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[Cassandra Madeline Sultry]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY Even if Cassandra was a little rusty, not having participated in a photo shoot like this for a few months now, she had not forgotten the basis rules that were needed in order to prep for the day. First off, don’t show up to a shoot dressed up; it’ll just take you longer to get into whatever they want you to wear. When Cassandra had convinced herself that she had to roll out of bed and greet the day, she had a pre-selected outfit that would be comfortable and yet still flattering for when she made her way to the studio. Also you weren’t supposed to do a lot with your hair either. She considered putting it up in a pony tail just to get there, but she was feeling particularly fetching this morning and the blonde knew that she was at her best when she let her wavy locks down, loose all around her shoulders to glimmer in the gold like sunlight. Plus it appeared to be a beautiful day outside; it was going to be the kind of day where she could put the top down on her convertible. She’d also not had any red wine or coffee the day before, leaving her smile as white and charismatic as always. Along with that, since she was more than likely going to be standing in heels all day during the shoot, it would be a bit silly to wear heels for when she arrived and when she had to go home, so she stuck to a cute pair of embellished flats that she just loved. There were a few other rules as well that she didn’t follow quite as strictly. For instance, the no make-up rule. Cassandra decided she could do with just a tiny bit of mascara and some very light pink lipstick which was on more to moisturize her lips than for anything else. And maybe it wasn’t so wise to have on another fragrance when she was going to be participating in a photo shoot to advertise a completely different cologne, but she wasn’t sure how she could leave the house without the tiniest sprits of Chanel No 5. The scent was simple, clean and classic, not to mention expensive, and she felt as if it suited her on a day like today where she wasn’t pulling out all the stops. She hadn’t gotten a whiff of what she would be advertising yet, but she was sure that it couldn’t necessarily be something that smelled awful. Maybe she’d even find a new favourite scent. Right now the perfume she wore when she was going out and had big hopes for the day was LOLA by Marc Jacobs. It was a rose perfume, and typically having rose in a perfume made it too strong, but somehow the scent was light, flowery and also a little... Sultry. It was as if the scent was made for her. Once she’d brushed out her golden locks, grabbed a portable bottle of saline solution for her contacts in case she needed it, and brushed her teeth, she felt she was ready to head out the door, making a note of not tripping over a nearby stack of law textbooks that she kept near the loveseat. She brought a bigger bag with her since it would be wiser to keep her clothes together there instead of just strewn about where she would be dressing for the shoot. Plus that way she was less likely to leave any of her chosen accessories behind. Cassandra also had on a slip underneath her clothes so that when she was in-between shoots she wouldn’t just be left in her skivvies, especially if the studio they were working in was incredibly cold. It was just a thin, flimsy thing, but it was certainly better than nothing. Grabbing her keys on the way out of her apartment, she walked out the door and towards the elevator. This gig was supposed to pay well, but money was certainly not a concern of hers, and it was obvious with the Louis Vuitton bag she was carrying and the Marc Jacobs stud earrings she had on that were shaped like rounded zippers. She came from wealth and didn’t do this kind of work on the side of being in school for the money as much as she did for the exposure and for the attention. Not to mention, modeling was fun! She’d gotten a knack for posing in front of the camera when she was a little girl, and it was a place where she felt in her element to this very day. Traffic in Florida wasn’t comparable to how it had been in Lockport while she lived there. Coral Ridge was a much more popular place. In Lockport she could really exercise the horse power on her car, but when she was here she didn’t really have that much of an option. Even so, it was only about twenty minutes before she arrived at New Heights Production Studios. Pulling up to the parking attendant, she brought her car window down and smiled at the male balding attendant, telling him, ”My name is Cassandra Sultry, I have a photo shoot here today, there should have been a parking pass left for me here?”

[/color] The man nodded, his eyes lingering on her sunny smile before going to rummage around in his small booth before he found the pass, handing it over to her. Her smile widened slightly, she gave a curt but cute, ”Thanks!”[/color] before driving under the raised partition and not having a lot of trouble finding a spot close to the front. Once she was out of the car, she only had to move to the reception desk where she was given a day access pass to move through the building, and the receptionist led her towards the exact studio that they were preparing for the shoot. She could tell who the photographer was by his white t-shirt and his enigmatic haircut.

