Waxing Rhapsodic - 4th Floor
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				Title: <strong>Waxing Rhapsodic - 4th Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 19:14:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: pristina;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">4th Floor - Photographers</span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/4th_Floor_Blueprint.jpg)</div><br>After the tragedy of the accidental fire, Waxing Rhapsodic has managed to move on and pick up its pieces. Now, located in a smaller building, those who had decided to stay are now returning after a month's time. <br><br>Despite all of the changes, the expectations are still the same. Employees are expected to always be dressed neatly and care for their appearance. Most importantly, is catering to the needs of customers (buyers) - "When bearing the company name, you are a representative to the public." Now due to the financial situation that the gallery is currently in, there is more pressure on the photographers to produce pieces that sell. With the smaller staff, everyone will be expected to help out where needed - this applies to the photographers as well. If needed, photographers can step in to help with a shoot, to model, and also keep the gallery running smoothly. Despite the competition, all share a mutual goal.<br><br>The 3rd floor is exclusive to the photographers and their immediate needs. Similar to the rest of the staff, photographers are given the option of&nbsp; residing within assigned rooms in the building. However, the rooms are now smaller and roommates are given to everyone. <br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/3rd_Floor_Room_Layout.jpg)</div><br>The rooms are similarly equipped as that of the 2nd floor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84364.msg3879447#top), just with a slightly different arrangement.<br><br>• two 'bedrooms' with a frosted glass door and window (facing the closets) <br>• each bedroom has: one small bed + one small set of drawers<br>• two closets - smaller side has sliding doors, meant for hanging clothing/larger side has regular door, has shelves meant for storage<br>• two desks<br>• one sofa<br><br>Besides the ceiling lights, each desk is equipped with a built-in light. The floors are made of oak, and blinds cover the windows. The rooms are completely bare and thus each person is expected to bring their own things such as bed necessities (cover, pillow, blankets).<br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Furniture.jpg)</div>Each photographer has their own mailbox located along the wall of the lounge. The bulletin board will show events and announcements. The kitchen holds all basic necessities in terms of utensils, ingredients have to be bought on their own time and money. The lounge is simple but comfortable, plush chairs and sofas take up the room with a flat screen TV being the only entertainment. The restroom and showers can be accessed from both sides, the photographer rooms and studios. <br><br>The studio is actually one large room that has been divided by three sliding walls. The studios are not public studios, instead they are assigned and shared by two photographers. <br><br>If anything happens to be damaged (due to carelessness or accidents) then employees are expected to replace the item out of their own pocket. However, if a problem occurs (such as leaks, plumbing, wear and tear due to age and use) then the problem can be brought to Aline who will promptly send for repairs.<br><br><div align="center"><sup>More rooms will be added on if needed.</sup></div><br><strong>Room 1:</strong> Esoteric Myobi - Aline Myobi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3724640#msg3724640) and Secretwriter - Ingrid Schmidt (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3765333#msg3765333)<br><strong>Room 2:</strong> Falanor - Bastiaan Pranger (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3731452#msg3731452) and echoes - Morgan Delany (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3762213#msg3762213)<br><strong>Room 3:</strong> Rukio - Dorian Silver (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3725699#msg3725699)<br><strong>Room 4:</strong> <br><br><strong>Studio A:</strong> echoes - Morgan Delany (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3762213#msg3762213) and Rukio - Dorian Silver (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3725699#msg3725699)<br><strong>Studio B:</strong> Esoteric Myobi - Aline Myobi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3724640#msg3724640)<br><strong>Studio C:</strong> Secretwriter - Ingrid Schmidt (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3765333#msg3765333) and Falanor - Bastiaan Pranger (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3731452#msg3731452)<br><strong>Studio D:</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 23:19:33</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Kunoichi - Escorting the new models to their rooms</strong></div><br>The elevator ride to the top was calm, peaceful and serene, involving little more than comfortable acceleration and soft, relaxing music.&nbsp; The way Kunoichi tripped and fell right after stepping out of the elevator?&nbsp; Much less so.&nbsp; Still, she recovered easily enough, dusting herself off and gesturing to the doors to the left fairly quickly...<br><br>"Th-these are the doors to the Mail Room, and the Kitchen and Lounge areas."&nbsp; She stated, pointing to the two doors in turn.&nbsp; "The Mail Room also holds this floor's Bulletin Board, and the door into the Makeup, Accessories and Wardrobe Room.&nbsp; Th-the models who already live here l-like to check their mail and the board while on their way in to get changed."<br><br>She also pointed out the handy floor map along the wall, as well as the various little placards where people could write in their names next to their room numbers.