A Star is born! (May 2009)

What the hell is all these ruckus about?

Cain glanced towards the direction of the nearest notice board, noticing quite a large crowd had gathered in front of it. The junior stood there, quite confused as to what exactly was happening here. He raised his right hand, scratching the back of his head as he tried to look through the crowds' heads, only to be cursed by the fact that he was too short. He let out a soft groan, putting both hands on his waists, succumbing.

He was clad in a white polo shirt, buttoned save for the top and his collars erected. He had folded the sleeves up to elbows, completing the attire with a pair of blue jeans and his Nike Overplay IV, Blue Edition. His attire complimented totally his striking blue hair, which in turn made his hazel eyes stand out more under its shadow. He no longer carried his bag, having stuffed it in the locker that he had just been recently issued with, a luxury he had not been able to enjoy for the past week.

Soon after, though, just as he was about to leave, he felt something tap his shoulder. His head shot up for a moment, as he turned on his right heel to see who it was. And there, he saw a woman who was almost as short as he was, Cain only standing a mere 5'10''. He tilted his head as he looked back at the woman.

"Yes, may I help you?"

The woman, however, did not answer as she simply stared upwards at his hair. Cain rolled his eyes upwards, staring at his blue fringe for a moment, before staring back at the girl. Once again, he repeated himself, or at least, the first word. And finally, she replied.

"Oh my god, I just LOVE your hair!"

Cain raised his eyebrows at her exclamation, unsure of how to reply. Instead, he reacted quite modestly as he took a step back, clearing his throat, the scene finally catching the attention of many other people. Unlike Cain, though, they seemed to realise what was happening.

"Uhh, thanks?"
"Wait, what?! Don't tell me you're going to take the 'fresh meat' in?!"

A male then walked in, his voice breaking the silence that had just filled the room, standing now in between Cain and the woman. He had long blond hair, gelled back to add that tropical surfer look to his appearance, completed with a flora shirt and a pair of dark brown bermudas. Apparently, he thought that he was a better-looking male than Cain.

"Sorry, but I'd rather take him."
"Take me? What for?"
"Don't you know, fresh meat? They're a modeling company and they're looking for new models here in this school. Too bad for you too, you won't get chosen, you little fresh me-"

Cain was getting quite tired of the term, and the fact that the blonde surfer dude was leaning in towards him as he said it made it even the more annoying to the junior as his right fist snapped outwards, catching him straight in the nose. The blondie's head snapped backwards, before he fell on the ground, blood trailing from his nose.

"... Oops. Seems like you broke your nose."
"Oooh, and a bad-boy attitude to boot. Come! Follow me!"

Cain stared at the woman. Did he even agree to this? He stared at the wall clock for a moment, before letting out a sigh, placing his left hand in his pocket as he followed after the woman, scratching the back of his head once more, muttering the word 'fine' twice. Why not? After all, he did not have anything to do at the moment, and this seemed like fun.

Soon enough, Cain would find himself in the gym, being forced to wear a pair of aviators that were purposely propped at the tip of his nose to show his eyes. He was also asked to unbutton his shirt, so as to add on to that bad-boy look of his. And for the last pose, he was asked to take off his shirt. Cain stared at the lady for a moment, before succumbing as he pulled his shirt off. Placing his feet shoulder-width apart, he stuck his thumbs into his pocket, tilting his head to the side and backwards, as instructed, and tensed his torso muscles, displaying the eight-pack that he had and his well-toned chest muscles.

And he stared at the camera, wondering what exactly these pictures were going to be used for.

*Ka-Chick*

Sara stalked through the halls, trying her absolute hardest to avoid the strange people running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Sara had no idea what was going on. It was insane. These people were insane. With their... Clip boards... And their... Stuffz... She didn't like it =_=" And she couldn't seem to get a straight answer about what was going on. It was pissing her off, and making her extremely... afraid. She didn't like people. Not before. Not now.

She wore her usual ratty old sweat pants, and a t-shirt. She would need to buy a new pair soon. This pair was on their way out. But she really didn't want to go shopping. It sucked. A woman running towards her suddenly stopped, her jaw setting in anger. Sara froze, her eyes darting around as she looked for someone that the woman might be glaring at. There was no one else.

She took a few steps towards Sara, and poor Sara, scared of the ferocity of the woman took a step back. "You there! Are you signed up yet? Someone get her ready!"

Sara turned around ready to leave only to come face to face with a another 2 woman and a man with clipboards. "Uhh.... Hi... Is there... Something you need?" She eyed them wearily, and stepped away from them. She was cornered.

"Are you signed up dear?" The man asked.

"Signed up for what...?"

"For the shoot." The woman said.

"What shoot...?"

