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Nabs · #1 (**permalink**) 01-28-2009, 01:53 PM

The photojournalists and advertising team have been awarded their own room to keep their work as organised as possible. However, this probably acts as more of a hindrance than a favour as the room is even more cramped than the open clutter of the journalist floor. Desks have been crammed into the room, along with several filing cabinets and what looked suspiciously like a muggle golf bag that used to belong to one of the previous editors (a biting jinx has stopped people from trying to remove it).

A small window with a view of the cobblestoned streets below provides meagre light for the photojournalists.

You are here.

Ama · 01-30-2009, 12:31 AM

As he stepped into the room, the light flickered on and off ominously setting the mood to the plight about to commence. The desks, made of compressed wood were old, rotting in places, and some missing sharp corners where an irritated wand (or two) had been aimed at recklessly to vent off steam. As if to add offense to being disgraced with such inferior working items, they were closely set next to each other, leaving enough room for someone to squirm sideways between them to reach different areas of the diminutive working room.

Turning to his side, Ian squeezed between a desk using a text on plants to support one lost leg and another, glowering at the quavering muggle item in the distance.

Conveniently set right next to his assigned desk was the hostile golf bag. The bag that reminded Hoshino every working day how far from grace he had fallen. Pulling out his wand, he was ready to aim at it's ugly white face, however; despite all the qualities and skills Ian Hoshino had been graced with upon birth limb coordination was not one of them.

The tip of one of his onyx Lauke dress shoes collided with a rogue book, also improperly used as support. Unwillingly, Ian fell towards the mocking ground.

It was ugly.

Not to mention noisy. From his nameless coworker's desk he managed to pull down over his head a set of manila folders, perhaps two stacks of what seemed useless forms and mock advertising pamphlets waiting to be approved. Looking up from the mistreated wood floor, Ian's dark eyes took in the golf's back rapid shivering, its own form of amused tittering, only to be outdone by the fact that the only natural light that poured into the room was falling on "him", casting the bag in a shower of jeering luminescence.

Ashamed, angry and sore from the fall, Ian opened his mouth to let out a melodious string of obscenities in both French and Spanish, having inherited his Mother's temperament. Reaching out thoughtlessly, he reached out to slap the golf bag only to have half of his palm in his inexplicably dangerous mouth's possession.

Whoever the idiot who thought of placing a biting jynx on the thing should live a life without offspring and premature balding.

After fighting for a good few minutes with the golf bag, Ian had managed to mutter a paralyzing spell. He stood up clumsily, banging his knee on the desk. Nursing a red hand against his chest, Hoshino allowed his dark brows to furrow with curiosity.

Outside he could hear the soft deadly murmurs of That Woman. In reply came a juvenile and joyful voice belonging to a naive man it seemed. Ian could only scoff in disbelief. Nearly settling himself in a crooked chair, the man of mixed heritage stood still, rejoicing in the sudden electicity the air was buzzing in.

With the click-clacking sound of what could only be Mona's favorite boots came oozing the scent of menace, calling for him.

And what else could he do but obey? Standing up, still nursing his hand, he opened the door gracefully and stepped out.

Lockhartian · 02-13-2009, 04:36 AM

She wasn't going to head back to her desk after the search...Nope. But, oh, Ian wasn't in here. Did he leave the office? That was probable, considering how he liked to spend the day out, getting good coffee.

Coffee. She still couldn't believe how someone could drink that much coffee. She found water entirely refreshing, not to mention waaaaay healthier. And those people that even added sugar to the caffeine full drink...Eww...sugar. No. Unless it was on donuts.

But, oh, right..."Iaaaaaan!" she exclaimed, hoping the lifesaver will show up any moment from now in this much-too-cramped space. This is why she worked on her photos back home, unless dementors were forcing her to work in here. How dramatic, as if she hadn't been working in this place before.