&nbsp; They'd have to do the same in the mail room, of course, writing in their names on the front of their specific mail slots so that whenever they got any mail, it would be properly sorted.&nbsp; Then she pointed out the lounge, with its various couches, TV, chairs, game table...&nbsp; Also the kitchen, and the cooking appliances it housed.&nbsp; And then, finally, it was time to get to the rooms...<br><br>"H-here are all your r-room keys."&nbsp; Kuno announced, as she handed each of them a key to their assigned room.&nbsp; "The n-number's on the key, so don't lose it.&nbsp; I l-lost my key, once, and we had to change all the locks, and... well... <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">It didn't end well.</span>&nbsp; A-anyway, please remember that M-Miss Myobi is paying for the water and electricity out of her own pocket, so... er, please try not to waste water, and turn off the lights when you're not putting them to use.&nbsp; W-we'll have to investigate if the bills start getting too high."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 03:45:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Avarice.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Avarice</strong> - <em>Greeting the newcomers...</em></span></div><br>Sprawled out on one of the many plush couches in the Lounge, Avarice was <em>bored</em>. There weren't any shoots scheduled for today and none of her usual fans had come for a visit. <em>Damned old men, even Viagra is more reliable...</em> Propped up with a few pillows, she lazily punched in buttons on the remote while grumbling unhappily in her head. Staring idly at the screen, the images changed from channel to channel. News? <em>Booring.</em> Cartoons? <em>Psh.</em> Drama? <em>Eh, maybe later.</em> Movies? <em>Oh, fuck this shit.</em><br><br>Just as she was about the toss the remote smack into the center of the expensive television screen, she heard the ding of the elevator and soon the sound of soft voices. A trill of excitement shivered up her spine and her eyes immediately shone with alertness. She'd been alone in this dump for months now, not that it wasn't nice and all, it was just <em>boring</em>. Sure, the Buyers took a fancy to her and she loved the fancy dinners and expensive gifts, but where was the thrill of seducing decrepit old geezers?<br><br>Switching off the TV - it was a habit by now, she couldn't stand that green chick stuttering to her about preserving energy and all that crap - Avarice's long legs swung off the couch and she smoothed the dark red velvet shirt. With the top few buttons undone, her collar flared open showing off a gratuitous amount of cleavage. A silver chain hung about her neck with the pendent nestled between the soft globes of flesh, nothing like keeping them guessing, or staring rather. Capri jeans hugged her hips and stiletto heels adorned her feet.<br><br>Exiting the lounge, she saw the small group down the hall. <em>Must be the new models.</em> Finally, some fresh meat. <br><br>Gliding smoothly towards them, she brushed right past Kunoichi. Avarice knew the girl wasn't fond of her and she hadn't the patience to wait the five minutes it took her to spit out a sentence. Instead, with her winning smile on, she introduced herself to the new recruits. "Well, hello there. You guys must be the new models! I'm Avarice, been here for a while." Though her words were innocent enough, her eyes were slowly running over their bodies, her tongue flicked out briefly to lick her lips. Mmm...and all done behind the green chick's back. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 04:46:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"> Draven-The Third Floor - Talking to Avarice</div><br>Draven had hung back while they were in the lobby. Not saying much as things he watched some of the interactions&nbsp; going on. Who like who and so on. He seemed to be one of two people who had actually heard the green haired girl when she called at first. Some guy got the rest of the others attention for her. draven had observed him walk in He didn't seem like the model type not enough swagger in is step. So it really surprised him when his personality switched so quickly. <br><br>Following Kunoichi and the rest on the elevator he seemed to be the only male model there at the moment. Smiling because that meant more fun for him at least until the other showed up. His phone began to vibrate on the way up but he ignored it completely. Knowing who it was and didn't really want to answer. He probably never would. An ex was an ex. As the door opened Kunoichi Tripped out of the doorway. He felt bad for her and wanted to help but decided against it. That guy from before who had spoken up for her had came up with them. Draven was sure he wanted to be her knight in shining armor. When she finally got herself together Kunoichi showed them the kitchen, lounge and then gave them the key to there rooms. <br><br>It wasn't a second later that the woman he had noticed when passing the lounge brushed by Kunoichi. She stood in front of the group. Giving them a very sexy welcome. Draven took her in. His eyes glided down her body stopping for a moment at her breast. Peaking out of her top. Her chain making his eyes stay a little longer. Then breaking focus as they continued past her navel. Her tight red skirt led him down her long legs. Her well toned skin was showing in all the right places.&nbsp; A slight smile crossed his lips as his eyes made there way back up stopping again at her breast. Before he caught her eyes. He walked over to her. Slid close and whispered. " You shouldn't sleep alone tonight." Then stepping back. Speaking in a louder tone as he let the words. "I'm Draven. Draven Blackwood ". Roll of his tongue. He was a man that took what he wanted and he wanted her, but always loved a challenge. He hope she wouldn't make it easy for him. He liked to disintegrated a woman's resistance. Then drive her to crave for more of what ever he wanted to give. