Owner	Pose
Penance	It's not too long since Monet met John Aaron and found out that there was a LOT more beneath the surface of the tall, broad man of sparse words. Since he told her it was a bad idea to purchase the building she'd asked him to inspect for renovations, she'd fired her realtor and ruined the woman's reputation among the wealthy elite. Additionally, she had her lawyers contact the owners of the apartments in the building to let them know they were likely living in a death trap. Soon after, the entire building was on the market. She's thinking of buying the entire building and having it remodeled from the inside out. Because, really, if she doesn't do it, someone else will.     So, having spent day after day exploring a new town, shopping for new wardrobe, and getting her accounts set up... Monet is bored. Picking up her smartphone, she starts taking photos of herself in some of her new outfits. All very stylish, top of the line designers, of course. Then, a smile quirks on her face. She texts a picture of herself in an outfit to John. ( http://img2.hungertv.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/Screen-Shot-2016-09-30-at-15.35.06-980x1586.png ) There's a question included: Does this make me look too rural? -- No further information. Just a picture of this woman he met once a few weeks ago, who insisted on paying him a large bonus, and her inane question.
Ares	The phone rings, unknown number and it comes up as St. Croix? Why did that name seem familiar? The tall man shifts the rattan training sword in his hand to the shelf where it belongs, the dojo where he stands empty for the moment. He slides his thumb across the screen and then blinks, his head tilting to the side.     Standing there at the edge of the mats he casually thumbs a few buttons, creating a message for the ages as he types up the message, then sends it on its way.     // you just need a straw hat and a hay seed. //     And send.
Penance	Monet looks at her phone as the notification sounds off. She narrows her eyes and laughs, making a sourpuss face. She types up a text, sending it off.     // You would know best. What about this one? //     She selects another one from her impromptu fashion show in her phone's gallery. ( http://mac.h-cdn.co/assets/cm/14/49/980x1472/5482c15696bfa_-_mcx-marissa-webb-sheer-exposure-nyfw-ss14-s2.jpg ) // Shiny enough? //
Ares	Stopping again in his clean up, John frowns somewhat at the phone and then takes his time typing out another response. It doesn't take quite as long as the last one, but still a fair amount of time. And when it responds it says simply,     // You would look like a baked potato. //     But then a few seconds after that she'll get another that says simply,     // What do you want, St. Croix? //
Penance	A baked potato?! The man clearly knows nothing about fashion, Monet decides. Still, it's fun to see what he thinks, and she grins to herself as she sends another one. ( http://assets.vogue.com/photos/57d1d5ddae911de23b9d357d/master/pass/_ARC0391.jpg )     //What do I want? Entertainment? Company? I'm bored and I went shopping. I wanted honest opinions about how I look in the things I bought. Are you busy? //
Ares	When the phone buzzes again this time he's ready for it and is sitting on the stairwell steps that lead to the upper floor and the office therein. A cold beer is beside him and he tilts it back for a sip as he considers this latest message. His brow furrows and he keys out a few quick letters and then hits send,     // I am not particularly busy. That last one wasn't entirely horrible. But you do realize that I am old enough to be your father. //
Penance	Monet flops on her bed and responds to the text, grinning.     // Something tells me you're much older than that, even. Did you think I was flirting with you? //
Ares	A snort and he takes another sip of his drink,     // Of course, why else would any female contact me? //     Perhaps she can pick up his sense of humor... or perhaps he's being serious. Who can say!
Penance	Monet laughs at the response, considering what to reply before she starts typing.     // If I were just a few centuries older, I might have considered it. So, let that warm the cockles of your heart. //
Ares	Now that... causes the man a moment of trepidation. It's a few more minutes before she'll get a respose as he spends some time looking at that message and frowning to himself. A shake of his head is given and he eventually keys in a message back,     // You seem to presume much, moreso than myself. But I would advise you not to indulge your boredom by texting beings with sharp nasty teeth. //     And then after that message there is simply a pin dropped into the map app that points to... a storefront that proclaims simply, 'School' in Cantonese if she can read such. If not the app will label it as a private business a few blocks from China Town in Manhattan.