”Miss Sultry, right on time! We’d like to get you into hair and make-up now, Carol will bring you over to your area.” Turning her smile on to the photographer, she then moved to follow the make-up assistant to where her area was. She didn’t have to strip down just yet; they just wanted to get her hair and make-up ready. As she felt somebody move to her hair to begin running a brush through it and while a make-up artist smiled at her, introducing himself and beginning to look over her to see what needed to be done, she happened to glance at the two fragrance bottles in bulk cases on the counter. ”Ooh, I haven’t checked out the perfume yet, hand me one”[/color] she said to her make-up man, and he moved over to pull the bottle of the female fragrance out. She sprayed the air in front of her and took a whiff. Also flowery, but closer to lilac than rose; it reminded her of spring time, and she rather enjoyed that. ”Lovely...”[/color] was the first word that came out, since it seemed to be the only word that could really do the scent justice. ”Let me try out the men’s fragrance as well.”[/color] Her guess was that the male that she was to be photographed with hadn’t arrived yet, but that wasn’t necessarily true; she just hadn’t seen him so far. The make-up man handed her the bottle, and as she gave it a whiff her make-up artist said to her, ”Alright, we’re just going to need a little bit of foundation right here...”[/color]
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[Victor Chase Hawthorne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. Victor woke up early on a daily basis, he had a morning ritual of drinking a protein shake and going for a nice jog around the neighborhood before returning back to his apartment and taking a warm shower to relax his muscles. While he was required by his personal trainer and his publicist to stay in shape he mainly did it for himself, it made him feel good to know that he wasn’t just being lazy and lounging around the house. He liked to get out there and be active, though he would admit that there were a few days every once in a while where he’d take a day off from working out and have a cheese burger and lounge around the apartment, but those days were few and far between. More often than not he’d feel bad about taking a day off from his daily regimen and would double his workout the very next day. Though, that wasn’t to say that he was a major athletic buff, because he certainly wasn’t. He wasn’t buff or ripped, though he’d admit that his body was nicely toned. After his shower he took a quick glance at his closet, trying to decide what to wear to the photoshoot. He hadn’t really been in all that many photoshoots before, and the ones he had been in had mostly been for the promotional poster for a movie or television show that he had been starring in so all he had to do was dress in character. However, this one was completely different since he’d essentially be the spokesperson for a new men’s fragrance. After rummaging through his closet he decided on something casual, figuring that once he got there they’d be dressing him in the clothing that they needed him to wear for the photoshoot anyway. Checking his watch he decided that it was about time for him to be heading out, traffic was usually a nightmare to navigate through, even at this hour of the morning, and it was better to be a few minutes early than late anyhow. Snatching up his leather messenger bag, throwing the strap over his shoulder, he grabbed his keys and left his apartment. His vehicle of choice? A silver Lexus LFA, not the most expensive car he could’ve purchased but he liked the design and had fallen in love with it regardless, besides he wasn’t here to blow his money on ostentatious things that only served the purpose of drawing attention to him. It was actually kind of funny how cheap he really was. He made quite a bit of money from his movie and television appearances but for the most part he kept every penny he received stashed away in his bank account. All he needed was a roof over his head, a car, and his job—anything else was extra. Though there were some days when family or friends would stop into town to visit him and he’d take them out to an expensive restaurant or buy them expensive gifts, but he rarely ever spent his money on himself. He pulled into the parking garage of the studio, stopping at the security booth, “’Ello, I’m Victor Hawthorne, I’m in the photoshoot scheduled this afternoon..” He seemed almost unsure of himself for a moment but he kept eye contact with the security guard, who seemed to be grilling him to see whether or not he was lying or not before checking his clipboard. “Hawthorne, Victor. Alright, you’re on here. Here’s your pass, go on ahead, they’re expecting you.” His lips twitched into a polite smile as he inclined his head to thank the guard before he pulled forward to find a parking spot. After finding a parking spot on the second floor of the parking garage, he made his way towards the impressive glass building towering above him. He’d been to New Heights quite a few times already, but everytime he was here the shear height and structure of the building never ceased to amaze him. “There you are! We were starting to worry.” A young woman ran up to him, relief washing over her as soon as she reached him, “You’re going to come this way so Ramone can style your hair and make you all handsome for the shoot.” She guided him over to a chair that resembled one that you’d find in a hair salon, where a very flamboyant looking young man was waiting for him. Without saying a word, he began to comb, hairspray, and style Victor’s hair, giving it a slight spike in the front. After his hair was done they applied a light mask of foundation for the cameras, “So what’s this stuff smell like anyway?” He asked his stylist, attempting casual conversation. Ramone smiled a dazzling smile before handing him one of the bottles from the counter, “Try it, I think it’s absolutely divine!” He sprayed a squirt of the cologne on his wrist and took a whiff, nodding his head in appreciation, “I like it, I’ll have to pick up a bottle.” A light chuckle escaped through his parted lips. “Oh no need for that! They’re giving you and Cassandra a bottle to take home today. Consider it a gift from the company.” “Cassandra? Is that the name of who I’ll be working with today?” The Australian actor asked quizzically, only to receive a nod in response before he was tossed out of his seat and directed towards wardrobe. 912 words, OUTFIT, sorry it's terrible! next one will be better <3

