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 Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 1:41 am
[ Backdated to April 16 or so. Noon. ]
April showers bring... the ominous clouds of May finals. It was evident in how students and teachers alike moved about. Everyone was hit with that new edge of unease, or purpose, or excuse to rush. Or excuse to postpone things as long as humanly possible, one student thought in bemused observation, noting a particularly rowdy bunch further down the room of the cafe. Well. Cafeteria, but it was the one closest to the arts wing of DCU, and she'd always held the biased view that it was thusly the eating zone given the most attention design wise. The tables seemed larger, the chairs nicer--or stools, if someone sat at a higher table along the far wall like she did--and the decor was a happy mix of various student works.
Danika tapped her pale blue sketch pencil against the rim of her sketchbook, in time with the Krewlla beats blasting through her earbuds from her cell. Fully aware she had normal homework to do on top of her seemingly never ending list of papers, projects, presentations, and reading to do before she even got to glance at most of her final projects, she was in the cafe on a mission. Skipping lunch in order to meet with a prospective model for her Menswear Design final. She was already cutting it close enough as it was, giving herself just the span of a few weeks to work on a design, get it approved by the professor, and then actually... make the outfit.
Which was more than half the reason she was willing to venture from her usual model choices. She was getting too used to their body types, how they wore some of the different fabrics she'd dabbled in in their projects together. Someone new was needed, someone to spark new ideas. So she'd posted ads around the campus and on a few local model forums, mentioned things to some of her professors. Managed to snag a bite. Set up a time to meet--his availability had made her damn near cheer--and there she sat.
She glanced to her phone again, flicking her finger across the screen to peer at the time before flicking off Pandora. Pulling out her earbuds, she tucked the wires away into her bag and scanned the lunch time crowd. The halls were slowly filling around the various entry points to the cafe as classes got out, and more students or staff gathered to grab a bite or headed off to a new class starting up shortly. She bit at her lower lip lightly, wondering not for the first time if she should have picked a less crowded time. Or maybe given more clear directions? But wasn't back wall with the high tables, under the panoramic painting of shooting stars in the industrial wasteland clear enough? Yes, it was. She was just being ridiculous, even as she glanced up at the mentioned piece she could barely see properly from her angle. It was a pretty fascinating piece, and the vibrantly colored stars against the mixed media of thin scrap metal and paint that formed the wasteland was always the first thing her eyes snagged on when she walked into the cafe. Just... had to hope it's serve as a proper sign for someone else.
Aeeth Delayed starter but here you are~ Sorry I kinda winged it with some details. I can edit anything if you'd like. I'm not sure where half this post came from so >>;
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 9:10 pm
Adrian knew his way around the campus from far too many stark experiences. What most knew as a place of learning he knew as nothing more than a charnel house - far too many calls led the blonde to the sidewalks, the auditoriums, the rooftops to clean up after peculiar and gruesome scenes both. With the bodies already gone, he knew only his directions to arrive at the location and the stench of acrid death splattered across varying surfaces.
To visit the school while it thrived with a plethora of students was a well-received balm.
Their exchange indicated that they meet within the cafeteria, a building he recognized from bloody sputum splattered on the wall coupled with a dripping pattern that pooled in blood where vertical surface met concrete. Her instructions (she sounded plenty nice over the phone, he quite liked the visual received from sound alone) indicated they meet beneath the stars. In entering, a cacophony awaited him - students all around ate, chatted, perused their computers in a clatter of nonsense against the backdrop of his thoughts. Adrian found no reason to mind it; rather, he ran a hand through his hair to part it in a more alluring fashion and carried himself marginally taller while he strode through the thick of the noise.
The bar jutting from the wall afforded room to few students, as most of the chairs beneath were relocated to various tables, allowing for several groups to expand their capacity. Adrian skirted a chair housing a particularly large man, who vociferously boasted of his skill at Dungeons and Dragons. And surely enough, once he narrowly avoided being sandwiched between two strangers pushing out their chairs at the same time, he caught sight of the peculiar painting that Danika described.
