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 Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 10:28 pm
Coffee'd up, dressed in his brightest, and more exuberant then he'd been in weeks now. After all the dreary weather -as if it ever did change- and time spent holed up in his drawing room putting on final government demanded touches to his projects Riordan had been desperate for something 'new' to happen. He'd woken this morning as he usually did, grumpy, mussed and absolutely un-fabulous, expecting more of the same that greeted him every morning. More droll invoices awaiting his acceptance yet lacking any ability to catch his attention. Yet another chi-card from his darling mama, telling him of her thrilling time with her newest 'Ken Doll' boy toy; chances were he'd be finding her draped over his couch within the week. That same annoyingly loud drip that his faucet maiden he'd been far to lazy to have fixed..though it was an interesting sight to see the tiny porcelain faucet girl look as though she were crying long streams of tears..
Really when Riordan had started on his first cup of 'Wake-me-Up' cuban brewed espresso and begun the monotonous task of going through his crap mail systems, he'd not expected to find such a neat and chipper blue invite. It was such a happy little vid mail, yet absolutely elegant filled with a short, but catching message. At least for one with any taste it would have been! The message cheerily announcing Mrs. Nat's newest fashion debut, a select preview of her latest line. A list of all the A-Class models who would be wearing the fab ensembles she'd pulled together for her audiences pleasure, was attached at the end of the little announcement. Though Riordan hardly cared about the models, just the mention of a chance to get in and see what was sure to be an amazing show was enough to send the man of into a gleeful state.
Riordan, much to his own shame, had been dying to hear of her new lines release, to walk into one of his favorite shops one day and find it waiting there all bright and shiny and ready to be worn..not that he simply bought brand names for brand names sake..no no no..of course not him! To think that he might get a chance to see it before it hit the stores, well that was too good an opportunity to pass up. Dreary day and projects or not, Riordan was going out. It took him all of about five seconds to get himself ready, hair done up in ringlets and high ponytail, his usual gray-white and red pin striped suit accentuated with a bright flowery neck bow turned off to the side. A maroon foe-fur coat wrapped about his shoulders and rose colored Tri'color glasses all in place as he swept out his door in a whirlwind, he didn't want to miss a single second of it.
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Paying the entrance fee and slipping into his seat among the rest of the awaiting crowd not a moment to late, the lights flickering, being tested before the rooms lights steadily dimmed and the cat walk glowed with soft white and blue illumination. Half a breath away from cheering -in his head of course- as all the chatter slowly died down and the announcer came on to begin introductions and get it all started up..
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 6:17 am
[[I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO POST, AND I GAVE YOU A NICE LONG FILLER POST.
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actually, it was too long. i'm sorry. P: make do with it what you will?]]
Natalya yawned, holding her vodka glass, gently swirling it round and round as her eyes drifted around the room. She was lucky enough to have booked one of the best runway areas in Saltaire, though obviously, she was the only famous designer that lived in the small area. However, it was easy enough to say that the government was willing to let her do almost whatever she wanted when it came to her fashion shows. Natalya was probably the only source of tourism when it came to Saltaire -- due to her fashion icon status, people came from all over the MOTHERLAND area to watch her fashion shows and try to meet her.
Today was her new fashion debut for the winter, though frankly it didn't seem to make much of a difference, be it winter or spring. Damn nuclear winter. She stared at the last piece in front of her, perhaps a representative of the entire show. It was gorgeous, no doubt -- perhaps it was Natalya's best work. Consisting of the themed colors cerulean, teal, and pearly white, the floor length dress shown and sparkled. It was a strapless dress, but she had made up for the bare skin by slashing in a fur stole (which had come back in fashion, believe it or not) and shoulder length ivory gloves, just the bit sheer and almost sparkly in their whiteness. Funnily enough, it was the last piece she had finished. In fact, this was the piece that she's used herself as a model for. Ice princess -- Russian Ice Princess. Perfect theme for the colors that she had used. In fact, she had looked through the files of all the major models for someone that could represent her gorgeous gown.
No one had made it, unfortunately. Now, as she rubbed her forehead, Natalya wondered what to do. She didn't really believe in panicking, as they say. There was no use in the feeling, and you'd usually get even less done then you had before. Finally, she blinked and sighed. Unfortunately, it seemed as if there were no other way.
