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Writing came easy for Dmitri, so long as he could be left alone to work. He didn't cope well with distractions, which was why he frequently chose to work late into the evening when he was less likely to be frustrated by the ringing of cell phones, the buzzing of the door, or the infuriating sound of New York's current construction work; which just so happened to be taking place on his block. It bothered the hell out of the successful playwright who was trying to make some serious progress on his new play. It was still a first draft and would go through at least a year of revisions by the eccentric perfectionist before it was even close to being moved to the stage. Until then, his existing works were still being performed both in New York City and across the other states. Dmitri was obligated to check in on them at certain intervals; a job he loathed and continued to grumble about despite having done it for a number of years already. He would much rather send someone else in his place, but Broderick told him repeatedly how that was rude and unacceptable.

Time meant very little to Dmitri when he was writing. Luckily, writing was his job and the reason he could afford to live in the fancy Manhattan apartment. It wasn't the luxury Dmitri cared for, but rather the ability to have a variety of rooms where he could carry his typewriter to whenever he needed a change of location, or a quieter, smaller space. He didn't like leaving the apartment unless he had to, so having everything at his disposal behind his front door came in rather handy. However, for the same reason, the young man could find himself losing track of the hours and then of the days rather frequently. His brother had once held the job of keeping track of them for him, but that was now a job handed to Georgie, who was paid a pretty sum and offered a pretty quarter of the Manhattan apartment to herself in return for the hard work of handling Dmitri's daily affairs. He wasn't an easy man to be around for a short while, let alone spend regular time with even if he did keep to himself for the most part when he was working.

As he worked, he drank from the whiskey bottle on the desk beside his trusty typewriter. It wasn't a lot, just a few glasses over the later hours when he paused to rethink a scene, or to read over what he had so far. However, the whiskey, combined with the length of time he had been working for eventually turned against him. Dmitri, forever unable to remember to take care of himself, eventually passed out at his antique desk in the study. His head resting on folded arms, glasses askew, and forehead pressed against the bottom of the typewriter he always preferred over a laptop or computer. The whiskey bottle and empty glass sat nearby, along with the as yet untitled play so far. He slept silently, breathing steadily and completely unaware that he wasn't in his own king size bed three rooms down. It wasn't uncommon for Dmitri, he wouldn't think anything of it either when he woke up. The only problem was that when he woke up it was likely to be the middle of the day or later, if he was left alone to sleep in such an awkward spot. He didn't know if he had places to be, or appointments for that afternoon. Dmitri never knew until Georgie told him he had an hour or two to get ready and get there. If he was left to his own devices he just wouldn't show up, or he'd make up countless excuses to ensure he didn't have to go. They'd be creative, too; he was a writer after all.

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TAGGED! Georgie Alyson Parsons
WORDS! 652!
OUTFIT! Plucky Playwright!
LYRICS! Pins and Needles - - - MuteMath
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Georgie Alyson Parsons]

Being a personal assistant hadn’t been what Georgie had in mind when she’d gone off to college away from home. She could have gone anywhere in Florida but she wanted to follow her brother and be as far away from her feuding parents as absolutely possible. If she could have left the country, Georgie probably would have. But she found herself in New York, stealing the spare bedroom her brother and his roommate had for the following four years, give or take a month or two. She hadn’t wanted a fancy life either, nor a public one like her brother who’d gone off to study acting and the theatre; the little musical theater nerd that he was. It had taken actually meeting his girlfriend in New York to believe he wasn’t gay; not that it would have changed her opinion or her affection for her brother. She would have loved him either way. But it was still amusing to tease him. Georgie just wanted a little something to call her own and that would have been enough for her.

