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Post by Dae Hyuk Jang on Mar 25, 2018 19:10:36 GMT -6
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[attr="class","lost1"]Don’t think I won’t judo throw you.
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[attr="class","mouths1"]”Come oooon~... What’re you so uptight for?” ”You know why.” ”Then just kick back and relaaaax, hotshot~! It’ll do you well~.” ”I will. Later.” ”Why not now?” ”Because unlike you, I spend my time at work actually working instead of trying to slut it out with my coworkers. That being said, I’ll ask you to kindly fuck off one last time. ‘Kay, sweetheart?”
The words were spoken with a pretty blunt and straightforward tongue altogether; one that meant all the offense in the world if it meant shaking a specific person off. Yet...judging by the way in which one person found herself clicking her tongue and giggling softly in some form of amusement of the disdain and clear annoyance that the other expressed in response to the notion, it was more or less safe to say that the efforts were for naught. Thus, a particular gijinka found himself irked beyond his wits as he shook his head; ears pinning down, and tail lashing within his wake as he nonchalantly strode across the set of his next photo shoot for sake of clearing several details and whatnot with his other coworkers. Throughout that same time, the girl speaking to him never quite parted from his trail; rather, she constantly kept by his side while he ventured throughout the room.
By the time that he was done clearing facts and the like out, he found himself with a small amount of time just before his next round of photographs- and for sake of keeping himself as prim as possible for when it began, he glanced around - and with a somewhat exasperated and generally done look all the same, given what had been happening throughout the entire time - he gained sight of a mirror on the sidelines before shifting his course and walking towards it rather swiftly. Upon arriving before it, he narrowed his eyes and gave his general appearance a quick look over before lifting his hands and beginning to gently ruffle his hair in some portions for sake of patting it down and fluffing it up all the same within some areas. Next to him, the same, young woman seemed to lean over while he was doing so; tilting her head and giving him a small smile through the reflections displayed within the mirror itself.
”Hair problems~?” ”Literally just fixing really tiny things--” ”I could help with that, y’know~.” ”I know you could.” ”So can I~?” ”Touch me, and I’ll literally judo throw you into the mirror.” ”Man… Feisty as ever~...”
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Aurelie Farraday , (save him from the thottie)
Now Aurelie barely took the time for herself for photoshoots. Hell, she was a DJ, she was the last person someone would call over for a photoshoot. But lo and behold, the albino found herself being dragged into the ordeal. It wasn't anything that she hadn't been pulled into before and.. This was usually a change that she openly welcomed. Hell, she had a blast showing herself off, despite how her outer and near cold exterior may let off. Aurelie sits herself in the dressing room, back straight as the albino lets the woman brush around her face and the like. The usual amount of make up, but there didn't need to be too much done. Thankfully, she didn't have to worry about her skin tone. Rather than looking a ghastly, pale white, she thankfully retained enough pigment in her skin to add that peachy hue to it. At least then she wouldn't look like she came out of a black and white photograph or - even more insulting - born from the womb of a skeleton. Aurelie glances upwards at the woman, who was taking care to arrange her hair in a neat fashion. The woman flashes a small smile down to her, which was returned with the same gesture. [break][break]
For the time being, Aurelie allows the woman to play around with the locks of white. Though there was volume, she personally couldn't find the appeal in her hair and her eyes. Bright, blood red eyes that stared straight into the mirror, paired with the deathly white hair framing her face. Still, she doesn't understand what people found so attractive about it. Did they like the mystery? The near dead glare that she gave with those vibrant, red eyes? The near blank stare that she gave to the camera? Mmn.. Apparently they tended to associate someone like her with mystery. With silence, with calm and mature. Gods.. Could they get even more wrong? Aurelie calmly awaits the woman to finish with whatever she was doing, only to flash a small smile before standing herself up. "We're finished~" The woman chimes, which is responded with a small smile and nod from the albino woman. With that, she stands up onto the ruby red heels of hers. Ruby red heels, paired with a light, white summer dress and a white hat. White hat that was topped with a ruby red ribbon. Red and White, all the time. Red and White were two colours that she loved. [break][break]
Loved and loathed. [break][break]
The colours of death, in flower language that is. Not exactly the most loveliest of meanings, but the younger and clueless ones thought that it meant romance and weddings. Love and wedding dresses. Love and purity. While separately, the colours certainly meant it, they weren't meanings that you should put together, but then it no longer means a pure love. The death of love, perhaps, but certainly not a pure and innocent love. Mmn.. But to be fair, for her to deny it wasn't the same for her would be a desperate attempt to ignore reality. Hence why when she was handed a white rose to hold, she pensively stares down at it's thornless stem and clear, white petals. "Thank you~" The albino chimes with a petite smile. Modest and kind, but straight to the point about it. The type to fib about her image, specifically if it wasn't a close friend. But even then, it was difficult. You know, trying to keep things up while also being friendly and chatty. Two completely opposite traits that she had to somehow work out. [break][break]