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MomoPeach</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 07:30:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Katherine Jones-On the third floor-heading to the kitchen</strong></div>Katherine followed along with the group and stepped onto the elevator. She hated elevators to an extent that didn't even seem normal. As they rode up she closed her eyes and whispered quietly to herself. "I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay." It was her chant, her mantra when she was terrified in situations such as these. Finally she felt the elevator halt and she let out a long gust of air. She was in the back so it took a moment before she could step, but when she finally did she was simply relieved.<br><br>Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear she listened eagerly to Kunoichi as she explained about the rooms. She was so wrapped up in her own problems that she hadn't even noticed the stumble the girl had made on her way out of the elevator. 'I've heard of being shy, but god she's super shy!' Katherine turned her head as a woman approached the group. From the way she talked to the way she licked her lips inappropriately Katherine knew that her tits were about as big as her ego. <br><br>She didn't like the girl already. Katherine watched as a member of their group whom she hadn't met, Draven as he introduced himself to Avarice, so coolly introduce himself. It was apparent what <em>he</em> thought of her. Sighing Kitty shook her head and gave a slight roll of her eyes. She accepted her key from Kunoichi with a smile and a small thank you. Since her bags were still in her car the room could wait. First on her list was a good meal. <br><br>"Excuse me everyone." She placed her key into her purse and made her way to the kitchen in search of something to fill her growling belly with. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 08:44:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br>3rd Floor Hall</span></strong></div><br>Dorian had followed the models up to their shared dormitory floor. He was bored and it seemed prudent for him to talk to a few of them. After all, he was going to be working with them in close proximity for a while. He simply leaned against the wall by the door to the kitchen, his face set in an expression of mild interest as usual. He was really scanning the faces, bodies, and movements of the people coming and going. There were so many of them and he was content to just stand there until he found his muse. The girl, Kunoichi was the name he'd heard, had caught his eye again as she'd stumbled on her way out of the elevator. <em>Well she's an accident prone little thing isn't she?</em> Dorian chuckled and watched as she righted herself. She was alright, so he saw no need to rush over to help her. Besides, he figured she'd be embarrassed if he showed such attention to her misstep. She now seemed to be trying to talk to the group of models that had followed. She still caught his eye in the way she seemed to be scared of them. Why would she be? They were just models. Nothing terrifying about them, but then, Dorian was one of the people who made the models worth the money spent on them. It amused him how often people forgot who it was that made the art in favor of the person in it. Oh well. He wasn't in it for the lime light. He just loved what he did. Photography was the only way his thoughts ever really made their way out of his head. He figured he could probably find another way, but why bother. His way paid the bills and was far easier than trying to hold a conversation with someone for an extended period of time. Most people in the world bored him. They only cared about materialistic things and themselves. Dorian's interests were far broader and when he had, in the past, tried to talk about those things with people, they'd shunned him and ignored his ideas. Screw them then. Dorian had found how he could get his points across without talking.Dorian's eyes fell on Katherine. She was making her way into the kitchen and had to pass him on the way there. He caught her look of utter disdain for Avarice. He couldn't blame her. The blond woman seemed very taken with herself. That made Dorian smirk slightly. She had a magnificent body, but seemed to know that too well for her own good. The man who'd decided that he wanted to sleep with her. (Dorian's mind tended to draw many conclusions from the look in people's eyes) Seemed very confident. He'd make a good male partner for couple shoots. Dorian made a mental note to talk to him before he left. The man was well built. Perhaps a bit too cocky, but that was to be expected from a model. He continued his silent survey of the room and its inhabitants. There were more coming soon enough. Dorian would find one or two he would want to work with. He was sure of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 17:26:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Third Floor</strong></div><br>Amused by the group before her, Courtney stepped onto the elevator at the back and stood against the wall and watched the group stand quietly in the elevator as it rose through the building.&nbsp; The red head whom Courtney had not been really introduced to, but she swore Aline called her Katherine, seemed to be unhappy about the elevator ride.&nbsp; Her closed eyes and silent whisper, while seemingly unnoticed, caught Courtney's eye.&nbsp; In some way she felt a bit sorry for the woman, but in other ways couldn't understand letting something like an elevator cause distress.&nbsp; The woman was attractive though.&nbsp; Courtney took the opportunity while her eyes were closed to get a good look at Katherine.&nbsp; Her white shirt and black skirt seemed to really accentuate her body's figure, while her heels gave her more proper straight demeanor.&nbsp; She held herself confidently but did not give her the air of the usual type of models that Courtney was used to.&nbsp; She found that quite alluring.