But then she’d responded to an ad and passed through it with flying colours. Of course, the man who hired her wasn’t the one she would be working for so it was only partially a piece of cake. Getting Dmitri to agree to her being his personal assistant was a far harder job than she’d thought. Getting his brother to see her potential had truly been the easy part. But Georgie liked a challenge. And she couldn’t say working for Dmitri wasn’t a challenge. It had taken a long time to get her eccentric boss to warm up to her, truth be told, she was still fighting that battle, but at least she was still employed; which is more than could be said for the rest of the list before her. As it turned out, Georgie quite enjoyed her work. It wasn’t the same in the day-to-day. Sure, there were appointments and meetings almost daily but they were filled with different faces and at different locations so it didn’t feel monotonous.

The night before when the apartment, one Georgie would never have been able to afford in her lifetime, had been silent with the late hour, she’d heard the faint sounds of tapping and knew Dmitri would be up half the night working on his latest play. Being his assistant had some nice perks, like going to see the performances of his plays. They were good; Georgie was quite impressed with the productions. She had read a few of his finished works when she'd first gotten there to get a feel for everything involved, she thought it was always better to be prepared than to be left standing clueless; and she hated looking like a fool. Georgie set her alarm, like she did every day there were some early appointments and woke up with it just like every other day. She started a pot of coffee and went to have a quick shower while it brewed. Refreshed, awake and ready to get a start on the day ahead, Georgie dressed in casual clothes to start, when they were about ready to go, she'd put something appropriate on, and went out to pour herself a cup of coffee. She would get Dmitri's when she had the breakfast done.

Georgie thought she might still be in shock of getting to live in the luxury apartment. It wasn't anything she would have been able to afford, especially in New York but then, she had a degree in the relatively quiet major of psychology. However, that degree she had in her back pocket helped quite a bit working for Dmitri. With breakfast made, she poured him a cup of black coffee and set it all on a tray. Getting him to do anything was like talking to a toddler sometimes but she was good at her job. So with tray in hand, Georgie moved to the last room she'd heard noises coming from; the study. It happened all too often that what she heard when she called it a night wasn't where she ended up finding him. Luckily, this time, where he'd been was where he remained and she had no problems finding him asleep on his desk. With a sigh, Georgie set her tray on the desk before lightly shaking Dmitri's shoulder. "Come on now, time to get up Dmitri. Breakfast and coffee is served and you have two and a half hours before you're to be at Belasco Theatre." She said, barreling forward, whether he was awake of not. She didn't blink an eye when she told him thirty minutes less than what he had, it would give her time to wake him up again if he didn't open his eyes this time around.

Tag || dmitri alexandre mendoza
Words || 800
Clothes || Pretty PA
Music || Smile --Sabrina Carpenter
Notes || <3

[dmitri alexandre mendoza]

Dmitri's young life had practically flown by so far, though he suspected that was partly thanks to his fast track through school. He hadn't especially wanted to skip two grades when he was younger, but ultimately he had collected his high school diploma just seconds after his older brother Broderick despite being two years younger than him. People had once expected Dmitri to then go off to some Ivy League school and do wonders in the world, but Dmitri didn't want to continue with education when it had done nothing but provide him with twelve years of headaches, boredom, and people who didn't understand him. He was no fool either. He knew those people would have been cruel bullies to him had his brother not been one of the star basketball players and pretty damn popular back in high school; no one wanted to upset Broderick. However, not of that upset Dmitri; he didn't care, truthfully. His life had been about the plays ever since he was sixteen and had first has his passion ignited for the stage productions.

He just wasn't a fan of the spotlight, which was why it was necessary for him to have someone as a PA. Dmitri would rather lock himself away and just write. He didn't want to direct people on the stage, attend the fancy parties or award ceremonies, and he didn't care for the people who liked to talk through every little detail of his work with him. He knew what he had written because he had damn well written it; he didn't need someone to explain it back to him through metaphors he had expressed in the dialogue. However, Broderick had expressed over and over that it came with the job and Dmitri apparently couldn't pick and choose what he did. So, in the end, it was a PA who got to do most of the heavy lifting while Dmitri kept a rather enigmatic profile. He would show up, do the bare minimum and then leave when he had enough, leaving Georgie to take care of the rest. At least she had stuck around longer than the previous ones who had apparently found the job far more demanding and tasking than they had expected. Dmitri didn't know what they were expecting. He wasn't present at the interviews, but he had listened in to them all and Broderick hadn't lied about the job. He had explained in great detail about how tough a position it would be. Dmitri was eccentric and could be extremely difficult at times, especially when writer's block hit him and he was struggling to finish a piece.

