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Post by .:{Alexia Troye}:. on Aug 3, 2006 20:15:34 GMT
Her long brunette hair was tied into a thick ponytail draping down her back by a silken pink ribbon. The thick waves fluttered as she walked, and Alexia tilted her head to the side to remove the longer bangs from her sharp hazel eyes. Her lips were painted and lined with a perfect crimson, setting off the depth and darkness of her eyes, and she had a sleek blue shadowing and lining her dark eyes. She really knew how to play up her physical attributes, and the skill and practice of her brush showed on her own face.
Alex swung open the door to the large agency and stepped inside. It had been a week after her hiring, the decision being made by some minor worker or something, but not the head-honcho. Today, she was here to meet the one and only owner of such a joint, and she'd truly dressed the part. Alexia knew the ropes, having modeled back in New York for quite a few years before making her way here. She wouldn't even have minded doing a few shoots again either, but it just wasn't the money she'd make as a top makeup artist.
Reaching the counter, she propped one elbow onto the counter, and pay her other forearm down on it, showing off a gorgeous ruby and diamond band and perfectly manicured fingernails. Smiling to the receptionist, her head cocked slightly to one side. Hi, I'm Alexia, here to meet the owner? I'm the new Makeup Wiz around here...
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Post by C A S S I D Y ford xx on Aug 3, 2006 20:49:00 GMT
x.// THIS IS THE LIFE
The receptionist watched as the doors were opened and a brunette girl walked in, she smiled politely back to her, and nodded, picking up a phone and pressing her finger down on one button, which had Ms. Ford, typed next to it. That was the number to cassidy. Cassidy Ford was the owner of this large modelling agency, with many photographers, models and make up artists running around through different shoots and different rooms, she liked to take refuge in her large, pink and black, diamond encrusted office. My, my, was her office something to be proud of, with her favorite pictures of herself from different shoots up on the wall, and a beautiful plack and hot pink computer storing all of the models shoots on it, placed right on her desk, were she sat at the moment.
Cassidy was slightly taken by suprise as the ringing of her telephone was sounded. She raised her eyes brows, stopping checking through the most recent shoot of a fifteen year old girl named Analua. She was from Africa, and such a stunner. Cassidy's mellow tones souned to the receptionist, giving clear instrustions that she'd be out to greet Miss. Troya in a moment.
And she did, she stood up, and straightened down her tight black dress, the pencil skirt only running to her knees showing off tanned long-ish legs, and the newly died bright blond hair shining magnificently, contrasing perfectly against the black of her outfit. She smiled as she opened the door, walking into the main reception, receiving a few looks from the wannabe supermodels who were all gossiping in the lounge in between shoots.
"Hi. You must be Alexia? If you'd like to follow me into my office and I can just check over all your details. Um ... did you bring a portfolio of the work you've done before, so I can take a look through, make sure your exactly what we wanted, or am I going to need a volunteer from this afternoon's shoot?"
Cassidy said politely, in her husky voice. She was always describe as having a girly, yet sexual voice that was capable of turning on both men, women, boys and girls alike. She was beautiful, and she knew she was, and man, did she know exactly how to use it.
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Post by .:{Alexia Troye}:. on Aug 4, 2006 14:00:26 GMT
After looking quickly over the nicely-dressed receptionist once more, Alexia smiled politely and turned around, her filmy red shirt creasing itself an inch or so above the low beltline of her jeans. Taking the few steps towards the chairs sitting prim and proper against the far wall of the little waiting area, she turned to sit down. Before she'd even turned fully back to take a seat and wait for what she'd thought would be an incredible amount of time to speak with the owner, her dark eyes happened to look up and meet those of a tall blonde who'd just entered the room. It took Alex one look at the faces of the other girls huddled together in a corner, and the quiet hush that passed through the room to tell her that this was whom she was looking for.
