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Post by Andrew Harris on Aug 16, 2009 11:52:09 GMT -5
Andrew sat comfortably in the lounge, his eyes constantly alert as they searched around the room. He was frozen in an attempted position of relaxation. He often hung about the lounge in hope of getting spotted. You could say that he was the most dedicated guy in the business, except for the fact that he actually wasn’t apart of the business, he was just a wannabe, a dreamer without the spark. He heaved a heavy sigh, as he crossed his arms over his slender chest. His face gaunt he chewed eagerly on the insides of his cheeks. He’d never been one of the tough guys who you’d see in magazines posing and flexing their muscles, instead he was elegantly thin, a rotting corpse with a blood stream. But everyone knew models were supposed to look like that, a healthy glow wasn’t required or maybe it was, maybe that was what he was lacking. He stood up, standing tall, as he made his way to the vender machine. Food wasn’t that attractive to him, it just stood out in calories and one inch off a potential contract. He typed in a number for an energy bar and inserted his money as it came crashing to a halt in the collection point.
So he probably wouldn’t eat it, he’d only nibble at it. Eating wasn’t really his thing but exercise was and taking his dog Loaf out for a walk was, alongside drinking. Drew was a pretty big drinker when it came down to it, he was often out at night getting bladdered after a bad day of stalking down agents. It just seemed to him that whether he hit on them, begged them or did it the professional way it still wasn’t happening and he wasn’t too sure whether his dreams of becoming a model would ever happen. He took a seat back where he was sitting, pulling up his legs as he tried to grow comfortable on the couch, opening the wrapper. Just having an energy bar in his hand gave the impression that he ate well, that he ate like a normal nineteen year old boy should eat. It was all about appearances.
ooc ;; sorry it's so bad.
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Post by david castillo on Aug 16, 2009 13:58:47 GMT -5
 another bag of b o n e sEntering the lounge, David slipped out his wallet and keys from his pocket, tossing them on a near by coffee table as he hurried about. It was his first day to do a photo shoot since he'd been gone and he was incredibly nervous. More nervous than when he had been a little 18 year old kid doing his first shoot for the agency ever. Then he looked fresh, now he looked older with less hair more problems.
Pausing for a moment, he filled his mug with warm coffee and all of the fixings, a little bit of skim milk and sugar in the raw. He stirred the cup, tasted it, and then added a bit more sugar before looking up. The lounge was pretty much empty and he hadn't noticed until now. The only person around was a thin fellow that he'd never seen before. He had probably been hired during his little 'vacation'. Leaning up against the counter, he grinned a bit. New models were so entertaining sometimes. That or they were terrible little brats.
"Hey, chico, you new around here?" David asked, lifting his mug to his lips as he awaited a response. For the next 30 minutes, David was going to see who this kid though he was.
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Post by Andrew Harris on Aug 16, 2009 16:58:04 GMT -5
Andrew glanced up as the older man started to talk to him, well he didn’t look too much older, maybe a few years or so, maybe less but that wasn’t the point, the point was some guy was talking to him. He had access into the agency and as Andrew looked up at him, watching his stance, observing him, he was assessing the situation and trying to figure out what the best way to react would be. He wanted to find a way in and as far as he knew this guy could be anyone. Drew allowed soft amusement to grace over his features, ”Chico?” Andrew asked, his lips almost teasing the name out. He’d never really heard of that before but maybe if he sucked it up, and maybe if he went with it he could be known as Chico, the cool new guy. ”How did you know my name?” he asked him, the same amusement flowing through his tone. He looked down at the energy bar as he removed his glance from the other guy. He didn’t know him but maybe he was a scout, maybe he was an agent looking for fresh talent in the business. Drew took a bite from the bar, almost forcing himself not to gag or cringe as the material, if that’s what it was supposed to be called, crunched against his teeth. He felt so unclean, it made him feel so unclean to eat it, to eat something but in order to fit in with any of the people here he had to eat. ”Tasty,” Drew mused aloud with a small roll of his eyes, as tasty as it was he couldn’t wait to get it out of his body. ”Anyway, you asked if I’m new right?” Drew asked him as he returned his glance to the man.
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Post by david castillo on Aug 16, 2009 19:03:46 GMT -5
another bag of b o n e s
One of the things David absolutely loved about New York was people rarely took Spanish in school. Usually, they took French or Latin instead, thus, none of them ever knew what he was calling them. The kid's response made him smile a bit. Oh, we had a bit of a suck up here. He took a drink from his coffee mug before setting it down next to his wallet and keys and taking a seat himself. For the best, he decided to ignore the whole chico comment. His English wasn't quick enough to think up a good response to that.
"You know, the food in the vending machine is about three years old, yeah?" he asked, looking at the breakfast bar the kid was nibbling on. No one messed with shit in there, it was so bad for you. Anyone that wanted anything to eat knew that they should go out to get something or bring something from home. He was amused at the fact that the kid was either really new, or no one liked him enough to tell him that little fact about the vending machine. He grabbed his mug and took another sip of his coffee.
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Post by Andrew Harris on Aug 17, 2009 5:34:54 GMT -5
Andrew glanced down at the bar in his hand. It was an excuse to rid himself of it but then it also made him look really stupid for not knowing it, not checking out dates or any of that business. It wasn’t a way to get in with people so he had two choices, he could play oblivious finding out the facts, or he could play the ‘I already knew and eat it anyway’. It was a card he had to play and chose yet finding the right answer was becoming menacingly tricky. He inhaled a deep breath before turning around to look at the other man, ”Who are you?” Andrew asked as he lowered the food from his mouth, holding it between his finger tips. It was the simplest question he could think to ask, he was a pretty guy he must be a model but then so many people in the industry were pretty, so many of them dressed to impress. Fashion ruled their life and was apart of each and every day. ”I mean what are you into? See I’m looking for a way in.” He admitted bravely, his eyes watching this boy intently for a clue as to what he was thinking.
He felt outcasted from the rest, these were all people who had made something and they strolled with ease, as if it was so easy to get into. Yet here sat Drew doing everything he could think of to get an acceptance. Getting into law school was a whole lot easier than modelling, he kind of wished he'd stuck with it, at least he would've had some sort of money and it wouldn't be as appearance orientated so he would probably fit in a lot more, blending in with the people who weren't model pretty. It was strange to him, how good looking everyone was here, it was like bumping into perfection everywhere you turned. Andrew let out a sigh and slouched back in the chair, posture lacking. He knew it was wrong, probably even illegal, you had to sit and stand confident but he couldn't have the patience right now to do that.
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Post by david castillo on Aug 17, 2009 12:52:40 GMT -5
another bag of b o n e s
”Who are you?” That was a tough question with a simple answer. It wasn't supposed to be a question of life or anything, so David shrugged and answered. "I'm just a model, but the person you need to talk to around here is Rose." That is, if he could ever get an appointment with her. But Rose was usually willing to at least look at a portfolio when she had the time. Pausing for a moment, he glanced down at his watch to check the time. He had a few minutes of giving instructions if the kid, David suddenly realized that he didn't know his name, needed it. Once again, he took a gulp of his coffee before placing it back on the table.
"I'm guessing you have a portfolio, yeah?" David asked, fiddling his fingers a bit. They were probably the most annoying and important thing to have, especially if you had someone else getting you photo shoots. "That's really the only good way in, to have a good portfolio." It must have taken David about two or three revisions before he actually started getting work. He leaned back in the chair he had taken a seat in and held back a cough.
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