Luckily, this play was going well so far, which was why Dmitri was working until the point of passing out. His typewriter was not the quietest of instruments, but Dmitri loathed most modern technology and didn't own a computer of his own. There was a laptop somewhere, but he resented needing to use the damn thing to check e-mails and usually just let Georgie deal with that sort of thing. He only had a cell phone because his brother forced it upon him and now it was an outdated model that most of the time laid forgotten somewhere in the apartment. He much preferred the traditional landline with handsets in three rooms of the apartment. However, none of that mattered unless it was going to be the handset next to his head that woke him up that day; which it wasn't. It was his PA, doing the job she was paid to do. Groggy, Dmitri lifted his head and pushed his hair back from his eyes, rubbing the sleep from them and yawning loudly. “What for? Wasn't I there last week?” Dmitri hated leaving the apartment for anything, especially theatre visits. They usually had a million questions asked of him, or demanded far too much of his time that he could have been devoting to his next play.

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TAGGED! Georgie Alyson Parsons
WORDS! 659!
OUTFIT! Plucky Playwright!
LYRICS! Pins and Needles - - - MuteMath
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Georgie Alyson Parsons]

Georgie quite enjoyed her job, despite the fact that it was her entire life. If she lost her phone, it would be the end of her job, though it would give her a lot of information and ideas for a dissertation that would give her more letters after her name that she’d never actually been after. She was actually technically a doctor, but she could expand that easily enough and working with Dmitri had given her plenty of ideas to do just that. Amusingly, that thought had never actually crossed her mind after that first initial meeting when his brother, Broderick introduced them. After then she’d been too damn busy trying to prove to Dmitri that she was the best person for the job and trying to get the quiet man to open up a bit. Georgie felt like it had taken her too long to realise the best way to get Dmitri to open up was to get to know his pet Macaw.

After that she would never consider it smooth sailing but it was a hell of a lot easier to get him to actually say two words to her and not grunt out his part of the conversation, if he engaged at all after she’d made friends with the Macaw. Still, she was kept busy and she loved that. Too much down time got her thinking about nothing and everything. And Georgie inside her own head just meant trips down memory lane; and those were not always fun and games. In fact, Georgie didn’t much like remembering Florida. She could live without ever going back there. Ashley was in New York and that was the family she really needed around. It was difficult to see him these days but she always set aside a lunch a week just for him and she sent him tickets to see whichever of Dmitri’s plays that were currently being performed in the city. But all the hard work and the stubborn nature of her boss was totally worth it. How many others could boast they lived in one of the most incredible penthouses imaginable? Georgie could guess not as many as people thought.

"That wasn't this theatre. You've three plays running in four theatres on the northern half of the East coast, three in New York alone." She recited, though she knew none of it mattered to Dmitri. "This one needs you personally to sign off so they can start getting everything ready. It's all that royalty business. I may be the face but you're the autograph." She stated bluntly. There was a lot Georgie could do on Dmitri's behalf but sign off on most of the legal paperwork wasn't one of them. She spoke to the lawyers, she got the paperwork, and she made him sign it all and brought it back for him. But he had to be the one to sign it; just like he had to be the one to show up that first time to the theatres. If she could get away with what they’d been doing since she accepted this job, she’d be golden. But it didn’t work that way and it frustrated the living hell out of the brunette on days like these. “Now, my dear, dear man, you have two hours and thirty minutes. Get a move on. I’ll be back to collect the dishes.” She said as she turned on her heel and walked out of the room. She had some things to collect and shove into her fancy little briefcase and she wanted that done before she had to bring his dirty dishes back to the kitchen.

