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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2017 3:41:23 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"] ❝ "Yes, yes! Just like that!" [break][break] A crowd of people, surrounded by in the town. The spring breeze blew over the masses of individuals who were clustered up in hopes to get a glimpse at this apparent event that had taken so many people of interest. Sounds of cameras going off, clicking, mumbling and squealing came from those surrounding, however one . may beg to ask what exactly would have been so large of an event to be catching all their attentions? Of course, it was no other than Amelia. A young model who just happened to decide to take a job, only because it was so close to her school and location. Personally, she always found it a hassle to be going back and forth, especially in the middle of the school year. But there was also the fact that she was probably used to all this attention by now. [break][break] A smile stretched across that innocent face of hers as she posed for the camera. Natural, she was told. She had to be natural. It was hard, especially when many viewed her as perfect. Perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect body and perfect height - perfect genes, perfect everything. Dazzling, azure blue eyes and pale, snow white skin with bright pink locks that were slightly waving near the end, and fallen down to her waist neatly and flawlessly. In order to compliment the new seasonings and to promote the company, she was wearing a simple green onesie with a brown belt wrapped against her upper wait, but not so much that it was suffocating her stomach. [break][break] Her poses had gone from simply smiling towards the camera to leaning over and looking downwards at the fountain. Her eyes have wandered, she had given them profile views and the like, and then eventually those went to interacting and pulling those from the every day audience to be part of the photo shoot. Though the directer himself wasn't all that impressed with her bold actions, he found it hard to oppose with how natural everything was looking. She took her phone out to pretend to be talking to friends, smiles, laughed, and even blushed in front of a guy to make it look like some innocent crush. Of course, that wasn't true, but it would be really cute to put in the magazine, no? [break][break] Yet here she was, and no one dared to touch her. At this point, she could easily consider herself to be untouchable. Though that didn't sit all that well with her.. It couldn't be helped now could it? Of course it couldn't. [break][break] Once again she strode over to a random individual, and then gently grabbed their hand with a warm smile on her face. The eagerness and curious twinkle in her eyes were captured by the cameras, and it looks as though they would be her next partner in the photo shoot. |
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Post by Nacht Freur on Mar 29, 2017 15:40:38 GMT
"Auch wenn du schlafst, schau ich nach dir... Der strahlende engel lockt den dunklen vampir... Du bist zum greifen nah, doch unendlich fern, Du weckst den menschen in mir~..."It was a simple tune that Nacht Freur had picked up a little while in the past to date. Having been biased towards online and underdog artists rather than what most modern music had to offer, it was no surprise that the given song and melody that he sang along was of a lesser known artist- and of his own, native German tongue as well, nonetheless. From within a nearby cafe, he inhabited a seat closest to one of the windows in order to grant himself the best view to the outside world beyond as was possible; something that he had admittedly gotten into the habit to do ever since coming to the city all of those years in the past. So, from his usual spot, he leaned back rather comfortably in his chair; laptop opened in front of him, noise-cancelling earbuds lodged within his ears, and a simple cup of coffee that was more or less lukewarm by then as he typed away. Odd to his character - yet understanding all the same, given the reasoning - he had a rather focused and annoyed expression upon his face as he stared at the screen with furrowed brows. A few more taps upon the keys, and he would have quickly reeled his hands back and abruptly sunk into his chair in a lazy manner, shutting his eyes and rolling them towards the back of his head briefly as he allowed a heavy sigh to escape his lips. Screw. Essays, was the simple thought to cross his mind as faded azure voids of his unveiled once more, though in a narrowed and faint fashion, in order to give the text before him one last look over. Once they were done, he shook his head and breathed another sigh while shutting it down and beginning to pack it away into the messenger back he brought with him. Seriously... The bane. Of my. Existence.One packed laptop and a few coffee swigs later, and the boy would have been well on his way through the day yet again as the sunlight diverged upon his path once more upon stepping back outside. Clad within nothing more than a simple, grey t-shirt, a pair of black jeans, and a pair of black and dark red athletic shoes for the most part, he slipped a hand into his pocket for just a second before drawing it back out with an mp3 player within its grasp, using the other hand to fiddle around with the jack of his earbuds - that he had caringly unplugged from his laptop before leaving, of course - and sliding it in. Because of the lack of music that reached his ears through that short amount of time, the sounds of even livelier occurrences around him had become quickly apparent, though as he did so, he had taken his own first time to glance up to see what all the commotion was about. Just as he had done so, he had barely managed to catch sight of a certain model approaching him; discovery that he found confusing but amusing all the same, especially when she seemed to reach out and take his hand. For a moment or two, he blinked, shifting his gaze between her, her hand, and finally the cameras and crowds behind her as life progressed on. The particular event seemed to instantly click within his mind at that point. A small smirk tugged upon his lips as his eyes drifted back towards the girl before him. This is gonna be fun enough.With that thought crossing his mind, he seemingly paid the cameras afar no attention as he simply kept his attention upon her, and even went on to lift her hand up a little bit after she herself had initiated the interaction. Still keeping his focus on her, he took care to plant a quick, gingerly kiss upon the knuckles of her hand, winking all the while. His natural, German accent filtered into his next words as he went on, asking a simple, "To what do I owe the honor of being pulled into the shoot~?" to her amidst the ongoing voices around them.
