#masters.points

[wddingcrshers]

mardra probably should have been excited about being in hawaii for the first time, but given everything that happened the night before, she couldn’t help but feel incredibly frustrated. everything that happened seemed to annoy her, from her seat on the plane to the two-hour drive on the way to the resort. not to mention the way people kept looking at her, as if she wanted their sympathy. walking down the hallway on her way to the hotel bar, mardra’s face was permanently in a scowl and and nearly ran headfirst into someone, “ jesus christ ! watch where you’re going, damn. some people are trying to walk here. ”

[lcyalty]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘. the security head was insistent that a new one was on the way; it was just really hard to ship a fucking metal detector around. sticks never cared unless he was in charge of it, and predictably, only twelve minutes into his shift, the detector started beeping as the person in the entrance lobby stepped through it. “ alright, kid, come with me, ” he sighed, barely reciting protocol as he grabbed the person’s belongings from the bin and led them down a hallway to the right. chances were this person didn’t have a weapon on them, or even, like, a metal spoon, but it was procedure to check regardless. “ wanna’ save me ten minutes and tell me you’re just happy to see me instead of there actually being a gun in your pocket ? ”

[hannahmald]

When Hannah was younger, her mom called her Señorita Teclas because of how fast she typed. When she was in the zone, that’s all you could hear from Hannah. That’s all you could hear right now. Not only was she amped on caffeine, but her ideas were flowing, for the first time in forever, she felt like she was getting her spark back for Marketing. If she finished this on time, she could hand it in to her boss and get to go to lunch early, which was all she wanted (and needed) right now. It wasn’t until she finally finished her last paragraph that she realized someone was looking at her. It made sense. She was furiously typing in an area of the office she didn’t work in. She joked as soon as she noticed the other person, “Let me guess. You’ve never seen a computer.” 

[blvercmancearchive]

📲 mardra 💛

ELIZA: so i may or may not have just sent THE most fucked up/riskiest text to a guy??

[kaicarlyle]

Kai searched her closet for hours trying to find something decent to wear to work. However, all she could ever find were surf shirts, surf shorts, and some jackets she’d worn to meetings in the past. She could get the nicer looking shorts to pose as work shorts. Slowly, she’d built a good work clothes collection, a whole five items that were all buried in her hamper. So now, she was back to trying to find something that worked. Luckily, she found one pair of pants and a jacket, but the Rip Curl Sunshine Always On My Mind shirt was obvious. When she saw herself in the mirror, she thought it would pass. Now, not so much. She covered herself by pulling the opposite sides of her jacket, leaning forward on the counter and finding the first person she could talk to so she wouldn’t feel like people were staring at her, “How about that weather? Or the Jets? Or Mets?” What sports did people who aren’t surfers like? She hadn’t even looked at the person in the face yet.

[xavierpak]

Xavier was starting to see a pattern emerge; Every time he was scheduled to spend a day at Masters, every single time without fail, something major would happen in the up and coming days, making him swear he'd never step foot into that cursed building every again. Kapu, Win, Gen... It felt as though office gossip had found its way into every single significant relationship of his life, making him afraid to open his mouth, wary not to expose anything that could've landed him in a further exposing. Simple, he thought, maybe he should just keep his mouth shut.

He was down at a next-door café inbetween his meetings, a second double-espresso in his hands, his chest fighting a battle with exhaustion and ache.  He did not want to talk to anybody. Of course, before long, a shadow appeared by his table, hovering over him. "Don't test my fucking patience," was all he said, hoping the stone-cold expression on his face would deter the unwelcomed visitor from sitting down.

[gcdly]

sitting in the common area with an iced lemon water gracing her hand , athena’s mind wandered to the marvel movie marathon that occupied her free time during the last couple of days. it seemed as though the only thing that relieved her stress was acting dehydrated over fictional characters in the comfort of her own penthouse. even if the storylines were not always as enjoyable as the comics , the action made up for it. as her attention snapped back to the conversation at hand , athena uncrossed her legs as she sat up to finally give her ( 2 ) cents.  “    let’s talk about something that’s actually important. tony stark. he’s literally the only avenger that matters  &  he carries the movie franchise. if you can name a better avenger with a good reason why , i’ll give you ( one ) thousand dollars.    ”

[stephcialties]

andrea knew that she had a meeting in a couple hours, but the beach waited for for no woman––and really being covered in sand and sunscreen was hardly the worst shape she’d shown up to work in. “people who don’t believe in the patriarchy clearly haven’t ever prepped for the beach,” she hummed, tossing her hair over her shoulder and smirking slightly. “seriously, brazilians are the worst thing societal expectations have put womenkind through.” she glanced at the innocent person standing next to her and dangled the bottle of sunscreen in front of them. “get my back? i’ve put my skin through enough without burning it.”