The next thing she knew the people had grabbed her arms and dragged her to the gym. Confused, Sara allowed herself to be dragged along. Two woman took her into the girls changing room. Sara looked around, scared shitless. It had been turned into a giant dressing room. All around her was makeup and pretty clothes. What the hell was going on...?

They began to strip her. Sara tried to fight back but the woman were like PROFESSIONALS at this. She was naked within 2 seconds. The women looked her up and down, tsking to each other. Sara blushed, frozen to the spot. They turned away to look at clothes whispering to each other.

"Shes cute... We have to have something that'll cover that scar on her chest and knee. She has a good shape though... We could use that..."

Sara was so confused... DDD: They chose some clothes and had her dressed as quickly as they had undressed her. They had chosen a long skirt and a blouse. They put heels on her man =_=" It was disgusting... What the fuck D<

Sitting her down they proceeded to do her makeup and her hair. By the time they were done, she felt like a bloody Barbie doll. But it was to late now. They led her out of the change rooms and into the gym where they had converted the large room into a photo shoot place. They were going to take her picture? " Sara didn't like pictures though... "

They stood her infront of the camera and began to shoot pictures as she stood there shyly, her gaze down cast, her cheeks red. They were calling things out to her about how her shyness was cute and photogenic. Which only made it worse and she shuffled her feet, turning from side to side trying to stop herself from running away.

10 minutes later, they were done. She filled out the forms and left the gym without giving back the clothes. No one stopped her as she left in a daze, her mind completely blank as to what was going on. She had no clue what just happened. For all she knew, she had just been entered into some sick kiddy porn ring.

What the hell...

Those icy blues glanced over one of the posters, and his right hand lifted to his chin as he contemplated what to do. Travis was always interested in easy money, and a photo shoot for $500 dollars!? Damn straight he'd do it. After all, he considered himself a rather attractive male. And as he was standing there staring at the poster, he'd feel someone grab at his ass from behind.

"Oooohhh! Fiirm!"

!?

His right eyebrow raised slightly, as he turned his head and glanced behind him. It seemed the culprit was a female, though she didn't exactly look like she fit the age group of a high-school girl. If he had to guess, she looked to be in her early or mid twenties. She was attractive, but Travis didn't know why the hell she grabbed his ass like that. Turning, he'd stare at her for a few moments and then speak.

"Is there a reason why you just groped me?!"

"Yeesss~! You are one SEXY BOY! You must work out lots! I bet you're soooo strong!"

"Uhh.... Damn straight!"

"I'm here with the modeling agency! I saw you looking at the poster.. I'd Looove to take pictures of you~!"

...What the hell does she mean by that?!

"Uhh.... Okay. $500, right?"

"Yup, yup! Who knows! Maybe you'll even get my number!"

.........Awesome.

"Follow me! I'll steal you away from school and we can get this done with quickly!"

He was getting an odd vibe from this chick. He almost regretted agreeing to do it now. He couldn't help but feel like she had something strange planned. Maybe she was one of those people that enjoyed the younger boys. He had no idea. But he was surely going to find out soon enough. Travis would soon find himself walking behind this photographer, wondering what the hell he had just gotten himself into. Soon enough they were out in the parkinglot, and Travis got into her vehicle. Maybe it wasn't smart, but he didn't give a shit right now. He would be able to handle her if this turned out to be some kind of sick stunt.

There was some small talk, but for the most part he sat silent. It wouldn't take them too long before they reached the set. Travis would continue to follow, until she directed him into a changing room. Once he got inside, those icy blues settled upon the room. It was empty, a side from a little bench and a mirror. Within a few seconds he heard the door open once again, and the photographer came in with a great big smile on her face. She was holding something behind her back.

"I got you're outfit! Wear it with priide!"

When she whipped her hands around and presented him his clothing, or lack of he should say. She was holding a SPEEDO which just happened to look like an American flag. His jaw nearly dropped to the floor. SHE PLANNED THIS?! COULDN'T SHE HAVE TOLD HIM THAT HE WAS GOING TO HAVE TO WEAR A SPEEDO!? It was kind of an important detail! He'd snatch them from her hands, those icy blues staring toward her for a moment.

"You want me to wear a SPEEDO!?"

"We're doing a patriotic photo shoot! That just happens to be the only thing we have for males!"

.......Fuck My Life.

"Fiine! Get out of here.. I need to change."

I knew this wasn't a good idea.. A speedo..? God damn it.

Travis continued to grumble under his breath as he heard the door shut behind him. He'd begin to strip down and then he'd pull on the speedo, even though he loathed it. Hell yeah he was going to keep going through with this! His father always told him how he hated quitters! Plus, it was an easy $500 bucks. Lets just hope no one from school ended up coming across these pictures. That would surely be a little bit awkward. With a big sigh, he'd close his eyes for a moment and then walk out to do the shoot.

