A Star is born! (May 2009)

[narakunohana]

Quest Name:

A star is born!

Format:

Singular

Reward:

+2 exp + $500

Scenario:

A local modeling Agency just came to PHS42 in hopes of finding new, fresh talent only to find that the entire school is FLOODED with amazingly attractive students.

With posters set up and a charming fee of an easy $500 bucks, the photographers set out to find their model of choice.

Requirements:

• A minimum of 350 words is required.
  
• Your character will have to be asked to do a shoot for a fashion magazine. There is also promise of permanent employment, and fame. Who'd resist fame?! =D!
  
• All entries must be in by the end of May.
  

[THE Justin]

Stu walked into the building. He was uneasy, shuffling slightly on his feet as women in modern fashion walked too and fro, shuffling papers. A girl walked by, briefly, outlined by the sheer nakedness that she wore like normal clothes, caused Stu to stutter and stumble, red filling his cheeks.

"Are you Stuart?"

"Uhh, what?"

"Stuart Pott? You him?"

The woman was short and squat, obviously more interesting in creating fashion than displaying it upon herself. Stu didn't blame her; she was the zenith of ugly. He looked down, literally, as she stood only about 4'7'', and coughed lightly. He didn't want to say the wrong thing and upset her, so he focused, and cleared his throat.

"Righto, mum. Stu Pott, at your service. Heard you were searchin for a few models for ya new line, figured I could give you a hand."

"You're too skinny. Get out."

Stu blanched. Skinny!? Sure, he wasn't exactly a body builder, but he wouldn't consider himself skinny. He pulled away the jacket, revealing a shirtless tee and the holster, occupied, by his shotgun.

The woman's eyes lit up. Stu mistook this as a bad thing.

"OH! I'm sorry mum! Its not loaded, see, its its a toy! yes, a toy! I like to... pretend!"

"Ooo... so... exotic. And manly. It reeks of destruction and yet its fine lines will look nicely under...

Okay. You're in. But keep the jacket off. You've got the punk street urchin look going for you, you little English thug. Go get prepped back there."

"Alright, mum."

Stu was confused. But, he did as he was told, first of all needing the mone, secondly because he really had nothing else better to do; he wasn't on duty watching over the school, and he hadn't spoken to either gang he was affiliated with in almost a week.

So, there he was. A girl began slathering on some sort of skin brightener, to make him less ghoulish. He stepped back out, and the naked girl was there, this time with some grungy looking clothes. Stu would be lying if he said he wasn't aroused a little bit, though he was outwardly less showy of it.

They stood together, the girl throwing her arms around his neck, and bringing her leg up. Stu grabbed it, his gun in the other, and the lights flashed, his vision going bright...

[Cain]

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*

[Kate]

It’s those cheesy stupid posters that stand out on a wall, the kind that draw your eye and make it hard to really pay attention to anything else. Kate was staring at one of these as her thoughts wandered. Why would she want fame or money? The girl had both after all, plenty of the second and a decent amount of the first. Granted, she could do with more fame, might even be sort of exciting. The blonde was lost in her thoughts when someone ran up and grabbed her arm tightly. Before the poor girl could even react, the person dragged her off to a table where all this was happening.

“OH MY GOD WOULD YOU LOOK AT HER?!?!”

Kate was a pretty female, all considering the all American sort of look. She had long silvery blonde hair that went to her mid-back, large emerald eyes hiding behind long lashes, full lips, pale skin, and a curvy rockin body. She wore designer clothing all the time, the current moment included. One female had dragged her to another woman, and both were now staring at her as if she held the answer to immortal life in her hands, or eternal youth. Something or other, and they sure as hell wanted it.

”Excuse me, can I help you with something?”

Kate removed the first woman’s grasp from her arm, one eyebrow cocking. They quickly explained that they were looking for models at the school, and that she would be just perfect for them. Of course, in many, many more words. A sigh escaped Kate McHallin, and she agreed for kicks. They had her fill out a short little form with her full name, number, address, age, grade, and all that shit so they could track her down if they wanted to use her for a modeling gig later on. That was cool, modeling might even be decently fun.

She stepped back to where the cameras were supposed to be, and onto a white canvas area. She was wearing a silk button up top, silver in color with a pair of dark jeans and some heels to match the shirt. Her hair was in waves and curls to just past her shoulders. They directed her to stand in the middle and pose. Kate stepped up and smirked just a bit.