It offered stark, jutting scrap metal as its setting, marred by paint denoting stars and a lurid evening kaleidoscope spread across the horizon. Perhaps if the splattered paint hadn't mimicked blood in the thick of winter, he'd have appreciated the piece. Instead he bristled mildly before forcing himself to avert his gaze. There, he thought, as ivory eyes settled on the long brunette hair secured in a braid. that must be Danika. She's the only one sitting around that painting.
The blonde approached after she tugged the earbuds from her ears, and offered no hesitance toward her gaze. "You must be Danika," he began as his hand perched atop the back of her chair. "Adrian Frost, here to make all your clothes look irresistible."Kaefaux looks good to me! sorry if i fumble a bit, rusty on his character
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 11:28 pm
Lips pursed away from worrying teeth, brow quirked up as the unease drifted away under intrigue and calculations. He was tall. Not a requirement in her personal book, but it was more room to work with, more vertical space to accent key features of the figure and drag eyes over. The moment she'd recognized someone was walking towards her, she'd ceased fidgeting, already letting her mind wander down the business track if this was, in fact, Adrian. He certainly wasn't lacking in the looks. Pale pallet. Even paler eyes. The bold eye contact was an instant plus, if only because that was a requirement for her. Mice were sweet, but she wasn't looking for someone she'd have to wear kid gloves around right now. With her timing, it was going to be a hit the ground project on her part.
If a model wanted to keep their skin in tact with her around on this one, she was going to need someone who could snap back at a woman carrying sharp objects.
"You're right on the first. Mistaken on the second. My clothes are already irresistible--you'll have to shoot for higher." But her lips were tugged up at one corner as she flicked the challenge to his court. Even with his hand on the back of her chair she straightened as she offered her hand. "Thank you for agreeing to meet, Adrian. You've got some high recommendations under your belt." Which was a feat in and of itself with some of the students in the departments, she'd be the first to admit. The fashion industry wasn't a kind place--and the catty behavior started earlier than just college programs.
Motioning to the second chair--unless he'd rather stand, but manners were manners on her part--she didn't hid it for a second as she flicked her gaze down his form. "I'll start this easy: if you could buy an outfit of any style, any theme, any era, under the sun or not, what would it be?" Fiery eyes moved back to ivory, waiting. Watching. Clothing was a statement of the individual wearing it as much as it was of the designer. Even the every day mundane didn't have to be as such.
Besides. Why waste a face and figure like that in average clothes? Not worth the effort at this point in her game.
Aeeth No qualms here with the writing! <3
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 5:16 pm
"Oh," he returned in theatrical tones, eyebrow quirked in intrigue. He smiled crookedly. "Aren't you a witty one? I like that." No stranger to formality, Adrian shook her hand firmly before he seated himself on the opposite chair. He leaned against the counter lightly, palm offering a proper seat to the side of his jaw while he listened to his new acquaintance. Flattery always served well for him - a smile denoted as much, since even he couldn't deny it.
The girl had charm right off the bat.
"If I had to pick..." He hummed thoughtfully, fingers drumming against his cheek while he idly searched the painting for answers. Problem is, I'd look good in damn near anything. But what would I want to wear? "I'd say something like what royalty wore back in Tudor England. I could rock a king's wardrobe." He already knew how well he could pull off a skirt given his adventures as Adonis, so there was little else in the strange nuances of fashion that he hadn't tried yet. However, working with some of the fashion students at the university vastly broadened his knowledge of fashion trends and their uses in current times. And in some instances, he never dreamed of some of the creativity involved in designing an outfit.
Drumming his fingers against the counter momentarily, Adrian straightened up and leaned back in his seat to regard Danika with half-lidded eyes. "Since we're batting questions around already, why don't you tell me about your project? Do you get free reign on the design, or does your instructor have you making something with stipulations?" He knew the importance of the model being satisfied with the product they wore, and considered that such a line of thinking might've fueled her question but he knew he'd be happy to don something that wasn't Amish attire or a Hazmat suit.
For a moment, the lulling background noise of cafeteria chatter rose noticeably, due to a display offered by one Class Clown type that quickly ran awry. Adrian spared a sidelong glance, but offered little commentary on the scene. "Got anywhere quieter to go?"
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