Guuhh..

David grunted as he stood, tearing the alternator clean of the small ford escort. He crunched up his nose, looking over the dead peice of metal with a slight frown of disdain. He stood on school property, working after hours in the small mechanics shop just to help out a few friends. A young man by the name of tom spinnet, whom David owed a little favor to, had asked him if he would take a look at his car and see what was up with it. Apparently inept at any sort of vehicular tools or works, Tom was the sort of happy go lucky yet overly annoying type that made you want to both laugh at him and be his friend and shoot him in the face. David set the item down on the table, looking up into the males face with a 'what did you expect' look.

"Listen, Tom, you cant keep letting your battery die without care because you know that your alternator will fix it. Whoever told you that this was okay was wrong- you now have to replace it, and its gonna cost you." The kid before him sighed, then looked up into Blazes eye for a moment. "Well, how much is that gonna cost?" David shrugged. "I could probably get you one for five hundred." The kid smiled. "Well then, i guess i'll go hit up that modeling group that just rolled into campus." David cocked an eyebrow. "Modeling? Dude, no offense, but your kinda ugly." Tom laughed. "Thats the great part- you dont have to be good looking, they pay you that just to try out." A little Skeptical, David began wiping his hands on a rag.

"Oh yeah? And where are they holding these try outs at?" Tom laughed, giving him simple directions and watching as the young Blaze left. Tom spoke as he did so but David wasnt paying attention. Though rich, David knew the value of any sort of money, and getting five hundred bucks for doing nothing was a okay with him. He located them without much trouble, especially since tehre was a large ass crowd around them. He approached the desk, asking simply. "Where do i sign up?" He placed his name on the sheet, standing in a large line and looking out over the sea of people.

He walked into a large room, standing before a white board with a slightly agitated look on his face. A rather odd looking guy came forward, asking him to smile. David was almost ready to strangle tom- there was no way he was getting paid five hundred bucks for this. He smiled politely, a few flashes of light marking the pictures being taken. He was asked to strike several different poses, which he did if only for comic relief for himself.

Tom leaned against his car, waiting patiently for half an hour. Where was Blaze? Bastard needed to fix his- He looked over as he heard a shout, watching a rather stunned David approach with a bunch of green clutched in his fist. He held up five one hundred dollar bills.

"You were right...They are paying."

Tome took off at a run.

Ryuu stood at his locker, picking up his books for his next class. Beside him, plastered on the wall, was a poster advertising that a local modeling agency was looking for models. Ryuu however, did not notice the poster, and while he did look like an actor or model, with his front hair falling naturally into his eyes effortlessly, he himself did not think of himself as one, in fact, he was quite clueless when it came to his own looks. The posters had been plastered all over the school, and despite the fact the agency was offering $500, it seemed they hadn’t had much luck. “No no no!” A voice cried out in anguish through the hall, as an extremely sharp dressed man walked down the hall, accompanied by his entourage. “I don’t understand, why hasn’t anyone signed up yet!? It’s like the majority of the students are more interested in fighting than the promise of fame and money! Stop! I need a moment.” The man said, as he stopped suddenly in the middle of the hallway, his entourage taking up almost the entire hallway.

A hand held to his forehead like he was nursing a headache, the man was immediately handed a cup, as he took a sip from it. “Thank you Cynthia that helped slightly. Oh dear... we came to this school all the way for nothing?” The man sighed in exasperation, as his eyes roved around from behind his lightly tinted glasses, before settling on Ryuu, who stood at his locker. “You!” The man cried out, pointing at Ryuu, before rushing over to the bewildered junior Japanese boy, who had been looking around. “You have the look!” “I do?” Ryuu replied, pointing to himself. “Yes! Have you ever thought of being a model?” “I well... Not really,” Ryuu replied, looking a bit uncomfortable, “I never really thought much of my looks.” “My dear boy, you have the look! And you’re in luck, I’m part of the local modeling agency that has come to Moral Crest High, looking for a model, and you’re the one!” “Modeling agency?” Ryuu asked, as the man nodded before pointing to the poster located beside Ryuu, who walked to it, and peered at it, reading it over. “What do you say? You have the looks, so why not show them?” The man asked, as Ryuu turned to him. “I don’t know... It sounds interesting, but...” “My dear boy, if fame does not interest you, then at least do this for me, please?” The man almost begged Ryuu, who looked at him, before sighing. “Alright, I’ll do it.” “Thank you! You are a lifesaver! Come to this location in 10 minutes, and thank you again!” The man cried happily, as he handed Ryuu a card and grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously, before turning and heading down the hallway, his entourage in tow.

