Sophia Charles
Leo ♌
Posts: 32
Age: Twenty-eight
Occupation: Cosmopolitan Magazine Entertainment Editor
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Caitlin
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Post by Sophia Charles on Jun 5, 2013 13:35:06 GMT
It had been an incredibly long week. Sophia had worked close to fifty hours at Cosmo. It usually happened when the deadline approached. They all worked overtime. There had been a few weeks when she was at the office every night until two or three in the morning. Thankfully, the entire staff had worked hard throughout the month to prepare the upcoming issue. That made it much easier when the deadline rolled around. Although it hadn't been particularly stressful, Sophia had still had to put a lot of time and effort into the entertainment pieces in the upcoming issue of Cosmo throughout the week. When 6:00 pm rolled around on Friday, Sophia was determined to head straight to a bar.
Normally she went home to change before she met up her friends for the night. She rarely spent a night in. Sophia loved to go to parties, have fun, drink, and dance with her friends. After the long week, however, all Sophia could think about was a nice, cold drink. Catching a cab from the entrance of Cosmo, she opened her purse and dug around for her compact mirror. She probably looked like she'd gone to hell and back. At this point though, she didn't care. She had straightened her hair, and it surprisingly looked sleek and shiny still, falling to below her breasts and her middle back. Focusing then on her make-up, she applied some more lipstick and decided that it was going to have to do. She decided against going to some of the trendy, upscale bars she usually attended on a Friday evening. She wasn't dressed for that. Instead, she had her cab driver head towards SoHo, knowing a few quaint and smaller bars in the area that she could attend for a drink or two in quieter company.
Reaching her destination, Sophia paid the cab driver and exited the cab, a sigh of relief passing through her lips upon seeing the bar in her sights. It had been such a long week, and she couldn't wait for that drink to finally be in her hand. Smoothing her black pencil skirt, she additionally straightened her dark red blazer, making sure she seemed at least a little bit put together for this outing. She wasn't likely to see anyone she knew well. Most of her friends were probably gearing up for a wild night at a club somewhere. They knew that this was her deadline week, and they hadn't even bothered to ask her. This routine was typical in Sophia's world. Tomorrow she would meet up with her friends after a morning run. Tonight, however, was all about her and a bit of quiet, relaxing time.
Entering the dimly lit bar, she made her way towards an empty bar stool. It was a very nice place - certainly not a dump by any means. She had frequented there before, but it had been two months or so since her last visit. The bartender on staff was vaguely familiar to her, but she was by no means a regular. Most of the people seemed to know one another sitting at the bar. It was that type of joint. Most of the people in attendance currently were there every day for happy hour. Sophia didn't feel even remotely out of the loop or awkward though. She could make friends with just about anyone, and that wasn't what she was there for in the first place. Settling onto an empty bar stool near an end of the bar, she smiled as the bartender approached where she sat.
"Vodka tonic, please." The bartender quickly was off to make her drink, and Sophia took the moment to open her purse and place her iPhone on the counter. Seeing she had a few messages and e-mails, she began to go through them before he returned with her drink. Paying him and ensuring she tipped well, Sophia savored the first long sip of her drink. It had been exactly what she needed after such a long week. She had several empty bar stools around her, and she felt relaxed and at peace in her little corner of the bar. Finishing with her phone, she placed it back into her purse. She looked at the television above the bar, watching absentmindedly as she wound down from her long week.
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Jack Carrington
Capricorn ♑
Posts: 114
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Kassie
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 6, 2013 4:50:42 GMT
Friday, June 13th.
9:39 p.m.
Puck Fair Pub
He had heard the office was fairly slow without him. Clients got the memo fairly quickly that Jack was taking the week off; it amazed him at just how rapidly the word had spread. He hadn’t the slightest clue that his web of clients could be linked in any shape or form, seeing as how the Carrington-Bradford law firm catered to such a variety of New York’s regulars. Nonetheless, he took the compliment with two dimples and a nod, confident that things could run just as fluidly in his absence. So he hoped, anyway. He found it best to keep his mind off the clock for the week, however; after all, last week underwent case after case. By the time he retired to his bed at night, Jack would easily have rather locked himself in the confines of his penthouse above the Pierre Hotel than to look at another courtroom again.
