a few *special* performances I reserve for our wealthier clients."

OOC: I'd *love* to see what different poses Claire has Angela does, but if Claire wishes for payment in advance, I'm sure I can accomodate that.


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