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Post by eve on Jan 12, 2013 21:27:54 GMT -8
The school bell rang and for the first time in her life, Eve didn't want the last period of school to be over. Exams were about to start back up, along with graduation - she should be happy to be leaving the school! Only she wasn't terribly happy because her car was in the shop and her friend was going to have to take her to work.
Under any normal circumstance, this would have been a minor hitch in the days' plans. Her friend Shax was no normal circumstance, neither was her job. Her car had been totaled in the apartment parkinglot and with no other way to get home, she'd asked to bum a ride home with Shax. She'd known the boy for about two years and they bickered like two wet hens some of the time. He was the only person she trusted to take her to work. Mainly because where she worked was... well, a secret really. Masked Fantasies was a modeling agency that focused on lingerie and masquerade elements. One minute she could be in a ballgown the next she could be in a teddy with four other women. It was a job that nobody knew she had except for her parents and her roommate Tsuyu. Now she was going to let Shax know, and she wasn't sure how she was going to explain it.
She'd taken the job to make her parents mad and for the attention a year ago, but she'd actually found herself liking the job. She wasn't the star model or anything, but she enjoyed being under the lights and making someone's creative vision a reality. It just wasn't a profession that was widely accepted when you were in a prep school and you were a senior. She already got blonde jokes or busty jokes at least once a day.
Eve ran a hand through her hair as she walked to the side of the building to wait for Shax. She'd texted him earlier asking for the favor and after a few periods he'd responded. On a leap of faith she'd given him the address. She halfway wanted him to figure it out for himself before they got there, but she wasn't holding her breath. The spiky black haired male would no doubt disapprove, she thought. Or have some smart ass comment to say about it.
Eve shifted from foot to foot as she waited for the boy to show up and adjusted her school bag on her shoulder.
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Post by shax on Jan 15, 2013 5:50:27 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background-color:#282828]000 words Traveling endlessly. The ones we trusted the most Pushed us far away. And there's no one road And we should not be the same. But I'm just a ghost And still they echo me. They echo me in circles. | [atrb=style, width:250px;][atrb=valign, top] we are just misguided ghosts There were days where Shax really hated school and today had been one of them. Not only had he been "horrifically late" according to his first period teacher, but he was given an extra assignment for missing most of the class. And when he wanted to consult the teacher about it, he was gifted with a detention after being rude to his teacher and "causing a disturbance" in an empty classroom. And after having an argument with the dean, he was given two other detentions. Not that he was going to go anyways; why would he do such a bothersome thing like that when he had other stuff to do?
Sometimes, he wondered why he bothered staying in this school. Sure, it was one of the places that offered a good education and all that jazz, but Shax stuck out like a sore thumb half the time. Unlike most of his classmates, he wasn't exactly spoiled rotten and he most certainly didn't depend on his parents for money. Not that it mattered much when your adoptive father hates you and sent you over to the stupid school in the first place so he didn't have to deal with you. Nope, Shax really wasn't all that comfortable with being in this school despite being there for nearly three years.
Pulling out his phone as he walked down the hallway, the odd-eyed male remembered about Eve's request. He immediately turned into another hallway as he walked outside of the building, looking for a certain blonde. Once he spotted her, he made his way on over. "Hey Blondie," he called out to her casually, ruffling the hair on the back of his head. "So that address you gave me is where exactly?" he asked with an eyebrow raised at her. He really didn't recognize the address, so perhaps she would be helpful in telling him.
The black-haired male turned around and started walking, pausing only momentarily to wait for Eve. "Are you coming, blondie? Or are you going to stand there like a ditz all day?" he teased. |
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Post by eve on Jan 15, 2013 16:47:15 GMT -8
Lucky for Shax, Eve hadn't heard about the problems he'd "caused" this morning. She had only seen him in one of her classes, but they'd been seperated for group projects so she hadn't been able to talk to him at all. Now--
Hey Blondie.
Eve turned just in time to get part of her hair ruffled. Like a well oiled machine she reached up to shoo his hands away. He had ruffled her hair millions of times before, and she'd shoo'd him off just as many. It still made her twitch a little. "Well hi to you too," So where is this address exactly? She froze for a minute as he continued walking. Great, right to the chase huh? Eve felt her nerves jingle in her stomach as she looked at the back of Shax's head. He hadn't looked into it at all, which meant he didn't know, which meant she was going to have to tell him, and--
"Are you coming blondie? Or are you going to stand there like a ditz all day?" Eve snapped out of it long enough to shoot Shax a sulking look before she jogged to catch up to him. "I'm not a ditz," she mumbled. He didn't mean anything by it, she knew. Like she said, it was almost routine. "And the address? It's ah, midtownish... kinda sorta near the artist alley area, where all the buildings are graffited tastefully? That area." Ballet studios, tortured painters, hookah shops -- that was the area she worked in.
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Post by shax on Jan 21, 2013 19:09:53 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background-color:#282828]000 words Traveling endlessly. The ones we trusted the most Pushed us far away. And there's no one road And we should not be the same. But I'm just a ghost And still they echo me. They echo me in circles. | [atrb=style, width:250px;][atrb=valign, top] we are just misguided ghosts A brief chuckle rumbled in Shax's chest once Eve caught up with him. In all honesty, the teenager was glad that she knew he was joking. Otherwise, it would probably end up like the all other times where he had actually pissed her off and he had to go apologize to her whether he wanted to or not. He absolutely abhorred ticking her off and having to apologize to her. It's not that he was completely cold-hearted; no, he actually very much cared about her being alright. It was just... he didn't do apologies nor did he allow other's emotions affect him.