... She'd have to do it herself.
Every real designer knew that perhaps one of the most important parts of a creation was the person wearing it, and though Natalya hadn't modeled for two years, she would rather model it than let some other clueless person take the job. Placing her glass on the table, Natalya checked her watch. Four hours till the show. It might seem like a lot, but anyone who managed fashion shows knew that the time would be gone in the blink of an eye.
"Freja!" Natalya called, as she walked out the door, carrying her prized dress and onto the stage. Actually, to put it correctly, the backstage. She was now right behind her catwalk, staring at a screen which displayed various models test walking her new clothes. Immediately, a woman appeared from the crowds, a woman with chocolate skin and dark green eyes. This was Freja, one of the most esteemed venue setters in the industry -- not to mention she was quite the fan of Natalya's and very interested in fashion.
"Yes, Ms. Roslyakova?" Her voice was sweet and high, something that only underestimated her cutthroat personality.
"You do know my problem with finding that model for the last outfit? I'll drop that matter, I'm going to be modeling it myself."
Shock passed over Freja's face for a moment, and then she composed herself, smiling as always. "Of course, Ms. Roslyakova. Just drop by the makeup artists as soon as possible, and I'm sure you're quite capable of taking care of the rest by yourself. If you need me, I'll be over there helping the workers with the lights. White and cerulean glow, am I right?"
Natalya nodded and smiled at the woman, saying, "Thank you," as she briskly made her way towards the makeup area. As she walked into the area, a few of the makeup artists gawked, even leaving models to turn their heads as well, all looking in astonishment at Natalya. In fact, Natalya barely ever made her way into the makeup room after her first issue of commands, and everyone that wasn't using their hands scurried to help with whatever she needed.
"I'm going to be participating in the show tonight. This is the dress I will be wearing, I want a more dramatic appeal than the boys, and I want a dreamier look, if that is okay?"
They all nodded swiftly and ushered her into a chair, someone immediately pushing her hair into a tight bun and styling it with quick hands. She leaned back, letting the hairstylist take care of her delicate hair, and then thought through her schedule. This season was all about menswear, and she had been quick to make sure people embraced her thought on the subject. Feminine, gorgeous, and stylish all found the way into her clothes, and even though they were meant to be 'girly', she still thought none of them looked a bit homosexual, and in fact had found the sexiest men models around the planet. Her last piece had been an indulgence, something that Natalya was sure would be a risk -- after all, you called a menswear modeling session that because it would be menswear. But she found the norm boring.
Two hours passed quickly, and Natalya looked around the room as she stood up. Most of the models were getting dressed at the moment, and she stared at herself in the mirror, avoiding the eyes of most of the men. Despite the fact of being a fashion designer for so long, she was still weary of naked men. It was strange. She didn't like to talk about it. Gently, she nodded at her makeup artists, who stared at their masterwork in awe, took her dress and went back to her room, immediately starting to change.
And then again, another hour went by, the clock ticking as for once she started to become nervous. It was a very strange event to see Natalya nervous, and one could only see that when she started a runway show. It was perhaps her very life to her. The lights turned on, and instead of usually it would be her announcing, Natalya had hired an announcer for her. Suddenly, the first walker was going on, a Polish man (who was quite the gorgeous guy, now she thought about it) and each of the thirty models started making their way down the runways.
It was her turn now. The moment she stepped into the light, she felt ... good. Natalya hadn't modeled for such a long time, and now ... now it was as if she was finally embracing a new family member or something. It felt good. Suddenly she was striding confidently down the catwalk, watching as the people that watched gawked and pointed at the girl. Keep your cool. It was a phrase that had been repeated by almost everyone that had crossed any stage in any country, be it part of the MOTHERLAND or not. She had invited only the most esteemed in Saltaire and fashion aware in the MOTHERLAND area, as well as a few reporters. They would have a lot to talk about.
Smiling, as she walked off the catwalk with whispers following her out, Natalya once again was last as each model strode out for the final glimpse. Staying afterwards, she motioned to the crowd with her hand.
