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Post by obi0 on Feb 16, 2013 0:56:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] Sunlight streamed throughout the cracks of the blinds covering the closed windows. Causing the over sized room to light up like a light bulb. A small yawn was heard in the silence before a high pitched squeaking followed. The sunlight colored blond had pushed her body upwards so that she now sat in a sitting position in the middle of the large bed. The sheets and covers turned into a puddle around her thin frame. Azure colored eyes blinked once then twice before she reached her hands upward rubbing them against her eyes as she attempted to wake up. It was to early for the sun to be up it should go back down. A small sigh escaped the females mouth before she finally began to move out of the comfort of her large bed. Crawling over to the edge she tossed her feet over touching the cold wooden floor as she came into a standing position. A small shiver ran up her back as she started her small journey toward the bathroom. Like everyday of her life she showered, brushed her teeth, walked over to the closet and stared at the many clothes that hung. Reaching inside the closet the female pulled out her usually attire, a black and gray plaid halter dress, the pure white button down shirt, a pair of black knee high socks. Once she had the main parts of her outfit placed upon her body the female walked over to the closet once more before reaching inside. Wrapping her fingers around a pair of the many ballerina flats that lay inside. Slipping them on quickly Valentine made her way out of her room. Making her down her short hallway the female stepped into the main room of her apartment. Well really, it can be said to be hers. After all she did not pay for the semi large room located in one of the top parts of Manhattan, as she long as did what she was told everything would be ok. A small sigh escaped her lips before she moved over to the kitchen part of the apartment. Wrapping her fingers around the refrigerator she pulled it open and grabbed a few things in order to make breakfast. There was many things that needed to be learned in order to live by herself, in order to break from her parents. Or at least attempt to break free. So lost in her thoughts the female did not hear the ringing of her phone as it shook against the table it laid upon. After a few more rings she finally broke from the thoughts that slipped in and out of her mind. Unwrapping her fingers from the door she raced toward the phone coming to it quickly flipping it open she placed it against her hear. Valentine? Hello Valentine? the stern voice echoed into her ear as she felt her body stiffen a degree. She should have checked the caller ID before flipping the phone open. The one thing the young female tired to do was avoid speaking to the elder Heartfield, maybe it was the tone of voice she always had that caused the girl to feel uneasy. Valentine! oh it seemed she was getting harsher, colder then before. Shaking her head the young girl finally took the time and spoke. "Yes mother, please forgive me. How are you this morning?"Why did it take you so long to answer? because she was trying to avoid speaking to you. Even though she was not here, even though she could not see. The young girl's face was a mess, her eyes were wide, a slightly worried smile appeared upon her face. "I was making breakfast mother. I am sorry I did not hear the phone right away" her fingers wrapped around the phone tightened a degree. Dear, Why do you not just come home. Alisa made your favorite for breakfast today. After all there is no need for you to actually cook. If you wish to live alone I shall send Alisa to you that way you ca- "Oh no no, mother I am more then happy to cook for myself. Alisa is already busy. Um-" Valentine! Please do not interrupt mother when she is speaking. It is a very rude habit. Like she had never interrupted her when she was speaking. Brushing it off the female smiled into the phone. "So sorry mother, May I ask why you are calling today" oh how she wished she could just hang up the phone. But it was not proper, it was never proper for her to do such things. Yes, that I have a job for you today. A photo shoot do not be late. Make sure you are there in time my dear "Of course mother" she replied before the clicking sound came into her ears. Flicking the phone shut Valentine stared at the object before she turned back to what she was doing. -------- It seemed that the person who would help advise the shoot was late. Typical it seemed that the female could not catch a break not even once in her life. Staring at the mirror which held her reflection she watched as the female beside her painted on the makeup recurred for such an act. It was to be a normal shoot with a flash mob twist to it. Why they wanted that was something she did not know, but a job was a job it seemed. A small appeared of her face before she looked away from the makeup artist. Valentine was use to this, the busy life that was forced upon her without a second glance. She had no time for friends, school or even a life at times. Her only comfort was her apartment which still was not hers. There all done Miss. Valentine came the honey toned voice to her side. "Thank you" she replied before she allowed herself to slide from the chair. Her black covered boots gave a small click upon the ground before she walked away, the sound blending into the background of the other sounds. For the shoot today her attire was nothing more then a pair of glossy black shirts, a silver spiked belt loosely hanging off the side of her body. A white tang top tucked