This week, Jack did just that. Days without having stepped foot out of his three-story living quarters, however, had left him in under a particularly dreary condition. Days, hours, nights, evenings, minutes were spent considering the future of Carrington-Bradford, this caused him to write to his younger sister. He offered her a visit, wished her well, and then began to discuss the possibility of handing over the firm to her. Of course, she had denied this offer time and time again, but Jack was convinced that she just hadn’t been persuaded enough. He wandered the penthouse alone, and the days brought in streams of sunlight for reading. He put down his novels early and thought of Charlotte. Charlotte. Only Charlotte.
Heavy on his heart, Charlotte never left his mind. He became a being of nothingness, wandering aimlessly, a victim of a churning mind that tortured him all the while. It nearly drove him to insanity, as he began to see her, cry out her name. He would chase her up the grand stairwell and then follow her into his bedroom, where she would taunt him at the grand window, leaving him again. He would fall to his knees and he would pray after he drank, and he would cry. It wasn’t until this night that Jack had even considered looking at himself in the mirror. He’d become hell on earth, and forced himself out of his prison. An hour and a half flew by, and Jack was dressed in his finest. Uncovering his Rolex, Jack slipped it on for the night for the final touch to a regal appearance. He left the Pierre Hotel feeling unusually exhausted, the sound of passing cars stinging his ears.
They offered him a limo, which Jack did not refuse. Perhaps the refreshments would ease his mind, consume him before she did. The driver held the door open for him, and Jack thanked him before sliding into the leather interior, immediately dimming the backseat’s ceiling lights. The driver lowered the front window, cuing Jack to name a destination. "Anywhere, good friend." Jack said after a brief pause. He sank into his seat, not bothering with the seatbelt. Heaving a sigh, Jack glanced over at the ashtray and wine cooler. He picked himself up for a moment to light a cigar and pour himself a glass of champagne - his personal favorite, as hard liquor was never part of Jack’s routine. The night was still young. Jack understood that the heart of New York beat to its own rhythm, and the internal clock of the city never tolled too late. It was so unlike Boston, he considered, which was much quieter. As quiet as a city could get, anyhow.
The limo arrived at what appeared to be a location in Soho. Jack only knew of Soho on account of a second law firm that treated mostly the young artists of the city; they were, by no means, a competitor. Jack admired the skill of their lawyers, but it was rare that they won a case. In fact, Jack had - for some reason - hardly been faced with a trial including a lawyer from Soho since he won a televised case last year, when he was still in Boston. Jack questioned the warmth of his welcome in Soho as the driver allowed Jack to exit the limo. He turned to tip the man, a healthy sum of seventy-five. The driver had left him at a small bar, quiet, just as Jack liked. The driver knew Jack well, catering to him often. Fortunately, the man had grown accustom to Jack’s tastes without Jack having to give him much detail that night. Jack would send him an anonymous a gift later that week on account of the man’s admirable observational skills.
The bar was far from crowded, but sociable. Not quite Jack’s typical scene, on account of the distinct smell of some kind of overwhelming chocolate entree. The television was a minor distraction and the music was...well, he’d never quite heard anything like it. However, Jack wouldn’t complain. The interior was sanitary and the company looked professional. Jack’s idea of a bar was not that of the average New York patron. Jack frequented the city’s most prominent lounges and quiet five-stars. That is, when you might catch him out. He kept mostly to himself and his thoughts, his penthouse and his novels. Tonight’s outing was for his personal health rather than for the enjoyment of it.
Jack chose a seat at the bar, eyeing the soap opera on the television above. "Your best will be fine." Out of the corner of his eye, Jack could make out the figure of a woman just a seat over. He chose not to look in her direction, rather, he kept his eyes on the counter below him. Jack tipped the man well after his wine was put before him; though Jack only admired the color after taking a small sip. His stomach, his heart and his mind just weren’t in tune. The wine was vibrant and flavorful, but Jack put it down. In that instant, he considered returning home to wander once more, as if the wandering would bring Charlotte into the emptiness of his home. Unfortunately, Jack knew that it wouldn’t.
