open//words that no one will hear

[WILLIAMjamesCONSTABLE]

Pushing paper was so boring. Impossibly so. William sat behind his desk, dressed in jeans and a button down shirt, sleeves rolled up and hair pushed back. It was just too hot, and the stupid air conditioning failed. Things always did that--broke when you needed it most. It made him think about his luxuries, but really--was it too much to ask that the air conditioning worked during the summer? If it was too much to ask, then he should be able to wear shorts to work.

William was a lobster.

Being cooked in the pot of a room by the sunlight streaming in on him.

He sighed, his fingers typing lazily and article that he was sure almost no one would read. It was hardly exciting, just a piece on a certain garden product gone bad. he'd probably get a bunch of retired men and stay at home mom's who would glance at it and then go back outside.

[{*~Selena Kindell~*}]

Work...again, it was suppose to be her day off but of course the new art show was coming so there little errand girl was needed to do her duty. A few minutes ago she had been sitting in the office and now she was carrying a portfolio full of information for the newspaper. They were meant to have shots of the new galleria so she had been in trusted with every shot that came from the photographers flawless camera. Her hair was up and she wore a jean skirt, high heels that she felt like stilts in and a band t-shirt, ah the joys of working behind the scenes. Though she had noticed...even the artists dressed like that so one day when she got her break she hoped...would anything about her be any different?

Well of course things would be a bit different...cross that things would be a lot different though she did not want to fight dirty to make it to the top. The thought had crossed her mind a few times, no one could deny that including herself but once it came she made sure that it was swept clean with in a few minutes. That was what got you into trouble, even daring to think about something like that would send her down a path she knew of which to not take. Selena did not see the appeal in becoming famous for a few years and then becoming some washed up drunk that was shown on the tabloids and laughed at. Watching her step she made her way into the building looking around for a moment, glad she did not wear her jacket it was steaming in here.

Scanning she noticed someone at a desk and decided that it really did not matter who she talked to, well at least she was not all that picky who she talked to at the moment. Walking up she looked at him, her brown eyes shimmered from the sunlight and she did not release her grip on the portfolio. "Not that you don't look terribly focused but may I intrigue you for a moment" a slight french accent showed. That was what she got for living there for most of her life, but it could never be a bad thing...in less someone hated the french then she was in a bit of a mess. "I'm the lackey" she said jokingly with a smirk "that they sent from the metropolitan museum to drop off some photographs".

"I wasn't exactly told anyone" she said tapping her chin thinking about it and wiggling her nose slightly as she did "but I guess anyone will do". As long as they were safe hands, so she hoped to talk to him at least for a few moments so that she would know who he was, get an idea. She was a big reader, so even if she hated what was in the newspaper she still read it every morning which made her feel a bit old. It was usually the elderly who had the time to read everything, but she found time to read everything you put in front of her regrettably. Sometimes she did so while painting, she taped it to the wall which was a bit embarrassing but it was one of those hush hush things.

[WILLIAMjamesCONSTABLE]

William looked up as a young brunette approached him, an accent light on her tongue and he laughed, responding with his own mild british accent. "Yeah you can leave them here, I'll find out who needs them." He nodded lightly opening the folder gently. He flipped through the prints with a sort of brisk carefulness not to put finger prints on the photos.

"Are you the photographer?" he asked her, looking up at her face (and actually really seeing it) for the first time. "They're quite good." Will commended. he was a hopeless photographer, and he certainly had no artistic ability. The only skill he had was words, colorful words, vulgar words, poetic words, rough words, soft words, formal and casual alike. It was his job. He understood not through pictures but through language.

Therefore he always enjoyed when someone with a talent opposite his succeeded, because without people like that, the world would be too one sided.

[{*~Selena Kindell~*}]

Letting out a breath she nodded and ran a hand on the strap of the messenger bag as she noticed him take the folder gently. It really did not bother her to much, that was as long as he did not damage them because she would have to be the one to take the fall for that. She had never heard her boss yell but she was not about to hear it, simple as that. He was rather careful so some how she felt a bit of her nervousness about him having them sort of drift off. If he was careful then she did not mind, after all these were not exactly totally meant to be private, they were meant to be shared with the world.

