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Shapeshifting_one

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Date: Aug 15, 2008

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He had gotten up early that morning, needing to get this done before the full moon, get his bid in and then wait. Freshly showered, his hair neatly combed back off his forehead and partially dried. A new suit of dark-blue, no pinstripes or such upon it, just a solid blue that brought out more of his amber and red-streaked eyes. The material is a fine mix of 30% cotton and 70% polyester, breathe that's what a blend like that is. Double-breasted, the suit falls over the waist of his tailored pants that fall with a small inward stitched cuff just at his ankles, the hems falling over his highly-polished black shoes of which match his leather belt that cinches his waist. The buttons are undone, revealing the crisp, shirt of white beneath, the top collared button done up, nice and loose to let his throat breathe, adam's apple sliding easily along the line of his throat. A solidly black tie is encircling his neck and falling to the top of his belt buckle, just the tip of the wider top half touching it. Cool water cologne, masks his scent of natural forest and pine smell, at least to those not any sort of lycan. He had trimmed his hair, more presentable he thinks with it just touching the top back of his collar, of shirt and suit jacket. His face is cleanly shaven, though it would not take that long for most of his neat beard to grow back soon enough. All his accessories upon him, mostly in pants pocket and some in the inside of his suit one. He then leaves his and Andrea's room and moves to the elevator down the hall, moving with a fluid grace that comes naturally, mostly from his instinct and strength as a shifter, but most of it, just him. Pushing the down button, he stops off at the garage and then over to his car, keys already palmed in his left hand, of which thumb moves to tap the button on the keychain. Low Chirp, flash of lights and he opens the door and slips inside, feeling a bit of warmth as he does, the leather of his car seats heating his flesh of thighs, ass and back. Key slid into the ignition and he turns it over with a light push of right foot to gas, then to break and he shifts into gear, shift is always fun. Seatbelt buckled and he pulls out, a small screech of tires, hard turn of wheel and he's off, pulling out into the daylight and turning on some music, air turned up high after the initial 5 minute warm up is done and heated air would not come straight out of the vents. Cruising down the streeth, he looks left and right for a bank... So, pulling up in front and he unbuckles his seatbelt and opens his door, turning off the radio and ac, then car and he slips out and stretches a bit as he pockets his keys, after locking the door. Moving around his car to the meter and he pulls out a few quarters, dropping them into the slot and checking the time, an hour and a half, good. So, he straightens his tie and jacket, then moves to the sidewalk, up it and to the bank, main of the Hawaiian islands and he opens the door and steps inside. Looking around as the cool air replaces the bit of humidified one outside. Deep inhalation of breath, brings forth the scents of within, as well as cleanses his mind. To the right, he can smell money, tellers are seen handing some cash to their customers. To the left, the scent of wood, more prominent than that of the teller's windows as they are set together, the workmanship he can see very nicely detailed. Ah, there is one, a Loan Officer, well here goes nothing. He strides over, not as much confidence as he felt and he approaches a woman at her desk, a smile upon his face. "Good day, I am Juran Hammond. Would you be available to help me?" He says politely. "Tessa Greene, please sit down and tell me how I may assist you today." A pleasant smile, the woman attractive, though would not win any modeling contests. High cheekbones on a pretty oval face with long black hair in gentle waves down her back and piercing green eyes, full lips with a toned body. She wears a suit today, tailored for her, a skirt of black with a jacket of red that is laid along the back of her chair. Shirt is a blouse of short-sleeved black, collars button undone and high heeled pumps of black leather. Juran sits down and she listens to him as he asks to apply for a loan. "Well, you see..... I came across this abandoned building the other day, it does not look too rundown and it is salvageable. I was coming here to apply for a loan, so that I may buy and use that property." He sits back and lets her digest it, he had not come out sounding as professional as he liked and he inwardly groans to that realization. Watching her face and sniffing, inconspicuously of her mood as she listened and then debated her answer. Of which one he knows would come, what are his savings like? Does he have any collateral? -- Edited by Shapeshifting_one at 02:34, 2008-08-15 __________________

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