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@wynterlanding : [] Sender And Receiver Hear A Sound When They Should Be Alone ( Footsteps / Creaking
@wynterlanding : [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] sender and receiver hear a sound when they should be alone ( footsteps / creaking floorboards / a scream / etc ) @ Frankie
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When it came to making connections and getting a name out there, parties were always the best way to do that. Frankie was a regular at all the biggest parties and social gatherings, typically followed by one or two of her clients. Rarely did she come to these events alone. It was all work to her, not a social event. Every interaction with some director, big or small, was a chance to plug the clients she felt fit the best.
This time, it was a young actor she met working in a soup kitchen. He gave the usual story for young actors, coming to Hollywood seeking fame and wanting to bask in the limelight, without realizing just how hard that was. Lucky for him, Frankie was there to give him a boost.
Of course, he also tended to wander off as well. Not quite as focused as she expected, but she could deal with it.
Passing through a back hallway of this venue, Frankie was checking every room she figured he would be in, "Bloody hell, Marius, where are you?" She mumbled to herself. She came on a door that led to a balcony, noticing someone was out there who fit the look of her runaway actor. Opening it, she started her scolding immediately, "I swear to God if you're meeting someone out here again I will -" moving closer she could see it was Marius, a slight smile coming to her face in place of the anger, "Landon Wynter? What are you doing out here all alone?"
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His smirk fading back into a serious expression to match Acelin's, Marius just raised his chin a bit. He leaned back in his chair, just exhaling a breath. There was no denying that answer... Which meant plenty to figure out. He grabbed his glass and held it up for Acelin to take, giving a nod, "Maybe something a bit stronger this time, yeah?"
He ran his hand through his hair once he gave the glass over, just scratching his head trying to figure out how this happened, how they got to this point. There was no denying Acelin was a good looking guy, and they got along well too. It just threw Marius off guard to hear he had feelings for him, more than just a friend. The questions all bubbled up, but he needed to sort them out and figure out where to begin.
@inechoingsilence || xxx
“I’ve always loved the idea of not being what people expect me to be.”
— Dita Von Teese

Something Frankie noticed about Landon was the fact that he backtracked on things he said if it seemed like it could be taken a different way than he intended. Always so careful with his words. Given his current reputation, she couldn't blame him. But, she was always cordial enough with him whenever they were able to speak that she thought he would let down that guard just a little, just enough to be able to relax.
"Don't apologize," she said it with a slight laugh, the corner of her mouth curling a bit more with the smile, "In a sense you're right, however, I'm sure you know I'm not like all agents. I'd rather not hear about my 'children's' bedroom fantasies." Frankie let the joke hang between them, hoping it would lighten his social load a little.
The question about her being at the party made her pause, giving him a slightly weird look. Maybe it was because no one really asked that before, but she also figured it should be pretty obvious to anyone. "Why? Because I'm not the type to fling a newborn child into a hornets nest. Even though the child in question has wandered off to do who knows what - hopefully not damaging his fragile reputation," Frankie shakes her head, standing up straight to take her phone from her purse to check her messages, "I take no thrill being around these people. It's just work to me. Keeping my clients safe and making sure they are introduced to the right people."

Seeing no new messages, she tucked the phone back away and returned her gaze to his face, "But you are right. Things were better when it wasn't about who you know. When it was about actual talent instead of what publicity you can bring to a name. I saw that trying to make my own way up, but it clearly didn't work. And it's been all downhill since. Good looks get you anything."
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