Straightening herself back up and clearing her throat, Alexia put on her most charming smile as she casually glanced over the woman before her. She had blonde waves and bright, clear blue eyes. Just as Alex thought she herself was a stunner, this woman before her seemed to match her own beauty. Frankly, she felt almost like a mirror to the woman! Her brunette to her blonde, and her eyes were hazel while this woman's were a crisp blue, but they both stood near the same height, wore the latest style clothing, exact same body proportions, slim waist and nice chest but not too dramatic...-- She liked her just by looking at her. Extending a hand out her way, Al listened to the woman introduce herself and grasped her hand, warm but not clammy, which was good. It's very nice to meet you. Yes, I'm Alexia, and considering this is my first cosmetic job, I don't have an actual portfolio, unless you count my face! -- I work best on people naturally, if you have someone you'd like fixed up?
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Post by C A S S I D Y ford xx on Aug 5, 2006 14:48:08 GMT
x.// DAYS GO BY AND IM STILL ALONE
Well, Cassidy couldn't argue. The face of this girl was definately a picture. In Cassidy's mind, Alexia's face portrayed exactly the sort of skill that the modelling agency loved. Cassidy nodded, gripping her telephone and calling the make up room. After a few minutes of conversation, Cassidy smiled and placed down the phone looking to Miss. troye. She smiled and stood up, opening a door which led to a long slim corridor, with pictures of models past and present on the walls.
"Well, there's a modelling shoot going on this afternoon, and basically, it's for an awareness scheme. About the affects of drink and drugs when it comes to younger people. This'll be a task, but, basically, we need them to look bruised, with make up smudges all over them, the clothes department are going to huge proportions to sort out these torn clothes and things. So, you should have fun. The colleugues you'll be working with are Emma and Louise. They'll show you around the make up room, tell you exactly what items to use and all sorts like that."
Cassidy made a turn and walked into another room, these doors were huge double doors, which led into a massive studio. Well, fairly big anyway. There was a green screen up behind the stage, which was also covered in a green screen, the photographer would upload an image onto this and make it seem as if they were somewhere else. The cutting was suberb, therefore, the models actually did look as if they were somewhere else.
"Now Alexia, i'll be watching how you do, and we'll be taking some simple polaroids for the basis of your portfolio ... now ..."
once more, Cassidy took a diversion into a narrow, yet long room, one wall coated with mirrors, and a table running along also, with many types of makeup, and then, 6 chairs along, only 3 filled with the models. Two of the make up artists Emma and Louise, had already started on the girls. They spoke in girly, lovely, kind natured voices, and took turns to kiss Alexia's cheek to welcome her to their little crew, and then they started talking to her to tell her about what she was going to be doing.
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Post by .:{Alexia Troye}:. on Aug 5, 2006 20:35:30 GMT
Alexia followed closely behind Ms. Ford as she made all her sharp turns and weaved in and out of a bunch of large double doors. There was a lot of nodding her approval, though she felt able to do little more than that, and was even relatively distracted still as she tried focusing on all of the modeling portaits and array of photoshoots hung upon most of the walls. A few of the models photographd just stood out of their shots by their made-up eyes or revealing clothing, though most were elegant or casually dressed, with natural coloring or slight enhancement to their natural beauty.
So far Alex was very impressed, looking over all the portraits and everything, nd nearly kept going straight down the final hallway after staring at the greenscreens from the room before. Catching herself, she did a quick turn and caught back up to Ms. Ford. As soon as she'd entered the long room, her eyes widened and her manicured hands clapped together in excitement. Her bright hazel eyes grew wider with her admiration of the mass quantities and quality of the makeup before her. OH, MY, GOD! This is the best room EVER!...
Before she'd even taken two steps towards the rows of makeup trays, Alex was stopped by the bunch of women who had turned to face her as she entered. She flushed as they kissed her cheek and was pulled away by the small huddle, surrounded by the encouragement and greetings of the ladies. Looking back over her shoulder, Alexia sent a questioning look at Ms. Ford, wondering if she should try to excuse herself and go back to her, or let herself fall into the flow of the makeup artists already taking her into their clique...
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Post by C A S S I D Y ford xx on Aug 8, 2006 11:03:23 GMT
x.// TWISTED LITTLE BITCH
She laughed slightly and simply shook her head. She wasn't going to get any help from her right now. Smiling she wrote down some notes. Soon, the make up artists had Alexia making over a girl, making her look bloodied and battered. Being a make up artist didn't just mean putting mascara and lip gloss onto girls, it meant being a proper artist. Using somebody's body as a blank canvas, having the ability and freedom to do what you want.