"I hope you all liked my collection -- as you can see, I had a regrettable problem with choosing a model for this particular piece; and in saying so, I decided to model it myself. The colors this season will revolve around cerulean, teal, and white, and I hoped to reflect these in my runway show today. I hope you found everything satisfactory, and please do come again. We really appreciated it." A smile crossed her face as she looked around the crowd, her eyes suddenly stopping on a young man with bright red hair and an even brighter outfit. Interesting. She didn't know him.
With a slight curtsy, she made her way off the catwalk, happy with her performance. Oh, the crowds would be gossiping tonight.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 9:01 pm
((Domi my luff do not ever fret, for you is epic!!))
Rio indulged in the brief bit of before show time, sharing pleasantries, bits of gossip, admiring and being admired by others. After all he was a man with an ego, and every now and then he needed to indulge on it or the poor thing would shrink away to nothingness. Chatting up the most peculiar woman sitting next to him, cooing over the gorgeous green bangles on her wrist as the lights on the stage flickered briefly.
A long low hush seemed to fall over the crowd then, the lights flickering a second time to signal the start of the show, the colors of them set to accentuate the atmosphere as well as the style of the fashion artists design. The announcer went off, introductions, applause, and then the models. Rio was to say the least awe struck, completely enveloped in the display before him as the models came out one by one, in waves displaying the newest colors and textures. Beautiful flowing designs, delicate weaves, pristine winter colors that seemed dreamed up, as nature itself was a bit bare on color nowadays..
Rio was normally not a fan of such things, certainly nothing made of pure white or cerulian or any other light and airy shade adorned his large wardrobe at the moment. He favored thick smoky colors himself, brightness that bordered on blinding and obnoxious, neon's and heavy set reds, dark and rustic colors. Somehow though, the way the clothes were shown, the way they were worn! Well who could stand to not fall in love with them? Especially some of the more male favored pieces, the ones that managed to carry a certain masculine charm, and yet still ebb and flow over the wearers body with an obviously female design.
Absolutely stunning...
And though he applauded ever piece, admits the flashing of camera's and oohing and awwing of others, nothing was more a show stopper then the final model who came striding out, all prowl and grace and confident glory. Natalya herself...wearing one of her own masterpieces..back on the runway where she'd not been seen in years, showcasing her hard work! It was unheard of, it was astounding! He could already hear the whispers and murmurs going on beside him, and he was just itching to go in. Sure this had not been part of the show plan, and was a surprise to everyone else as much as himself.
He'd heard oh so many rumors, seen oh so many photo's as well, yet he'd never once gotten the chance to see the woman so up close and personal. She was gorgeous, but more then that she seemed to carry an almost innocent air, a smile that seemed to belong on a princess, a voice that carried over the crowd and the noise yet managed to remain delicate and gracious. Hot damn...
The noise of the room only seemed to increase as she curtsied and made her way back off stage. A slightly deafening keen, as much as Riordan wished to stay and get caught up in the many conversations going on around him, he wished oh so much more to get back there and meet the woman herself. How many had a chance to do that hmnn? Chat up such a stunning creature as Natalya, now that would be a piece of gossip, one he'd quietly hoard even so long as it led to him he getting to pick the woman's brain on her designs and color scheme.
True..he could probably read it somewhere, the reporters in the event would be swarming at her like flies over a dead beast. Reading did not ever compare to experiencing though, especially not when the person getting the experience was oneself.
Watching diligently shadows drifted back and forth behind the catwalk, curtains being raised and closed. The slight security around the place seeming to tighten in on things. He knew he'd have to hurry before it was to late and he was completely cut off either by the crowd or stopped by someone else.. Weaving his way through chairs, gently nudging past people, he glanced about himself, checking over his shoulder before slipping up under one of the heavy white crystalline curtains, pulling himself up onto the part of the stage they covered before he started making his way towards the back area. He could hear voices already, louder now that had been previously hushed by the stages setting and the thick curtains.
