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Post by Maggie Carpita on Mar 18, 2011 10:54:04 GMT -5
   - - - - - - - - - - - -"...honey please, just take me to the backseat! Just take me to the backseat, where no one else can see!"
Cruising along the winding road on the beach-front, the smell of the sea air reaching her nostrils through the open window and wreaking all sorts of havoc upon her senses, Maggie shrugged off her chauffeur cap as the sun beat down on her. It was tough work doing this job when the good weather came around, that was for sure. She reached her hand up to wipe away some tiny beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead, brushing her bangs out of the way in the process. As the music continued to blare from the car stereo, the brunette drumming her fingers against the steering wheel, still singing along with the music as the limousine made it's way steadily up the vast hill towards it's destination; The Neptune Hotel.
Why they had to build the damn thing on a cliff was beyond her. Maggie naturally assumed that whoever did it, knew that she was going to be the one who had to steer up and down all the time, collecting and dropping off the rich and famous of Faraway. She had made it her personal goal to give them a piece of her mind when she finally hit the big-time.
While chauffeuring might have been a good job for now, it wasn't her lifelong ambition. She wanted to join the likes of the great Evel Knievel himself as one of the world's greatest professional daredevils. She just had to come up with something equally outrageous and dangerous to wow the people with and gather a following. Not that it would be too difficult - she'd already been involved in some pretty hazardous incidents, like the time she jumped her motorcycle almost 50ft over a police car.
Of course, it had been unintentional, but she had to get her good friend Al out of trouble, right? In fact, a lot of the times her excuse to her family was "I was helping get Al out of trouble with the cops." And it worked, every time, because her parents thought Albert was a "good kid." Even if the boy in question hadn't been with her during one of her stunts, she still used it. That's right, Maggie was a bit of an adrenaline junkie.
Finally pulling up in the parking bay right outside the grand hotel, Maggie switched off the stereo and got out of the car, taking her hat with her and resting it on top of the glamorous black limo; she could see her reflection in it perfectly, it was that clean. She raised her brow as one of the doormen approached her - a guy named Bruno who Maggie knew well. She knew a lot of the other staff here, considering she and her limo frequented this area. There was always some kind of fancy event in town that someone wealthy staying in the Neptune was waiting to be escorted to.
"Sorry Mag, they told me to tell you they're gonna be about another forty minutes to an hour. You know what these celebs are like."
The young woman nodded, raising her brow.
"I know, I know. They like to make us wait", she replied, giving a wry smile. "Thanks Bruno."
As the doorman gave her a reassuring wink before climbing the steps and disappearing into the lobby, Maggie yawned, stretching a little before getting into the car and moving it along a bit, so that any other vehicles coming into the area had space. Getting out of the parked car again for some air, she shrugged off her black suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of her white shirt before loosening her tie a little before. If the boss saw her, he'd flip shit, but man, this get-up was annoying sometimes. One of these days, she'd be the one paying to be taken to glitzy events. She could sense that it was there, on the horizon. It was just a matter of time.
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Post by Mickey Disney on Mar 20, 2011 20:09:58 GMT -5
He wasn't usually so late, but tonight he was having difficulty picking out what to wear. It was his first night back in Faraway since his newest project wrapped up. He grinned at his reflection over the sunglasses. He hadn't exactly decided where to go. "What do you think, Pluto?" He asked the blood hound on the bed. Being a blood hound, Pluto didn't really have an opinion, but at his name his ears perked up. Mickey chose to read this as a sign of approval.
"All right. I'll be back in..:" He glanced at his watch. "Six Hours, give or take. Try to stay out of trouble. And stay away from the peke across the hall. Her owner chewed me out earlier for you chasing her earlier. Got it?" He glared at the hound, who barked in what he could only guess was agreement. "Good" He grabbed his hat off the bed and tugged on his suit jacket, before turning on the TV to Animal Planet. "Here. The dog show comes on at eight. Enjoy buddy." And with that he slipped out the door, leaving his dog to fend for himself.
Sliding down the rail of the big stair case in to the lobby he smiled and waved to a few familiar faces, and waved to other people he didn't know but who looked friendly enough. As he exited the hotel, he saw a girl, who was not properly dressed for her chauffeuring job by her limo. He didn't know if she was waiting for him or not, but she was pretty and waiting. It was dangerous to keep a pretty girl waiting, so it might as well be for him, right?
He smirked at her as he hopped on the hood of her car in an ill fated attempt to slide across it. And by ill fated… well he landed on the pavement in a most ungraceful tumble, but he bounced back to his feet, brushing the dust off himself. "Hi. I hope you're my chauffeur for the evening. And if your not, I'll buy you off for double if you ditch who ever you're actually waiting for. And I'll probably buy you dinner. It's not a date though. I have a girl, well I'd like to have a girl, she just… well anyway"
He tugged at his ear a little bit nervously. He honestly didn't want to talk about her. Not to this pretty girl who wasn't her. He could have left off that he had his heart set on the same girl that wasn't her since forever until their third or fifth date, but like his usual self he just had to mess everyone up with in about twenty seven seconds. "Yeah double your pay and dinner." He said changing topics. It was a pathetic tactic but it was all he had a this point. "Providing you pick a good place to take us. Since you're driving. I'd normally try to drive a girl to dinner , but I've never driven a Limo and I wouldn't look nearly as good in that outfit. I mean when you're wearing it like its supposed to be worn I bet you look really good."