Tag || dmitri alexandre mendoza
Words || 606
Clothes || Pretty PA
Music || Smile --Sabrina Carpenter
Notes || <3

[dmitri alexandre mendoza]

Dmitri never gave much thought to the work he lumped on his PA, or the ones who had been in the role in the past. It wasn't something he did deliberately, but rather something he just never thought much about since before they came along all the work had been something his brother had taken care of for him, no questions asked. Dmitri was wrapped up in his own little world and he liked it that way. He had no intention of ever stepping out into reality and working some regular nine to five. That wasn't for him and it was a society in which an eccentric man like him would never belong. If he had his way he would never leave his apartment or interact with anyone aside from Broderick, Barley, and his parents when he was forced back to the family home for dinner at least twice a month; a visit he never enjoyed purely because it cut into the time in which he could have been working on his current play. Plus, his parents always asked too many questions about a life he wasn't interested in. The whole idea of marriage and children didn't appeal to Dmitri in the slightest, but they never gave up hope that one day their youngest son might change his mind.

Life was so much easier when he was alone, undisturbed, and writing. He could get so much done that way. If he had his way that would just be his life and he would never leave the penthouse he called home. Most of the time he didn't know what Georgie was doing or even where she was. Checking up on her wasn't something he thought about doing and all concerns or issues were dealt with by Broderick. He only ever opened his mouth if he was unhappy with Georgie for overstepping, but if she had done that then she would have been out of the door a long time ago, following in the footsteps of so many before her. Dmitri hadn't kept count of how many personal assistants he had tried and tested, but he knew that a fair few had tried their hand at this job and not lasted very long. Some had been fired because he had hated them for interfering with how he liked things, for trying to change how he lived or what he did when he did it. Others had quit because they couldn't cope with his eccentric way of living. He couldn't understand what was so weird about it, but he also didn’t lose any sleep over it when they did pack their things and hand their notice in to his brother. The PA idea had been Broderick's anyway. Dmitri just went along with it because it spared him from having to do the things he hated most of all.

Listening to what Georgie had to say, Dmitri furrowed his eyebrows and sighed. He closed his eyes for a moment and wished that there was some way around this sort of thing. There might have been if he didn't loathe Skype and laptops and just about anything else that most people in the twenty-first century used without thinking twice about it. He was something of a technophobe and he liked it that way, even if it simplified this part of his life he wouldn't choose to adopt it. “I'm going to find a way to change that. Somehow.” He stated, sounding miserable and he knew it. Dmitri just wasn't a people person. He knew that and he didn't even make eye contact with the people he knew well. Awkward should be his middle name, not Alexandre. He quickly ate the breakfast, drank the coffee and then turned his attention back to the work he had done the night before, his piercing blue eyes reading over what he had managed to write. It was a bad idea. It just made Dmitri want to stay home and work, not head down to a theatre for pleasantries and necessary signatures.

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TAGGED! Georgie Alyson Parsons
WORDS! 686!
OUTFIT! Plucky Playwright!
LYRICS! Pins and Needles - - - MuteMath
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Georgie Alyson Parsons]

It was obvious Georgie liked difficult situations. If she didn’t, she would have run screaming from this job a week after she’d signed on for it. But she figured as long as she didn’t question his work, or cross any of those boundaries then Dmitri would let her take care of the rest. So she crossed lines only when she absolutely had to; like getting him out and ready for an appointment he didn’t want to be at. She understood he would rather be hidden away, hard at work bringing the world yet another incredible play. But sometimes that just couldn’t be the case and lately that seemed to be the way far more often than not. It was frustrating for them both. Georgie couldn’t get all the running around done and out of the way all at once because she had to drag Dmitri to the theatre, have him sign and then make sure he got back to the penthouse before she could finish all that she still had on her list for the day. Admittedly, she usually planned around these little trips and made sure the day was relatively clear so she had the time to do all that. It meant meetings and lunches were switched to different days and rearranged to later times if that couldn’t happen.