Hearing a question Selena looked at him her dark brown eyes focusing back in as she did "I took a few, they don't let a art student do to much though". Selena thought photography to be lovely but she could not see herself being much of one plus working with models reminded her of her mother. Which was something she was not the biggest fan of she had left home to get away from her mom not to find mini ones running around. "I'm better at drawing and painting though, more of my forte" smirking she looked at him "and apparently sitting in a sweltering hot office is more of yours hm?" She was not exactly sure if she would be back to the museum but hey it was suppose to be her day off so what was the worst that could happen?

[WILLIAMjamesCONSTABLE]

William just nodded and shut the folder again, putting it gingerly on top of a stack of papers. "I could never draw, I couldn't do it for my life."He laughed shaking his head. "I'd always start and then thing'd go tits up and I wouldn't know what the hell I was doing anyway...and..." he paused realizing he'd used a fairly uncommon expression, one that his british friends used all the time. 'Tits up', basically just meant 'fucked up', 'screwed'. It was vulgar, but it was funny--and made a point. However, he could see he was older than her and didn't want to seem perverted.

"Sorry, British expression." he didn't even bother to worry about weather his boss had heard him say it, but he'd gotten in trouble with saying that before.

"My forte is words, which is why i'm doomed to spend my time in hot newspaper buildings."

[{*~Selena Kindell~*}]

Laughing the first smile she had sense she came to this city, real smile played on her face and she shook her head "I am sure you would do just fine". As he said what was the problem it was very common among artists, she had moments like that before...everything went good and then just one thing could mess you up. Selena could name pieces of which she had started and wanted to add some finishing touches and found out that said finishing touches were a bit to much. To much detail could mess you up, that was overloading a detail with more details like shading. If you shaded something to dark because you thought it was to light then it will probably look more strange then it did before.

"It's alright, after all taking things from every culture is appreciated" it made her think a bit about France...it was such a wonderful place, she missed it. Her parents had tried to send her to college there so if she would of been a good little drone for her parents then she could be back in her home. She wanted to go back there not because of her parents, but because of herself, because of what she could accomplish on her own. It was simple, living in New York was her shot at making it big and getting back at her parents which never hurt. So he was a writer they were always a curious bunch "I'm sure you will make it some day, everyone has to start small" she said shrugging. [/size]

[WILLIAMjamesCONSTABLE]

William smiled lightly. Had to start somewhere. Of course it was true, but ti didn't make it any easier to live threw at all. He sighed and stood up. "Here, I'll go take this to the art director, so you don't have to worry about them not getting there. I wouldn't want to get you in trouble." He certainly understood what it was like to have a dead line and a bad boss.

He stood up and picked up the folder and left quickly dropping it off with the secretary explaining the situation to her and then he came back, noticing she was still there.

"Mission accomplished."

[{*~Selena Kindell~*}]

It never made it easier, but she believed that fame was not a easy road to travel down either she had seen some of the worst things happen. Watching him stand up Selena nodded "I really appreciate you helping the little lost french girl" she said sticking her tongue out. "Eh" she shrugged "getting in trouble is not to big of deal...kind of" Selena was not sure what would happen if she did not work at the museum. While standing there, she thought of how to repay him, a sketch would maybe be a good idea but for a writer maybe she could do something more for him. Could always get him a sneak peek or something into the newest additions to the artwork, so he could have the first details on it.

When he came back she snapped back and nodded her head and gave a light smile "oh well thank you...I really hate dealing with people sometimes". Thinking about it she looked at him "if you ever need anything like sneak peeks of art show's I can always get them for you". After all he was nice enough, plus he had helped her out more then what people would normally do then she remembered she had never introduced herself. "Oh and I'm Selena Kind-" stopping herself in the middle of her statement she brushed it off, stupid, stupid, stupid. That was not suppose to come out but she merely looked at him "I'm Selena" she repeated it just to reassure herself that he had missed that...which he probably had not.

[WILLIAMjamesCONSTABLE]

"I'm Will." He said extending a hand for her to shake. But really, he had no way to get in touch with her if he did need to get into an exhibit. But normally he could get in places with his press pass. He was a good writer, he got good articles most of the time. He doubted he really needed the help, but you never knew.

"And it was no problem," he assured her with a smile and a nod. Did she need anything else? There was work he was supposed to be doing.