The blonde decided to make an interesting photo. She crossed her feet in a ballet pose, balancing easily on the balls of her feet for now. The pale girl lifted her arms above her head clasping her hands together and twisted her arms slightly at an odd angle. Her hips pushed out slightly, and her head tilted to the left, eyes half open. A dramatic pose, but a different one that your everyday “lookit me I’m a sexy beast” sort of pose. The camera clicked, picture taken. They had her do a few more, before Kate packed up her stuff and left. Yeah, she was a bit eager to see if they would call her back. Modeling was a fun idea for a career. Maybe she should have thought of it sooner.

[Sara Quinn]

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...

[Reira DeMorvick]

Bah, what was all the commotion about? It was early in the morning and Reira not being a very good morning person didn’t take well to the boisterous crowds that had gathered around the school. That was strange. Why was everyone so worked up? Stifling a yawn, the brunette walked passed a crowd that accumulated around a tree. Was it national respect a tree day? Her brow furrowed in even more confusion as she saw a repeated flash and a half naked guy standing there posing for the camera.

A male model? Haha oooh.

All her attention on the shoot, she cringed when she heard a crunch under her feet. Looking down, she saw she stepped on a poster…thank god it was only a poster! Examining it, she gathered that a modelling agency had come to PHS42 and was looking for candidates. Haha, that was funny. Modeling. Riight. Throwing the piece of paper over her shoulder, she began to walk on when she heard a distressed shriek.

“AHH! I had a perfect shoot and this poster came floating down! GRRR!! Who did This!--”

“---Sorry…,” she chuckled nervously.

But the photographer didn’t look like he was going to calm down, in fact she approached her and began to yell and yell and all Reira could do was just stare at her like she was a flipping lunatic, that is until a very tall, rather handsome man came to her rescue. He was much older then herself, probably around his late 20’s or early 30’s.

“Calm down Vivienne, can’t you see that this girl is facking hot. Thanks for finding my potential Victoria’s Secret model,” the guy said with a smirk.

“Ugh!! Off with you Jody, I don’t vant to see ur face! Get! SHOO!”

Jody made a salute to Vivienne and placed an arm over Reira’s shoulders. She was so confused. What the hell was happening?!! Did he say Victoria’s Secret? Blinking slightly, she didn’t notice she had been lead into a small building---a building that was decorated to a particular photo shoot. There was a white background, with bright lights and a lavishly decorated bed, with red satin linens and huge pillows. Holy cow…

“So uhh..,” Reira said, awkwardly. Jody laughed. “Run along into that room there and let the girls help you dress up,” he said with a smirk.

Okay, easy enough. Reira walked into the separate room, which reminded her of an over sized closet and she was mauled. Why was she even here? Oh right, because she sorta, kinda, wanted to see what would happen if she actually did good. ANND what’s the worse that could happen? Several assistants stripped her and dressed her in matching, sleek black lingerie. The complete set, with garters and a white feather boa to wrap around her arms. Then they make-uped her face. OKAY, she felt violated and very naked!! She had no idea what Matrim would think about this, but it was too late to go back now.

Jody gave a low, impressed whistle.

“My my, you just rock the sexy, seductive look!”

HAHAHA, Reira almost died inside!

Reira wasn’t sure to take offence, or what, but she just smiled….um yeah. Jody then began to give her instructions, which she tried to follow to the best of her abilities. Climbing onto the bed, she stood up on her knees and hooked one of her thumbs under the fabric of the panties they made her wear, the other arm hung loose at her side. Her hair was positioned in a very ‘wild’ way. Parting her lips slightly and staring that bitch down, Jody snapped the picture. More followed and more…

Wow a lingerie model…hahaha I could have fun with this!

[Travis]

OOC: Lulz

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..

[Masaru]

Masaru walked silently to the Modeling agency building. He didn't know why he was going there. He saw a flyer and thought it would help him fit in... But this whole thing seemed stupid. Why would they want some random high school student to be a model for them. He walked into the building.

Once again Masaru found himself a prisoner of his own memory. Flashing back to the past yet again. It was his first day in America, and his first day going to a real school. Some people seemed nice on the outside, but Masaru found himself in constant fights with anyone who didn't like the way he looked at them. Oh, his fists will never be clean from the stench of blood.

He walked into the Building, and was abruptly assulted by one of the workers, who wore glasses, and seemed to be wearing a very anime-like costume.

"Are you here for the modelling position?"

At first, Masaru thought about turning away and leaving, but he changed his mind. Perhaps this could be an interesting experience.

"Yes..."

The man, slightly taken aback by Masaru's responce, hesistated for a moment. Then he looked at him one more time, then all the hesitation seemed to leave his facial expression. Expressions... To Masaru the man looked like a mix of many images, different in many ways. He then explained to Masaru.