It was a pain in the ass but surprisingly Georgie thrived on the pressures of it all. Her only wish was that she had some extra time to herself to spend at the gym or shopping. She could easily work around an hour at the gym, make all her calls while she ran a few miles on the treadmill but sometimes those phone calls needed to be at the laptop she kept in her personal area for all those appointments that had to be kept. There was only so much her blackberry could do for her, even if it was synced to her laptop and everything was kept on track. This part of the job was a breeze but not all of it was sunshine and roses; in fact, quite a bit of it wasn’t. Still, she was enjoying keeping busy.

Keeping Dmitri on track was a bit more difficult since all he wanted to do was write, correct and rewrite when he couldn’t but dealing with stubborn people was Georgie’s bread and butter. “And until then, you’ll just have to tag along.” She said as if it were final, as she left the room. She gathered all that she would need and put it in the pretty little briefcase Dmitri’s brother said she needed and gifted her with on her first day. Once that was all taken care of, Georgie returned to the room to find Dmitri with his head bent over his latest papers. Georgie sighed, heavily. “Dmitri. I don’t want to overstep but put that down. You can read it in the car and before we go.” She said in her most no nonsense voice. “For now get in the shower and change your clothes, it's cold out.” She said, crossing her arms over her chest. This was the reason Dmitri’s brother hired her, she was quite possibly even more stubborn than the man she was charged with caring for.

Tag || dmitri alexandre mendoza
Words || 543
Clothes || Pretty PA
Music || Smile --Sabrina Carpenter
Notes || <3

[dmitri alexandre mendoza]

No one really understood why Dmitri was the way he was; not even Dmitri. Medically, there was nothing wrong with him. He was smarter than most which is why he had graduated at the same time as Broderick despite the age difference between them, but aside from that there was no real reason why he chose to live his life in such a reclusive manner. There was no traumatic experience in his childhood, no condition to shed light on his eccentricities, he was just a little on the quirky side. Most people seemed to have a difficult time understanding that or accepting his odd ways. He hated modern technology and the apartment had the bare minimum of it, and he would grumble when he had to use it. He loathed socialising with most people, but only because he felt so awkward and uncomfortable being around them without Broderick to handle the situation. Even with Georgie working for him, he still preferred Broderick to handle things. He always would, he supposed, but Broderick apparently had his own life to live these days and calling in a few days in the week was the best that he could do. Even then Dmitri was sure it was only to check on Georgie and make certain that the young woman wasn't going insane at the hands of his younger brother.

Dmitri understood that life was a hectic thing with plenty of pressure, but he didn't crave the typical things that most people wanted. He didn't long for a family or a lover. He just wanted to write. Hell, he didn't even care about the success of his work. Dmitri just wanted to put his plots and characters on paper and then it was up to someone else entirely if and when they wanted to bring them to life on a stage for an audience. He had no part in that really, didn't care about the excitement of opening night. He was usually forced to attend, but he spoke to no one, said nothing at all and left the moment the play was over. He knew how it ended and he didn't need to sit to hear the reviews there and then. Although, when it did come to the reviews he would only read them when the penthouse was empty, and he would do so under the strict rules that no one was to disturb him and that no one was to talk to him about it afterwards. On the off chance that anyone did ever mention them to him, Dmitri usually just left the room wordlessly, refusing to show his opinion regardless of how good or bad the critics had rated his work. He certainly was an odd one.