&nbsp; <br><br>The elevator stopped and everyone stepped out.&nbsp; The strange green haired girl seemed totally uncomfortable in the presence of the models, which Courtney could understand.&nbsp; She'd have to make an effort once she was settled to get to know the young girl, maybe boost her confidence a little.&nbsp; As Kunoichi gave them the tour and gave the group the lay of the land a blonde woman stepped into the middle of the group.&nbsp; Introducing herself as Avarice, Courtney chuckled to herself, she immediately hated the woman for some reason.&nbsp; Perhaps it was that Avarice reminded her of all of the ditzy better than everyone models that she worked with over the years, the reasons she left the mainstream trade.&nbsp; <br><br>Courtney took her key and watched the exchange between Draven and Avarice, she immediately rolled her eyes and excused herself.&nbsp; Walking down the hall to the room matching the number on her key, she opened the door and stepped in.&nbsp; The room was nice, if not a bit small, but considering she was living here relatively rent free she wasn't going to complain, considering what rent in this city cost.&nbsp; She tossed her duffel bag on the bed and sat down next to it for a minute, looking around.&nbsp; The room smelled new, the furniture looked new and actually was very clean and well built.&nbsp; It gave off the feel of a high class hotel room, which Courtney enjoyed, kinda like being back on the road.<br><br>Looking over at the duffel back slouching onto the bed, Courtney decided she'd unpack after she'd explored a bit.&nbsp; Stepping out into the hall, closing the door behind her, she walked down the hall towards the lounge and kitchen.&nbsp; Draven and Avarice were in the hall talking, she slipped past them into the lounge.&nbsp; A pretty nice setup she thought to herself.&nbsp; Better than any sorority she had ever seen in college.&nbsp; The kitchen was well set up too.&nbsp; Courtney smiled at Katherine as she entered the kitchen.&nbsp; The red head was rummaging through the kitchen looking for some food.&nbsp; "Hi, I'm Courtney Rivers.&nbsp; I don't think we were every introduced down stairs."&nbsp; She said as she stepped up and offered Katherine her hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MomoPeach</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 02:12:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Katherine Jones-In the kitchen talking to Dorian and Courtney</strong></div><br>Katherine slipped into the kitchen and smiled at the man leaning up against the wall as she did. She gave him a small wave and continued to the kitchen where she began to rummage through the refrigerator. The fridge was stocked full of delicious food and she sat staring at the labels unable to decide what she wanted to eat. Katherine heard footsteps approaching her and she straightened up. There was a girl in front of her, Courtney she said her name was. <br><br>She smiled as she stuck out her hand toward the woman. "Hi I'm Katherine Jones. Nice to meet you." She closed the refrigerator and leaned against it. "Are you hungry? I was just going to whip up some food." She gestured to the refrigerator as she&nbsp; looked at the girl. She was beautiful and Kitty couldn't help but to admire her. And maybe even have a little crush on her. She pushed her hair way from her eyes. It was always getting in the way. <br><br>The man from before was still standing in the entrance to the kitchen. He didn't hold himself as a model, but then again you could never be sure. He was good looking too, but he seemed shy and stand offish. She wouldn't go up to him first. She didn't want to make him uncomfortable. The woman sighed as the heels she was wearing&nbsp; began to make her feet hurt. She slipped them off pushed them against the wall with a triumphant smile. "That's better! I don't know if I'll ever get used to those things."&nbsp; <br><br>"So what room are you in?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 05:41:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br>3rd Floor Kitchen</span></strong></div><br>Dorian's eyes fell, once again on Katherine. He'd noticed her in the elevator as well. She was clearly claustrophobic. How quaint that he particularly liked small tight spaces. His thin lips curled into a small smile at his little joke. Why he never thought to voice these thoughts in his head was such a mystery to most people. He was very witty and extremely well spoken, but he just didn't like to talk. He couldn't think of a good reason why he had to say more than necessary to get his point across and leave it at that. Katherine seemed to have noticed him too, although she didn't seem too interested in speaking to him. Oh well. He would probably have a reason to talk to her actually. She was very well shaped and the way she moved gave him little reason to doubt her physical fitness. She was also rather striking to look at. All around a decent model. Dorian filed that information away in his head. He'd make further judgments after having spoken to her more. The woman she had decided to speak to was also very attractive. Her features were reminiscent of porcelain and she had an almost feline grace to her. She would make a magnificent silhouette subject for his portfolios. And maybe even his pocket book. Then Katherine spoke. It seemed to be directed at either himself of the other woman, so he turned towards her. <em>Guess she does want to talk to me.</em> He smiled. It was a rare sight for anyone to see, but somehow didn't look unnatural on his usually brooding features.<br>"I'm not actually a model. My name is Dorian Silver. I'm a photographer."<br>His smile faded after he'd spoken, but wasn't replaced with the brooding look, but with a look of polite interest. His hands in his pockets and slouching. Dorian's personality was often very hard to read. He was just anti social. Not shy. Not pissed at the world. Not a melancholy artist. Just not very talkative.