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 Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 7:32 pm
Saturday morning dawned bright and clear for Jada. It was going to be a fabulous day and as she munched on her breakfast, she poked her nose through her closet. Today was going to be her first real, paying modeling job. It was (most importantly, she would say again) paying. And oh, paying. Not much, since it was a small designer who was just starting their boutique, but it was less painful than donating plasma and a lot more than she made in a day of work at the lawyer's office. Not every piece of clothing in the store was by Fizz, but there was a good section in there that was. Not to mention the fact that she was going to be in front of a camera. Oh-
And Fizz was offering the models 50% off anything they bought that was her own design.
Jada had heard about smaller stores doing that, but never dreamed she'd have the opportunity. The clothes were simple, cute, and not too terribly pricy. At half off that, with the paycheck she was-- "No, Jada." she told her reflection, "You need more important things than clothing. You know you do." In the background, Castor rolled around with a pair of her underwear, purring and clawing at it with his rear legs. "Hey!" She grabbed it from him, ignoring the toyger's miffed sniff before he stalked off. Great. Just great. She tossed the balled up tatter in the garbage, and moved to take a shower before she would leave. They were supposed to meet at 9:00 in the morning. She blew out her short hair, and scooted out the door.
Fizz Fashions was a small shop not too far away from Forever 18. If the clothes were anything to judge by, however, it catered to a slightly different clientele. Jada had wandered into it by accident, and had been really drawn to the outfits- and not just because of the name brands there either. When she'd heard they were looking for models for some ads to drum up business, she'd slid her portfolio in right away. And huzzah! She was employed.
Checking the paper in her hand, she found her way to the location where the commercial and photo shoot was going to be held. There were several other people there, a small group of men and women. So were they all going to be the other models? Well good! It would be nice, for something this important, if she had a professional to watch working.
Lurking around the edges of the shoot, Jada Chamberlyn took a deep breath before stepping into the milling bodies.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 4:15 pm
Senri didn't normally model for boutiques, his agency preferring more professional venues for their models. But he was here as a favor to his friend which led to his arrival shortly after Jada. Senri had yet ot wear the Fizz brand but he couldn't say that he was adverse to it. It was quite the opposite, a potential brand that might one day rise to the top. Otherwise, Senri wouldn't have been here, favor or not, if he didn't like the clothing.
He recognized a few models, some who were already established or were rising to become popular attractions. Others were entirely new. There was one person who fell between both categories, Senri recognizing her as the wealthy heiress from the art show.
"My, my." A voice drawled from behind Jada, Senri standing behind the former heiress in the crowd with a smile. He was standing on elevated ground behind Jada, leaning over the railing as he greeted his friend from above. "What a pleasant surprise. Jada, was it?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 3:10 pm
It was a little overwhelming if Jada were to be honest with herself. This wasn't one of the situations in which Jada could be in perfect control of the situation, and this wasn't a situation where a little learning curve would be considered acceptable. This was an investment for a client, and they were only going to have so much patience with one of their models being nervous. It was an important shoot for her, not only because she needed the money. There were people everywhere, and clothes- oh, clothes were everywhere too, colors and styles on mannequins that were all a different size and shape for the rest, each with a rack of other clothing behind it. Jada took a deep breath, a fish out of water as other people rushed around from one place to the next. Everybody seemed to know where they were going. She caught sight of Fizz in one of the tent, and the manager who had given her the information over in another area, both speaking to one of the many other people there. Some of them looked familiar, and she caught sight of a woman she knew worked in one of the hair salons in the mall.
Even if not everyone present was a model, Jada was definitely still the shortest one at the location. It was intimidating, to be sure. Jada had looked over her options for modeling and found that the majority of fashion models were 5'8 and up- and 5'8 was considered incredibly short. Women with Jada's own measurements and dress size, too, were considered to be plus size models. (She didn't like being called 'plus sized' as a woman, when a size 10 or 12 weren't considered plus-sized on the rack. But one couldn't fight the entire industry. It had been tried.) When a familiar voice came from behind and (not surprisingly) above, Jada spun to glance behind her. The man was familiar and the heiress felt a lot better. "Senri, right?" It was the model she had embarrassed herself in front of.
Nails clicked on the wineglass in her hands, and she said to the person next to her, without looking at him, "Everything about this picture looks nice, but don't his eyes look bored in this one?"