"Well you see, I run the head of the Cosplay department here, and you happen to look very much like Kaname Kuran from Vampire Knight. I would like to take some pics of you as front of our Cosplay Magazine. Please, follow me."

The man hurried Masaru to a separate location within the building, and handed him a suit.


"If you would please put these on, today we will just have you posing in this outfit. If you would like to come again, I am sure we could give you a permanent job here, with good pay!"

After a while, Masaru was finished and hurried out of the building, apologizing to the man and saying there was very little chance he would ever go into the building again. He found the whole thing useless, for he had no need of money, and he would rather be doing something productive. The man, still insisting he should come again, gave Masaru a pic to remember the whole thing.

Masaru walked out of the building, and hurried home, some pictures of himself as a different person in his hands.

[David Blaze]

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.

[Alexis Green]

Alexis was blaring Faggot in her little, green punch buggy. Olivia was in the passenger seat with her hands stuck over her eyes. Alexis smiled pulling the E brake and making a slide while turning.

“Cheer Up Livi!” all Olivia could do was shake her head quickly and continue to keep her eyes off the road, or her sister’s crazy driving. “LAME!” Alexis yelled over the music while laughing. She was going over the speed limit, just because it made Olivia squirm. She had to loosen up.

“Slow down!”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Alexis snapped.

“Sorry sorry sorry…” Alexis’ hand shot up to her ear with a look of mock confusion.

“Sorry? I didn’t hear you the first time..” yeah it was mean of her for making fun of Olivia’s OCD, but it was just too easy. Alexis parked the car and got out. She was planning on shopping and she had to bring Olivia, ‘cause Olivia was convinced someone was going to break into their condo and steal her. In turn Alexis scared her shitless by crazy driving and loud, obnoxious music. Also, Olivia just got her cast off, so she was pretty insistent on walking around without it on.

There was a woman staring at Alexis, then her eyes shifted to Olivia who was still getting out of the car.

“What the fuck are you staring at?” the woman’s eyes shot back at Alexis and looked like she head hesitation, but shook it off and answered Alexis’ question.

“Are you from Moral Crest High?”

Olivia came in and answered the woman with a nod, though Alexis had no intentions of telling, but Olivia was brutally honest.

“Good, I was looking for some models for a photo shoot, and they need to be from the school…It is a project I am on, but you two are just what I am looking for. You have that edge.” Olivia looked away and was about to walk the other direction, but Alexis stopped her.

“Do we get paid?” the woman nodded and Alexis’ eyes shifted to her twin. “You’re not going anywhere. I need my other half.” Olivia, of course, was trying to put up a fight. She couldn’t stand taking pictures because she was so damn self conscious.

“I do not look appealing… I don’t want to.” Livi received a glare from Alexis once those words formed from her mouth.

“So I am not appealing, Livi? That is basically what you said, because we are identical twins…” Olivia shook her head and apologized like usual, push over. Lexie took Livi’s hand in hers and they followed the woman down the street and into a building. There was rack of clothing and lights off the wazoo set up. Well, hopefully some of those clothes would fit Alexis or better yet, hopefully they will fit Olivia’s anorexic ass.

“Put these on… then after you will be putting these on, then next will be these. After each set of clothes you will be put into hair and makeup.” just like that they were both handed a pile of clothes and accessories and pushed into a changing room. A shared changing room! Yuck!

“Can you not look?”

“I’m sure you look exactly like me.. And it is not like I’m gonna check my own sister out, dip shit.” Olivia nodded and began to change as Alexis did the same. After they were all done and ready with their outfit, many people got to work on their ace and hair. Olivia was having a hard time having all this physical contact, but at least they didn’t have to tell her to stop fidgeting, she looked like a mannequin. Then that was over and

*Snap*



It was a cute picture… A little blah, but anyway the had to change again and quickly.

*Snap*



It was an interesting picture… They looked older than they really were.. But they also had barely any time to look at it and instantly they were shoved right back into the dressing room for their next shoot. They had their faces cleaned and hair re done then…

*Snap*



They were each given some cash for the shoot and also a copy of each photo each. Olivia sort of tossed the to the side when they got into the car, and Alexis smiled looking at them “Now I know you can be hot, but you are just too lazy to do anything about it.” she started up her engine and smiled at Livi once more before she pulled out of the parking spot. “Admit it you had fun.”

“Okay a little…” Alexis smiled at her sister and held up a card.

"Good 'cause there is a job involement!" what can she say? Easy money to look good! YUSH!

[Ryuu]

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.

[seishounohana]

It was a normal school day.