It was fun being a model, and anything to do with a model, because well, it was something where you could do anything and get away with it, and have outrageous fun, in whichever part of the web you were in.
Three hours later, the shot was complete, and the models were changed and ready to go home. Louise and Emma had gone and Alexia and Cassidy were left, Cassidy smiled.
"You did good."
Cassidy said smiling, tilting her head to the side at Alexia in the make up room.
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Post by .:{Alexia Troye}:. on Aug 8, 2006 13:53:33 GMT
The girls were fabulous, always entertaining and constantly sharing their own stories and humiliations and everything throughout the entire shoot. They were also running around and getting an incredible amount of work done at the same time, which was where Alexia made a mental note of what she had to work on. Multi-tasking and keeping everything in order, at the same time as being so personable was a new route for her to learn, and it was difficult to keep up with these trained artists, though she sincerely tried. Her mind just boggled with the intensity of it all, but taking one look at the models as they cleaned up and casually watched the shoot going on through the connecting double doors, Alex felt such a surge of pride that she ended up smiling to herself.
She remained after the others had gone home after the shoot, hanging around and watching a little more of the goings-on of the elaborate studio. Alex was propped up with arms crossed against a wall not too far away from the view of the 'green room'. She turned around when she heard her voice, knowing she'd been here somewhere, but wasn't sure where, until now. The compliment from Miss Ford brought another smile of pride and accomplishment to her face, crinkling her eyes up in the corners just slightly. Alexia pushed her shoulder off the wall and dropped her arms, making her way across the room to the other woman. Holding out her hand with a smile, she made the business-like gesture of thanks. Thank you SO much for the opportunity today. I've never done anything like this, and I'm not gonna lie, it was a lot of work, but I had so much fun, too. And your girls are FABulous! Thank you; really...
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Post by C A S S I D Y ford xx on Aug 8, 2006 14:13:17 GMT
x.// WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS
Cassidy smiled and looked around, the day was ocming to a close really now, and it was 8 pm in the evening. She sighed, shaking her head lightly, her curls bouncing and spreading out. Laughing she nodded. Modelling and everything to do with it was hard work, everyone was always rushing a lot.
Sighing she took Alexia's hand and shook it lightly, tilting her head to the side.
"Well, you'll be having a lot more days like this Im afraid. Everyday. I'm definately oging to hire you, so if you'd like to come back to my office with me, we can get your deets down yes?"
Cassidy said, exitting the room turning the lights off behind her, nodding to the photographer who was packing up his equipment.
soon the girls approached the office, and cassidy opened the door, walking inside and walking to one of her many black and pink cabinets, opening a drawer which read Make-Up. she took out some sheets which were wrapped in a loose cellaphane. Opening it up, shegave Alexia a pen, hinting for Alexia to sit down whilst she filled out the sheets. Average questions, Name, Age, DOB, Address. Also, enclosed was a black little file, for picturesof Alexia's work to go into.
"That'll have every project you've ever done in there. All photos."
Cassidy smiled and tilted her head to the side, turning on her table lamps and with the switch of a button, turning on a range of lights around the room.
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Post by .:{Alexia Troye}:. on Aug 8, 2006 14:32:04 GMT
Alexia smiled back at her, though the encroaching evening hours were wearing on her now. She had to chuckle softly with the comment about the hard work, and nodded in agreement. I definitely see that now. I mean, I knew modelling was hard work, but I hadn't experienced this before. Now I think everything around here is hard work! I love it though, and am definitely taking you up on that offer!! Thank you!!
She followed Miss Ford towards the door, and turned with her gaze to the photog, smiling shyly herself a close-lipped grin. Alex sighed softly, blowing her bangs up over closed eyes as she followed the clicking heels of the woman in front of her. Passing through another large door, they entered a large pink and black room, which had Alexia looking around for a few minutes, checking out the designs and photos of the woman. She hadn't been paying much attention as Miss Ford got out the paperwork needed and everything, and sat down quickly as she caught the hint for her to do so. She grabbed at the pen set in front of her, fumbling to pick it up off the desk for a second and mumbling. Acrylics. Look nice, TOTALLY a pain in the ass. OOP! Err...rear end. Smirking sheepishly, Alexia grimaced and got to work quickly on the easy information on the deet.