He glared at her words, making a mental note to speak to Broderick about the situation. There had to be a legal way around it. It was going to cut into his writing time and he was on a good streak currently. He wanted to get his ideas down before the block hit and he would spend days with his more extreme eccentricities trying to find a way out of it. Dmitri sighed, putting the pile of paper back on the desk and removing his glasses. “I really do dislike the cold.” He commented, not at all keen on moving now that Georgie had mentioned the cold. It was with great reluctance that he did eventually move, taking his time to shower and change, still coming out of his room looking as though he would rather be doing anything but getting ready for the day ahead. He reached for one of the decanters on the shelf and poured himself a quick drink as he always did before he had to leave his comfortable apartment. He never drank to get drunk, but he found whiskey was often a reliable friend when he needed something to lean on, be it for writing or getting him out of the front door. It didn't matter what time of the day it was, it was one of his habits.

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TAGGED! Georgie Alyson Parsons
WORDS! 681!
OUTFIT! Plucky Playwright!
LYRICS! Pins and Needles - - - MuteMath
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Georgie Alyson Parsons]

Georgie had gotten used to Dmitri's eccentric ways quickly when she'd first started. She didn't even mind that the only electronics in the penthouse were the ones she used to keep his schedule or that she had to look all over the place to find the landline everyone used to get in touch with Dmitri just to take a message. She had told those people a dozen times to just call her phone, that was the reason she'd put such a ridiculously expensive plan on it but no; they insisted that it showed Dmitri something about them that they would call the eccentric on his preferred method. Georgie just called them crazier than her boss! The only calls he ever seemed to take were from his brother and he was the only one who called Georgie first to let her know and give her enough time to find the phone to hand over! Personally she thought Dmitri a peach compared to the loons she had to work with in the theatre business. She would take Dmitri any day of the week over that crazy lot!

But she was hired on to take care of Dmitri's business outside the typewriter he used. What he put on the pages that was all him but what happened afterwards was on her. He might not have wanted anything to do with any of that extra business but some of it just couldn't be helped and Georgie knew that. She tried to keep him out of the day to day dealings but it was trips like this one that he couldn't avoid, even if she would much rather he did. It would have been so much easier to get these things done if she didn’t have to listen to him moan about the weather, the traffic, the smell of the car she called for. And she could do without his whiskey breath being so close to her but she could deal with it all because it was her job. Everyone had parts of their jobs they didn’t like but they dealt with it all simply because there was more to like than not like and that was what Georgie felt. She loved quite a bit about the job, she pretty much got to do as she pleased as long as her to-do lists were done and her calls her made; both were things she could do while she was out doing other things.

Multi-tasking was Georgie’s best trait. She could deal with Dmitri’s stubborn nature and her own timelines to deal with. She easily did the shopping while she was making the calls she needed to on Dmitri’s behalf, which more often than not was to the team of lawyers that dealt with the deals and the contracts with the theatres who wanted to show his works. “I know.” She said with a sigh because she’d heard it all before, since the weather started to turn and she would continue to hear about it until Mother Nature decided to heat the world up again. Georgie left Dmitri to get himself ready for the day and she sat in her rooms to go over the schedule once again and made a couple calls. It took too long because those people just loved to talk but she finished her business, gathered her things into her bag and grabbed her coat to meet Dmitri at the door. She set her things down while she waited and was slipping her coat on when her boss appeared. “Ready to go? The car is downstairs waiting. We can grab some lunch afterwards if you’d like.” She said, picking up her bag again.

Tag || dmitri alexandre mendoza
Words || 611
Clothes || Pretty PA
Music || Smile --Sabrina Carpenter
Notes || <3

[dmitri alexandre mendoza]

No one knew why Dmitri was the way that he was. To put him next to Broderick, he was beyond the opposite of him. Yet, they were biological brother, raised by the same parents and only two years apart. Doctors had looked at Dmitri but there was nothing wrong with him. There was nothing to explain why he was so quirky. He was just eccentric, or “set in his ways” as his mother would tell people when they looked at Dmitri with raised eyebrows or peculiar glances. After all, when most kids were demanding cell phones and cars for their birthdays, Dmitri was asking for a typewriter and a coffee percolator. Not some fancy contraption to make cappuccinos, but just something that could make a decent black coffee without the fuss and without him needing to take ten minutes away from writing each time he needed a caffeine fix. Maybe he was just an old soul like he grandmother had said before her passing four years ago. Dmitri had never much liked the old lady. She smelt like soap and lavender and demanded hugs like it was a toll payment. Dmitri wasn’t a fan of any of it and a character based on her in the second play he ever wrote met a rather grisly end by the end of Act One. Although he would never admit that Beatrice Van Marten was based on dear old Grandma Betty.