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[Cassandra Madeline Sultry]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY It was such a luxury to have somebody else brushing her hair, and she was surprised why she didn’t hire somebody to brush her hair nightly so that she could always feel this relaxed before she went to sleep each night. While she could be a bit frivolous with her money at times, specifically when she was in the mood to step away from her studying to go out shopping, Cassandra couldn’t actually picture herself hiring a professional hair brusher to help her get a good night’s sleep; that was a bit too impractical. As she took a whiff of the men’s cologne, she noticed it was just as pleasant as the women’s perfume, if not more so. There was something... alluring about the scent. Honestly it reminded her of all of those Axe commercials where the guys would use the body spray and the women would more or less attack them. The scent seemed to contain a kind of pull; it also reminded her of those moments when she was first with a new guy and everything still felt electric and somehow dangerous, usually heightened by alcohol. Cassandra was tempted to ask one of the people hovering around if they had slipper pheromones into this stuff, but before the words came out they were abandoning doing anything too elaborate with her hair for the moment and gesturing her towards where she would be getting dressed. She was in there with a couple wardrobe people, and there was certainly a wide variety of clothes that she could end up wearing for this shoot. When it came to getting dressed for a shoot, there was no possible way to really remain modest when you had three to four people helping to get undressed and then get into the clothes. This was something that she had gotten used to as she started getting more and more modeling jobs. Not to mention she’d shared changing rooms with her female and gay male friends when she went on her shopping ventures since she was 13, so it hadn’t been all that awkward in the first place. Typically a shoot like this was consistently rushed and hectic, but the two wardrobe people, one female and one male, were taking their time browsing through the options on the racks. ”Never met wardrobe people that weren’t strung out on coffee and fear of their photographer”

[/color] she said to them, and the female laughed, still browsing through the racks. ”We’re making good time so far actually; the other model hasn’t even showed up yet.”[/color] That was a little surprising, but definitely not out of the ordinary.

Both of the wardrobe people helped Cassandra, once she stripped down to her underwear, into a red and violet dress with a very, very full skirt that was incredibly elegant. Park Avenue meets Princess Di. As she stood in front of a three-way mirror, the wardrobe people and her hair guy chattered around her, holding up her long locks in various positions to decide just how they wanted it. In so many ways Cassandra knew that she was just their Barbie doll, to stylize and accessorize in any way that they saw fit. She could remember how she at times loathed this sort of lifestyle, but only if that was all that a person chose to amount to. And it might have appeared that modeling was her only aspiration, but she knew better than anyone that it wasn’t the case, so it honestly didn’t matter what anybody else thought. She was going to go to law school (and had been accepted to a number of them) and she was going to become a sensational prosecution attorney, simple as that.

In the end, they couldn’t fully decide on what they wanted to do, so they went to go and pull a few more samples and Cassandra was free for a few moments, so she put her slip back on so she wasn’t all out in the open. They had already done her basic make-up, not doing anything too dramatic with her eyes or lips just yet, and had merely brushed out her hair and sprayed it a bit with regular hair spray as well as a sparkle spray. Deciding that she wasn’t going to stick around her surroundings and maybe give the wardrobe people heart palpitations by making them think she’d left to get coffee or something, she moved out of the room and wandered the halls of the place. She didn’t really have a destination in mind, and certainly didn’t need coffee; the scent of hairspray and perfume was enough to wake her up when she had a shoot to do. She happened to hear a voice that was oddly familiar coming from another room, and she tiptoed in her bare feet towards the voice. The voice led her to a doorway that was ajar to a make-up area that was a lot like hers, which meant the door she could see inside of the room lead to a similar wardrobe department. The voice in question had come from the man that had come from one of the two men that were organizing various forms of make-up on the counter, and she definitely recognized where it came from.

