Post by Ellis Pegg on Feb 19, 2010 15:17:02 GMT -5
[/i] and slipped her hands into her jean pockets wandering into the maze of fabrics.
They had agreed to meet here twenty-five minutes ago, to look through clothing and pick out what was best for the photo shoot and what the model wanted to wear. Ellis had been willing, even eager, to start this off and see what ideas popped into her head.. However, it seemed her temporary partner in crime didn't feel the same. Closing her eyes for a moment she inhaled slowly and then exhaled, her lips curling into a reluctant smirk. She got paid a compensation amount because they hadn't shown up to the scheduled appointment, so it was more of a win for her than anything else.
Meandering through the rows, upon rows, upon rows of clothing Ellis found herself disinterested until she came to a row of clothing that had been an experimental line in the designer world. She remembered this line, it had been rejected because the fashion industry had said they weren't good enough, but Ellis found her eyes glued and was in love within moments. They were odd, that was for sure, but they were also quirky and kind of cute. It would work well for an outdoor shoot - something exotic and yet contradicting as well.
And then? She saw it. The perfect outfit, the one ensemble that would spurr her imagination and also look great on the model that she was to take pictures of. Pulling out her blackberry, eyes still glued to the outfit, she dialed the number for the manager and once they picked up a benevolent smile curled onto Ellis's lips.
"You missed our appointment, and if we're to reach this deadline we need to get this moving. Now. So, if you don't want me to drop your photo shoot and piss your boss off, I suggest either you or the model get to the fourth floor in the next twenty minutes. Ciao, slick." Without waiting she ended the call. Someone would probably show up in a half an hour, just to say that they're rebellious but not to loose the shoot. They'd better reconsider that, Ellis thought, pulling the outfit out and inspecting it more closely, because I'm in a pissy fucking mood.
Outfit: Check it.
Notes: I was thinking that either someone could join as the model or manager, but if you think of something else go for it.
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