[ezrayordan]

Ezra took a break from all this team building bullshit to go take a swim at the beach. It helps him clear his mind and the noise of the waves washes out all the other hotel guests screaming and playing their music too loud. Their beach being private for the hotel at least keeps away the majority of the tourist crowds which he thanks the lord for as he makes his way back to the area he had set up for himself, just one beach chair rental and one umbrella which is why he stops short when he sees someone in his chair, “And what are you doing here? Don’t you have a meeting to be at?” he asks, reaching out for his rented towel to scrub at his still dripping hair.

[ghcstin]

gen wasn’t going to allow herself to mope around about the events that happened on saturday. she looked bomb and everybody and their fucking mom’s could agree. the stares would soon end, the chatter would slowly fade out– or at least she hoped they would for the sake of not getting fired. by the middle of the day gen had made herself comfortable, not in her office but in the copier room. it was usually quiet not to mention the fact that it was obnoxiously big. she had about ten magazines she had to make credits for, so basically a shit ton of work. she was three magazines in when her matcha iced-coffee began to stain her work. “fuck me” she hissed under her breath, not being able to find a single care in the world to even reprimand the other. “i think you owe me a new coffee.” she spoke to the other, as she looked at the work she was going to have to restart.

[robinlavois]

Another Monday, another start to a week at Masters. It was still a little surreal to Robin that he was working there (interning there), in the incredibly iconic building, across the world from where he’d called home his entire life. Every good work week started off with a nice cup of coffee, especially after a night like the one prior, during which he hadn’t gotten much sleep. 

Holding his mug of coffee, he leaned against one of the tables, taking small sips of the drink to ensure that he wouldn’t burn his tongue. When another person walked into the room, he perked up almost immediately. “Good morning,” Robin cheerfully greeted, pushing his weight back onto his feet. “I hope you had a good weekend. Did anything eventful happen?”

[wddingcrshers]

@milotaylor​​ // closed

to say she was excited would be an understatement. in fact, mardra spent the past half hour pacing around her room and looking in her mirror over an over again. her last first date was in middle school, so she had no idea what people did, what they talked about, what to wear, how to act. her stomach was churning and she wasn’t sure if she was going to get sick or if she was just nervous, but it was probably nerves. shaking her hands out, she tried to calm down until she heard a knock on her door and all the butterflies came back. running so fast she nearly slipped, she opened the door and smiled at milo, her cheeks burning, “ hey. i’m, i’m glad to see you, ” she said, stammering a bit from getting the jitters.

[lcyalty]

𝐒𝐎. airsickness was a thing, and it’s latest victim was one very annoyed and cranky daisy moretti. she’d been fine the first couple hours on the flight -- excited even, with her trusty most notable white house press conference moments three hour playlist to watch and episodes of west wing and project runway to binge, but then the movement got to her after a while, and now she lay slumped in one of the hotel’s fancy lobby chairs as everyone (also presumably cranky and hot) waited to collect their room keys. she’d sent clem to fetch her a ginger ale, one arm thrown over her tired eyes as she waited for her to return. when she felt the presence of a person near her, daisy stuck her free arm out in their direction, asking, “ did you find one that’s cold ? ‘cause i’ll use the last of my energy reserves to kill you if it’s lukewarm. ”

[prettytcnight]

Really, it was his fault for not paying attention. If you’re on wheels, you don’t stare at your phone. That was the general rule. But sometimes he forgot. Well, rather, sometimes he got distracted by that little ding of an incoming message and he made the mistake to look down, then go into a whole rabbit hole. And to be fair, he was on the sidewalk, on the way to the office, and rarely ever crashed into anybody or fell. Today wasn’t the exception, exactly. Maybe a little. He swerved on the skateboard when he saw the person coming, narrowly missed them, and hit the wall. It wasn’t hard enough for it to hurt, but enough for it to be embarrassing, “My bad.” 

[blvercmancearchive]

📲 luke toussaint

ELIZA: am i unlovable?

ELIZA: jesus

ELIZA: fuck lmao ignore that

[meilanidiaz]

AFTER EXITING A MANDATORY FASHION INTERN MEETING DINNER, MEILANI SIGHED AND ROLLED HER EYES AS SHE REALIZED SHE HAD LEFT HER LAPTOP AT THE OFFICE. Normally, she wouldn’t give a rats ass, but tomorrow she wasn’t going to be on location and would be scouting local boutiques and reviewing looks that would debut this Fall both digitally and in person. The two were super important to take notes on and while she would simply use her iPad, she knew her boss would be on her ass at all times via G-CHAT 24/7 throughout the day. Sighing as she walked back into Masters, she made her way to grab her belongings and found someone still around way after hours. Running a pointer finger against her bottom lip, she decided to indulge in conversation for once. Blame it on the rosé she had to drink to keep herself even remotely interested in the endless conversations earlier. Lips bright red still, she ran her fingers through dark locks and made her presence even more known with a click of her heels and heaviness of her eyes. “What’s got you putting these long hours in tonight?”