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*It's perhaps 15 minutes after the call, Samantha pulls the 1980 BMW 745i sedan up to the front door of the hotel. A gift from her father, Sam used it to ferry around Max when he wasn't feeling up to driving himself. He hops out, instructing her to find a place to park, he'd call if he needed her. He makes his way into the hotel, in full dress as he makes his way to Elanah's room, knocking twice on the door.*
Max's Outfit
Elanah paced around her room. She is in a pair of boy shorts and a tank top. Her Dog tags hang from her bed post. She had clothing strewn all over her room. Her hair is wet from a shower and is up in down. She has a towel draped around her shoulders. Once the knock comes she opens door quickly. "Max, Thank god I have no idea what I am to do."
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*Max sighs softly, quickly stepping in and closing the door behind him. He takes his hat off, taking a moment to study the clothes strewn all over the room. T-shirts and blue jeans, wonderful.* Riiiiiiiight... Let's just... *He thinks for a moment, seeing she still has her hair dripping wet.* Alright, new plan. Wait here, I'll be right back.
*Max runs back to the front desk, asking the man for a hair dryer. While that's being fetched, he calls Sam, telling her to come inside. She walks through the front door about the same time the bell hop comes back with the hair dryer. Max escorts Samantha to Elanah's room, walking back in and introducing the two women.* Elanah, this is Samantha; my assistant. She's privey to all relevent information about our kind; so you don't have to worry about that. And she's usally a good girl, not asking too many questions...
Sam, this is Ms. Uziel; an associate of mine. Try and do something with her hair, I'm going to run out and find something fitting for tonight. Feel free to get any cosmetics you need. *Max leaves, flagging down a taxi and heading to the closest vintage store*
*Samantha bows, maintaining a respectful distance* How may I be of assistance, madam?
"I am a Soldier, I am not used to formal dress. Last time I had to dress formally I was sent to the party to kill a man." her frustration is prevalent, she looks at Samantha and softens her voice, "My Apologies. I am not used to the ways here in Sacramento. And my sire had me wear my uniform when I went to court back home." Her Israeli accent is thicker when her voice calms.
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*Samantha smiles, her lips spreading wide in a friendly grin that's both reassuring and comforting* Do not worry; compared to getting Maximilian ready, this should be easy. *She clears the clothes from a spot on the bed, plugging in the hair dryer and reaching into her purse to get a folding brush. She motions for the female Kindred to set in front of her so she can begin her work.*
*Meanwhile, Max tears through rack after rack of clothing at the vintage store. Most of it is 60's and 70's trash; a little 80's punk mixed in. It's a good 30 minutes before he finds what he's looking for. Classic, clean; something respectable for Elanah. Next comes the jewelry. Nothing fancy, all of it costume. But by the twisted strings of fate; Max's sire had taught him that good, vintage jewelry could be just as impressive as new, real jewelry. A pair of art deco pearl earrings and matching necklace; and he's back in the car for the trip back to the hotel*
Elanah sits in front of Samantha. Allowing the ghoul to help her with her hair. She says nothing. finally starting to relax. Luckily she ate on her way home so that is one less thing to worry about. She sits quietly saying nothing. I would much rather be in my uniform but that is inappropriate for this night. Sadly. Elanah thinks to herself.
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*There isn't much for Samantha to work with, hairstyle wise; Elanah retaining the cropped hairstyle of the military days. A short, pixie-ish style is the best the ghoul can do; but it's quite passable, even cute.* Oh, you're recently to the city? So is Max. I hope it wasn't too far for you.. *It's small talk, more to pass the time than anything else.*
"I am from Israel." Elanah says. She reaches over and pulls her dogtags from the bed post and puts them on.
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*Samantha nods, nothing too telling there. She watches as the female vampire slips on the dog tags, but says nothing, finishing up her work and beginning to apply makeup as Max walks back in. He has a few bags, unpacking them on the dresser. The necklace and earring, and he has a little trouble pulling the dress out. He curses softly under his breath, finally managing to free it and spread it out on a chair. He turns to the women, shaking his head a little* Don't tell me you're planning on wearing the dog tags tonight?
Elanah ignores the question, "Don't tell me your planning on getting me into that dress." What she didn't tell him was that if she still had breathe she would be breathe taken. The dress was beautiful. Like something from a movie. It was long flowing white and black. With black gloves to match. She was, for lack of a better word, stunned.
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