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 06:42:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Third Floor talking with Katherine and Dorian</strong></div><br>Pleased that Katherine's demeanor had matched her appearance Courtney happily held her outstretched hand for a second smiling happily at the red haired beauty before her.&nbsp; <em>"Are you hungry? I was just going to whip up some food."</em>&nbsp; The question caught her off guard but immediately Courtney realized what time it was and nodded appreciatively.&nbsp; "Yes please that would be great."&nbsp; Sitting in a chair at the table in the kitchen her eyes followed Katherine's hand as it pushed a strand of her bright red hair out of her face and Courtney's eyes locked onto the soft curves of her facial features and her bright piercing eyes.&nbsp; A big full lipped smile grew over her face as she watched.&nbsp; <br><br>Courtney almost felt as if she was watching a girlfriend doing a show for her as Katherine slowly reached down and pulled off her painfully high heeled shoes, and pushed them away.&nbsp; Her legs were well built and toned but smooth and soft enough to be beautiful.&nbsp; Courtney felt her tongue unconsciously run up under the inner edge of her upper lip.&nbsp; <em>"That's better! I don't know if I'll ever get used to those things........So what room are you in?"</em>&nbsp; She knew the feeling and her smile cracked a little to one side with a little twist at the edge.&nbsp; Courtney understood too well.&nbsp; "That's why I almost always wear boots.&nbsp; The heel is bigger so I don't have to balance.&nbsp; I'm in room five.&nbsp; So who have you modeled for?&nbsp; I recognized Draven from some of his work, and I've actually worked on the same shoot with the other Catherine a few years ago.&nbsp; But I can't say I remember seeing you before."<br><br>Just as she finished Courtney heard a light yet well spoken voice coming from the doorway <em>"I'm not actually a model. My name is Dorian Silver. I'm a photographer."</em>&nbsp; She hadn't even realized he was there still.&nbsp; She turned a little in the chair.&nbsp; "Nice to meet you Dorian.&nbsp; I'm Courtney Rivers.&nbsp; What type of scenes are you into?"&nbsp; Courtney figured it was as good a time as any to start getting to know the photographers she would be working with.<br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 07:15:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br>3rd Floor Kitchen</span></strong></div><br>Dorian almost felt stupid for speaking. Courtney ahd, most likely been the intended target for the question, but as it was, Dorian felt no embarrassment. Courtney had soft, almost delicate features, but still had a strength behind them. Dorian filed that away too. She would indeed be perfect for a few of his more risque silhouette portfolios. They were usually taken against a white screen and made so the entirety of the foreground was black. It was a form of art that few could master because it required precise attention to detail and even the slightest mistake could lead to the entire photo having to be restarted. Dorian was one of the few who could do it properly. He moved swiftly into the room and stood against a wall again, still close enough to not seem standoffish, but far enough so that they wouldn't expect him to contribute too much to the conversation. He was interested in them, but didn't feel it necessary to speak very much. As usual, he wasn't the talkative sort.<br>"My main focus is erotic silhouettes and erotic couples shots. I also do some erotic solos with women in submissive atire and poses."<br>He left it at that. The bare minimum for what was needed to be said. Nothing more. He probably could have said it in fewer words, but he didn't really care much about that. He was satisfied with the way his "spiced honey" voice rolled over the words. He was curious to how the women would respond to his voice. Courtney seemed to only have noticed his words before. He smiled inwardly, his bright gold colored eyes glinting with hidden mischief. People rarely paid attention to his eyes, writing him off as shy. Oh how wrong they were. Dorian just needed the right push. He wouldn't be in this business if he really was shy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MomoPeach</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 07:25:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Katherine Jones-In the kitchen with Dorian and Courtney</strong></div><br>'Now what should I eat? There's lettuce, but what I really want is a nice juicy burger.' She sighed. 'I can't have a burger though. I'm trying to stay in shape.' She pulled chicken out of the fridge instead and decided to cook it and put it into a big salad for herself and Courtney. She had to admit, she was taken by the woman's dark looks. 'Just focus on the food Jones.' She shook her head and hid her smile as she stood at the stove cooking. <br><br>She finished up at the stove before turning back to Courtney. "I did some small time shoots in Alaska when I was younger, but that was years ago." She picked up a plate and slid the food onto it before carrying it back over to the table and preparing the salad. "Lately I've only been posing for private collections. No big names there. What about you?"<br><br>As the man in the doorway spoke she half turned to him and gave him a warm smile. "Oh you're a photographer. That's wonderful. Well it's nice to meet you Dorian. I look forward to working with you in the future." She was going to ask him what he liked to photograph, but it seemed as though Courtney had already covered it for her. He certainly seemed like an interesting man. 