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 Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 5:25 pm
There comes a point in which a decision must be made, you either make it or someone else does it for you. Regardless, you're stuck with the consequences. And let me tell you, after the age of eighteen things get real harsh.
A boy with no aspiration to learn signed paper; knowing that he would get lots of cash in exchange for his image, but he didn't know exactly what else he would be giving away.
A girl's father signed off his daughter to become a body guard.
Boy would meet girl, boy would try to escape from girl, boy would get reprimanded by girl, and now both boy and girl had to coexist peacefully because those signatures sold off their freedom. Now, they have two referees in their sandbox to make sure they play nice.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 5:33 pm
My List (Read It, Live By It, Love It)
Post the profiles, use my skeleton for them, and delete your post when you're told do so (I'm putting them on the Suspected Couples' List)
You read the rules, so you will use the emo emote at the end of your profile
Follow Gaia TOS as well as the guild's rules.
Literate (As in the min. is three -complete- sentences, third-person, no chat speak/use of grammar: whole shabang)
Have fun and for the young ones -- make it clean or tastefully so
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 5:35 pm
[size=10]Gaian User:
Name:
Gender:
Age: (18-26 years old)
Role: (Actor/Actress/Musician or Body Guard)
Background: Before landing the big contract, the normal life or what led them to go after stardom or at least protecting them.
Appearance: Images only[/size]
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 5:40 pm
The Boss' List Gaian User: Twisted Fate 1
Name: Rick Raver
Gender: Male
Age: 24 years old
Role: Actor
Background: Desperate for some money, and would've sold his soul -- if he could find the darn thing! So he did the next best thing, sign a contract without reading... any of it. Hey, IRC flashed a good sum of cash or monies as they said. Basically, he came from a small town in the middle of nowhere Arizona. He landed a small job, but apparently it caught the attention of Instant Ramen Corps and they snatched him before anyone else noticed he existed. Now, here he is. Rich, famous, and stuck with a bossy bodyguard while he is a tad bit carefree and independent from "the schedule" his bodyguard lives off it. So occasionally, he just escapes from his own bodyguard for some fun and she always manages to find him. Mr. Richards comes off as a care-free, irresponsible, and rather "affectionate" -- his manager so kindly puts it when he's simply a shameless flirt.
Appearance: Blake Gaian User: AlEyDrEaM
Name: Jennifer Rizal
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Role: Body Guard
Background: Jennifer was never a normal person. When she was a child her dead beat father ran with a gang who pretended to be hippies for most of their time. Because of this, she grew up in hippie clothes and it really just stayed that way. She was becoming one of the gang before she was even twelve. At the age of ten she learned to shoot a gun and would often do sniper back up for the gang as they ran raids in their gang clothes. Well, that didn't last for long and Jennifer, often refused to as Little Rizal, grew up, she became more deadly. The police almost caught her and that was when her dad finally took action. He set her up with IRC signing her over at the age of 17 with the bloody contract. Jennifer, as a minor, could do nothing about it and she respected her fathers wishes after he was put in jail. That was the start of her training to be a proper body guard. Now, she knows schedules and times like the back of her hand. She recently had been made to drag around some insolent whelp of a boy and make him mind. Unfortunately for her, or him rather, she made people mind rather forcefully. The only issue with this for her job, was she couldn't hurt him. She really wanted to fist the guy good though.
Appearance: Jennifer Rizal
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 5:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 9:49 pm
Gaian User: AlEyDrEaM
Name: Jennifer Rizal
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Role: Body Guard
Background: Jennifer was never a normal person. When she was a child her dead beat father ran with a gang who pretended to be hippies for most of their time. Because of this, she grew up in hippie clothes and it really just stayed that way. She was becoming one of the gang before she was even twelve. At the age of ten she learned to shoot a gun and would often do sniper back up for the gang as they ran raids in their gang clothes. Well, that didn't last for long and Jennifer, often refused to as Little Rizal, grew up, she became more deadly. The police almost caught her and that was when her dad finally took action. He set her up with IRC signing her over at the age of 17 with the bloody contract. Jennifer, as a minor, could do nothing about it and she respected her fathers wishes after he was put in jail. That was the start of her training to be a proper body guard. Now, she knows schedules and times like the back of her hand. She recently had been made to drag around some insolent whelp of a boy and make him mind. Unfortunately for her, or him rather, she made people mind rather forcefully. The only issue with this for her job, was she couldn't hurt him. She really wanted to fist the guy good though.
