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|DAUPHIN OCEANUS SEVENWATERS||
Posted: Jul 17 2014, 06:11 AM
“Okay, that’s a wrap.” The photographer said causing Doll to slump down against the bed underneath him and relax.
If anyone ever told you that modeling was easy, they clearly had never done it. Todays photoshoot was over and even though his body was aching and sweaty his female partner for the photoshoot put out her hand and hauled him up. It was easy to do with his small frame and she was used to helping him out.
“Jessica.” Doll whispered, thanking her with his own name.
Once he was in the upright position Doll languidly stretched and let out a big yawn. He smiled at his partner and drawled,
“I look like hell don’t I?”
She laughed at him as she steered him towards the dressing rooms,
“You know better than that Doll, we are models, the only time we look like hell is when it’s purposeful. You could use a bit of a shower before we go out however.”
Doll groaned. Actually Doll was normally a huge party animal, but tonight a part of him just wanted to get some sleep. His muscles were aching from staying in basically the same physically demanding position for hours. He wanted rest. But there was more to his job then just taking pretty pictures. He and the rest of the higher paid models, were practically walking advertisements. They were expected to go out in designer products and be seen. To live a life, or appear to live one anyway, that others were meant to be jealous of.
And Doll had an even more important role to fulfill. One as the token supernatural. The exotic one. Tonight he was meant to be the life of the party, and yet he felt like anything but.
“Can’t we arrange it for another night?” Doll asked with a pout.
“Not likely Doll,” Jessica said shaking her head, “but if it will make you feel better I’ll pick out your clothes and do your hair. All you have to do is shower and step into what I give you.”
Doll agreed with a hum as he headed to take a shower.
The shower felt magical. Doll wasn’t sure if it was because his muscles relaxed like just about any species or if it had more to do with his being a Naiad. But whatever it was, the water was like a healing. After a nice long shower he felt like his regular party self. He smiled as he stepped out of the shower and found a fashionable set of clothes all ready for him. He slipped them on, enjoying the look and feel. Jessica was certainly a fashionista in her own right.
When he stepped out Jessica was waiting for him with a hairbrush. Girls loved Doll’s hair and willingness to let them play with it, and Jessica was no different. She happily brushed through it before styling how she liked. Doll was in such a good mood after his shower that he didn’t even complain. Then since he was regaining his energy he even helped her out and then they met up with the rest of the party going models.
It was a mixed model group that eventually came as an entourage of Doll’s. His agent had sent him a text to inform him that the designers of the current brand they were sporting were expecting him and his ‘crew’ to be seen at “The Tunnel” a mixed human and supernatural club.
Doll wasn’t sure if it was as hot as his agent was making it out to be, but with the thought of a good time with attractive people, in the VIP section, with bottle service, all on someone elses dime? Even if he was still as tired as when he started, he’d have perked up at that idea. But now he was ready for action.
He wasn’t sure about most nights, but tonight, there was a huge line at the door. Thankfully he wouldn’t have to wait in it. Although it was unusual for him to do so, since his agent and the clients had set it up, Doll accepted his VIP status. He sent one of the newer model guys first to inform the bouncer of his arrival. Then when the boy said it was all clear, Doll and the rest of his crew entered the club.
After a very movie star-esque entrance, Doll made his way to the VIP section and leaned back against his seat, lounging back in a similar fashion that the media usually shows the sexy kind of vampire. He had taken his sunglasses off once he was inside, not inclined to the usual behaviors of his kind and still not used to fame enough to need it. Only a certain niche knew the names of male models, even with the publicity that Doll was getting for being a supernatural it wasn’t like he was a common household name. At least not yet. Although clearly quite a few people in this club tonight had figured it out. Still, as much as he enjoyed being dramatic he was also fairly down to earth and didn’t see himself as having done much to deserve even this small level of celebrity status.
He was just a freshman at college who was luckily able to pay for his schooling by taking pretty pictures. It was a tough job actually, but he was sure others would see it as cushy or easy. All of those people were clearly the ones who didn’t do it for a living. But Doll decided not to harp on that again, even internally for the night. It was time to spend some of that free money for VIP service and if he was lucky he’d be able to find an attractive waiter or waitress or someone to flirt with for a while, for the fun of it.
Doll lifted two fingers in the air crooking it towards himself as he signaled his need for assistance. It was time for some bottle service and to figure out who would be making a very generous tip this night. So he had called and he waited for an answer as the entourage around him began complaining about work as most groups did.