'It must be his eyes. They hold a lot more than his mouth tells.' Those eyes were deliciously amber and seemed to captivate her. Shaking her head she returned her focus on making food. She finished quickly and grabbed another plate. Sliding one to Courtney she looked back over to Dorian. <br><br>'What is it about you that's so damn hypnotizing?' She couldn't place her finger on it, but she also couldn't help but to watch him. When he spoke it was warm and almost seductive to her ears. "That sounds interesting Dorian. I've only seen a few silhouette shots done. Very artistic."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 17:24:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Avarice.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Avarice</strong> - <em>Hallway, speaking with Draven...</em></span></div><br><em>You shouldn't sleep alone tonight. I'm Draven. Draven Blackwood.</em><br><br>She almost rolled her eyes. Of course the first person to cozy up to her would be the only male *model* in the group. She'd noticed Dorian in the back but she'd already known about him. Not a model, but it never hurt to get acquainted with the one who called the shots. Draven on the other hand...despite the inner cringe of distaste, she let her eyes roam up his body, making sure to keep a mildly interested expression on her face. His figure was impressive, there was no doubt about that. The cocky attitude practically exuded off of him in waves that rivaled her own and she almost smirked a bit at the thought. Here was obviously a man who expected to get everything he wanted with his looks, but he'd need to try a little harder if he wanted her tagging along behind him.<br><br>"Oh? Is that so?" Voice a husky whisper, she practically cooed, lips crooked to one side. Avarice's fingers trailed up his shirt, only very lightly touching the fabric itself but never touching upon the skin beneath. A ghost of a touch. It ended with her index lightly tapping the bottom of his chin. "Maybe next time...Draven was it?" Turning to leave first, it seemed everyone else had moved on while they'd been further...preoccupied, she headed back to the kitchen and lounge herself. Over her shoulder, she purred softly, "I'm in room 6, just in case you ever <em>need</em> me."<br><br>It was early afternoon now and it looked like the usual kitchen staff hadn't showed up today because it soon became quite obvious that the redhead was making lunch...and hopefully not just for her. "Need help with anything?", she offered pleasantly. "Usually a hired kitchen staff is around to make most of the meals, but I'm guessing they didn't show today." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 17:58:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Draven- In the Lounge</span></strong></div><br><br><em>"I'm in room 6 if you need me"</em><br><br>Those words made him smile. She seamed to be more of a tease than anything else. He liked where this was going. The chase was the best part.He watched as her tight bod walked down the hall towards the kitchen. He then turned toward his room wondering if his butler had sent his things as he had requested. He planned on staying here at Waxing Rhapsodic for a while. It seemed some interesting individuals had been around. Letting himself into his room. He definitely got the feel of a 5 star hotel. It was a simple set up but the items were very expensive pieces. Letting him self relax on his bed he wondered for a minute if he had taken the correct approach with Avarice. He was good at reading people but had a hard time felling her out. She seamed not all that interested but at the same time her body language spoke differently. Then again we were models body language is something we learn to manipulate early. He would have to just play it by ear.<br><br>Getting himself up he went into the lounge and turned on the TV. He was a bit hungry but decided to wait until Avarice left the kitchen. It would not do for him to seem like he was following her. So he sat there quietly making sure to skip all the food networks. Flying by a few reality shows. He didn't like them very much, but it seemed to him that this entire experience at Waxing Rhapsodic was a reality show. He wondered if&nbsp; Ms Myobi had ever thought of the idea. It would make for a very interesting show yet it would also boost the rep of the place. Draven however reconsidered as he deemed Reality TV cheap entertainment. He sat there in his jeans and tee steadily growing bored as he flipped through the channels.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 20:11:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Third Floor Kitchen talking to Dorian and Katherine</strong></div><br><em>"My main focus is erotic silhouettes and erotic couples shots. I also do some erotic solos with women in submissive atire and poses."</em>&nbsp; Courtney found herself very intrigued by Dorian's style and artistic vision.&nbsp; "I'd definitely be interested in seeing some of your work.&nbsp; I've done some darker work lately and I really enjoyed the gritty vision of the photographers and their focus on those parts of modeling that aren't always bright and shiny."&nbsp; She smiled at Dorian then was distracted by Katherine's cooking.<br><br><em>"I did some small time shoots in Alaska when I was younger, but that was years ago.......Lately I've only been posing for private collections. No big names there. What about you?"</em>&nbsp; Katherine said while she was cooking.&nbsp; The chicken smelled good and Courtney realized how hungry she actually was.&nbsp; Courtney picked lightly at the chicken on the plate while Katherine prepared a mean looking salad.&nbsp; Courtney couldn't help but catch herself glancing over at Katherine's ass and long legs.&nbsp; It was hard to imagine this beautiful woman not being in anything recent.&nbsp; "I did the mainstream circuit for about five years while I was finishing college.&nbsp; Went less mainstream and more underground the past year or so with some good names.&nbsp; Probably nothing recognizable.&nbsp; It was much more fun.&nbsp; And it's how I met Aline."<br><br>They had started eating the delightful smelling dish when the blonde from the hall Avarice entered the kitchen, <em> "Need help with anything?