Looking back up when she'd finished, her handwriting in a lovely script with miniature heart dotting her 'i's in a most tacky manner, she slid them back across the desk to Miss Ford. Just a question. What should I call you since you're my boss now? Alex smiled slightly and watched her, waiting quietly for an answer as she folded her hands into the crease of the pink cushioned chair.
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Post by C A S S I D Y ford xx on Aug 8, 2006 19:44:14 GMT
x.// BABY ONE MORE TIME
Cassidy smiled at the pretty woman ahead of her. She looked like a little porcelain doll in Cassidy's eyes. She was pretty enough to be a model, but, it wasn't just looks that went into modelling. You had to act too. You had to act in front of the camera. You can't just 'be yourself' like so many say. Even when you're doing a normal fact file pic, your have to present yourself.
Cassidy smiled, taking the papers back from Alexia and laughing before grabbing the girls fingers to examine her acrylic nails. She was a fan of false nails as well, actually, she was a fan of false everything. Her grip wasn't tight, but light and gentle, not overpowering. She smiled, liking Alexia's nails.
"They're lovely."
She smiled, tilting her head to the side softly, andcatching Alex's last question she laughed.
"Baby if you call me Ms. Ford i'll fuckin' strangle you. ... Yeh, just call me Cassidy."
She said laughing.
It annoyed her when everyone called her; Ms. Ford, or Miss. ford. That was her name yes, but, not her first name. She preferred it to be a lot more friendly and relaxed, so insisted on her collegues calling her Cass' or Cassidy. but Cass' only cameif you REALLY knew her.
But something told her that herself and Alexia were gonna be pretty good friends ... maybe even best of friends. Who could tell really. But she was lovely, and they'd had a ball today.
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Post by .:{Alexia Troye}:. on Aug 9, 2006 2:49:55 GMT
She smiled up at the blonde woman who was inspecting her acrylics, simple and feminine with their white tips and clear base. Wiggling them between her light grasp, she sighed as she looked at them critically herself as well. Then she took note of the other woman's acrylics and her eyebrows rose with a soft exclamation. Yea, but yours are WAY better!
Alexia flipped over her hand to hold Miss Ford's on top now, tilting them around in the light to look at them more closely. She let go and sat back in the chair, propping an elbow up onto the arm and letting her fingers dangle loosely. She crossed her thin legs and let the heels of her shoes gap out off of her heel. With Cassidy's comment, Alex had to laugh and bent forward again slightly, with an eyebrow raised and her painted lips twitching off to one side. Oh, I like you. You're fun. You can call me super excited to be working with you! Now, let's go grab a coffee.
She wasn't about to move yet, but shifted in the comfy chair and kept her hazel eyes on Cassidy's. Alexia felt something tugging at her inside, a pull you feel towards someone you're instantly drawn to. Not in a perverse kind of way, but the knot you feel when you want to really figure someone out and be around them. She seemed fun, and their common interests still had a vast expanse of untapped potential, and Alex wanted to know more.
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Post by C A S S I D Y ford xx on Aug 9, 2006 10:02:22 GMT
x.// DOLLED UP INFANT
Her eyes scanned over Alexia's and she smiled brightly, tilting er head to the side, and then looking around her office. She looked at her own acrylics. She was going to have to get some new ones done soon, these were looking a little old to her.
Cassidy was one of these girls who had been immune to high heels and false nails, and make up since she was knee high. She'd always been the girly girl, things just. ... halted when her parents died, and halted even more when her sister died.
Amy had always wanted to be a model with her big sister. She died from an unknown illness twu years back, something Cassidy never got over. She'd gone into labor a few months after, given birth to a still born child.
Something else to haunt her dreams.
"I don't do coffee so good."
Cassidy smiled slightly. To be honest. She hated coffee. Starbucks was another of Amy's hideouts, buying mochalattes or frapphuchino's by the dozen. Cassidy blamed herself for everything that had ever happened.
"I'm the sort of girl that does vodka better. Sometimes even Jack Daniels is on the menu."
