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[worldonitsaxl]

Who: Axl Rose and Whoever else wants to come play.
What: Lounging In Office; Annoying Minions; Answering phone calls.
When: June 11, 2007
Where: His Office.
Why: Because everyone else RPs on AIM and it gets confusing without the logs.

Comments

[trentsinreznor]

Poor Sin was too close to Axl's office, when this poor sap came running past him almost crying. Idly he stuck his black head into the door, a frown on his lips. "Hey man, did you mean to make that kid cry?" he asked.

[OOC: Hey man, my AIM auto-logs.. so if you wanan RP on AIM with me sometime, I can always email you the log afterwards.. just so that you know.. ]

[worldonitsaxl]

||ooc: wicked. :D by the way, i totally don't work in the same building as you all, but that's cool 'cause otherwise Axl is never going to get any action. >.<;; ||

"No. Yes. Maybe." Holding one finger up, Axl finished the phone call quickly before turning to finish his answer. "It builds character." Which he is desperately in need of. "Besides, if he doesn't like it, he can quit." He glanced down at the pile of unread papers sitting on his desk, and then looked back up.

"What are you doing here, anyhow? Aren't you one of Sanders' people?" Come to think of it, Axl realized, Sanders' people were always wandering through. Might be because the two buildings were right next door and shared a cafeteria. Hell, whatever.

[trentsinreznor]

Sin gave his shoulders a shrug, and says "I just clean the damn building.. so if we're connected then I'm sure you'll see me around." His lips pull in amusement as he goes to shift his weight onto one hip as he comments "I was cleaning the next door office when that kid came screaming out of here like you'd shot him or something. What did you do? Smite his dog?"

[worldonitsaxl]

Axl nodded, grinning wickedly, before he admitted, "Something like that." Why did the janitor have more of a personality than the people he actually employed? Apart from the fact that the masses didn't really want a star with personality, just photogenics and a fake rebel attitude. Pushing those thoughts aside, he continued

[trentsinreznor]

Tipping his head back to tlaugh, the janitor has a good laugh over the girl, andd her fate. Not only does he seem to have some type of intelligence, but a sense of humor as well. Canting his weight to one hip, he leaned a bit on the door jam.

Both black brows start to go up as Axl offered studio time though. Sin isn't a dumbass, and he knows what it means.. the gift that he had been offered. "If you got some time, I got the equipment.." he said in responce, and then grinned "I guess I'm lucky.. all my shit is my own project, and the guys just play what I tell them to. Two-thirty, huh?" he grins toothily, "I'll be there with bells on.."

Does Axl know what he's done? Prehaps not now, but tomorrow he will. Contract or not, Sin seems *very* pleased, and tries to hide the smile that pulled at the corner of his lips.

[worldonitsaxl]

Axl is just a little bit curious, and he realizes that he may end up wandering down around the studios around, uh, four-ish tomorrow. Just, you know, by coincidence. Whatever. He shrugs and turns back to his 'work'. All of his producers are booked tomorrow, and fuck if he's doing it himself. He may be getting old and senile, but he'd like to think he isn't a complete pussy over anyone who strolls into his office. The guy's just going to have to do it himself; there'll be techies hanging around all too willing to help.

"Old and senile," he mutters, unable to keep the barest hint of a smile off of his face. "Now get the hell out of my office."

[trentsinreznor]

Going to salute, Sin said to Axl "Yes sir.." As the janitor wen tot stroll backc towards his closet in the other building, he couldn't help but be amused by the older man. He might blowhard, but Sin wwas pretty sure he was just a hard nut to crack.

Besides. Axl Rose had no idea what he agreed to allow to be recorded the next day. Sin was hopeful that it would be a quite pleasent surprise.