Appearance: Jennifer Rizal emo
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 7:26 pm
.: I'm changing his name on a whim :.
He gave his bodyguard the slip half an hour or so, and disappeared to the park. The overgrown boy sported obnoxious custom-made shoes of a white and shock red design, unlike his usual sleek as these were larger in the style of some skater boy's. Dark cargo pants, a white undershirt which was hidden partially by a rich scarlet sleeveless-sweater: it read 'Halfway' with some white bird underneath. Rick's lips formed a lopsided grin at the silly girl,"My, my. Who would've guessed." Purposely not elaborating on what he meant.
As though on cue, the eight-year old asked,"Guess what?" His black cap didn't fit, and hid half of her face from sight as she stood before him. Their gaze met as they were at eye-level since the full-grown man sat before her. The tomboy had her hands on either side with a goofy expression of triumph over him. Torn-up jeans, and a loud orange polo was what she wore for the impromptu meeting of her Uncle.
"Oh, nothing," he glanced away as his grin inwardly grew. Fully-knowing that Danny wouldn't let it go until he told her. Before he could be interrogated by her, Rick decided pull her to him before tickling her sides viciously until she gave in. His niece protested between fits of giggles as she tried to squirm from his grasp,"Say Uncle." A corny joke, a sign that he was starting to get old -- or so he believed he was.
"Uncle! Uncle!"
"I didn't quite hear you," he grinned as he continued before releasing her. They both fell back on the ground, laying there as they stared up at the sky. "So, tell me. Have you met a nice chap that you like?"
"Ew! Boys are gross!" The child let out as she made a face, too young to be attracted to them yet. Probably since they still believed girls had cooties, and were beyond weird.
I wish that a few years from now, you'd tell me the same, chuckling at her response,"Oh, really?" She went on to explaining why, and he nodded as he did his very best to not laugh.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 7:48 pm
Jennifer sighed and shook her head as she walked around the streets. She pushed her hand through her long red hair sliding it back out of her face. It didn't work well but it was good enough. She looked around hoping that she would spot Rick somewhere. She had an appointment they had to get to in about ten seconds and although she wasn't all up for going, she knew if they skipped it, it would be her paying for it. She glared about as people began to give her weird looks. She was walking down the main street of the city in her heavy wide jean pants that belled out from her waist down and had little clouds and birds fluttering about the legs. Her belt was one all too Gothic for the style, and her long red hair only accented the problem. She felt her colic push her hair back in her face and the scene in front of her burned red. She shook her head again and the hair fell away. She continued to glare out at the blurry street. Finally, she made her way to the park, the place she had been finding him recently. Sure enough, about half a block away from her he sat on the bench. She picked up her gun from it's holster under her pants and pulled it out. The belt gave way and slid down a bit exposing her bright orange boxers. She shot at Rick's feet. It hit the bench and bounced off somewhere, she could care less. She was going to do this her way.
Running into the park her hair finally was out of her face. It fell behind her shoulder as she held her gun at her side. She was going to chase Rick down and beat him to a pulp if she had to. She needed him to get his act together and if shooting at him was the best way, well they had to give her a gun for some reason. Birds flew from the trees as she jogged the block up to the bench and shrieked the name of her misery, "Rick! Get back to that meeting before I put a cap in your foot so you can only be wheeled around!" She was angry. This was the twelfth time, at least, that he had given her the slip and she was starting to contemplate putting a leash on the boy. It was her job to take care of him, that included meetings, food, transportation and protection. She had a feeling they didn't realize she was deadly with a gun yet. She had shot many before, even killed a guy although no one knew that. They though it was her father.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 8:19 pm
A sharp gasp was heard as the child that accompanied him squeaked at the sound of the gun shot. Virtually, she jumped up in fear before hugging him as the man glanced around for the source. Yelling his name, he soon realized the owner of the gun. At the same time, a worried mother ran up to claim his niece -- gathering her in her arms as she asked twenty questions to her daughter. "I'm sorry, I love, explain later -- gotta go," hugging the two girls he would forever love with a weak smile, and kiss on the cheek for them both. Lex had a single eyebrow raised, unsure of what sorts of friends her brother had at this point with what just happened.