He tried to perk himself up by telling himself that he might be able to find someone today to turn into a character that he could twist and torture on the page and then watch it happen on the stage in several months’ time, but it didn’t work. This latest play wouldn’t benefit at all from a gruesome death. It wasn’t quite as dark as that earlier piece had been, and a sudden brutal death would be so out of place. He sighed, disappointed by the thought. It was a shame, picking out a victim would have made the trip somewhat bearable. It was already bad enough that he had to leave the apartment today. Dmitri was not a social person, and at these business dealings people had an unwelcome desire to want to talk to him, to ask him questions. It was terrible, and one of the many reasons why Dmitri hated leaving the comfort of his home in the first place.

If he could get away with not going at all, Dmitri would. He hated these things, wished they were over faster than they were. People made small talk, dragged them out with discussions about how well things were going as if he didn’t already know. Didn’t they understand that he just wanted to write? He didn’t care about the rest. “It’s not the same one as last time is it? That driver kept trying to charm you.” Dmitri wrinkled his nose in disgust at the memory and shook his head. He slid his arms into his usual coat and buttoned it up slowly, thinking. “I want to get back here so I can continue working. Maybe some tea though. I might need a cup of peppermint tea after this.” It was going to be gruelling just to get through this. That much he was sure of. Dmitri locked up, double checking everything was secure. He didn’t like leaving Bailey alone, but if he had to do it then he was going to make sure he was safe.

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TAGGED! Georgie Alyson Parsons
WORDS! 582!
OUTFIT! Plucky Playwright!
LYRICS! Pins and Needles - - - MuteMath
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Georgie Alyson Parsons]

Despite the often difficult nature of her boss, Georgie made a point of putting her own best attitude forward. She too often when certain tasks became too overwhelming, pretended she was an actor and she had been cast in this role. Taking on another persona was a powerful feeling and it came in handy when she needed to speak to large groups or with the team of lawyers at Dmitri’s disposal. For all intents and purposes, she ran Dmitri’s life and thought she was doing a pretty damn good job of it. There were ups and downs but a quick phone call when she was out of her depth usually settled things for her and she was then able to cope with a new twist or turn in her boss’s quirky personality.

She had been at it now long enough that the phone calls to ask questions became less frequent and the check-in calls became more frequent. Georgie had understood from the moment she’d answered the ad that Broderick had wanted to expand his own horizons and couldn’t do that with the hermit he had for a brother. But she also saw that he was worried about leaving his brother in anyone else’s care. It would have been tough on any sibling but more so when you were as close as they proved to be. It wasn’t just Dmitri Georgie had to impress but Broderick as well. She could cook a decent meal though there was a drawer full of delivery menus waiting in the kitchen. She could clean well enough as well, though there was a hired maid that came in to really polish the place up. And though Georgie could drive and drive well, she hired a car service whenever they had to go anywhere because public transport was a big, fat no-no, underlined with bold type and created into a neon sign for Dmitri; Georgie as well if she were being honest. Plus, the thought of New York traffic annoyed the Florida girl enough, knowing she would be behind the wheel in it had her mind turning to thoughts more along the lines of Fast and Furious or Need for Speed than what a responsible person should.

