WHO → Open to Everyone. WHEN → September 11th (today). WHERE → Student union on the catwalk. WHAT → Modeling STATUS → In Progress WARNINGS → Catiness from NPC models, foul Language, the works~
Re: BackstagesuckmyciggsSeptember 12 2009, 22:56:44 UTC
Vincent walked in and looked around for the clothing racks. He'd seen enough British Top Model to last him a life time. Sighing he made a mental note to make sure to kill Alice and Emma later. Reaching for the black zip up that had his name on the side he peeked inside. From what he could tell the outfit was black and white. Greaaat. Something to show off how pale he can be.
Coughing he made his way towards the changing area and quickly put on the black and white cotton patterned shirt, tight black skinny jeans and complicated black shoes. He then reached into a ziplock baggy and pulled out two bracelets. One was a black nylon bracelet and the other was a leather wrap around. He also found a black ring rosary and a big floopy black beanie.
Why he had to wear this much amazed him. He made his way back to the clothes rack and hung up the garment bag that had his clothes in there. Turning around he accidentally bumped into one of the other male models.
"Eh? Sorry 'bout that..." However that didn't cut it as he was lifted a couple of inches from the floor for just simply brushing into the boy.
Re: BackstagerussiangriffinSeptember 13 2009, 00:26:54 UTC
"--there. Shit." His cheerful face dropped, and he held back the urge to groan. Really? Why--never mind. He wasn't a hero, far from it, but it would only make sense that he'd go save his boytoy. After all, he could have him pay him back~ "Be right back, Sayu!"
Dimitri waltzed up to the NPC temperamental model with a nice, sweet little smile placed on his face. He tapped his shoulder. "Hi, you're mishandling my property, sir." he announced simply, his smile widening into a grin.
Vincent saw a series of emotions flash through the male models face.
"He bumped into me! Made me spill my beverage!" Vincent rolled his eyes. "No I didn't you came out of nowhere--" He paused. "A-And I'm not your property Dimitri." Vincent snapped
He chuckled. "Then make him go get you a new one." he offered, making no attempt to get Vincent out of the model's bad graces. He ignored whatever Vincent was saying, but was smirking all the same.
"You see, he's been very bad lately, horridly naughty, so you shouldn't be so rough with him." Dimitri explained, managing too sound honestly apologetic. He leaned in closer to the model, and didn't try to mask the words he whispered. "That's my job, and I'm afraid I can't let you take it."
The model stared at Dimitri and then back at Vincent. Shuddering he set the boy down and walked off elsewhere.
Vincent rolled his eyes and straightened his shirt. Sighing he turned to Dimitri. "Ehh--thanks I guess?" Due to his cold he hadn't heard at all what Dimitri had whispered to the model, but he had a feeling that it wasn't good.
Dimitri bounced on the balls of his feet briefly, and looked at Vincent expectantly. "You can thank me later." he quipped, smirking.
He stepped toward Vincent and grabbed his shirt, yanking him closer. "But...I am expecting something in return..." he murmured, leaning in to Vincent's vicinity and nipped once at his lower lip. He paused, letting his lips linger near Vincent's. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
What was it with grabbing his shirt today? All thoughts however ceased as Dimitri nipped his lower lip. He blushed darkly, "B-beg pardon?" He stammered as he tugged irritably at his beanie.
He hummed, releasing Vincent's shirt and instead grabbing his hips, pulling them against his. "Oh, you know...since we've been so close..." he murmured, slowly smoothing his palms around Vincent's hips and sliding them into the butt pockets of his black skinny jeans. "So intimate...so..."
Dimitri rubbed up against him, and almost kissed him; his lips ghosted above Vincent's, barely touching but letting him know that they were there and ready to take over. "So...together, Vinny~ don't you miss it~?" he finished, planting a firm kiss while clenching his hands around what he could of Vincent's butt, holding him in place against his body.
Vincent gave a startled quiet yelp as he was pulled closer to Dimitri. Blast his immune system. Why did he have to get sick now? If he had his strength he could probably bat Dimitri away or something. He felt a shiver tickle down his spine as he shuddered at the contact.
His eyes closed half way as he groaned quietly. "H-haah... S-somewhat..." He murmured. Damn his cold. Damn him for being somewhat responsive.
Somewhat? Oh, now this was unexpected; points for Vinny.
Dimitri lifted himself up onto his tip-toes and nipped at Vincent's ear, giving it a possessive tug before touching their cheeks together. "Oh, you did~?" he cooed softly as if he felt sorry for his ex-roomie. He nuzzled him, only to lean into his ear much closer. "Shame for you that payback's a bitch, Vinny." he whispered harshly, yanking himself away abruptly, hands out of Vincent's butt pockets, feet carrying him graceful but strict steps back.