"Really?" He looked at the picture, his eyes lowering to stare at the picture, pausing as if to thoughtfully consider the criticism. Rather then be hurt or offended, Senri still retained his confidence. And even a touch of amusement. "That's the first observation I've heard that I've actually liked."
"It's been a while." She reached out her hand in an offer to shake his. "You're looking well." Here again, the taller, good-looking model sort. Brushing her cropped hair away from her face and tucking it behind an ear, Jada glanced around. "So do you know what exactly the plan is here?" The filming and photo shoot were to be held in a small section of the park near the fountain. What she assumed were props were scattered around. There was what looked like a fallen tree, and a rope for... tug of war? It seemed like they were going to be shooting a day in the park. A casual-seeming shoot, showing their nice clothes in an 'everyday' situation.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 12:06 am
"You cut your hair?" Senri observed, "It's becoming." Of course, one had to be beautiful to even glimpse the modeling industry. But of course, beauty wasn't everything. You needed a great personality with a variety of skills which Senri had in abundance. And of course, the sense of arrogance and entitlement that came along with the job. Senri, by his standards, excelled at all of the qualifications.
"If I remember correctly, your name is Jada Chamberlyn." He extended a gloved hand to Jada, shaking it from his vantage point. The memories of their last meeting was not lost on him. "Is this your first time?" Or if not, it was a close guess. Her posture, her manner belied it all. Senri, on the other hand, also remembered his first time but he recalled himself as always being amazing. After all, how could a handsome model like him fail?
Still leaning over the railing, his relaxed posture contrasting deeply with Jada's slightly anxious one. The question had him tilting his head thoughtfully, "The plan?" His mouth curiously smiled, "My dear girl.. there is no plan. Simply follow the director, and everything will fall into place." As if to follow his words, a staff member holding a clipboard in hand approached the both Jada and Senri. "This is how it's going to work. The models will be working in pairs or small groups, each in a different location and scenario to maximize efficiency. You may or may not get switched around, depending on what the director wants. "
"We'll work from 10:00 - 12:00 p.m. and then take a lunch break. After your lunch break, we'll resume the shoot from 1:00 -2:30 p.m."
"Understood." Senri saluted, and the staff member looked to Jada for an answer. Meanwhile, Senri's look appeared to be asking, 'Do you see what I mean?'
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 10:45 am
Why was it such a surprise to her that a man she had met only once before would notice that she had cropped her distinctive tresses? She hardly looked like the same woman, or so she had thought when she first cut it. Maybe it was something else about her that was distinctive- she had always thought her eyes cut quite the impression. "I think so." she agreed, and smiled up at the model. "You must have a fabulous memory. I don't quite remember your full name, to my distinct embarrassment." Then again, she hadn't asked his last name, while she had been there as the representative of one of the moneybags behind the whole art show. It was embarrassing- but not a surprise.
"I normally model for fashion and photography students. I've never exactly gotten paid for my work, and want to be certain I'm doing everything right. It just so happened that I wandered into Fizz's shop on a day where they were looking for someone who could not only handle some pretty intimidating heels, but not tower over some of their male models. I, being as opportunistic as my mother raised me to be, slid my portfolio right in." the revelation that she had actually been able to get the job so easily, as a rank amateur, was a little startling. Desperation called for desperate actions, and Jada was not going to let them regret it. Not on purpose.
Senri was so very relaxed that the Senshi of the Kraken couldn't help but follow suit. And then he called her a dear girl and her brain almost shut down, anxiousness oddly soothed by something that... well, more like her father would say than something that would usually come out of the mouth of a hottie like Senri, but whatevs. So when the staff member came around she was able to give him a smile, nodding. The man did a double-take, staring down at her, before saying- "You're awful short."
"Well," she said glibly, giving an embarrassed shrug, "I was told they had some seven-inch prosthesis that they needed someone to wear, so I gave the rest of me the day off." He paused, as if trying to gauge if she was serious, and then laughed. "Ten to noon, then one to two-thirty." She also nodded, and glanced at the watch locket around her neck. Nine. "I need to find out what they're putting me in. Senri, can you see above the heads of all these jolly paying-me giants? Or give me a hand up?" she gave a lopsided grin, wry.
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