Georgie hadn’t noticed if the driver had been trying to flirt with her or not; she couldn’t actually remember the driver Dmitri was talking about. Whenever she hired a driver for the day, her nose was in her phone, dealing with Dmitri’s dealings. There was a surprising amount of things to get done in a day and she wasn’t going to get through it all by chatting up the driver she’d hired. She spoke with the drivers, had conversations but that was usually when she was alone with them. With Dmitri along for the trip, she tended to stick to keeping him in the vehicle and not trying to run home while they still had things to get done. “I couldn’t say for certain though I did request Edward. You liked him.” She said as if reminding him of the older gentleman would somehow make things alright with the world. She remembered Edward because he was quiet, asked only of the address though he was well aware of their destination and the couple times Georgie had been alone, he’d walked her from the car to the door, carrying an umbrella for her. She was quite fond of Edward herself.

“Of course. I’ve set explicit rules for this meeting. They’ll sign the papers immediately and if there are any more questions or concerns, I’ll visit them again tomorrow to sort them out. This is strictly in and out. Providing nothing comes up, we should have you back here in an hour.” She said, hoping her timetable was correct. It would all depend on the theatre and the traffic though. Street level, Georgie let out a sigh of relief seeing the older man, Edward, at the ready by the back door of the car to let them in. “Hello again, Edward.” Georgie said while she waited for Dmitri to slip into the backseat of the car. She spoke with the driver for a moment, verifying the theatre’s address before slipping into the backseat herself and settling in for the drive across the city.

Tag || dmitri alexandre mendoza
Words || 711
Clothes || Pretty PA
Music || Smile --Sabrina Carpenter
Notes || <3

[dmitri alexandre mendoza]

Dmitri had never seen himself as difficult or complicated. He just liked things a certain way and that was all there was to it. The only reason he needed a PA was because otherwise he’d be too busy doing the things he enjoyed that he’d never get around to doing the things he needed to do. Dmitri spent far too much time in his own head, and while it meant he could write at an impressive speed, it also meant that he neglected pretty much everything else in his life. He might leave a legacy in the world of theatre, but Broderick would accomplish more with his life in terms of family, and hitting more lifelong goals. Dmitri had never expressed any interest in love or romance, and the thought of children running around near his typewriter actually made him want to vomit a little. He wasn’t really interested in anything that encouraged him to leave his apartment, but his family seemed to want him out there in the big bad world, no matter what.

He actually disliked many aspects of New York City, which was why he liked to say in his large apartment, which was far too spacious for one man and his parrot. Even with Georgie living there it was still on the grand side. Still, he preferred being up there than out on the streets. Dmitri hated the people, the traffic, and even some of the smells of the city. There were other things that he liked, but he only liked them when he was in the right mood for them, and those moods were few and far between. It was just safer to wait for him to crave something that try to push him out there and experience the same city he had grown up with. He hadn’t liked it all that much when he was a kid either. Back then it had been too loud for him, too much going on all at once for little Dmitri to take in. Now he just avoided all the drama of the Big Apple, and locked himself away in his tower until he had to be somewhere he really didn’t want to be; like today. “Hm. I suppose he is better than the last one.” Edward hadn’t left a lasting impression on Dmitri, but that was actually a good thing. He had a habit of only remembering the bad people in passing.

“There are always questions.” He said on a sigh. It was never as simple as he would like it to be, and there was always someone who never listened to how he liked things. They’d try to talk to him, shake his hand, or ask him something about his work, and Dmitri would snap or would walk out, and then it would be something else for his PA to deal with. If they would only listen in the first place and understand that none of this was exaggeration. He wasn’t just another diva in the theatre, he was actually built this way and his quirks were genuine and real. He didn’t like certain things and he hated people ignoring it when they were told about them. “I feel nauseous.” He mumbled, running his hand over his face as the car moved through the traffic. He was never the best traveller, he was never the best when outside the walls of his apartment. Many may think he acted this way on purpose, but he honestly didn’t. If he had answers for why he was the way he was, Dmitri would love them.

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TAGGED! Georgie Alyson Parsons
WORDS! 602!
OUTFIT! Plucky Playwright!
LYRICS! Pins and Needles - - - MuteMath
NOTES! <3 <3 <3