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Post by lydia on Jun 11, 2011 17:12:21 GMT -5
Lydia had been given permission to come out because of good behavior. she had decided she would spend her free day modeling, what she did best. She was improving greatly in control and her knowledge of the vampire culture.
She stood in the changing room of the club with the clothing in her hands, it wasn't skimpy. It was pretty conservative but... well it hugged her figure. She pulled on the tank top and pencil skirt with a slight frown after she put on, other, items of clothing. She brushed her hand over the silk scarf on the floor and pulled it around her neck, she was here to model for a band who were trying to save this club and she was going to be modeling with their only concrete member, some lead singer. She smiled to herself and slipped out into the club, it was distinctly french.
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Post by dominus on Jun 11, 2011 17:33:47 GMT -5
Sebastien was on stage headbanging to the final bridge, parallel with his guitarist. He tensed the mike wire, releasing it and swinging it. As the solo came to an end he caught it and broke into his singing. As a frontman, he was emphatic, as a singer he was brilliant and the club was packed. The crowd roared with applause (A great feat for a small crowd) as he raised his arms to raise the roof. He thanked them and left the stage. He wasn't keen on the bandmates he had just played with, but they were good at what they did, and for him that was enough. He had spoken with his manager about the campaign for the club and, though he didn't want to, he saw that publicity shots would be good to gain support. So he walked to the back of the club, waiting for the people to clear out, and he had the patience. He scanned the group of people likely to be the model and caught a strange scent...
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Post by lydia on Jun 11, 2011 17:59:44 GMT -5
Lydia looked around the room, it was slightly dingy but she liked it. She brushed her hand over the table before her as her hairdresser and stylist approached and began brushing through it, Lydia knew it would never changed but the young woman didn't. She looked around and frowned, no cute guys. Not like she would pay them attention at all.
When she looked around she though about how Alex had let her attend this job partially as a test. She had to keep control today but she struggled desperately. She knew the weather hadn't changed yet so she was doing well. She tensed when she caught the sweet scent of another vampire and her hand tensed instead, crushing into the table but the hairdresser didn't notice as she worked on Lydia's hair, making it very wild and 'rock chick' as Lydia thought of it. When Lydia looked a tthe other outfits she smiled slightly, a corset and skirt, awesome.
When the young girl was done with Lydia's hair she waltzed smoothly over to the cloths rail as the man she was to be modeling with walked. She pulled off her clothing and slipped the corset on, she wasn't wearing a bra because she needed to be able to quickly change into things like corsets. She took a breath as the young girl who was helping her yanked the ties and sealed it.
She looked over at her manager and then pulled off her jeans and pulled on the pencil skirt, it hugged her curves tightly, that mixed with how beautiful all vampires were made her manager swoon.
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Post by dominus on Jun 11, 2011 18:14:59 GMT -5
Seb ignored the scent as he had learned to. Where most vampires hunted eachother down to fright or befriend, Sebastien Stone tended to stay where he was and carry on as normal. He picked up his Fender and amped it up. He began playing the intro to Fear of the Dark like a pro. He wasn't new to guitar, one might say. He was sat on a bar stool, absently playing. He glanced at the girl, almost certainly the model and, despite her beauty, dropped his sight back to his guitar as he continued to play. As he dropped into the first verse his feet began tapping the beat as he played. His face showed no emotion, though his eyes were etched with concentration. He liked this song, though he wouldn't sing it. He didn't have a voice suited to it. He had done covers, but he believed they didn't do the song justice.
He was dragged to make-up where they added a little more product to his hair and touched up his make-up just a little, though his clothes were fine for the shoot; An Iron Maiden t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. He got up, went to the girl and offered his hand. He naturally spoke in English to introduce himself. "Hi, I'm Seb. Nice to meet you." He allowed a rare smile to flicker across his face as an extra addition to the greeting.
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Post by lydia on Jun 11, 2011 18:43:43 GMT -5
Lydia smiled slightly as she looked at him as he began playing, she could see him through the one way glass now. He was handsome but not really the type she expected to find herself attracted to. She stood with a small smile still as they brushed make up across her face and she sighed, all of this attention. She didn't want it. She wanted to be in front of the camera. It was where she was at home, where she knew what was required of her, what to do.
When her manager told her she had five minutes she noticed the vampire approaching her and tensed a little, she took her hand and shook it responding in french (OOC:translated cause I am crap at french) "Hello, I am Lydia Jane Elise Carter-Hart. I am .. well I am the hired model today Mr Sebastien, I am sorry I do not know your last name. Shall we get ready? James will be ready to do the photographs in 3 minutes." She quickly took her hand back after a strange sensation running through it, How odd...
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Post by dominus on Jun 12, 2011 14:21:41 GMT -5
Seb nodded, but felt the strange sensation also. "Stone." He added. "My name is stone." He had ignored her scent until now. Until she had taken his hand. It was odd. He'd met other vampires before, but that had never happened. He frowned a little, retracting his hand after staring at it for a few seconds, before looking back up at her. "So, you do many shoots for bands?" He asked her. "I've gotta admit, I was surprised when Gary'd found a model. Apparently your manager's old friends with mine." He smiled at her. It was supposed to be a compliment, but he realised, with a mild and unexplained queasy feeling, that he could have insulted her, suggesting she didn't have talent or beauty. She certainly had one and had yet to see if she had the other. His body suddenly slumped in a grim understanding of the open option she'd given her. Either she'd take offence and this would be a sour hour or so. That or she'd carry on in conversation, which was dying slightly anyway.
(OOC: If you want, I can go this whole topic without putting French?)
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Post by lydia on Jun 12, 2011 15:44:40 GMT -5
Lydia frowned at him for a moment, thinking things over. She knew she couldn't talk openly about what they were and her training or her origins as what she was but she could still give it to him simply and so she did, she softly replied
"Well I used to ... I am older than I look but not by much, I have done some modeling with bands but there isn't big money in it, I haven't done much recently because of ... certain obligations I have to attend to to live here in france." her reply was still in semi fluid french but you could tell she spoke spanish and other south american language variants much better by her Brazilian accent.
She glanced at her manager who pointed out Paul, her crews photographer. She smiled and herded Sebastien into the main room where she sat on the edge of the stage, waiting for Paul to ask Seb what he wanted out of Lydia and the shoot, as usual things were hectic but running smoothly.
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Post by dominus on Jun 13, 2011 16:00:41 GMT -5
Seb noticed the hint in her accent and switched to Spanish. "Would you prefer it if we spoke like this?" He asked, fleuntly. The words rolled of his tongue naturally, as if it were no big deal. When he was herded into the room and asked what he wanted out of the shoot, he shrugged, before replying in French: "Ask Gary, not me. He's the manager, I'm just the singer." They spent a few minutes to consult and he leaned close to Lydia's ear, speaking in Spanish: "How long since you turned?" He asked, a tiny smirk on his face. Not a question he usually asked in a crowded room, but not many people here spoke Spanish, and even those that did wouldn't hear him.
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