His gray eyes set on Vincent as he straightened up and smoothed out his shirt. He was super-serious, his gaze not hiding any dark motives he may--and did--have, while his sudden smile was sickeningly sweet. "Petunia 311. If you're not there by midnight, well, you won't like it so much, so please come, da?"
With that he grabbed his trench off a nearby chair, slung it over his shoulder and walked off without giving Vincent another glance.
Vincent half expected Dimitri to pull something like that. Shaking his head he attempted to get out of that stupor he had succumbed to.
"I won't like what, Dimitri?" Vincent questioned. Why the hell was this Russian spouting out orders to him? He was older then this guy for Christ sake!
Re: BackstagewhysokidnappedSeptember 13 2009, 00:36:40 UTC
Sayu followed Dimitri's gaze and saw where Vincent was being held hostage by a giant model. "..Oh. Yeah, go help him." She waved Dimitri away, knowing that if he didn't go, Vincent would probably become model-mush.
Come to think of it, Vincent actually did look pretty good in those model clothes. Too bad they were getting all stretched like that...
Oh well! In the meantime, Sayu decided to go get dressed.
Coughing he made his way towards the changing area and quickly put on the black and white cotton patterned shirt, tight black skinny jeans and complicated black shoes. He then reached into a ziplock baggy and pulled out two bracelets. One was a black nylon bracelet and the other was a leather wrap around. He also found a black ring rosary and a big floopy black beanie.
Why he had to wear this much amazed him. He made his way back to the clothes rack and hung up the garment bag that had his clothes in there. Turning around he accidentally bumped into one of the other male models.
"Eh? Sorry 'bout that..." However that didn't cut it as he was lifted a couple of inches from the floor for just simply brushing into the boy.
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Dimitri waltzed up to the NPC temperamental model with a nice, sweet little smile placed on his face. He tapped his shoulder. "Hi, you're mishandling my property, sir." he announced simply, his smile widening into a grin.
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"He bumped into me! Made me spill my beverage!" Vincent rolled his eyes. "No I didn't you came out of nowhere--" He paused. "A-And I'm not your property Dimitri." Vincent snapped
The model raised his eyebrow a tad uninterested.
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"You see, he's been very bad lately, horridly naughty, so you shouldn't be so rough with him." Dimitri explained, managing too sound honestly apologetic. He leaned in closer to the model, and didn't try to mask the words he whispered. "That's my job, and I'm afraid I can't let you take it."
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Vincent rolled his eyes and straightened his shirt. Sighing he turned to Dimitri. "Ehh--thanks I guess?" Due to his cold he hadn't heard at all what Dimitri had whispered to the model, but he had a feeling that it wasn't good.
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He stepped toward Vincent and grabbed his shirt, yanking him closer. "But...I am expecting something in return..." he murmured, leaning in to Vincent's vicinity and nipped once at his lower lip. He paused, letting his lips linger near Vincent's. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
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Dimitri rubbed up against him, and almost kissed him; his lips ghosted above Vincent's, barely touching but letting him know that they were there and ready to take over. "So...together, Vinny~ don't you miss it~?" he finished, planting a firm kiss while clenching his hands around what he could of Vincent's butt, holding him in place against his body.
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His eyes closed half way as he groaned quietly. "H-haah... S-somewhat..." He murmured. Damn his cold. Damn him for being somewhat responsive.
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Dimitri lifted himself up onto his tip-toes and nipped at Vincent's ear, giving it a possessive tug before touching their cheeks together. "Oh, you did~?" he cooed softly as if he felt sorry for his ex-roomie. He nuzzled him, only to lean into his ear much closer. "Shame for you that payback's a bitch, Vinny." he whispered harshly, yanking himself away abruptly, hands out of Vincent's butt pockets, feet carrying him graceful but strict steps back.
His gray eyes set on Vincent as he straightened up and smoothed out his shirt. He was super-serious, his gaze not hiding any dark motives he may--and did--have, while his sudden smile was sickeningly sweet. "Petunia 311. If you're not there by midnight, well, you won't like it so much, so please come, da?"
With that he grabbed his trench off a nearby chair, slung it over his shoulder and walked off without giving Vincent another glance.
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"I won't like what, Dimitri?" Vincent questioned. Why the hell was this Russian spouting out orders to him? He was older then this guy for Christ sake!
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Come to think of it, Vincent actually did look pretty good in those model clothes. Too bad they were getting all stretched like that...
Oh well! In the meantime, Sayu decided to go get dressed.
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