into the shorts before they had tossed on a black leather type jacket with small spikes popping out from the sides. This was not her style, she could not understand how this worked for a flash mob. Then again she was not the director so she could not pre say figure out what was going on in their minds. Valentine stared at the other models that walked around the area for the shoot, each one wearing something like hers. Slipping her fingers into the pockets of the shorts she tired to figure out where to go, where to stand or what to do. Since the person was late maybe she could go get something to drink. Finally liking the idea Valentine started to make her way toward the vending machine. Her mind as always wandered from her task, ignoring the many things around her. She ended up bumping into a figure who had stepped inside the area. Moving her eyes upward she gentle felt her hands raise to steady herself and the person who she bumped into. "Please forgive me"IDC FEBRUARY NOTES |
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Post by affair on Feb 16, 2013 18:52:58 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] YOU GOTTA LISTEN UP BOY I'M NOT TRYING TO FOOL YA I'LL TELL YOU WHERE TO BEGIN Y'THINK YOU'RE COMIN BACK FOR MORE BUT TONIGHT YA BETTER THINK AGAIN He hadn't particularly tried to be on time, but being so egregiously late was something new even to Febs. Sure, late was one thing, being stalled by traffic, construction, and a film crew was another thing. An hour. An hour! He'd turn straight home if it wasn't for the fact that in every situation, alternate routes were either provided or easily found. He didn't have to scour the city for a way to get past- it was just handed to him. But he ended up an hour late from all the detours he took, and wasn't quite sure if the staff at the modelling agency would even believe him, causing February to panic enough to break into a sprint.
Of course it was in a skyscraper. Of course. He was just one of many entering and exiting the building, and February took one glance at the receptionist, swallowed his fear and asked her, in the easiest terms possible, where could he get to the modelling agency. He would thank her for her clipped, informal response, but he was still an hour late. Stuffed into an elevator, to the next floors he went, till he arrived at the destination. There were people- less, but still people- occasionally milling about. He couldn't run now, so he slowly walked through the hallway, looking about cautiously, as if something in the walls would be his savior or confirm his doom. Who was he supposed to talk to? February tried to bring up the image of her face in his mind, but drew a blank. Standing in the middle of the people, all buzzing around, February's journey ground to a halt. Who....?
In the midst of his thoughts, he was gently jostled- someone who had simply not been looking where they were going, someone who wasn't on autopilot to avoid any obstacles in their way, bumped into him.
"Please forgive me"
Her soft voice was clear even under the constant buzz of talk in the area. He looked down- ...a soft face, a sweet look, contrasted incredibly by her makeup and outfit. Like a princess playing punk. Didn't look like she had an ounce of anything resembling what she wore on the outside on the inside.
"....a....ah."
February blinked once, twice.
"...yes. Okay."
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Post by obi0 on Feb 18, 2013 12:29:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]Her head rose a few inches before she was finally able to see the male before her. He seemed just as shock as she was because he took what Valentine thought was a few minutes to actually speak to her. She watched as his eyes shut once, then twice before he finally opened his mouth and formed words to her sentence. Opening her mouth she went to speak to him once more but she found that there really was nothing more to say to him. Closing her already opened mouth she figured that she looked like a fish upon land with how she acted just now. "Umm…well….uhhh…" she whispered softly to him. Her face started to grow hot from the nervous feeling she was getting before her attention was pulled from him and toward the people who seemed to know them both. Miss. Heartfield….oh, Hello Mr. Barnes the male voice came upon them when the elder looking male who had slipped over to them. Turning her eyes away from the younger looking male the female stared openly at the one who planned to photograph this whole scene. Right, now that everyone is here we shall begin right? his cracked lips turned upward into a small smile before he waved them both forward. Taking the sign as her order to move forward the young female did as she was told. Her heels clicking lightly against the ground as she made her way toward the other models who had gathered. If someone were to look upon Valentine then move their eyes toward the other models, it was hard to see why she was in this field. Unlike the others she was not that tall, standing only at five feet and three inches she was extremely short. Even with the heels that they dressed her in, it did not seem like she really belonged. Her hair was extremely long, ending just at the curve of her bottom with bright pink strands upon its end. Azure colored eyes stared at the males who stood before them. The elder man, Mr. Blackford had taken ahold of February without delay and brought him closer to the cameras that stood in a straight line. The models themselves had gathered to stand in what would be part of the scene to play out. So let me introduce you all to Mr. Barnes, he will be helping us on this photo shoot so please listen to what he has to say upon this matter. Alright Alright, let us see. Mr. Blackford turned his eyes upon the young male with a smile plastered onto his face. How would you like to start? We are giving you free reign of course since we hired you for that reason. Any certain models you would like to start with? Ah but the scenes the scenes we need to go over those…. Valentine stared at the else rmale as his voice started to slip into silence as his mutters disappeared. WORDS FEBRUARY <3 |