As Doll looked around he wondered if there really was a difference between them and any other group here. He was the type who was fond of people who were unique and different. As a charismatic person he could get along with the average or boring types, but it was the unique ones that really spoke to him, the artistic, the independent, the individuals. He didn’t want to lose his individuality or uniqueness just to be in the adult-world version of the in-crowd. And with that thought in mind, Doll decided to eat a lot tonight, just to act separate from the group that he was with. To set himself apart in a new way yet again.
Not because he wanted the extra attention, but because he didn’t want to be a sheep. He wanted to be himself. Or at least the self he felt he was in the moment. For now he had full reign of his body and he wanted to use it well, while he still had the chance.
|LYONA ALAYNE RALAZAR||
Posted: Jul 21 2014, 09:45 PM
Another working night, and Lyona found herself propped with her hands on the bar, tapping her foot on the music, while looking around. She was a bit bored tonight for some reason and she didn’t even saw someone interesting to catch her attention for a possible meal tonight. Or at least, just to entertain her night from afar. She would usually have Derek around to swap some words with or comments about what they see around. But tonight, there was another barman at work and would just blush and try to avoid her and her eyes when she would try to talk to him.
The place was as full as it was every night and she was sure she would make a nice amount of money from tips. She needed them, since all her saving from now were in the account for her future car. A car to call her own and cherish it and drive it all night long. She was anxious to go buy herself her new best friend.
She was caught In her own thoughts when she missed a guy signing that he needs a server. That’s when the guy from the bar hesitantly tapped her shoulder. “Uhm, Lyona? Sorry to bother you, but there’s someone there that needs something.” She turned around to face him with a smile. ”You’re not bothering, that’s my job, not to sit around."While she wasn’t the one that enjoyed working, when she signed up for something, she would do her job. He blushed again and she rolled her eyes while turning to go, this time a bit annoyed. Was it so hard to act at least normal?
She moved to the VIP table, from where the request was made. She didn’t notice until now that the place was occupied by what she would guess would only be models. She smirked a bit before getting there. Well, at least this is something. Some pretty faces were always enjoyable to have around.
Her smirk turned into a sweet smile by the time she got to the table. The guy that waved for a server had some feminine features to his face, and long hair, but it was obvious to her that he was a male. She couldn’t help wonder still how many must confuse him with a girl. ”Hi there, I’m Lyona, what can I help you with?” her hands went to her back, along the black skirt that was part of her uniform, while she leaned in a bit, eyeing the man.
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|DAUPHIN OCEANUS SEVENWATERS||
Posted: Jul 24 2014, 05:20 AM
Thankfully the service was fairly quick getting to them. Before the waitress had gotten there, Doll had done a quick scan of the table. There were 12 models there in all tonight. They already had the VIP section or at least one of them anyway. So with bottle service he should be ordering 4 different bottles for the table. But he wasn’t sure what he wanted tonight.
Actually, Doll wasn’t a huge drinker, but he was a social one. He didn’t particularly care what it was, he’d give it a shot. So he decided that instead of playing it up all macho he would ask for recommendations. No matter what they got it would be about a 2000% mark up anyway. Doll had done the research on bottle service before one day when he was curious.
It wasn’t that he had to worry about the price as just by wearing the clothes he had on now he was able to get it free, even better he was paid to do it. That was part of the luxury aspect of modeling. Advertisements weren’t cheap, particularly the living breathing kind. So Doll was able to play sometimes and not pay. Which could make a man very generous, even when he knew how jipped he was likely getting, because well in a way, he wasn’t.
But what was inclined to make him even more generous was a pretty face and when the waitress turned up, winning smile, sexy body, and all legs, baby was he ready to show off.
In fact as she introduced himself Doll felt the need to lean back and get himself together a bit. Technically he was on the job, but there was nothing in his contract that said he couldn’t flirt or have a good time in the clothes. Hell wouldn’t the best advertisement be with the clothes displayed on the floor, or by using them to dance with, or something fun like that?
Doll was pretty sure it was and if it wasn’t, then hell the job never specified what time he could leave. If he did end up heading out the door with her he was pretty sure that it would have to be after her shift anyway.
But he was really getting ahead of himself, considering the only thing she’d done so far was her job.
”Hi there, I’m Lyona, what can I help you with?” her hands went to her back, along the black skirt that was part of her uniform, while she leaned in a bit, eyeing the man.
The Fin part of him, even as he was tucked deep down in a fairly catatonic state, pushed a bit of insecurity to the forefront of his brain. Why would she want to flirt with him when so many people confused him for a girl? She was too pretty to go for a thin thing like him, clearly someone like her would want a ‘real’ man, the big, strong alpha types like Demons, Vamps, or Werewolves, not a lowly Naiad. Maybe it was best to not dare so as not to get hurt?