Ryuu watched the group disappear down the hall, before looking at the card in his hand. What have I gotten myself into... 10 minutes later, Ryuu reached the location that was on the card, and saw photographers were already set up. “Ah, you’re here!” Ryuu turned around and saw the man who had asked him to do this walk up to him. “So it’s very simple, you’re going to be a model and do a photo shoot for a fashion magazine, and if it’s successful, no doubt it will, you could possibly be promised employment.” The man explained, as Ryuu looked at him. “Sounds simple enough, what kind of photo shoot am I doing?” “You’ll be modeling clothing, and as a bonus, you'll get to keep the clothing.” “... That’s it?” “You’ll see. Head over to that room over there, and get dressed.” Ryuu then headed over to the room the guy had pointed out, and immediately spotted the clothes he was going to wear. Pulling off the clothes he had been wearing before, Ryuu then pulled on the other set of clothes, before walking out, tugging at the collar. The guy smiled happily as soon as he saw Ryuu. “Splendid! Simply splendid! You look fabulous!” He first wore a black dress jacket, a white long-sleeved dress shirt, and blue jeans, and then a black tank top and loose black pants.





The guy then instructed Ryuu, who tried to follow as best as he could. The flash of the camera blinded Ryuu at first, but he managed to adjust to it after a little while. Once they were done, Ryuu pulled his own clothes back on, and walked out, but not before being paid $500 and given some pictures from the shoot. “Thank you again young man! You made my day!” The guy pumped Ryuu’s arm up and down as Ryuu felt like his arm was going to fall off. “If we ever have anything new to model, we'll give you a call.” The guy said, as Ryuu nodded, before turning to leave, as he walked out, he stared at the picture of himself, an eyebrow raised. A job as a model. He never really thought of himself as one. Go figure.

Vespyr sauntered out of the cafe with a half-eaten cinnamon roll in her hand, ignoring an angry customer's "Hey! That was mine, you--" as the door shut behind her and blocked out his voice. She walked over to her usual bench and sat down with some ease, taking a bite out of the purloined roll. She sat with her armsto her chest, both hands gripping the roll like a squirrel would hold a precious nut. Her posture and her eyes said the same. Mine.

She sat for about ten minutes, stone-still and glaring down small children as they passed by. She hated the little girls that wore those tight, brightly-coloured leggings with nothing over it. You could see the outline of their underwear. It was annoying.

Somewhere across the street, Vespyr noticed a woman with a huge bulky thing under her arm looking quite lost. She was standing by the side of the road, looking to and fro, looking for something. Vespyr crossed her legs and watched intently as she crossed the crosswalk, hoping she's get hit by a car. She chuckled viciously at the thought of it. But no, the lady crossed the street safely and started looking around again. Losing interest, Vespyr looked away casually and gazed at some pidgeons on a nearby rooftop. Pigeons were nice. Juicy.

"Pardon me, miss, but I couldn't help but notice your hair. Its fantastically cute! May I take a few photographs? I work for a magazine, maybe you've heard of it-- miss Seventeen? We're doing an article on cute hairstyles this month, and I was wondering if I could--" Vespyr jumped, startled, and whirled around. The lost lady was standing behind her with a big camera in her hand and a huge white-toothed grin on her face. "Oh! Sorry to have startled you. Here, lemme get a shot of that beautiful face." the woman said,almost too quickly to comprehend. There was a huge flash and Vespyr screamed.

"You bitch! What have you done! Me eyes! I'm blind! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck you! Bitch! Me eyes!!" Vespyr howled, stumbling backward into the street. The roarof cars grew louder and Vespyr dove back toward the sidewalk, nearly knocking over a trashcan in the process. She rubbed her poor eyes and squinted, but everywhere she looked there was a huge white spot.

"Hey, uh... sorry 'bout that. Great picture though! I'm, uh... gonna go now. Here's my card. You can come in for a free photo shoot anytime, okay? Uh... Bye."

[/i] The woman said nervously, backing away. She put her hand in her pocket and fished out a little card that said "Be a Star!" in fancy print. As she turned to leave hastily, Vespyr snarled and leapt onto her back, though still blind, she had perfect aim. The lady screamed andtoppled to the ground. Vespyr grabbed the camera and smashed into the back of the lady's head, and blood rushed out onto the sidewalk. Several passersby screamed and darted away. Vespyr picked up the camera again, wiped off the lens, and snapped a picture of the dead woman with her broken head. Then she dropped the camera and walked down the street with a grimace on her face, still rubbing her eyes.

"Fucking bitch..."[/blockquote][/size]