Emily was right by the walls of the school, yet again. Why? She was waiting, still -- for that one german guy whom she had missed so much over the past few months. Her feelings were still there, though she could feel that they weren't as "bad" as they were before. Yet, she was far from getting over him.

School and other such related matters did their part in filling that gap, and work did it's fortunate contribution to Emily's attempt at letting her worries be kept in check. After half an hour of waiting again, Emily decided to take a walk around campus. That was when God decided to play a game with her again, as always.

"[God dammit, the girls around this god-forsaken school are pretty... but they don't have what I'm looking for!]" Snapped a middle-aged woman, as she basically threw a magazine across the hallway. Several students caught this, but decided to leave the woman alone. One reason was that she spoke nihonggo; a language many people in school were not so acquainted with. Emily understood what the woman said well and more or less concerned. A woman her age shouldn't be so angry. Hypertension was a bad thing.

She approached the woman cautiously, touching her by the shoulder. "[Um, ma'am? Is everything okay?]"

"[No! Everything is not o-- ... kay...]" The woman looked at her in a momentary fit of anger but once she had a good look, her face became a little calmer. "[... How old are you?]"

Emily took a step back. "[Fi-Fifteen.]"

"[You a half?]"

"[Half what?]"

"[Japanese.]"

Emily shook her head. "[N-no. I'm... a mix of here and there.]"

"[Got asian blood? You look like you do.]"

"[... Um... I believe so. A bit of Chinese and--]" The woman nodded and suddenly grabbed her by the wrist. Her face was suddenly very ecstatic and lead her outside the building. "[Ma'am! I have class in ten--]"

"[Don't worry about a thing! The Agency'll send your professor a note.]"

Emily blinked, "[Agency?!]"

"[You my dear, are perfect. Absolutely beautiful but nothing sultry. Do you know how rare your kind are?!]" Emily blinked. Was she some sort of endangered animal!? ""

"[Ca-can't it be someone else?]"

"[Absolutely not. I'll pay you $500 for a few shots, and I'll let you keep the clothes you wear for the shoot. I promise, they're worth a keep.]" The woman assured her as they approached a room they had borrowed from the school's art building. There were lights and cameras... a few props... wow, they were pretty well funded to stage something like this. "Like Japanese fashion?"

"I... I'm a fan of it." Nodding, the woman clapped her hands and pointed to Emily. A couple of girls came over.

"What's your name?"

"... Emily, Ma'am."

"I needa bit more than that, dear. Your WHOLE name."

"... Sacricia Emily Lourdes E. Delos Santos." The woman blinked and shrugged, mentioning her to the girls to be taken over to the dressing rooms to be fixed up.

"Dye... Emily's... hair dark brown, and give her light make up."

"Yes Ma'am!"

---

An hour later, and Emily came out. The make-up artists were quite happy with Emily, as she was cooperative and even gave her input. It seemed as if Emily had a future in modeling, at least. "BEAUTIFUL. PERFECT." The woman said, rushing around. "Get her to the cameras! Quick!"

Before Emily knew it, lights were flashing around her. The photographer was a rather gentle man with a great sense of lighting. Emily was an artist, so she knew that sort of thing. She first wore a summer dress, then wore a winter-type sort of attire. It was basically a very beautiful set of clothing, and if she was really promised to be able to keep these, then the effort was probably worth it.

---

The girl came home tired. She missed half a day of school, but a new set of clothing, $500 dollars and a few pictures were quite worth it. Interestingly, Emily was also given a new job. Splendid.




She felt a bit of confidence coming onto her, as she never really thought of herself as pretty at all.

[Vespyr]

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]

[Steve]

It was a normal day for Steven, his classes were going well. Talking to his teacher about his grade he was confident that he was going to be able to maintain his 4.0 average. He was planning to graduate as Valedictorian. He didn't think it would be to hard considering how often most people seemed to skip class. That wasn't Steven's style, where a lot of people wanted to fight the system or the teachers, he accepted it. School was for learning, and if you didn't step out of line where anyone could catch you, then you don't get in trouble. Punishment was a reward for recklessness.

He walked through the halls, his shoulder bag slung over his right shoulder when he finally took notice of the posters that were plastered around the school. He almost snorted when he saw what they said. They were looking for models and were having a photo shoot. He was going to dismiss it before he saw that they were paying $500. He wasn't a greedy man, but he also wasn't a rich man, and while he was almost certain he wouldn't be what they were looking for. The idea of getting paid for showing up was appealing.

He showed up at the room mentioned in the poster when the line was short, not for getting there early, but he suspected that it was close to the end of the line left. There had probably been a mad rush to become a famous model or something.