Ama · 02-13-2009, 04:42 AM

Blocking the entrance to the work area, Ian scratched his forehead with one corner of his clipboard, brimming with signed contracts and billing copies. Knoll was occupying the biggest space there was in the room, at a safe distant from the biting golf bag. "The walls are thin enough," commented Hoshino in Sienna's direction, throwing a suspicious look towards the nearest wall as if expecting Getti's face to mysteriously appear on the peeling paint.

That peeling paint was hazardous for his very important and prestigious lungs. That woman just didn't care if he caught some kind of lung disease or a fungus...

Still scratching his forehead with the clipboard, Ian groaned. "Sometimes I wonder..." he didn't finish his thoughts as he lowered his arm and stepped in sideways, trying to squeeze his lower body (i.e. butt), between unoccupied desks.

Lockhartian · 02-13-2009, 04:59 AM

Right. There he was. The man of the hour, or at least the minute. "I know they're thin...I'm just...loud today" not to mention a bit lazy from staying out late.

"So, Ian, darling...I have a favor to ask you" she said, almost teasing, Sienna loved how much of a hard-worker Ian could be, not to mention perfectionist and simply evil, sometimes. So, this suited for him. "I need you to turn this..." she said, showing him an old edition of the Daily Prophet featuring the photograph of the Minister with a lot of other wizards around him, "...into this" she said, as she placed a post-it on top of that. Oh, so muggleish.

He simply had to erase the wizards around the Minister, for she needed a photo of Brennan alone, and she wasn't welcomed into the Ministry anymore, well, not for another week.

"Pleaseeee...will you do that for me? Excellent!" she said, and placed the newspaper on the clipboard Ian was holding, "You're obviously the best" she continued, and gave him a sweet smile.

"By the way, I got a new 1920s camera yesterday...let me know if you want me to bring it...it's one of a kind" that was the thing that made her lose her precious sleep. But she'll fix that with another bottle of water.

Ama · 02-13-2009, 05:21 AM

And every other day, though Ian as he averted his eyes towards a snow globe on one of the desks. How did that get there. Finally squeezing out of his prison between shabby compressed-wood desks, Hoshino picked up the snow-globe, which had most likely been used as a paper weight, turning it upside down and shaking it.

When Sienna announced she had a favor to ask him, Ian chewed on the inside of his cheek, giving the snow globe one last vicious shake before settling it back down on the desk. When didn't she? Ian, fetch me a water bottle please. Ian, this just doesn't seem right--do you think the composition of this photograph works with the article? Ian...my foot hurts! Ian--

"Want me to get those..." he paused to give the blustering idiots around the Minister, all vying for his attention as he if could spring out his camera and blind them with a flash. "Out." That was entirely possible. "Maybe I can do it...but it's going to be a bit difficult without any incentive," drawled Ian out of the corner of his mouth, tilting his head, dark hair covering his eyes briefly.

Incentive, being that vintage 20's film camera she was mentioning. To have such a precious baby in his hands--it was giving him goosebumps. "Do you understand...?"

Don't make me beg, woman.

Lockhartian · 02-13-2009, 05:37 AM

Someone's clock was ticking, and the sound was certainly annoying. Oh, how much she wanted to be back in the Archives room. She still couldn't understand how could the Editor's offices didn't have any sort of charm to prevent them from listening the outside.

Simple answer. They wanted to know everything.

Still, though, silence was precious. Especially when combined with the ocean or a river, or anything water related. Oops. Ian was talking, and she wasn't paying much attention to his words. Except. Incentive. Oh, no no no no no no. As much as Sienna thought greatly of Ian, he was NOT going to get the camera for himself.

This task wasn't nearly as difficult, but Sienna still needed that article done. "Oh, sweetheart, incentive enough will be me speaking nicely of you to the Editors" she said, not as a threat, well, it could be considered as a threat if he was thinking of getting the camera. Which, of course, he wasn't, right?

But then it hit her, Ian was asking for the camera. Perfect timing for her to be mentioning such a thing. Sigh. "A good incentive will also be getting your work done, and not taking a break in the middle of the day" like he tried to do, earlier on. "But, what am I talking about? Actually, what are you talking about, Ian? You? An incentive? You don't need that...you'll make things perfect whether you gain something or not" she said, an eyebrow raised but her smile still sweet enough.