Heaving a sigh, Jack glanced over at the woman to his left who made a sudden movement. She didn’t look familiar, though she was very attractive. He gave her a gentle smile when she looked in his direction, locking eyes with her only for a moment before returning to the soap opera above him.
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Sophia Charles
Leo ♌
Posts: 32
Age: Twenty-eight
Occupation: Cosmopolitan Magazine Entertainment Editor
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Caitlin
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Post by Sophia Charles on Jun 13, 2013 2:44:40 GMT
Not even realizing that her drink was practically empty, Sophia found herself twirling the straw around and around the glass. The setting was perfect for her mood. She was much too tired to go out to some expensive and flashy club. Usually she frequented those types of places, especially on a weekend. Sophia wouldn't call herself famous by any means. She was well known in her circuit, however. Additionally, her parents were pretty wealthy and well-known in the Manhattan area. Sophia was always invited to the biggest parties, outings, and events. Just like any normal person, Sophia needed to take a night or two off from the glitz and the glamor. The bar was still incredibly quiet for it being happy hour, but it suited her. Finishing her drink quietly, she motioned for the bartender to come back her way. Promptly ordering herself a second drink, she was finally beginning to feel her muscles relax and loosen, relieving the tension she had built up for the week.
Above her head, the television was playing some kind of soap opera. Sophia rarely had time to watch television. Even growing up she had never really caught on to the television craze. Movies were a different story. As a teenager, Sophia had been much too busy to spend the evenings at home watching imaginary people living imaginary lives. She was more of the go out and get it type. Instead of watching people achieve their dreams, Sophia wanted to be out achieving her own. Her life only became more crazy as she moved into adulthood. University would have just been hopeless - she spent most of her time partying. Sophia quickly adjusted to her life as an adult. It was fast-paced and hectic. She barely had time for herself, let alone imaginary storylines, relationships, and people. Hell, Sophia couldn't even handle most of her own close friendships most of the time. She certainly wouldn't be able to keep up with fake ones on a television screen.
That didn't keep her from watching it though. Sophia couldn't help but feel slightly amused as she watched the cheesiness of the soap opera unfold on the screen above her. Did people really believe this stuff? She practically scoffed at the idea itself. Sophia had never been one for the overly romantic gestures. There was something to be said about simple, elegant romance nowadays. It was practically obsolete. Sophia was lucky to get a date that held the door open for her, let alone bought her a dozen red roses and sent her a romantic card the day after. Sophia watched as the handsome man on the screen dashingly swept the beautiful young woman off her feet. Sophia realized she wasn't even listening to the words. She was simply watching the motions, a bemused smirk on her features.
She was finally pulled away from the mega drama occurring on the screen when she sensed movement. Turning her head slightly to catch the sight, Sophia saw that it was a man - a rather attractive man - who was seating himself a mere one seat away. Well, well, well, this was turning into her lucky day. He wasn't looking in her direction, and she was determined to change that little fact. Looking him over, she found he was familiar to her. Perhaps she had seen him out and about at a party or event. Maybe he was in the entertainment business, too. Either way, she had seen him around before. She couldn't recall speaking with him, but if it was up to her she would have that changed this evening. What a coincidence, though, that she go to some off-the-wall bar and see someone that she was sure she had seen before. It truly was a small world.
In an attempt to catch his attention, Sophia moved her hand quickly from her glass to her hair, running it down her rather long, straight locks. Looking towards him, she was pleased to see his eyes now in her direction. Smiling widely, Sophia knew how to put on the charm. She wasn't foreign to these encounters or meeting men at the bar. In fact, this was practically an every night occurrence. She had prided herself on becoming a professional at the bar scenes of happy hour. She knew just how to act in every situation. Often times she found she wanted to run and hide after introducing herself to some guy. Who would have thought in a city that size of New York that so many men would be so incredibly irritating?
Taking another sip of her drink, Sophia gathered her confidence and decided to simply go for it. Taking her time, she slowly stood, not attempting to hide herself from him. Although she wasn't scantily clad by any means, Sophia knew she looked good. She worked out, ate well, and wore designer clothing. So what if she chose to showcase herself to the best of her abilities. Moving to the bar stool that stood between them, Sophia easily slid onto the seat, placing her drink down and promptly extending her hand towards the man in front of her. "Sophia Charles." She paused, giving him a toothy smile. "Pleasure to meet you."