"Next!" The voice from inside called, Steven entered the room, setting down his book bag on the chair by the door. He stood awkwardly in the room while the lady behind the desk looked him over. Pursed lips as she noted the glasses on his face, something he was a little self conscious about, even though he thought he looked ok with them, but he had no delusions about being a model, despite being here for a model shoot.

"Hmmmm" She said tapping her lips the eraser of the pencil. "Alright, I think we might be able to use you. I am seeing Khakis and a sweater vest. Go with that whole intellectual look you got going. The hair is a bit of a problem though. Green hair doesn't really go with the feel though." She said with a small frown. "However, lets give it a shot, if the pictures turn out well I think the contrast of the rebelliousness of the green hair with the conservativeness of the intellectual look will look good on you."

He was to dumbstruck to speak, he couldn't believe that she was actually going to use him. Sure enough in moments he was dressed in a conservative outfit posing with a book like he was reading. He suspected it was going to be some back to school thing or something for next year. When the shoot was done he changed back in to his normal clothing, which actually wasn't to different from what they had him in, and went back on his way. Only $500 richer.

[Pine]

Pine went to see what all the commotion was about. Several people had been hounding around posters all morning and it was finally starting to catch the boys interest. Curiosity was beginning to take over the mind, a hunger began to grow. What could be so interesting that it had all these students attention? Was it time for class elections? Were they having a school dance or something? So many possibilities and yet only one logical course of action. Read the poster that had everyone buzzing with excitement.

Moving through a small crowd, gently shoving people out of the way, the boy made it to the poster. It was a pretty poster, with nice vibrant letters, a nice background and even a cute girl. The poster stated that a modeling agency was looking for fresh new talent and for a modest fee (modest my ass) you could have your pictures taken.

~What an interesting concept...modeling...sounds kinda like fun what do you guys think?~ The shield asked the sword and the little voice.

~Sounds kinda gay to me.~ Replied the little voice with a playful laugh.

~I agree with the voice. It does sound rather gay. Though, they also promise future employment opportunities for people who apply. Let's face it boys, we need a legitimate job.~ Replied the sword in a manner foreign to him.

Pine had money. Being one of the last members of a now dead gang had it's kicks. For starters all that stashed away money fell to him and the remaining members. Out of the original 50 members there was now approximately 15 left alive and only one not incarcerated. Yet being the highest member left alive it fell to Pine to liquidate the gang assets. After that was done he split the sum into 15 and distributed it between the living members equally. Yet, Pine needed a steady source of income if he was to stay below the radar on spending. This provided an excellent opportunity to do so.

Moving through the halls it took Pine almost no time at all to find the location. It of course helped that there was a line up of excited people doing make up and chatting outside the door. Putting in his ear buds Pine attempted to drown out all the noise and make it through this without needing to kill anyone.

It took a while before it was Pine's turn to show what he was made of. There was a nice attendant who asked him to fill out some forms before he was told to enter and meet the staff.

"Name kid?" Asked the agent on duty. He was a tall man with a medium build. Pine liked his pin stripe suit; however, it was pretty clear this man needed to learn some manners.

"Pinefresh Treefellow" Pine replied sharply.

"Kid...Don't screw with me...Your real name?" The agent said clearly aggitated.

"My parents were hippies that is my real name." Pine replied matching the aggitation.

"Oh...well...Take off your shirt and get in front of the camera we'll do a couple head and torso shots before we figure out what to do with you." The agent said suddenly not so angry anymore. It seemed he was a little more embarassed by what had transpired than he was angry at being here.

Pine took off his shirt and focused on the photographer. She was probably about as tall as Pine and looked like a model herself.

"Hmmm...That hair and scar give him a bit of a tough guy look, he has a nice form you take good care of yourself." She inquired as she tinkered with her camera.

"Nothing better to do...I work out probably 3-5 times a day six days a week." Pine said in a cool manner.

"You use supplements then?" She asked and focused the camera in on the boy.

"A few." He replied.

"How big are your arms?" She asked with her eyes now fully on Pine.

"Around 21 to 22 inches." Pine said as he flexed his right arm.

"Alright, we're going to use you for a health magazine. They are always looking for fresh young faces to model products they want to gear to the younger generation." The woman said as she stepped behind the camera.

"Sounds good." Pine said with a smirk.

Pine was then told to turn to the side and face the camera. The photographer lined up the shot and Pine was instantly blinded by the flash.



After what had to have been another 20 minutes of pictures which destroyed Pine's retinas he was thanked and sent on his way. Pine wasn't sure what to do now besides somehow make his way to the library and take a nap so his eyes could regenerate. Though all the spots that were clouding his vision made that quite a difficult task.