He grimaced, scrunching up his nose a little. "That sounded like an insult didn't it. Sorry. i have this problem where I say words."
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Post by Maggie Carpita on Mar 26, 2011 8:09:36 GMT -5
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As the minutes ticked on by somewhat slowly, the limo driver began to grow slightly impatient. What was it with these rich people anyway? Did they just like, stand around thinking "Ha! I'm going to be late for the Ball by about, oh, fifteen minutes tonight"? Somehow, Maggie wasn't surprised. Did they think it would make them look marvellous just to walk into a place when everyone was already seated? Sure, Maggie knew all about poor timekeeping - when she attended The Chestnuts she was forever being told off by her teachers for wandering into class late. However, she didn't like being late. Prompt timekeeping was a must, and she hated that feeling that rose in the pit of her stomach whenever she walked into a place late, and all eyes were on her, judging her. It was embarrassing, and it made her squirm and her face turn this really deep shade of scarlet.
Shuffling her feet and pacing with her hands on her hips, kicking a few pebbles from her path as she did so, Maggie let out a huge sigh. If she knew she was going to be waiting out in this sunshine for this long, then she would've brought something cooler to change into, like shorts or something. She wasn't really the type who wore skirts, much to her mother's dismay. What? She hated her legs, they were so scrawny and weak looking. A chicken had sexier legs. It was when she heard a strange noise, like something sliding down a window, that Maggie looked up to find a young guy - not much younger or older than her it seemed - sliding across the bonnet of her limo.
As the whole scene seemed to go on by in slow motion, Maggie paused on the spot and stared at him, her eyebrows becoming lost in her bangs now. What the hell? When he toppled off the other side of the bonnet however, a grin appeared upon her face and she snorted, shaking her head as he sprung back to his feet unhurt but looking a little ruffled. Catching his comment about buying her dinner, she really struggled to contain her laughter this time, biting down on her lip. It was all very amusing.
"If you're the bozo who's kept me waiting for so long, then I guess I am your chauffeur and it'll cost you a very expensive dinner for making me wait. And if you're not, then, eh, get in anyway. I'm bored of waiting. It's no fun when you're parked."
Shaking her head and grinning to herself, Maggie made her way around to open the door for him, before moving swiftly towards the driver's door. She looked up sharply across at him from over the top of the car, quirking a brow when he questioned the way she wore her uniform. To everyone else, it would've been a little insulting, however Maggie here was a good one for letting things like this roll right off her back. She made a slight face but shrugged, opening the door to the vehicle and seating herself behind the wheel.
"Forget it. You know, you really know how to charm a girl", she replied, putting on her seatbelt in a bid to at least be a little professional now that a passenger was on board. She smiled, still amused but pulling the car out of the drive once she knew that he was seated and well. Maggie cast a glance over at him from her rear-view mirror. "So, where we headed? Other than Snob Hill of course."
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Post by Mickey Disney on Apr 3, 2011 3:08:13 GMT -5
"You don't know if I'm the bozo you're supposed to be picking up or not?" he asked raising one eyebrow slightly. That seemed odd. How did she not know who she was supposed to be picking up. When someone said You're picking up Mickey Disney, one simply did not ask Who's that? She would have known she was picking up him if she was, so Mickey could only guess that this driver was not for him. However, mostly out of fear of getting a middle aged man driver instead of an attractive young girl driver, he chose not to discuss who she was really there to pick up. That person was just out of luck for the evening. He grinned at her, climbing in to the back of the car. He was in luck, of course he generally had good luck. Okay he had bad luck, bad bad bad luck, but it always ended up working for the best. So that was kind of like good luck… kind of.
He drummed his fingers on the window as they started driving. "Surprise me. This is my first night back in Faraway in a while, I've really got nothing in mind. Where ever you feel like going, thats where I want to go. Unless Oz is there, then we'll have to go a different place you want to go." Mickey wasn't ready to face his brother. Not on his first night back. He wanted to have a couple days before he dealt with that nightmare. "Somewhere interesting. Yeah Surprise me." He grinned at her reflection in the rear view mirror, stretching out across the seat. He had every intuition of leaving her alone until they arrived where ever she had decided to take him. He really was in no hurry to get anywhere. He would go home eventually, and until eventually he had no real agenda. Only his dog was waiting for him back at the hotel, so it wasn't like he had to be home at any particular time. Pluto would still be there and happy to see him regardless of what hour he arrived.
The plan of not saying much failed as he moved close to the separation from the font and the back. "So do you drive lots of famous people?" He'd always wondered what it would be like to be a normal person. He was used to being Mickey Disney. He would never have to drive his own car, but the idea of being someone no one noticed was fascinating to him. "Is it hard what you do? I wouldn't think it is. You just drive. But I would probably get really, really bored. Thats pretty easy for me to do. Does it pay well? I mean better than most other jobs?" He had only ever done one thing and knew it paid really well compared to most jobs. He was having someone drive him around after all. "I think it would be interesting. Yeah you do the same thing all the time, but you get to meet all sorts of people." And that would be well worth it in his opinion. He met a lot of people in his job, but unlike his chauffeur who always got to be the chauffeur and exactly what she was, all anyone ever saw of him was what ever role was their favorite for him. He never really got to be Mickey to anyone he knew, which sort of sucked come to think of it.
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