She said smiling, taking a couple of bottles of alcohol from her drawer. Followed by a bottle of coca cola. JD and coke was gorgeous, and who in the WORLD hadn't had Vodka and coke?
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Post by .:{Alexia Troye}:. on Aug 9, 2006 13:52:30 GMT
It was lucky that she hadn't moved, seeing how badly Cassidy stalled over the coffee topic. Alexia couldn't help but look at her questioningly, but the introduction of alcohol quickly brought a change of topic. A mischievous gleam hit the centers of her eyes as she watched the woman sitting across from her now. There was a pause for a few seconds as she studied her, wondering to herself if this was for-real. Now you're speaking my language! C'mon though. You've been prim and proper too long now. Just...grab a bottle and tip it back!
Alexia wasn't a bad girl, but she hadn't been too innocent to a few years now. Sure, she'd slept with some guys she didn't care about at a few points, drank a bit too heavily too often and whatnot, but she turned out okay, right? She couldn't help but laugh as she sat there across from Cassidy, who didn't know any of this about her and probably assumed her to be wealthy and properly brought-up. She reached onto the desk and dragged both bottles towards her, unscrewing first the top on the vodka, then the Jack Daniels followed. Her eyes sparkled as she looked back up at the woman, holding out both hands and both bottles to her across the desk, looking expectantly at her. Come on, I KNOW you wanna let loose a little...
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Post by C A S S I D Y ford xx on Aug 9, 2006 16:52:09 GMT
x.// WHIP ME IF I MISBEHAVE
She smiled at Alexia's words, and gripped the bottle she first saw. The vodka bottle, she wrapped her lips around the opening and let the sour liquid burn all the way down her throat, warming her stomach instantly, she smiled, pulling the bottle from her mouth, before laughing, and then moving straight onto the JAck Daniels, taking it and swallowing a good few cl's of it. She took the bottle of coke and shoved it back under her desk before walking over to her bright pink couch and sitting down, crossing her legs, the bottle of Jack Daniel's still in her hands.
"You're just a bad girl Alexia Troye."
Cassidy said laughing, tainted lips pouting playfully, before wrapping around the bottle again. She could hear the last person leaving the building, turning the main enterance lights off. So Alex and Cassidy were the only ones in thr huge agency. She smiled, winking slightly and then laughing. Tonight, she had one aim, to get as plastered as she possibly could, and have no regrets tomorrow morning. So basically, she could do anything she wanted.
"Come on Alex, let's get wasted."
She said holding the bottle up and sloucihng back on the couchi, her throat and stomach warm and her voice a little raspy, as she grabbed her bag from the coffee table, taking out her cigarettes and lightingone up, puffing o it before coughing slightly, the mixture of smoke and alcohol on the back of her throat overpowering, but effing good that was for sure. She grinned happily once more at the pretty lady ahead of her.
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Post by .:{Alexia Troye}:. on Aug 9, 2006 19:01:42 GMT
Alexia watched through excited eyes as Cassidy grabbed up one bottle and tipped it back. Clapping her hands together as she let go of the bottle of JD and left it setting on the desk, she popped out of her chair and cheered, one hand in the air and a huge smile. Woohoooo!! She bent over and grabbed up the bottle of vodka that had replaced the JD on the desk and tipped it flat back, angling it up to the ceiling. Dropping it again after a good 2-3 seconds, and letting it bump against her leg while she slung her head down and breathed out the scorching tinge in her throat. Her eyes squinted, and then she broke out in laughter as she turned to look at Cassidy doing the same as her and tipping back her bottle.
WOW...- Oh yea, once you're on your way to annihilation, there's NO going back!! She walked the few steps over to the couch where Cassidy was having her own little party and plopped down next to her, one leg curled beneath her and the other hanging to the floor. Propping an elbow onto the back of the couch, she held the bottle in her right hand and looked at her, the buzz starting to go to her head. She couldn't help but start giggling again, and leaned back against the arm of the chair with a heavy sigh, her head and long hair tipping backwards.
A few minutes passed of them being quiet aside for the laughter, and the buzz had escalated with the quickly downed alcohol in her system. Oh my goddd. We should play a game. Liiiike....20 questions!! or...or...truth or dare!!
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