#classicdecadence

Transfers weren’t anything new in the ice hockey world but usually it happened with the players. You could definitely say that this was a transfer for Elena. After having worked on the board of a smaller ice hockey club in Nashville, she had been approached to come and work for the Nashville Predators. It was an opportunity that she had grabbed with both hands. She had come from far, a big move from Canada to settle in Nashville so she could chase her dream of working in this line of business. So to get up to the NHL… It was clear that she had reached the point she had been working for so hard.

With her move to the Predators, it also meant that she would see some familiar faces once more. Something that she hadn’t expected but it was definitely a pleasant bonus of her new job. It was the reason why she was currently lingering around the exit of the training facility, waiting for one of the players to come out. It didn’t take long before he finally appeared and Elena made her way over.

“Hey there stranger. Do you still recognize me from Montreal or do I need to get our high school photos out?”

It’s been a long time now since Filipa actually went on a date with another guy. After her sisters death problems with her father began to complicate more and more, and as much as she tried to keep him at bay, he constantly slipped from her hands and just went deeper into this nothingness of misery and pain. His drinking and gambling became serious, so serious that eventually his sins began catching up with him. Even though his behaviour hurt her as he acted as if both of his daughters were gone and there was nothing to live for anymore, Filipa manage to cut the deal with the men he owed which eventually lead her to one of the richest and most powerful families around. 

Her tasks were very simple - always be available, come in, do make up for everyone necessary, leave. And she had a lot of work on her hands, the family was huge, and they constantly had gatherings, meetings, celebrations, she even traveled with them when it was necessary, and it was going to last a while until her fathers debt was paid off while he recovered in a rehab they put him in. All this craziness did make her bump into someone quite interesting and handsome, a man by the name of Jackson Ross who was always around when she did the make up for the triplet daughters who were barely eighteen. The two of them small talked here and there, but as Filipa spent more time at the estate, she began engaging more into conversations with him. 

Eventually it all lead to both of them being teased, asked if they are dating and such, and how they must go on a date. So Jackson asked her and Filipa gladly said yes. It most definitively was out of her comfort zone but she had to try, right? And now she had a perfect excuse to actually do her nails, hair and make up, nothing too much because she preferred to look more natural but still didn’t want to look the same as each day he saw her. Her dress was flowy with a flower pattern and she even put on a sexy lingerie which was gifted to her by one of the daughters who knew they were gonna go on a date, in case it goes the right way. She felt really sexy and pretty tonight and excited to meet him. As soon as her phone went off and she saw a message from him that he was downstairs, Filipa slipped on her sandals, grabbed her purse and rushed down the stairs to meet him standing outside of his car. With a big smile on her face she approached him and looked him over. “You look very handsome tonight, Jackson.”Filipa then mused with hum. “I wasn’t sure where we’re going, hopefully i’m not overdressed... or underdressed.”she said with a chuckle and stopped in front of him, just looking him in the eyes. “Hi...”

There wasn’t much that Serenity wouldn’t do when she had her mind set on something. The latest being her new role in a movie that was set to push her further into stardom. It was just the role that she needed to be taken more seriously as an actress. The typecasting hadn’t bothered her for the first few years, she’d fit into the bombshell role, but she knew that if she wanted something that was going to last, she needed to push her boundaries. Which is where this movie came into play. She’d known from the very start that the competition for the role would be high, that it would likely have been offered to someone with more experience, maybe a little bit older. But Serenity had never been one to go down without a fight, with some simple tricks up her sleeve. Luckily for her, it wasn’t all that hard of a task, and even better, she definitely had fun while doing it. 

With daylight waning, Madeleine was trying to keep her head down, and get home as quickly as possible without any extra attention. She had certainly tried her luck enough. Having done some work for the resistance, she knew she was taking her life into her own hands, especially when doing things in broad daylight. Things had become increasingly harder to come by, and to do without getting caught. In particular, things had started to get dangerous for Madeleine, with people paying close attention to her who happened to agree with the Nazi values and rules. It was only a matter of time before she figured she would also need the assistance of the very resistance she worked to help.

Reaching her apartment building, Madeleine rushed up the stairs to her floor, only to freeze when she saw a familiar face waiting for her. With confusion on her face, Madeleine let them inside the apartment only to find out that her time had come. Today. It was a warning, they were rounding up people in her building to ‘relocate’ to a more appropriate area, those who had received notice... of which, apparently, Madeleine was one with such a notice. Everyone in the resistance knew that relocation meant deportation, and deportation led to unknown horrors, of which nobody had actual knowledge of but everyone had heard rumors about. All they knew was that once people left, they did not return. With her fellow resistance member in her apartment, a quick plan was hatched. They  would take some of her essentials to their own apartment to hold for her, mainly clothes, and some valuables. In turn, Madeleine would need to leave and get somewhere safe before curfew.

Time was running short, leaving her friend behind, Madeleine thought over her options. There were other resistance members, but none could help her find a place to hide. None, except one person she knew might be able to find her a safe place. A man with connections, and an uncanny ability to operate without being caught. Madeleine tried to look as calm and innocent as possible as she made her way through the city to Max’s club, having been there before for the resistance. When she arrived, her heart was racing trying to think of what she might say when she saw him, only to find herself face to face with Max, and blurting out words without thought. “I didn’t know where else to go, but I need help. I’m sorry to come to you... you have more than enough to deal with, but if I go back home then I’ll be sent away by them. It’s not safe there.” There was no need to explain who ‘them’ was as he would know she meant the Nazis. Whether Max could help her, she wasn’t sure, but she knew that he was really her only hope or she would need to survive on her own wits.

If someone were to ask Eloise to somehow define the relationship she’d maintained with TR after their daughter was born she wouldn’t know where to start. They were cordial overall, always made sure to put their child first as any set of co-parents should, but when it came to just the two of them - to be frank, no one got under her skin more. If anyone knew what to say to throw Eloise off, it was TR, and it was a talent of his he played into far too often in her opinion.

“I haven’t known you to be, actually. Perhaps you’re losing your touch and becoming a man of all talk and no action.” Eloise responded to his question about being shy, not wanting to give him the credit of knowing how the little nickname remark tickled her fancy. His furthering comments caused a laugh to fall from her lips in almost perfect unison with a roll of her bright blue eyes. “Oh so that’s what it is, you just want my attention when you’re bored and lonely? How charming of you.” Her head shook a bit, keeping a firm pull on her lips to resist a grin forming on her features. “But of course, you’re right, I’m not mad, just a little disappointed that you’ve lost your edge, compared to how... exciting you used to be.”

 Two weeks until she had to actually kiss Alexei on stage and make it look as desperate and loving as she knew the director wanted it to be. So far she'd managed to get by with just the steps, and small chaste kisses that allowed her to focus entirely on the footwork. She shook her head, getting those thoughts off her mind as she started up her music again, running through her variation with as much focus as she could. Giselle was an hour and a half in already and still finding places where she could nitpick down to the way her wrists looked. 

 Finishing out the last set of pique turns, she caught sight of the open door and it threw her off, causing her to put her foot down prematurely, the music finishing out even though she stood there, catching her breath. "Don't do that. You scared the hell out of me," she told him, straightening up and retying her skirt from where it had come loose during her turns. "What are you even doing here anyways?"