OOC: I AM SO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT. I am a terrible human being. -hits head off wall-
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Jack Carrington
Capricorn ♑
Posts: 114
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Kassie
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 14, 2013 3:47:14 GMT
The soap opera above him was entirely ridiculous; a woman being swept away by the overly-exaggerated muscle man that was portrayed as prince charming. Jack picked up his glass, swirling the alcohol around the rim of the glass as he kept his eyes on the television. Did all of Manhattan keep up with this? Jack reminded himself to stick to his reading, and he was suddenly very thankful that he hadn’t gone into the entertainment business. His attention, however, was broken by the lucid sound of a woman’s voice to his left; he turned his head to meet the gaze of the woman he’d seen one seat over only a moment ago. She introduced herself, and Jack offered her a second gentle smile.
He wasn’t feeling quite himself, though he was always one for formalities. She had extended a hand to him, which Jack tenderly accepted, pressing his lips to the top of her hand. “Jack Carrington,” he nodded in her direction. “A pleasure to meet you as well, Miss. Charles.” Jack smiled charmingly. He took in Sophia, as though she were the only being in the entire world at that moment. Jack had that way about him; it were as though the entire universe stopped for the person in front of him. You were his in that moment, and his attention was forever enduring. His eyes seemed to take you in for exactly, in that moment, how you wanted to be portrayed. Part of this is what made Jack Carrington a successful attorney; the other part was sheer charisma.
Feeling that his beverage was going to waste, Jack took a small sip from the chilled glass. The chill felt wonderful against his lips, as he felt as though he were developing a fever. The woman before him looked like professional company, but her bold mannerism suggested that she frequented more of the popular parties. Jack had been invited to several himself; when he first arrived to New York, he was encouraged to attend. Of course, Jack kept mostly to himself. He liked to observe the party-goers, not be part of it. He would perch at a higher location, looking down at the masses and enjoy an expensive wine.
Knowing that he likely wasn’t looking his best, despite his efforts, Jack smiled warmly. “Please, forgive me.” He said softly, deeply. “I’ve been a bit...tired. I suppose my sinking spell hasn’t quite worn off.” He chuckled, taking another sip. The drink went down a bit more smoothly this time as opposed to the stinging sensation he had experienced earlier. The taste began to make a bit more sense, and Jack could feel himself beginning to relax.
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Sophia Charles
Leo ♌
Posts: 32
Age: Twenty-eight
Occupation: Cosmopolitan Magazine Entertainment Editor
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Caitlin
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Post by Sophia Charles on Jun 15, 2013 14:03:14 GMT
Jack Carrington. Sophia mused silently to herself, sure that she had heard this man's name before. She wasn't sure where, but she was certain she was familiar with his name. The thought did occur to her that she had never met this man before, but that he was somewhat famous in the Manhattan scene. It wasn't a foreign concept. He could have been incredibly wealthy, or done something outrageous that had everyone talking. It was just like every other city or town in the country. People were bound to talk, and she was dead set on the idea that she had heard his name somewhere previously, through some grape vine.
When he took her extended hand and gentlemanly placed a kiss on top of it Sophia couldn't help raising an eyebrow in amusement. She hadn't been aware that men nowadays still performed actions like this one. Sophia was very used to the same type of guy, particularly the ones she met at happy hour or the loud and chaotic dance clubs. They usually saw her as attractive and alluring and their only thought was to get her in bed. She felt that it was a game for them - a chase. She liked to indulge them in their little games. She would play along for a period of time and then flit away, usually right when they felt they were about to win. Sophia didn't feel bad for being a tease. These guys were only trying to sleep with her. It was a rare occasion when she met a man that seemed interested in a conversation, not just a rendezvous in her king-sized bed.
"You're quite the gentleman." Sophia spoke her thoughts aloud, stating a fact that he was probably already aware of. It was refreshing to her. Although she had known nothing personal about this man before moving to the bar stool adjacent to his own, she would have easily guessed he would have been quick to hit on her and ask for her number. However, he was thoroughly surprising her. It was like taking a gulp of ice cold water on the hottest day of July after her morning run. It felt.. nice. Due to that fact, Sophia wasn't in a rush to move away from her current bar stool. Instead, she was intrigued by this mystery man, and she was itching to find out more.