"Oops! Pardonnez-moi" shielding his eyes and ducking back as a half naked model skirted past him, in a quick rush to get the gown she'd been previously wearing undone and back to the rack where it belonged. He wondered how they did it, certainly he could never manage being a model himself, even if he had the body for it..which he truly did not..Besides that he could not stand to be so openly naked in front of so many strangers, tsk no no no. His hazelnut eyes scanning the many moving forms and meandering makeup artists and stage hands, searching for Natalya. He realized of course chances were high the woman was changing, and he would simply die if he ran into her in such a state! He could not risk waiting and missing her either though, peeking into dressing area's, and gingerly looking over privacy screens for the long legged figure that was the Ice Princess..
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 5:15 pm
Natalya stepped off the stage, blowing a piece of hair that had flown into her eyes. Stepping back onto the runway had been a strange experience for her -- almost as if she had encountered a ghost from the past. And strangely, it was one of the most exciting things she'd done in a while. If there were some ways to express Natalya's personality, she was ... always searching for interesting things. Modeling had become a bore for her before, and so she had turned to fashion designing; strangely, she seemed to excel at everything she tried her hand at, or that's what it seemed to the public. Within, Nat was just a confused and pathetic mess. She tried to fill in the hole which was her personal life with overwhelming work and huge ambitions, just to get rid of that nag that was to visit her mother and father again. Or to even have a family again.
Sighing at her angst, Natalya encountered almost immediately a stagehand that passed along a robe from Freja. 'Gorgeous, as always, Natalya. Freja.' Thank god for the woman, Natalya was almost sure that she would hire her again for the next show. They had things in common, and that was what she always found intriguing. To have something in common with someone -- in this case, they were both famous, rich, cold, and gorgeous. It worked out.
She immediately started walking towards her dressing room, her mind obsessing over the tiny details of her runway show -- had it gone well? No one had laughed? Natalya hadn't modeled for years -- she didn't know how her modeling was anymore.
Unfortunately, with her mind so uncomposed, Natalya wasn't really paying attention to her surroundings. -- Now let you note this as of now, Natalya isn't and will never be a clutzy girl. In fact, she never seemed to lose her composure, and the only exception was when it came to runway shows, because they were always an exciting part of her life. So, to see Natalya Roslyakova tripping over herself and over another person is highly unlikely.
Natalya squeaked as she ran into another person, almost tripping over their short frame in her anxiety. As she looked up -- I mean, down, she realized it was the bright man from the audience. He looked even brighter close up, with his fire engine red hair and colored shirt. Still, the man managed to look somewhat dignified and very in -- someone to note.
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry --" She broke off, offering her hand to the boymanperson who she had bumped into.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 1:18 pm
So many people,colors,outfits, a half dressed man! --thud-- and..and ow.. one minute he'd been walking, the next his rear was making good friends with the floor.
Riordan looked up dazedly, half a curse on his lips as he glanced at whomever it was he'd oh so stupidly run into. Honestly one would think he'd at least bother to look where he was going, of course a short attention span laced with the excitement of being back stage of such a fabulous place often led to him completely spacing, he'd very well nearly forgotten what he was doing back here!
"Ah, oh no no its alright, no harm no foul, and honestly it's all my fault anyways isn't it, not looking and all..ah.." gratefully taking the hand offered to him, Riordan quickly brushed himself off as he clumsily got to his feet, feeling all kinds of foolish. At least, until he got a good look at who it was he'd run into. His grin widening slowly, lighting up like a megawatt bulb as he actually paid attention to who he was speaking to, instead of just rambling away. "Oh-oh my, y-your, well I mean of course you know who you are! My my I didn't expect you to be so gorgeous up close, or ah so tall.." he found that even standing up he was forced to look up at the woman, she was a good 2 to 3 inches taller then he was..without her high heels on..goodness.
"Dear...you must think I'm some crazy clutz mustn't you? Running into you like that and then just standing here stammering away like a ditz. Maybe it'd be better if I introduced myself" he added with a sharp nod giving the glorious woman in front of him a slight bow. Truly he was giddy inside at having actually found her, though he'd wished he'd managed to do it in a more dignified manner.
It was more then he'd hoped for, even in nothing more then a robe she seemed magnificent and elegant and just..Well if he had thought it wise he would have hugged her. That of course would have been rude..yes..very rude of him.
"I'm Riordan Fitheal, and I am an absolutely huge fan of yours Mrs. Natalya"
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