&nbsp; Usually a hired kitchen staff is around to make most of the meals, but I'm guessing they didn't show today."</em>&nbsp; The woman attempted to act pleasant and engaging but something about her demeanor, her style or her gaudy outfit made Courtney want to jump up and break her face against the refrigerator.&nbsp; She had seen too many like this one on sets and shoots over the years and they made her sick.&nbsp; She thought back to what some of these types of women said about the models Courtney had worked with on the underground circuit.&nbsp; One of those models was still in the hospital with her jaw in traction.&nbsp; Courtney buried her fury in her plate and tried to ignore the woman.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MomoPeach</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 21:03:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Katherine Jones-In the kitchen talking to Courtney, Dorian and Avarice</strong></div><br>Katherine turned toward the blond as she entered the room and spoke. She looked her over, but then let her eyes fall back to her plate. Inwardly she wanted to say 'get out! And no you can't have any.' She wasn't that kind of girl though. In her mind she could be cruel, but in reality she just couldn't do it. Only when she was really pushed could she truly speak her mind. It was a gift sometimes, but a hindrance at every other time. <br><br>"Um no everything's finished already," she looked up at the girl and gave her a tight smile. "You can grab a plate if you'd like. The more the merrier, right?" She asked herself with uncertainty clearly legible in her voice. 'Oh well I guess I might as well pretend to get along with her. She might actually be okay, maybe.' She looked the girl up and down. 'Then again, maybe not.' <br><br>Sighing she decided to stop being indecisive and at least give the girl a chance. She was pretty and she seemed okay now. Katherine looked over to Courtney and watched her. The woman's contempt for Avarice was all over her face. "Is it good?" She asked Courtney curiously. A small smile formed on her lips as she looked at the woman. 'Katherine I think you have a bit of a crush.' She tried to cover her girlish grin with her hand before she looked down at her plate again. 'That's ridiculous, I don't even know her.' Still she was attractive and she looked tough and no nonsense. All of it attracted Katherine to her. She could feel her cheeks turn a little red. 'Just focus on what you came here to do Katherine. Don't let your feelings get involved.' She speared a piece of lettuce with her fork and popped it in her mouth as she watched Courtney and Dorian talk. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 23:36:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Sanders - Walking in Kitchen</strong></div><br>The ride up in the lift was an amusing one. The same strange girl had led them upwards. As the made an exit she quickly heard her provide an explaination about the floor and whatnot handing them all the keys. Hers was room number three. Not really bothering much with others..Catherine quickly moved upto her room..keeping her stuff. She figured she would unpack later..it's a task which she always hated and tried to put it off as much as possible.<br><br>She explored the floor on her own..roaming around casually. Lounge was interesting..and it seemed Draven being the only male model assumed that he was the one to call the shots and was hitting on that blonde girl..Avarice already, practicing his moves before competition arrived. She clearly wasn't interested and poor guy was probably in for something sarcastic heading his way pretty soon. Smirking she noticed some of the rooms. Most were closed for the time being. Looks like they had come in pretty early on the floor.<br><br>Suddenly she felt hungry..prompting her to walk towards the kitchen as she walked in she could notice almost everyone from the lift had gathered there..chatting away on things. She chuckled softly. "Looks like the party's in kitchen today huh?" She asked smiling. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kunoichi</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:57:53</strong>
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				<strong>Kunoichi - ? ? ?</strong><br><br>Anyone who had been looking at Kuno when Avarice first made her appearance on the scene would have seen her eyes widen and her hands start to shake, if only a little.&nbsp; They were fairly clear signs of fear, and they were there because, quite frankly, the young assistant was afraid of that woman.&nbsp; Fortunately, whenever the model made an appearance on the scene, all eyes were most certainly off of Kuno.&nbsp; In fact, by the time anyone may have thought to look for the girl, she would seem to have disappeared entirely.<br><br>Anyone quick enough would certainly be able to catch a look at the elevator, however.&nbsp; The light at the top clearly indicated it going down to the Second Floor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84364.0) of the building...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 07:55:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br>3rd Floor Kitchen, talking to Courtney, Avarice and Katherine</span></strong></div><br>Dorian's keen eyes surveyed the crowd that was beginning to form in the kitchen. He disliked crowds. It was harder to remain silent when there were more people able to notice you. The golden orbs in his face narrowed as Avarice entered the room. Her strut, her body language, her eyes, her aura of complete superiority. All of them were very off putting. He'd heard of her and seen her before, but had never worked with her or spoken to her. Not that the latter was much to speak of. He'd rarely spoken to anyone but Ms. Myobi that worked at Waxing Rhapsodic. Avarice didn't give him a bad vibe. He just had no reason to consort with her. He'd never been asked to do a shoot with her, so she wasn't really on his radar. She was hot, but that didn't mean much. She wasn't very submissive and that's what he was interested in. Courtney seemed to have all the right things he was looking for in a model. He was considering asking her to do a shoot with him for the gallery. He had a feeling she'd be interested.