Aurelie holds onto the single rose in her hand, examining it a fair amount before giving the woman a dismissive smile. She was supposed to meet her partner for this specific shoot, whom she was told will be given a red rose. However as she exits her own dressing room, she catches wind of a female's voice, more bothering a male in the room. Out of sheer curiosity, Aurelie sneaks herself past, only to find her trying to hit on yet another guy. The moment her eyes catch her figure, she nearly flinches and scowls to herself. Her chest tightens a fair amount as she lets the scene sink in, eyes narrowing while the blood in her hands begins to boil. For each empty chime, Aurelie feels herself getting all the more irritated. Stop acting like such a sweet girl; you're a damned bitch. The albino thinks to herself. Thankfully, the male Reagan's trying to hit on is less than intent on entertaining her. If anything, the girl seems like she's trying to hit on him. With that, Aurelie casually strides into the room. [break][break]
Now, this isn't to end the guy's misery; this is of her own spite. [break][break] "Reagan, is that you?" Aurelie chimes with a near modest smile, maintaining that generally calm and composed demeanour. Even though she was practically blowing up in the confines of her mind, she at the very least, wanted to come off as pleasant. Though, she made sure to take a quick look over her surroundings to ensure that they were the only three in the room. Right now. Because hell, Aure had a lot of things to say to this woman. She had a lot of things to say, to do. She had a lot of things against her, and what she wouldn't give to call her stupid, slutting ass to the curb. What she wouldn't give. But - for the sake of formalities - she was trying her hardest to at least look civil. So if anything, her fake smile broadened as she approached her before cocking her head over to the red headed male. "Hrm.." Admittedly, Aurelie took a quick look over the male that Reagan was trying to get with. Well.. She can't lie. Hell, he was hot. Like, attractive. Smoking. God damn. Buuut that doesn't excuse her for her behaviour. "... Jeez.. Reagan. Have some decency." The smile slowly began to transition into a small smirk, and the young woman shrugs her shoulders before cocking her head to the side. "After all, he did tell you to fuck off, right?" And with that, the girl held the white rose towards the stupid young woman. More in a taunting manner if anything, with the low smirk and lower voice. [break][break]
"So kindly, fuck off. I'm sure you have some other poor smuck you should be screwing around with, anyways."[break][break]
... See, this wouldn't be surprising if the young man knew how she was. On this end though, the odds are he was told he'd be working with a generally mysterious young albino. I mean, that was her image anyways. Composed, mature and all that stuff. But even then, her words were laced with the venom intended to sink all her fangs into the girl's pride. Well, whatever pride she had left.
Post by Dae Hyuk Jang on Mar 26, 2018 8:28:26 GMT -6
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[attr="class","lost1"]Don’t think I won’t judo throw you.
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[attr="class","mouths1"]I know you’re doing this on purpose, and that’s why it’ pissing me off so much more…
Even throughout the time that the other had been insisting upon talking to him, Dae Hyuk himself merely chose to keep his focus upon his own reflection within the mirror for an extensive while; crimson voids of his narrowed while they found an extensive interest within his hair. As he had been doing for the duration of his stance before the reflective surface, he lightly ruffled the forefront of his hair before finally and eventually taking care to draw his hand away; content enough with how it appeared to turn out like for the moment. Once he had done so, he stared at his reflection for a short while before closing his eyes; straightening his form as he inhaled deeply and held the breath within his lungs- and all while the person besides him maintained her position by his flank. ”So close, Reagan,” he murmured lowly, opening his eyes vaguely for sake of shooting her a brief glare from the corner of his eye. ”So close to decking you in the throat, so just shut it. Right now. For fuck’s sake. My shoot’s starting in a few minutes, and--”
”You’re just waiting for your partner, yeah~?” ”Uh-huh…” ”Which means I got a bit more time to try and crack you down~.” ”Okay. Listen here, you fucking hoebag--”
Of course, that statement in itself would’ve never been completed- but all in all, maybe that was for the best. Dae found himself looking up and turning his head just as quickly as Reagan herself as they both caught wind of a newer, third voice within the room; catching sight of another young woman near the doorway. The vermillion haired gijinka himself found himself staring at her in subtle skepticism and confusion alike upon her first arrival, and on instinct, he glanced over at Reagan to see if she was just as confused as he was. ...Much to his surprise, however, he managed to catch a glimpse of the expression of subtle annoyance and near disgust and disdain before it swiftly faded away to match the smirk that the other gave to her.
...So they know each other.
The two of them allowed the words spoken by the newcomer to sink in for several moments; Dae with more of an unreadable expression in anticipation, and Reagan herself with that continued smile of hers. Given that a small while had passed, however, she merely narrowed her eyes and shrugged; clicking her tongue in what seemed to be good, joking humor. ”Mmn...whatever~.” Her eyes drifted between the two people within the room for a couple of moments more before giving a soft giggle and patting Dae Hyuk’s shoulder; an action that he immediately leaned away from and gave her an unappreciative glare over. ”Fine, fine~... You’re off the hook for now~. I’ll be seeing you later, though, hotshot. ...Hopefully when there’s no one else to interrupt~.”
With those words, the girl herself gave both of them that smirk of hers - the other younger woman a more challenging and even coy version of it - before breathing a soft sigh and beginning to start out of the door and into the hallway. All the while, the Incineroar himself took care to glare after her; ears twitching softly for sake of keeping track of her footsteps even after she escaped from view. By the time that he judged that she’d turned a corner far off, however, he shook his head and rubbed his face; ears pinning down in a continued degree of annoyance as he groaned into his palm in distaste.
”...Motherfucking hoebag...” he murmured. Another shake of the head later, and he would’ve pulled his hand away faintly, giving the other another once over before quirking his lip and bowing a little bit out of subtle gratitude. ”Agh… Thanks for that,” he continued on. ”Dunno how much longer she would’ve been on my ass if no one else came along.”
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Aurelie Farraday , (saved from the thottie)