"Now, love." He walked a few steps to meet up with the red-headed maniac. "Just relax," as he slung a single arm around her neck as though they were the best of mates. With a wheedling grin forming over his lips, she was a tad bit taller than him, but only because of the heel of her boots which gave her the few inches needed to surpass his own height. "Did you really need to go off shooting me, again?" Gently, Rick coaxed her to walk with him as to walk away from the scene. Innocent bystanders were quite bold as they outright gawked at the two, her for shooting, and him for reacting rather flippant about the whole matter.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 9:13 pm
She grumbled and crossed her arms shoving the gun back in the holder. She pulled her pants back up so that it covered the holder and it didn't look like she was armed again. She was use to him doing this type of thing and although it really pissed her off, she couldn't disapprove. She stared at the ground as her head was pushed down by Rick's shortness and continued to walk by him. The jean vest she had on pulled as she crossed her arms and it realized it only had so much space it could move. She had seen him with the two girls before, which is why she didn't actually shoot him. She had considered it when she aimed and she had missed on purpose. She took a deep breath and growled it out as he called her love, "You know as well as I that you call me Rizal." she snapped. She grumbled at him telling her to relax and shoved at his side annoyed with the model already. "I was hunting 'round for you for half an hour, you know that? I don't really think that It'd be in our best interest if we get 'ta that meeting any later then we've got to. Now walk faster you little pansy before I do put a cap in you. At least then I'll be blamed for something I did instead of something you were too stupid to realize!" she couldn't help it. He always seemed to get under her nerves.
Stuck beneath his arm, she grabbed his wrist and began to walk with larger strides. She wasn't going to be any later then she had to be. If it was ten minutes, they could live, if it was half an hour because Rick was walking way to slow, well then she might be the one with a cap in her. She thought about the last time she shot Rick and calmed down. A smile played across her lips and she watched the ground as they walked. It did calm her considerably and that was probably not how it was intended. "Ah, good times, good times." She laughed a little at the thought of his pained scream and closed her ears. It was like music to them. She looked around the street to see people backing away from them. They were still scared of her. She laughed a little and pulled open a door looking around inside to make sure no one else had a gun, they were good. She stepped aside for Rick to enter, "Go on in." she stated eying him as if to see where the best place to shoot him was.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 9:41 pm
The ebony-haired boy had selective hearing, and instead of listening to her short ranting; he glanced around with a smile as he waved to the strangers. As though saying,'Everything is just fine.' All of the sudden, Red began to drag him, and soon after chuckled to herself. She wasn't gentle with him in any sense.
In general, the love wasn't that bad when it came the department of looks. Just needed to fix her hair, pants that fit her, and she could very well be a knock out: however, she was completely insane. Had a habit to use force, and shoot people was a rather large turn off for Rick. Although, he had to admit he did have a thing for women who were powerful in the sense they dominated the relationship.
"Hn," he sauntered into the studio with his hands shoved into his pockets. This was how a session with Red typically left him: inwardly irritated, but appearing to be nonchalant. Jade-green eyes glanced around the room as he made a half-hearted wave to the crew,"Yo." If he recalled right, today was the shoot for Hunk Du Jour or something to that effect along with a short interview probably.
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 10:19 pm
Jennifer Rizal followed him in and examined the room for threat before making her way to the back where she checked out the other two rooms that he would end up in. She thoroughly inspected the equipment used just flashing her wallet at people who questioned her reason for being there. It had an ID that said 'Guard' on it and a lot of little print that gave her name, age, sex, and other personal information. That was why she just flashed it. She had to show it to anyone who asked her, but she didn't have to show it to them for long. As she finished inspecting one of the handbags she shut it and zipped it up standing and turning around. A man was there, he was tall and had long black hair that reached his lower back. He smiled and greeted her which she just replied with a huff and left him. He was actually the guard for the building and he annoyed the hell out of her. Going back to the main room Jennifer went to Rick's side and made it look like she had finished what she needed to do. In truth, she had, but if she made it look like she had, they wouldn't bother her to go away. Generally they liked her just as much as Rick did, which wasn't too much considering she shot him.