Doll had to forcibly shake his head to get rid of those traitorous thoughts. This personality hated such thoughts. Doll was the confident side of the brain. He didn’t have tons of expectations, but he was willing to give things a try at least. He figured if he played his cards right then one of the only bad things that was likely to happen was that he would be turned down. But weren’t most beautiful things in life worth a little effort?
After a few minutes of thought as luckily a couple of the model sets of three ordered bottles, Doll realized that he was thinking way too much about this, which wasn’t really his style. Fin was the thinker and worrier, Doll was the protective and bold one, albeit he often had a plan. He decided just to wing it though and see where the night took him, perhaps he would head back to the dorms alone or perhaps not. Either way the night was full of possibilities.
He smiled at the waitress leaning forward in his seat as it was his turn to order a bottle,
“Hello Lyona, my name is Dauphin, but most people just refer to me as Doll,” he began in his smooth, melodic voice, which to him was one of the very few perks of being a Naiad, “for our bottle here I was hoping you could recommend something for me. I don’t need anything to loosen me up, just something that tastes delicious.”
It was true, Doll wasn’t the type to need alcohol to party. He found plenty of ways to do that in multiple situations. He was a fun type, lived a bit on the edge but had a kind, caring, and protective heart deep down. All though he was a chronic flirter and a prankster as well, both of which got him into trouble in various ways, but Doll always felt it was worth it.
A pretty girl or guy always was.
Speaking of which, that reminded him that with bottle service the waitress would be expected to be there call until they left VIP, except in the case of shift changes or of course at some points she’d have to go and get any bottles they ordered, but the good part was that she’d be around. Most clubs had the server stand professionally around on call for any drink needs, but Doll was more laid back for that and certainly didn’t see people as his servants…mostly. So he thought that he should let her know that.
So he gave her a friendly smile as he said,
“When you get back feel free to do as you like, I know you have a job to do and all, but seeing as you were assigned over here you shouldn’t have to stand all night.”
He patted his seat not unkindly. A part of him was being protective and knightly and another part of him was being flirty and teasing. They were two parts of him, in one personality, but they sometimes worked together, such as times like this.
And now the ball was in her court, should she so choose to play it.
Note: Sorry if this is boring/not up to par, I'm super busy and tired atm but I wanted to get something out to you asap as I hate keeping people waiting if I can help it. I will try to make a better one next time.
|LYONA ALAYNE RALAZAR||
Posted: Aug 12 2014, 11:34 AM
The job that she chose for herself was one she enjoyed enough to make the time pass rather quickly. It was in an environment she liked and would likely be in most of her free time anyway. And it was at night time, which was another positive aspect. She said to herself when she came to Belgrade that if she were to work, she would never work a day job. There was nothing of interest in the day time and besides that, she way weaken and tired by the sun, which would make the whole thing unpleasant.
The guy that summoned her spent several seconds thinking, either at what to order or on other things, before smiling back to her and talking. His voice matched his looks, but she had the feeling that his species was one she didn't encounter a lot. She was sure he wasn't a vampire, because the first thing she could hear before he began speaking was th beats of his heart. And she could rule out demon too, because she didn't actually sense a dark vibe from him. But her thoughts turned to his words and her smile grew a bit at his request.
Lyona, even though young still, had enough of personal experience with alcohol, even before becoming a vampire. Her nights in France when she began slipping away from her mother by sneaking out to parties and bad company were never event-less. She had experimented with enough types of mind-clouding substances. "Well, the first thing that comes to mind is a bottle of Pastis. I can personally vouch for the taste of it." she said with a smile, pronouncing the name with her rarely-used french accent. Memories of a guy who was high on something and that was trying to tell her about the drink came to mind and she smiled to herself at it. It was a long time since she last used the accent she was raised up with in France, and it brought up some good memories and some bittersweet ones too.
She was ready to move to get the bottle, but the man talked again, inviting her next to him to relax while she was on pause from work stuff. Her smile turned into a little smirk, one corner of her lip curving backwards. "That's very gallant of you." was all she said, before turning around to head for the bar. She didn't bother to ask the bartender for the bottle and went to get it herself, as he was prone to drop it or who knows what in her head. She placed into an ice bucket the bottle of Ricard Pastis and two bottles of water and with them and a tray with a few tall glasses she moved to the VIP table again.
She stopped next to him to place the glasses on the table, and the bucket next to in, on its place. Then she moved to add the liquor,water and ice to one glass, before pushing it on the table in front of the man, as if demanding him to try it. She wasn't sure why the first thing that came to her mind was the most French drink ever, but she didn't bother much on that thought. "What are you here for tonight? Work or pleasure?" she asked, while she took his earlier offer and sat next to him, hands going near her on the couch, while her head was turned to him with a smile.
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