”Raphael?!”[/color] One of the two stylists turned their head, this one having red hair with blonde highlights that might look garish under fluorescent lights (as she knew from another shoot the two had worked on together when she first came to Coral Ridge), but it looked very charming in softer settings. The man’s face brightened when he took in the gorgeous blonde in a pink slip leaning against the door frame. ”Oh my Goodness, mon Cherie, it has been waaay too long!”[/color] His voice was hyped up at the sight of her. Cassandra rushed into the room to hug her old friend and colleague of sorts, and they air kissed briefly before separating. ”Effervescent as ever I see, my darling. Ooh, except for your make-up, you’ve got a build up of foundation right... here...”[/color] he told her, noticing some excess make-up along her jaw line, bringing his thumb up to smooth it over. Smiling, she said in response. ”Well that’s because you didn’t do it, Ralphy.”[/color] He giggled pleasantly and only said to her, ”Touche.” Smiling, she glanced over at the closed door towards wardrobe. ”So are you guys assigned to work on the other model whenever he gets here?”[/color]

”Oh he’s here, they’re just dressing him now.” Cassandra’s eyebrows quirked up and her make-up artist friend continued by saying, ”And he’s not a model; he’s an actor. Big name next to your pretty face and these guys will have quite the ad.” Cassandra chuckled, and couldn’t deny that she was intrigued. It wasn’t just that she was in the midst of an actor instead of a model; being an actor didn’t get her going. She’d encountered guys in the business before that and knew that they could be the dullest men she had ever met in her life, so it was nothing special. But it was definitely something that made today a lot more interesting than she had previously assumed it would be. Of course, a tiny part of her was hoping that Ryan Gosling was getting dressed behind that door. ”Well, my guys aren’t in any sort of rush; think I’ll pop in for a spell.”[/color] Smiling, her friend moved out of the way so that she had clear access to the door. Cassandra was half tempted to just open the door since there truly was no such thing as decency in a photo shoot, even between the models, but since she knew the guy was an actor she thought he might not be quite as used to the ways as she was, and decided that she wasn’t going to ‘bear all’ so soon. Sauntering over in her thin pink slip, she knocked on the door, calling out, ”Everybody decent in there? May I come in?”[/color]

When Cassandra was given the go signal from somebody on the other side of the door, she opened the door, taking a few steps in, wearing one of her classic smiles. ”They can’t decide what they want me to wear, so I was standing around bored over there, thought I’d come and say hello.”[/color]
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[Victor Chase Hawthorne]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. Victor, in all honesty, should’ve been used to other people fussing over his appearance, but it was still such a surreal experience to him and he wasn’t too sure that he’d ever get used to being styled and dressed by another human being. He tolerated it because it came with the territory of being in the spotlight, but he felt that he was more than capable of at least dressing himself. Not that it was a completely horrid experience, he just didn’t really appreciate being poked and prodded and undressed by complete strangers who never really seemed to understand the concept of personal space. Though in this line of business privacy was definitely a luxury that couldn’t be afforded, which he had known from the very beginning but never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought that he would’ve made it this far in the business. Usually in this line of work it was a hit or miss, you only lasted as long as your fan-base and fortunately for him he’d hit it off with the public from the very start, otherwise he probably would’ve gone back to his original plan of being a Biology Teacher. Though he’d told himself that if his acting career ever took a turn for the worse he’d fall back on teaching—there was always a demand for teachers and he was more than qualified, with his excellent marks in university, to be able to pick up a teaching job wherever it was needed. He honestly didn’t really mind either career, they were both pretty ideal, and he loved working with others. He was whisked off to wardrobe where they stripped him of his outfit, which he stuffed into his messenger bag so as not to lose any of his clothing, and his stylists began to pick and comb through the hangers of clothing. Luckily for him, the process of getting dressed didn’t usually take quite as long as it did for females—he didn’t have as much hair to style, or have to worry about choosing the right accessories, or anything quite as tedious as that. His clothing options were usually quite limited compared to that of his female costars, for the most part. As long as he was comfortable and able to move around without any stiffness in his arms and legs he was fine with whatever his stylists decided to stick him in. After much deliberation, they decided to toss him into an outfit similar to what he had shown up in, though it was a little less casual. They decided on a red plaid collared dress shirt buttoned to the middle of his chest, underneath it was a white undershirt, and then a pair of designer jeans. It wasn’t quite as flashy as he original thought, but coupled with the new hair style and the backdrop he’d likely be posing in front of, it was definitely enough to catch the eye of the consumer who viewed the AD. After they decided he was finished, for the time being, his stylists let him take a seat while they discussed potential back-up outfits. This gave him a moment to take a breather and evaluate his surroundings, the racks of clothing seemed to be color coordinated, which he could appreciate (it actually irked him when shirts were just thrown into a closet without any clear pattern, he liked things to be organized at the very least). “Everyone decent in there? May I come in?” He swiveled in his chair just in time to see a pretty young blonde, who seemed to be only partially dressed, shuffle into the dressing room. Victor rose from his seat, greeting her with a slight wave and a charming smile. “I can relate.” He chuckled, “I feel like it took them,” he jabbed his thumb playfully in the direction of his, now bickering, stylists, “a decade to decide on what they wanted to stick me in for this thing.” “I’m Victor, by the way. And you must be Cassandra, yeah?” He thrust his hand forward in a polite gesture, “They mentioned your name earlier. I’m going to go ahead and admit upfront that this isn’t my usual thing, so I’ll apologize now for any mishaps or blunders.” Victor, was, of course joking (for the most part at least), he wasn’t clumsy or terribly clueless—he had been in a few photoshoots before but not as many as he was positive that she had been in and therefore he was definitely an amateur compared to her. 757words, OUTFIT, i figured you had waited long enough, and i couldn't figure out anything else to type xD