@amelia ::: 721 Words (sorry for the long post //shot) ::: yo man i hope you dont mind me slappin this down here
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2017 0:23:49 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"] ❝ She, like many others, initially didn't know what the hell she was doing by dragging people into her photoshoots. [break][break] You see, the dangers here are that you don't know if the person you're dragging in would like the attention, or if they just found you troublesome. there was also the issue with the director, and she could tell by the look on his face that he was anything but pleased with her suddenly bold actions by interacting with the crowd. Whereas Amelia personally couldn't care any less, she found it annoying seeing that the odds of him allowing her to have a photoshoot in a public area was going to be much more slim, and the only reason he let her out in the first place was because it was one of her conditions in the contract to advertise for this company's brand. In fact, she could even see the discomfort, the distaste, and the annoyance in the eyes of some adults like she were a rampant teen goofing off and fooling around, not even bothering to pay very much attention to the camera. Sometimes, some people would have their attention more directed to the cameras themselves, or sometimes, there were a few others who were just trying way too hard. [break][break] Would it kill to act natural? Perhaps, but to be fair she was anything but natural to begin with. The very least she could do was to act like she was, up until the point she realized that everyone but she was fully born that way. If there was anyone she would like to blame, she'd never be able to put the blame on anyone other than herself. But hey, she's getting far too ahead of herself here. Clearly, no one was sticking around because they would like to hear her rambling on and on about her life, no? All she had to do was put on a smile, look nice and sweet, and listen to that the damn director wanted to say if she'd like to be able to pay for her own stuff this month. Hey, being a model actually paid quite the penny, and it was also pretty fun when you're somewhat famous for your looks. [break][break] Back to the topic at hand, the woman's bright blue eyes looked up to take a closer look at the victim who she pulled into her work for the day. A young man, perhaps about her age if not just a tad younger? Older? She couldn't tell, probably because in high school, most people looked to be the same age as herself. Man, sometimes she felt if it were wrong of her to be doing this, especially if it were to someone who was way younger than her. What she certainly hadn't expected, however, was for him to lift her hand up to his lips and plant a gentle kiss on top of them. The sudden action was more than enough to rev her face into a soft, light hue of pink spread across the cheeks. [break][break] She held it like that, nearly flabbergasted by his boldness, and even the crowd was staring in awe. She could see the photographer smiling and taking a few pictures of that, however by now she was just trying not to lose her composure. Amelia, calm. He's just trying to be a gentleman is all - it's nothing that you haven't handled before. The most she could do, however, was offer him a meek smile after recovering from that sudden blow to her. Man.. God, even that accent almost made her heart skip a beat. Why, oh why did she have to be so embarrassed? She was only lucky that it didn't show all too much in her expression -- or maybe it did, and that's why everyone was going crazy. [break][break] "I-I.." She stuttered out, however she really needed to clear the lump formed in her throat before continuing. Her bright blue gaze narrowed to the side, and then she took a deep breath to compose herself. "My name is Amelia, and yourself?" She introduced herself, all while recovering from that brief shock from earlier. Her lips curled up into a slightly more weaker smile, although it was more apologetic if anything. "I'm sorry, for pulling you in like this." |
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Post by Nacht Freur on Mar 30, 2017 5:57:07 GMT
Following his initial actions and movements, Freuer merely kept voids of a deepened, faded hue of azure upon those of a much brighter and vibrant variation of the same coloring, taking care to subtly yet carefully observe whatever reactions that he was to earn from his choices. Upon seeing the small senses of surprise spark within the girl's eyes - alongside the rush of soft crimson to gradually begin surfacing upon her cheeks - the boy's smile broadened ever more within a shroud of amusement, and the way he narrowed his eyes and allowed the slightest spark of similar feelings to glint within them had seemingly emphasized that fact just a tad bit extra. Oh, yeah... This is definitely gonna be fun~.Still watching her expression for a little bit longer, the pyromaniac chuckled faintly upon seeing her smile falter for a split second, only to rebuild itself into a more or less weaker or lesser version of the one earlier, for lack of better phrasing. He shook his head, gently releasing her hand before allowing both of his own to slip within his pockets for the meantime. "Nein, nein... It's all good, don't worry," he assured her with another, subtle wink as the smirk tugging upon his lips seemingly flashed with a temporary sense of a sort of devilish nature. Sparing a brief eye and glance towards the cameras and their director afar, he allowed hues of blue to shift across the other people in the distance before quickly placing them upon his newfound and spontaneous partner, shrugging. "I've lived a life that's made people have their eyes on me for a long time as it is," he went on. "...Admittedly, it wasn't for good reasons back then, but I'll leave your mind to wander on that~."That last remark was ended with a chuckle of self amusement, as well as a finger placed secretively over his lips as he pulled one of his hands up for a second time. Another wink would have been given her way before he gazed over at the fountain thoughtfully, quirking his lip in thought before nodding towards it and peering back down at Amelia. "My name's Nacht Freur, by the way, but 'Charming' works equally as nice," he went on in his own form of introduction, that smile of his never quite leaving his own expression all the while. The very same hand that he used to create the quieting gesture for himself would extend outwards following that most recent remark, pointing casually towards the object a small distance away. "Mind sitting by the fountain, by any chance...? Gives us a nice place to chat and ride this out. Also gives those guys some good angles and scenes and all that jazz, so...I mean, I'd call it a win-win situation~."
@amelia ::: 467 Words ::: then get your girl ready for some more potential flirting //shot
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