Anya Kalinnikov (gillant) wrote in valesco,
@ 2014-01-22 04:02:00

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Kendall!
"They'll be here."

The words were spat at the persistent waitress who kept asking her if she was sure her guests were going to arrive. It seemed that her accent became more pronounced when she was agitated, but she had good reason to be annoyed. Anya Kalinnikov was not the kind of woman who tolerated being forgotten about, and it seemed as though not one but two men had decided their lunch meeting was not important enough to remember. Kevin Broadmoor had arranged this meeting, wanting to discuss 'her career and where she saw herself with the Falcons this upcoming year'; his words exactly. He told her his brother would also be joining them, so she had anticipated something big. For two members of management to want to meet with her, it had to be something good, right? They would be fools to decide she was no longer a fit for the team, especially since she had earned herself the spot of captain for the Russians in the World Cup. That was nothing to sneeze at, and she had actually gotten a little excited to sit down and share her thoughts.

As far as she was concerned, she would have made an amazing captain for the Falcons. She had the experience, and had the determination needed to produce results. She thought maybe this meeting would end with them toasting in celebration of some good news - hell, even a raise would have been nice - but instead, she was left sitting alone at a table in the middle of the fancy Italian restaurant. She had arrived early, and they just...they didn't even send an owl to let her know they would be late.

She had been sitting there for over an hour, and she was certain she looked quite pathetic sitting there, fiddling with the napkin in her lap. She frowned, though she eventually let out a sigh before leaning forward to rest her head in her hands.

This was so embarrassing...

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gillant
2014-01-22 10:35 pm UTC (link)

"So far so good," she assured him with a wink and a smile of her own, her eyes leaving those pretty blues in order to skim over the menu. He regained her attention when he spoke of stealing her away, and she let out a laugh. "I would love to watch you try, milen'kiy."

She knew she was a talented player - she worked her ass off for everything she had, and she had actually cried when she found out she would be captaining the Russian team. She couldn't remember the last time she had cried over anything, but Quidditch was her life. If the two men who hadn't shown up didn't hold her career in the palms of their hands, she might not have minded so much. This wasn't just a personal slight.

When the waitress came back to take their order, she ordered the last thing she had seen on the menu, not having been paying very close attention to what her options were. She was much more interested in the man sitting across from her. He was younger than she was, and a talented seeker, there was no doubt about that, but he was already a captain and the idea was enough to turn her green with envy. True, she was about to be a world cup captain, and she was so incredibly proud of that accomplishment (being titled as the best beater of the season was also something she was proud of), but management still didn't think she was a good fit for their team. It was infuriating, though she had never doubted her gender had something to do with it. He was only solidifying that suspicion. She rested her elbows on the table again, her fingers lacing together, resting her chin on her knuckles.

"I have been playing amongst men my entire life. In my country, I was one of 5 women in the league, and the only to play my position on the field. The fact that my country has chosen me to be captain is a true honor. I know that being a woman can have its disadvantages in the world of Quidditch, but it just gives me all the more reason to want to prove wrong those who think I am any less skilled than the talented Falcons who soar beside me. If I wanted to be just another woman who plays Quidditch, I would have stayed on the Harpies. Willow's screeching was all the more reason for me to move to a team where I thought my talents would be appreciated."

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kjbroadmoor
2014-01-22 11:54 pm UTC (link)

"Are they though?" Kendall asked genuinely curious. "From my stand point, you are being taken for granted." He felt bad for making the point, but he would certainly never leave one of his players sitting at a nice restaurant during the busy lunch hour without a word they weren't going to show. Neither would his management team.

"You deserve better," he said matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders slightly. Anya was ambitious, Kendall could see that clearly. And he wouldn't put it past his father and uncle to wave the perpetually empty captain spot in front of her just to get her to stay another season. Even if they had no plans to give it to her. Whatever this meeting was suppose to be about, it was most likely filled with false hope and kind, patronizing words.

"And the real question is, if you play for the Falcons for the next five seasons, will you be where you thought you'd be in your career?"

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gillant
2014-01-23 04:22 am UTC (link)

Her jaw clenched a bit as he shared his opinion, her line of vision falling from making direct eye contact with him. She might have gotten defensive if he wasn't saying what she had been feeling for quite some time. That was what was really getting to her. She barely knew Kendall, and yet he was hitting the nail on the head. She was definitely starting to feel as though she were being taken for granted, but had never voiced how she felt. She reached out for her glass, taking a sip of the cool water she had the waitress bring earlier.

You deserve better.

Those olive eyes, speckled with hues of gold and honey, lifted to meet the bright blues of the man who was trying to convince her that playing for the Falcons might not be the best idea if she had plans to further her career. Again he was speaking aloud things she had never mentioned to anyone else; she thought she was just being irrational. She did have a tendency to do that, especially when she felt she deserved something.

"Are you saying that I could be where I want to be in my career with the Wanderers, Mister Broadmoor?" She asked with a laugh. She was sure he hated being called that, but since he was speaking like a business man, she would address him like one. "You fail to see how this could be...problematic. See, you are the person who would be in the way of what it is I really want." She pushed her shoulders forward a bit, making the conversation a bit more intimate. "I do deserve more; I want more. And I like getting what I want."

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kjbroadmoor
2014-01-23 08:10 pm UTC (link)

Kendall managed not to make a face at being called Mister Broadmoor, he didn't like it, but it wasn't the first time he's had to deal with it. And her laugh didn't throw him off either, as he was almost expecting it. Instead he just smiled at Anya, taking a sip of his own water. "I fail to see nothing. I know exactly what you want. I'm not giving up my captianship, but at the same time, I'm not going to lie about it, or leave you sitting alone all while toying with your hopes and dreams." Kendall put his glass, leaning in slightly. "And besides all that, I never said it was with the Wanderers, just that it wasn't going to be with the Falcons."

He sat up straight again as their food arrived, breaking what ever sort of tension that was building. Stabbing a fork into his food, Kendall tried to figure out just what he was doing. This all started as just being nice, saving Anya from having to suffer the embarrassment of being stood up. And now here he was trying to convince her to come to the Wanderers, or at the very least leave the Falcons? It bothered him they way the Falcons were run, that was nothing new, but he had never tried to undermine the team in such a way.

But then again if you are going to leave the Russian World Cup Captain sitting alone at a table for hours, you were just asking for someone to come and steal her away. "I am being rude." He said finally, looking up to Anya. "I'm sorry, I really don't have much of a right to sit here telling you what you should do with your career. For all I know the Falcons could suit you just fine, even without being Captain."

He took a bite of his lunch, chewing thoughtfully for a moment before speaking up again. "How about we discuss the World Cup instead? How excited are you to be leading Russian team in the greatest tournament of the game?"

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