The next time he spoke, Sophia took a moment to listen to the way in which he phrased his words. It felt so deep, soft, and sincere. It was just another characteristic that was a bit confusing to her, yet made her feel so incredibly curious. She laughed along with him, her own mingling in the air gently. Pushing her hair behind her shoulder, she too took another long sip of her drink, enjoying the taste more than ever. "I must say I think you look rather dashing." She grinned, flashing a pearly white smile that was perfectly aligned thanks to years of braces and retainers and thousands of dollars spent by her parents.
Looking down at her own appearance, she figured that she also did not look her best. She'd come straight from work, a very long work week, too. She knew she had to look tired. The vodka tonic had definitely helped ease the look of tiredness that had been etched on her face. The more she drank, the more lively she was bound to become. "I'm the one who should be apologizing. I came straight from a deadline week at work." She grinned, pausing slightly before continuing on with further explanation. "I'm the Entertainment Editor at Cosmopolitan." Finishing her statement, she took another long sip of her drink as she waited for another response from him.
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Jack Carrington
Capricorn ♑
Posts: 114
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Kassie
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 16, 2013 6:43:34 GMT
Gentleman. It was a familiar term to Jack. It was the word of his infancy, his childhood, his adolescence and present. Jack’s life had revolved around proper etiquette, heavily balancing and deciphering the difference between right and wrong, acceptable and unacceptable. It was safe to say that Jack was a different breed, particularly in New York. It baffled those who knew his father, who was a burly man with a loud and hearty laugh. The most proper thing about the man was his expensive attire and fine taste for exorbitant wines. Otherwise, William Carrington was everything his son was not: outspoken, uninhibited and one for the night life. It was a curious thing that William raised his son to be the quiet, reserved man he turned out to be. Jack never put the blame on his father. Especially not tonight.
Feeling a bit at ease - more so than he had all night - Jack turned to completely face the woman. “Thank you, Miss. Charles. You’re quite the catch yourself.” And she was. Jack could easily tell that Sophia did this often; he wasn’t her first move, and he certainly wasn’t her first nightly interest. Taking a final sip of his drink, Jack was surprised that he had finished it off so quickly. He placed his glass on the counter, assuming that the waiter would bring him another soon. Upon Sophia’s compliment, Jack smirked. He was surprised that anyone thought he could look even remotely decent after his night, truthfully. Jack kept his eyes locked on Sophia’s, careful not to eye any other point on her body. He didn’t wish to suggest something he didn’t mean.
Jack might have silently suggested that the woman probably worked for the media, but the idea hadn’t crossed his mind. Jack and the media, at times, did not seem to get along. Particularly when he was printed on the front page - good or bad news, Jack felt uncomfortable being exploited in any shape, form or fashion. However, exploiting attorneys didn’t seem to be the target of Cosmopolitan magazine, so Jack saw no clear and present danger. “I see,” Jack responded softly, taking another drink. “I work for Carrington-Bradford, an attorney.” Jack offered a polite smile before finishing the second drink. He began to feel a light buzz, something unfamiliar to him.
Jack lighted lightly to himself, peering into the empty glass. “The wine here,” Jack raised his eyebrows, attempting to clear his vision a bit. “Is there something a little extra in it?” Jack returned himself to Sophia, laughing. He felt a bit foolish, and he felt a bit more open than he typically did. Part of Jack wanted to tuck his tail and run, while the other half begged for more wine. Jack sighed, losing his smile again. "I'm terribly sorry. It hasn't been my night." Jack laughed, resting his head on his hand. He rubbed his temple for a moment, hoping to regain a bit of composure rather than continue to make a fool out of himself. He was likely making her feel unimportant, inadequate. Jack eyed her again, this time examining her smaller features. The gentle curve of her nose, and shine to her hair. There was an attractive curve to her eyebrow. Jack lifted himself, observing her closely before speaking. "Miss. Charles. Has anyone ever told you - why, your eyes are incredible." And they were. Of course, eyes were a woman's best feature, in Jack's opinion. Quickly coming back to his senses, and realizing that he was foolishly staring, Jack turned away, feeling a warmth come over him.
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