Holland's Test Thread

Holland Novak Sun Dec 19, 2010 2:58 pm

I'll be testing various role-play posts in here. They'll be beautiful, and decorative, >:B

Holland Novak Sun Dec 19, 2010 2:59 pm

+ H O L L A N D + N O V A K +

Tapping his pencils on the metal clipboard made a strange sound. Almost like a ringing sound as it constantly hit against the small piece of metal that was on the tip of his pencil. The same pencil he must've sharpened already forty or fifty times just to keep his hands busy and not from constantly altering the designs that were permanently scribbled and scratched on the pages with a thin, black ink. Lines messy from constant shaking and lack of both sleep and food taking quite the toll on his drawing skills. As for his designs, you could say he was on an art block. Quite the block that... No matter what he did, the designs he had that were spilling from his head, just couldn't exactly connect with his once talented hand. The annoying tapping noise of his pencil against the clipboard was becoming a soothing ring to him as he was lost deep in thought. A thought of what he could possibly do to reach his deadline; the date in which he'd been dreading for months now. Why were deadlines even invented? They were just annoying as per usual, and he'd often always loose track of time along the lines of angered grunts and rolled up balls of paper that were scattered all along his small condo; definitely made for one... For that was all he could afford.

Leaning back lower on the patted seat he was sitting on he grunted; tossing his clipboard until it landed on the floor with a loud clap. Many of the wandering designers and receptionists turned to face him with confused and puzzled glances. He was in the lobby, yes. Just sitting for what felt like only minutes was much longer than reality itself. It'd be hours since he hate sat down on the black leather chair hosted in the lobby; much well for guests and visitors. He often took up all the space he could on it, though. "Mr.Novak... I suggest you use your office; suppose there were guests? We don't want to give them the impression that we hired children as out designers." Dark eyes narrowed behind faint green frames, her hand carefully adjusting it. Holland just sunk deeper until he found himself sitting on the floor infront of the leather seat; staring up at one of the annoying assistances... What did she have to say anyways? What was her name again? Caroline? Karen? What the hell did it matter anyways. "Get lost." He snarled, obvious bags under his eyes from lack of sleep was just the first indication for his grumpy attitude. The female took a step back, heals clicking against the porcelain flooring "Mr.Novak! Please, for everyone's sake!" She called out, the silverette finally lifting himself up; only to stroll pass what's her face. It was then did he realize how cold the metal clipboard was when he lifted it from the floor, sending a quick shiver up his spine. Something about his office he disliked so much... Disliked working in... What was the reason, again? It must've been weeks since he last actually worked on designs in there...

Walking down the familiar, narrow hallway, Holland stopped. A hand rose and he turned the knob to reveal an annoying squeak from his door as it was pushed open. Well, there's a reason to dislike his office. He flicked on the light momentarily before walking to the back of the room, stepping on scrunched up paper balls and test materials that laid on the floor; even all around on his desk. As he pushed open the blinds, he rose his forearm; squinting at the bright light that seeped through the glass and lit up his room-- With the natural sunlight. Holland turned, nose scrunching up in utmost disgust. Right. His entire office was a mess. Loose papers, books, stray cloth and furs thrown all over the room; even on his chair that held a stack of his poorly drawn sketches he once told himself he'd fix and ink. Already he was feeling claustrophobic. "...Ick," He murmured in a groan, his fingertips touching the very sticky desk. Sticky in coffee and sugars and many coffee cups that were thrown all along his desk. what a mess. Would he ever get around to cleaning it? Nahh. Throwing himself down on the small couch full of papers and other materials, he was just about to lean back, for a nap when that stupid creaking heightened in sound-- As if someone was opening it quickly. "Mr.Novak! Don't forget in just forty minutes you,.. Uh, You have an appointment with.. one of the lead designers from the magazine company!" One of the male assistances said, tossing the magazine at Holland which hit him right square in the face. The young assistant just stared blankly at the messy room, almost nervously. "Mr.Novak?" But Holland didn't answer; he just continued to stare down at the floor, not even the magazine cover that laid in his lap now.

Without much else said or thought, the young assistant lifted himself and slowly closed the creaking door; leaving the silverette alone in his crammed office. The lead client of a hot shot magazine company. Hmph. Must be quite the model then. But when the hell was this appointment even booked? Making no sudden movements, Holland yawned. It wasn't worth cleaning his office from some probable suck, anorexic slut that has had one too many surgeries to suck off the extra fat that's seen on her spine and ribs. Oh yeah, what's better than seeing those limbs stick out anyways? In he had to see another slutty tooth pick whore... He could feel himself growing with slight frustration. Calm down, Holland. Nothing to be so upset over. Just another slut to blow off, anyways.

o o c ) This is Out Of Character.

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