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[Cassandra Madeline Sultry]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY Cassandra got a slight whiff of the pheromone-esque fragrance when she walked through the hair and make-up prep area leading towards the door to where the wardrobe work was being done for the male model, or actor as she had just learned. Cassandra wish that she kept up with motion pictures more than she actually did, and then she might have an idea which Hollywood-dwelling, good looking urchin might be on the other side of the door. She preferred having music on in the background to a movie when she was at home, especially when she was studying, and the guys that she interacted with weren’t exactly the type to take her out to the movies and boy her popcorn. The only things they really wanted to buy for her were drinks and cab fare. And Cassandra didn’t really feel all that comfortable with going to see any sort of movie by herself’ to her that was just the epitome of pathetic behaviour. Opening the door, her eyes were immediately drawn to the man rising out from his chair, the clothes on his back clearly only having been there for no less than a couple minutes. And charming was an understated adjective of his smile; his good looks reflected other classic actors such as Robert Redford (when he was young) and of course her personal favourite, Ryan Gosling. As she stepped into the room she could detect the new fragrance on his skin and realized that it complimented him all too perfectly. The next thing that caught her attention about him was not what came out of his mouth, but rather the way in which it did, meaning the accent that his voice carried. ”I can relate. I feel like it took them a decade to decide on what they wanted to stick me in for this thing.” Cassandra smirked, looking at what they had put him in and, while he easily pulled it off quite well, it didn’t seem like it was the right choice for the shoot, specifically the plaid shirt. It worked if they were going to make her look extra unattainable and go for some sort of princess and the pauper motif, but that would only seem to work if it was strictly a female fragrance they were advertising. She didn’t have any sort of clue what sort of ad they were aiming for with this fragrance, but unless they wanted to theme it like a country western she didn’t think the plaid was the right choice. ”Your guys are certainly ahead of my guys in the decision-making game”

[/color] Cassandra commented, her fingers playing with the short hem of her slip, a smile on her face that showed that she wasn’t the least bit embarrassed by the fact that she was more or less in her underwear in a room with three people and in front of an open doorway where even more people were working away. ”I’m Victor, by the way. And you must be Cassandra, yeah?” The actor extended his hand towards her and she turned on her own charm, shaking his hand elegantly. ”That is correct; nice to meet you, Victor.”[/color] Her hands dropping back to her sides, Victor continued by saying, ”They mentioned your name earlier. I’m going to go ahead and admit upfront that this isn’t my usual thing, so I’ll apologize now for any mishaps or blunders.”[/i] Her smile moved in a sweeter direction at the sound of his confession, realizing that while he may not be a modeling virgin, he still expected her to treat him gently. She could play that way, at least for now. As of now, Victor was getting close to reaching her threshold of ‘intriguing’, in which guys typically moved from yawn worthy to somebody she might actually consider sleeping with. For now, she was definitely in a position where she could give him a tip or two, and until their work was done it was probably best to play nice as best as she could to feel things out and to decide where she stood by the time the last photo was taken. ”That’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’ve been doing shoots like this for years now; there isn’t really a whole lot to it. Just always do your best to do what the photographer is asking you to, and if you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask me.”[/color]