Crossing her arms over her chest she glared down at the group. She couldn't believe that even though they came late, they were still ahead of time to begin. It was strange and she didn't like it one bit. She looked around and ran through a list of attendees to see if anyone else was missing. She couldn't think of anyone but she had a feeling they knew that Rick and herself would be late. Jennifer sighed and ran her hand through her hair again putting her hand on her hip. Her tight white tube top complained and slipped a little as the vest held it up. She felt the ripped off sleeves continue their natrual flair and her pants lay dead against her legs. She felt gases land on her like she wasn't suppose to be there and she just glared at them harder. She tapped her foot on the floor knocking her foot to the front of her heavy boots. Her hair fell back in front of her face as she looked down at her shoes. She left it and looked back up at them with a slow shake of her head getting it out of both her eyes.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 11:02 pm
Now, that he made it. Things would become more fluid in the sense that everyone would be synchronized with one another. Few other models were being dressed, and Tai kidnapped him to do the same. Faceless strangers helped with smaller details such as make-up, touching up his hair, and generally doing their job. There were a few that he had made acquaintances with, and carried a pleasant, relaxing conversation with. The man adored his hair stylist's sense of humor, although it was slightly strange how he kept flirting with him -- he didn't mind, and Rick had the habit of playing along.
After a few minutes, he was dressed in: a snow-white, stylized, with the Armani Exchange emblem wife-beater shirt, tugging on an ebony-black polo with hoodie-- unbuttoning four of the five buttons before fixing the hood, sliding on the acid-washed, classical, but redefined boot-cut jeans that were held up with a daring design for a belt -- scarlet corona which was basically a lighter red that fell into the orange category, pair of socks before tying the laces of his predominantly midnight-black slacks that were framed with a faint white accents, and finished it off with a rich, powerful orange jacket to pull everything together. Purposely, they gave him the preppy, clean look. Small-time designers finished last second details such as pulling the hood of his polo from underneath the jacket, and things of that nature before deciding he was ready to be taken a shot at by the snaparazzi.
Red had returned, but it was time to work. Newbies were anxious, while the more experienced such as himself exuded confidence -- borderline arrogance. The model knew what he had, and was self-assured enough to flaunt it. Peers jostled him a bit with witty jokes, some cleverly disguised innuendos before they were de-briefed on what the 'artist' wanted from them.
The others, were dressed in other styles yet spontaneously tied together. Jack, or Bear as he was known for his rugged looks, sported a more outdoorsy outfit with baggy cargos and complimentary colors. Meanwhile, Damian was more of the polished and refined sort of model had a rich over coat over his sweater vest, and wore dress pants. Everyone else had become a blur as they were put work, switching models out, but never did the flashing lights end bombarding them. Fidelio, the master mind behind the camera, felt that photographs needed fluid energy and movement to bring it to life.
Then, break finally came after two hours. That was exactly how hardcore their line of work was; having to not only hold a pose, but follow their instinct and move as a group to portray the company Armani Exchange as they wanted to be which was basically -- confident, smiling, alluring, and with style. Individualism was highly prized as it made the images created more personal, and consumers could pick up on that. In a way, they were actors.
"Yo," he grinned lopsided as he put away his tinted glasses. Miraculously, they had appeared half way through their photo shoot. Rick undid the cap of his Dasani water before gulping half of its contents. His body guard never seemed to really enjoy his line of work, but that could've been because of her nature -- character, and overall demeanor. The chick was a tough, and that made quite a few of his friends uneasy; enough to keep their distance whenever she was by his side.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 5:28 am
Rizal was off to the side with the other body guards. While the models were being shot they were required to be briefed, debriefed, and trained with any up and coming, new, or bad things that happened sense the last shooting. This generally happened every day so Jennifer was no foreigner to the policy. She was often yelled at for her miscreant's misdoings. They were angry with her for showing up late today and even more pissed that she had effectively told off their little security guard. All the same, she leaned against the wall watching the flock of prey the organization owned run about. Some of the little models were clinging to their body guards, others were more then happy to mingle. Luckily for her, her's was a mingler but he mingled a little too much. It always amused her to see the body guards treat their charges like pets. It was ironic how much they actually were like them too. Rizal never thought of her own charge like that, he was annoying petulance that was too stupid to take care of himself, but the others were really much like well trained dogs. They went where they needed, did tricks like these shoots, and groveled at their 'master's' feet on occasion just to be pet.