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Post by affair on Feb 20, 2013 16:05:23 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] YOU GOTTA LISTEN UP BOY I'M NOT TRYING TO FOOL YA I'LL TELL YOU WHERE TO BEGIN Y'THINK YOU'RE COMIN BACK FOR MORE BUT TONIGHT YA BETTER THINK AGAIN Luckily, the two who had just bumped into each other hardly had time to talk. The man in charge of the whole photoshoot had easily caught sight of February, and before he could even utter an apology, he was whisked away to where the shoot was being held. Looking around in the room, most of the materials were gathered, as were the models. All had a rather edgy theme to it- they really had...gone a bit wrong with this, but February didn't want to see what the outcome was from raining on their parade. Still being lead by the manager- couldn't remember his name, not really- February was promptly introduced to a lineup of models, a lineup that included the girl that had bumped into him only a few minutes earlier. Even with heels, she was drastically shorter than many of the other models.
How would you like to start? We are giving you free reign of course since we hired you for that reason. Any certain models you would like to start with? Ah but the scenes the scenes we need to go over those….
February's attention was brought back to reality, back to the manager going over what was going on during the shoot. In front of those people, requesting whatever he had in mind...he was thankful that the older man essentially pulled him aside, muttering to him what the studio was thinking of doing. Something hardcore, of course. If they were going for this sort of...thing, February guessed he'd just have to go along with it. Putting what an actual flash mob was like with this sort of scenario just wouldn't cut it. The two mumbled and muttered to each other, debating on what to do, what would be acceptable. February's speech was filled with pauses, but when he talked, he talked quickly, unlike Mr. Blackford's constant stream of noise. It took a while, ten minutes or so of the noise of hearing the two debate, but a compromise was reached.
"Right then, we've got our set-up worked out. I'd like you to take your place over there...ah, Mr. Baines, which way was it again? Ah, and you, Valentine, how heavy are you? Iosef and Geoffrey, could you two lift her? Good, good..."
The scene of the entire group setting up for the shoot was working together quite nicely. February had...requested, timidly, that Mr. Blackford do the instructions. Reasons of course being that he was certainly...more experienced in this....and....February certainly couldn't instruct at his level of efficiency. Such ego-stroking worked like a charm, and February was spared, being consulted as needed, but hardly ever addressing anyone other than Mr. Blackford.
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Post by obi0 on Mar 1, 2013 22:58:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable]Valentine watched the two men talk, one was muttering the other seemed to shutter. A match made in heaven she supposed? Unlike the other models who had all branched out to one other in order to have some talking time. Valentine stood in the same spot she had been before they had moved away. Raising her arms upward she crossed them over one other watching their lips as they moved. One speaking, the other listened before it was switched once more. Only when he turned and came back to the group did the other people learn to shut their mouths. It was finally time to begin, thank god. She wanted to get out of here, no that was not true. Valentine needed to get out of here. To think there was a model who really did not wish to actually model, such an odd girl she was. Wait what had he just said? She was going to actually be picked up? Valentine could feel her eyes widen from the slight shock before her arms came undone falling to her sides as she stared at the male who had actually suggested they go about it this way. When the two male's left their groups to come stand by Valentine they were lead over to the white background tarp that lay against a wall. The perfect background for a perfect shoot or so she had been told. Her heels clicked against the ground as she made her way over to the males. Coming to stand in between them she turned her eyes to stare start at February rather then Mr. Blackford who was giving the instructions on what they should do. A flash mob was not suppose to look like this, from what she had seen on the internet shouldn't it be more, a turn of the wheel in her mind shot for the word she spoke of. When nothing came to her she felt herself sigh lightly. She would come up with the word another time it seemed. The feel of hands wrapping around her body had the young girl stiffening slightly before she finally allowed her eyes to break from February to the males around her in a slight surprise. A slight flush of her cheeks had her showing her emotions. Valentine had to get these things under control before they started taking pictures. A model must be a model at all times. WORDS FEBRUARY Sorry its so short. |
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