The odd-eyed male had hardly been paying attention to what Eve had been saying. He barely caught the end of her statement when he snapped out of his thoughts. "What the hell would you want to do over there?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. "You're the last person I would see hanging around that area," he muttered, grabbing onto her arm and dragging her over to the direction of his car.
Once they got right next to the 2007 silver prius, he immediately let her arm go and proceeded to jump inside his car as he pulled out his phone. "You know blondie, you telling me the general area isn't going to help me much. I'd actually like to know where I'm going so I don't get lost," he stated gruffly, staring at the address she had sent earlier and punching it into the gps on his phone. It only took a few seconds for the screen to show the quickest route. Setting his phone aside after setting up the verbal directions, Shax waited patiently for Eve to get into the car.
Shax had noticed her behave a little differently when it came to the address and he couldn't help wonder why. Was there something there that she was ashamed or nervous about? And if so, what could it possibly be? It's not like the little goodie two-shoes rich girl would do anything illegal right? |
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Post by eve on Jan 23, 2013 21:36:51 GMT -8
What would she wanna do over there? "Well, that's where my job is dumb dumb. I told you the address before, remember?" Eve tried to smooth her nerves as they walked to his car. She'd ridden in it multiple times before as she opened the door and settled herself in. She buckled up and put her backpack on her lap as he started keying in the directions on his GPS. It would be a decent, semi-long car ride. Traffic wouldn't be so bad, it was just getting to it that took so long. Busses weren't reliable, and cabs were ungodly expensive. Her parents gave her a 'pension' of sorts, but that went towards bills, groceries, school books.... her work money all went into savings.
She might have been a ditz, but at least she kept her finances in order.
"Take the main highway. You'll get off at exit fifty six B, and go to the left. From there it's just a lot of red lights until you hit the artsy district. When we get closer, I'll tell you... or the GPS will." Eve started toying with the straps of her backpack. Should she tell him now and get it over with, or tell him as she was getting out of the car and she could shut the door on his reaction. The girl wasn't sure which way to go. "Let's play a game. Hypothetically speaking, of course. What would you do if you found out that a friend was a model. For example let's say a.... hm, an underwear model. What would you do."
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Post by shax on Feb 16, 2013 11:33:13 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background-color:#282828]000 words Traveling endlessly. The ones we trusted the most Pushed us far away. And there's no one road And we should not be the same. But I'm just a ghost And still they echo me. They echo me in circles. | [atrb=style, width:250px;][atrb=valign, top] we are just misguided ghosts Shax really wanted to roll his eyes at the blonde female next to him. She could be such a child at times and it often got on his nerves. She should be happy that he even bothered to help her out and drop her off at work. But instead of glaring at her or even saying anything to her, he just threw his phone off to the side before pulling out of the parking spot.
Following Eve's directions to her workplace, he was momentarily caught off-guard by her little "game." What in the living hell is she going on about? he wondered, giving her a quizzical sideways glance as they stopped at a red light. They weren't anywhere near the art section of the city yet; they were just about to actually get on the highway. This question made him suddenly dread the car ride over.
"What's this all about, blondie? You've never brought anything like this up before, so what gives?" he questioned her suspiciously, shooting her another glance before turning onto the highway and speeding up. "But I guess it depends on who it is," he shrugged. "Really, it wouldn't bother me any unless I'm being dragged into it. That's where I draw the damn line. But anyways, why does it matter? Do you know someone that's an underwear model or something?"
Just as they spoke, the odd-eyed male exited at the correct highway and followed the directions to the letter. However, Shax couldn't get over the fact that the blonde next to him was acting a bit weirder than normal. Was she in some sort of trouble? That would definitely explain why she'd actually go work all the way out here in this area, he quipped mentally as they came to another red light. "Now where am I going, blondie? And... you're not in some kind of trouble, right?"
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Post by eve on Feb 18, 2013 22:21:26 GMT -8
This is the part that was going to be uncomfortable - the drive. She was hoping that he would put the pieces together, but he was proving to be a tough, stubborn SOB. Stupid boys, Eve thought. She fidgeted with her hands before she caught on and laced her hands in her lap. Shax looked annoyed with her enough as it was, so she knew that he would want her to cut to the chase eventually.
"You'll take a left on Peterson lake until you see the blue and white buildings. I'm the second driveway on the right. There's a big black and white sign that says MF Inc. That's where I work."
Was she in some sort of trouble? Eve lifted her hands in a peaceful gesture. "No no, I'm not in any trouble. I'm fine. I just wanted to know what your opinion about it was." It wasn't that reassuring, really. She looked anywhere but him. Would he think less of her that she stripped for a camera? It wasn't stripping, persay. She was fully covered most of the time!
... okay, so that wasn't completely truthful. She was covered on the parts that mattered. Even topless shoots she either had a prop, her arm, or a piece of furniture. Every once in awhile there might be a slip, but she trusted her contract and her manager at the studio that those never got published. Masked Fantasies Incorporated was a lingerie company that had photography and products. They weren't Victoria's Secret, but every product had a mask that covered the identities of the models. It was a good thing, at least in Eve's opinion, because there were crazy people out there. That and if you were linked to rich people that the news liked to follow (cough mom and dad cough), it was better to go under a false identity than brazenly print your name.
Her parents may not have cared about her, but they cared about their reputation. Unfortunately for them, they had a daughter whose actions reflected on them. "Well, the reason for all these questions is good, I promise." They were off the highway now and getting closer and closer to their destination. "Because, I uh... well, I work for MF Inc.... and it stands for Masked Fantasies Incorporated." She waited a beat and chanced a glance. "I'm a fantasies underwear model." Really, what she was expecting, was for Shax to say smart remarks. And wouldn't it be better if he did? If he said smart remarks, at least she could quip back with some of her own. Or something. Hell, Eve didn't know anymore.
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