Rizal's eyes scanned until she recognized her charge. She eyed him up and down gazing at what he wore. It was somewhat decent on him but she knew a few others it was better suited for. The boy deserved a jailbird suit so he would stand out in a crowed. That would help her keep track of him better like she knew she had to. She dreaded the break as it progressed and everyone seemed to mingle about. She had to pick whatever his name was out from the crowed, stay by his side almost holding his hand, and make him listen. It sucked. He loved to flee from these things too much to make it easy on her and an easy job is what she had been signed off for. Luckily for her, her dad had half a mind and gave her a job with a gun. She liked that part. She considered shooting him in the foot when she gazed down at his feet and then remembered their scolding. They had been mad that she had shot at him again. Something about 'against regulations' whatever that was suppose to mean. She saw no reason why they couldn't kill their charge.
She moved from her wall spot and stuck herself to Rick's side knowing that if she didn't, he'd vanish as soon as he could. She intimidated those around them as best she could. She stayed at his heal close enough that she had half an arm to grab him should he try to escape. This kept people away from them as the groups migrated other ways. Jack and Damian with their two body guards were the only ones who dared to venture too close. Damian was more daring of the two and would come right up to chatter away where as Jack would only follow after Damian even though he looked like the one who would be more willing to take on Rizal.
Rizal had scared him off before in a fight. The reason they had fought was because she was mad and he happened to get in her way. It was that simple. She won, inevitably, and his body guard, Felicity, couldn't do anything about it. She had barely been able to pull Rizal off and with a snide insult, Rizal had made an enemy for life. Damian on the other hand, had social grace. He had never been in the wrong place at the wrong time with Jennifer and his body guard, Ruth, was actually the closest thing the girl had to a friend. Because of this, both parties of the set were willing to approach and socialize.
As it was, Ruth was close by although paying attention to something off to the side. Rizal looked to see what had caught the body guard's attention and noticed Jack and Felicity talking together with the debriefing committee. That didn't keep her attention for long and soon she was focused back on Rick making sure he didn't escape. It was a harder job then it seemed.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 1:23 pm
Honestly, he was sure that she was purposely playing the role of antagonist. Other times, Rick would shrug off her attitude as learned behavior. After all, he couldn't assume what the girl had gone through in her life which led to the present day since nobody seemed eager to explain his companion to him -- and she didn't seem to be willing to share much either.
At the moment, she was his red-headed dictator that would assure little enjoyment as possible. Not that the model was one to cooperate as he was a young man of the age of twenty four, who knew his position very well, and adored his freedom. Dating wasn't attractive, in fact, he preferred to be single since there was more fun to be had. Also, the ebony-haired, green-eyed chap was a whimsical spirit.
"Hey, old man!" Virtually, he flew towards his first love: Damian. Fondly having dubbed him so since he was his senior by four years. As usual, Jack was attracted to the commotion, and they made their usual threesome. Rick had his arm slung over his more soft-spoken pal as they began to make talk. From the corner of his eye, he noticed some models slink off to the shady trailer across the street. They were headed to Rush, basically a druggie's haven when things became rough. Speed for the models' seemed to be a favorite, but he personally didn't like it a bit.
"Why, hello," lips curled into a gentle smile. Sea-foam blue eyes had an appreciative warmth to them as he turned slightly to face the younger fellow who had become attached to him a few years back. Rich, dark-chocolate hair was carefully slicked back with mousse. His demeanor, as it typically was, mellow with an undertone of suave wisdom. He had a fair complexion, milky pale with no blemish in sight.
A booming laughter interrupted their moment, Jack had joined in. The bear jostled the two with his trademark hug that could've killed the dou had the brute not been careful. Some shadow, or scruff, decorated his jaw in an aesthetic manner which few could pull off. Out of comfort, his sleeves had been rolled up, shirt unbuttoned to show off his muscled torso which he was proud of.
"You guys heading to the opening of Jet Black?" Recently re-modeled club with a new owner, and manager after the last incident involving: minors, drugs, and alcohol -- big surprise in this city.
"Why not?" Already, Rick had spoken for Damian as he was the leader of the three. Even if he was the youngest, the overgrown boy had a charm about him, and it helped that he was a natural born leader. When he felt like acting like one, that is.
Damian was Dad or Old Man, Jack was Bear, and Rick was simply Rick. There was no single label, or nick name that could describe the free-spirited wild child.
He winked at his body guard with a thumbs up before the trio went into a casual discussion. Enthralled, neither of them paid attention to the time nor their body guards for that matter. They spoke in hushed whispers, mischievous smirks pasted over the two delinquents as their senior listened in -- amused by their 'game plan'.
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