"You may borrow the camera for an hour, though...whenever you want" and there will a charm on it to prevent him from stealing it.

Ama · 02-13-2009, 05:53 AM

What a wicked woman.

Here she was, dangling a vintage box camera, most likely an Eastman Kodak from 1922. It probably took pictures on film packs instead of rollfilm and telling him he couldn't have it. Completely unique in its form if you didn't think about the Primo Jr camera.

Glancing sideways, he tapped the clipboard against his thigh. "I get the job done, I don't think taking a break is too much to ask," muttered the man bitterly. Rubbing his chin, he stared Sienna down.

This woman. She wasn't even giving him the details to keep him satisfied for the rest of the day. "So...is it an Eastman Kodak..no, why would you get a camera to needs film packs. You can barely get those anywhere," muttered the man to himself, frowning intensely at the ground in thought, chin caught in his hand. "Maybe a Thorntorn Pickard...?"

Merlin, woman. Do I have to offer you part of my soul? The bits he hadn't sold to Getti Forde already in any case.

Lockhartian · 02-13-2009, 06:09 AM

Sure he does. Wasn't the little clipboard part of his job too? Yes, Sienna knew how hard it could be to sell ads, especially when Getti kept wanting more income out of ads. But the only real solution would be for the Wizarding world to open more shops.

If photography was the only thing she cared about, then she'll open a shop of her own. But, she also wanted to write. So, no shops, nor newspapers, nor magazines of her owning. That was, well, a lot of work, and it was better to take someone else's job instead.

"Oh, yes, you'll get the job done, sweet Ian, I know you'll do it" she said, her sweet smile not so sweet anymore, and not such a smile either. And he was muttering to himself about the camera. Yeeez. This man was certainly having some serious issues. Maybe St. Mungo's was right for him, except that...who will she annoy at times? Plus, they couldn't afford to lose someone as apt as him.

"Oh, you'll see it when you see it" she said, with a wink. She was NOT going to let him know which model, NO, which brand it was. And she was seriously reconsidering about even letting him borrow it.

Ama · 02-13-2009, 07:36 PM

That wink was the deal closer and Ian Hoshino reluctantly forfeited from the battle. At least for the time being. Breathing out heavily, he held the clipboard to his chest all the while giving the snow globe on the desk a sour look. "Will that be all?"

Lockhartian · 02-14-2009, 04:29 AM

Of course Ian was going to get the job done. Sienna never doubted it. Except, maybe at the end, or with the 'incentive' part.Like such a thing could work on her.

But she smiled and clapped her hands, almost soundlessly, "Yes, that'll be all, Mr. Mini-Getti" she said, with a smirk. She was sure that Ian could end up being just like the Editor, and the fact that his previous phrase sounded much too alike to the one that leaves Getti's mouth was certainly pretty funny.

"Thank you, Iaaaan" her smile appeared quite evil like, as she started to walk away to her silly untidy desk. Well, it wasn't untidy anymore, but it was still such an annoyance to have to share the seating scenario with others.

Ama · 02-14-2009, 06:35 PM

Ian tried not to break his clipboard and the innocent snow globe in his silent rage. Instead, he curled his upper lip not bothering to reply politely to Sienna this time around. Taking his seat, rather clumsily at that, nearly toppling over his chair. Hoshino pulled out the contracts from his clipboard and began sorting them out.

Before he had realized it, several hours had passed and Ian, found himself with no work left to do. The work area had remained empty for the exception of Sienna Knoll but they both did different work meaning--Ian Hoshino was once more stuck with carrying everyone's work load.

Rubbing his forehead he thought of complaining to Getti but that would cost him. He might as well report to her--and see if she would cut him some slack and send him home early. Packing up, he finished filing the last of the papers before tugging on the buttons of his shirt. One last hateful look at the cheery snow globe on his desk, Ian stood up and walked out of the room.

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