Her blue eyes wandered towards the two wardrobe people still quietly bickering over some sort of trivial detail to do with Victor’s outfit. Maybe they weren’t 100% sold on it either. Deciding that she would show Victor just how valuable her knowledge could be, she smirked to herself before looking back at him. She spoke to him in a hushed tone so that she would not be overheard. ”One thing I figured out pretty quickly; even if you’re a big name, when it comes to shoots like this they’re not going to value a model’s opinion over their own. So if you have something to say, you make them think it was their idea.”[/color] Deciding to demonstrate this skill whilst also killing two birds with one stone, she called out to the two stylists. ”Hey guys!”[/color] They stopped bickering long enough to glance in her direction. They were close to the blue section of the colour-coded clothes, which was ideal. ”I totally agree, I think the blue pin stripe would be a much better choice.”[/color] They glanced at the shirt in question, white button-up with a thin blue pin stripe, classic design, and pulled it off the rack, moving closer to the attractive pair. They held the new shirt in front of Victor to get a sense of what it would look like on him. One of the wardrobe people nodded his head and said, ”Absolutely, this would be the better choice.”

Everything going as she had predicted it so far, Cassandra nodded her head and looked at the stylist that had just spoke to put his next words into his mouth. ”Yeah, the colour definitely draws attention to his...”[/color] ”Eyes, absolutely, it’s perfect. Okay, we’ll go with this.” As the man moved to go and put the empty hanged back on the rack, gingerly holding onto the new shirt, Cassandra quirked her eyebrow at Victor, hoping that he was watching carefully. She took another look at his current outfit, thinking that there was still something missing, so she continued on with playing her game, looking at the wardrobe assistant. ”And maybe also a...”[/color] ”Different belt, that’s what else we need, I’ll pull up what might work.” As they were now left alone for the time being, Cassandra chuckled, glancing at Victor. ”And now whoever looks at this ad will get to see those bright blue peepers of yours at their best.”[/color] She looked back over at the other two who were now working more cooperatively with a similar goal in mind; this bit managed to work every time. While she could easily out argue any soul, she had a few talents when it came to resolving arguments as well. ”Tricks like that make for a less stressful work environment. When you get more used to the set-up for these shoots you may even be able to have a little fun at times, like with-“[/color]

”Cassandra, there you are! We’ve been searching everywhere for you!”

”sending your people racing around in a frenzy for a short time”[/color] Cassandra finished, the timing of her own wardrobe people showing up in the doorway right on the ball. Giggling, she turned towards the panic-stricken stylists, saying to them, ”Guess everybody’s ready now? Alright, let’s go.”[/color] She moved to follow her team out the door, but before she left the room she turned back to Victor, walking backwards out the doorway as she said to him, ”To be continued! I shall see you on set!”[/color] With that, she turned back around, following her team to where she had been getting prepped for the shoot beforehand. They had, at last, come to a consensus with what they wanted her to go with for the shoot, and their decision was further rationalized after they saw what Victor would be changing into fir the shoot. Her make-up artist supplied her with a small bit of blush, some peach lip gloss and a bit of eyeliner along with a new coat of mascara. They put her in a cute blue shirt with a mesh layer of material on top of silk, with a couple of silver necklaces and a bracelet paired with a pair of pale grey denim shorts. They also gave her a cute pair of black platform heels. She and Victor were going to complement each other very well for this photo shoot.

Once Cassandra was all made up and pretty, she moved down the hallways once again, being lead by her team, and she happened to see her friend going in the same direction ahead of them, and she moved a bit more quickly to catch up to him. ”You look adorable, C” he told her, and she smiled, not so much in the way of saying ‘thank you’ as much as to say ‘I know’. She was curious as to what sort of set they were going to have set up for this photo shoot and hurried down the hallways (as much as she could in platform heels) towards where they were actually going to be photographed.
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