<br>"I'd like to do a shoot for the gallery with you if you're interested Courtney..... You too Katherine."<br>He looked around at the others who'd come in. At Avarice, whom he looked past rather quickly, having nothing really to say to her, to Catherine, who'd walked in only moments before and made a comment about a party. She was rather attractive too. In fact, Dorian had yet to see any of the models that he didn't find physically attractive. Draven was an acception, but Dorian was straight. Even so, he could appreciate how well built he was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 15:40:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Third Floor Kitchen talking to Dorian and Katherine</strong></div><br><em>"I'd like to do a shoot for the gallery with you if you're interested Courtney..... You too Katherine."</em>&nbsp; Courtney wasn't sure if Dorian was flirting with her or just making an interested offer of doing a shoot with her, but she found the idea intriguing.&nbsp; She had always found the more mysterious photographers in the underground scene to have the most interesting vision of what they wanted.&nbsp; She was willing to take a look.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Looks like the party's in kitchen today huh?" </em> Catherine Sanders in her alluring short cropped hair entered the kitchen just as Courtney noticed she was done with her lunch.&nbsp; Uncomfortable being within a certain distance of Avarice, Courtney gracefully stood from her place with her plate and walked over to the dishwasher.&nbsp; "You can have my seat Catherine, I'm done."&nbsp; Walking over to the cute red headed Katherine, Courtney placed a hand on her shoulder, "Thanks for making lunch.&nbsp; It was delicious."&nbsp; She whispered to her as she passed.&nbsp; <br><br>Walking over to Dorian, slowly checking him out as she approached.&nbsp; His strange colored eyes looked out over the group that had assembled in the kitchen.&nbsp; He seemed to be looking at Catherine as she walked through the kitchen, not noticing Courtney until she was almost next to him.&nbsp; Stepping close to him so she could lightly to just him, "I'd like to see some of your work, if I'm going to agree to let you shoot me."&nbsp; She smiled with a very confidently mischievous grin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 18:36:21</strong>
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				Dorian got up from the Couch. Straiting his clothes as he did. One always had to up your appearance no matter the occasion. He headed toward the kitchen his stomach growling. As he entered it seemed everyone on the floor was in there. All they were missing from this party was a music. Sliding in he saw Cathrine had just entered as well. He nodded in her direction. Then made his way over to The counter where the food was. He grabbed himself a plate as he watched the scene in front of him. Courtney seemed to be cosying up to the guy he assumed was Dorian. He had heard the name drift to him from in the Lounge. Since he was the only other guy there. It seemed it must be him. <br><br>Avarice was standing in the kitchen observing as well not saying much. The cute red head that he had seen before must be the other Kathrine seemed to be slightly annoyed by Avarice. Draven wondered why.When heard Courtney's words he realized Dorian was a photographer. He felt that he must introduce himself. It was always good to be on good terms with a photographer. They were the ones that made models look great. Even a great model can look bad if the Photographer wished it. So after Courtney's flirtatious comments Draven introduced him self. " "Your a photographer right." He said after Courtney finished speaking. "I'm Draven. Nice to meet you" The guy didn't seem like the type who shook hands. So Draven stayed where he was giving him nod in greeting. He knew Courtney wouldn't appreciate his slight interruption but he didn't really care at the moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 20:59:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br>3rd Floor Kitchen<br>Talking to Courtney, Katherine, Draven, Avarice, and Catherine</span></strong></div><br>Dorian's eyes had just about finished examining Catherine. She too was a good looking woman. He was going to have to talk to all of them eventually. Possibly even shoot all of them eventually. A small smile formed on his thin lips again. This place was going to be so good for his art. And his pocket book wouldn't suffer either. He'd noticed Courtney sauntering up to him, but chose not to acknowledge her until she spoke.<br><em>"I'd like to see some of your work, if I'm going to agree to let you shoot me."</em><br>Dorian slowly looked in her direction, noticing how close she had gotten. His smile broadened into a confident smirk. Did she think to fluster him thus? How fun. Dorian was going to enjoy shooting her. He nodded to her, his eyes seeming to glow with an inner mischief that most people couldn't seem to pick up on, simply assuming he was timid and bookish. He was bookish, but timid? What a joke. Again, Dorian was simply a man of few words.<br>"Good. I'll talk to Ms. Myobi and set it up."<br>Dorian was finding Courtney to be a whole bundle of entertainment. He and she were going to be very good friends very quickly.<br><em>"Your a photographer right? I'm Draven. Nice to meet you."</em><br>Dorian looked quickly at the man who'd spoken. It was, of course, Draven. The male model he'd noticed trying to cozy up to Avarice. His grin never faltering, he nodded that he was indeed a photographer. Draven was dressed casually, but he could tell he was trying to make a good impression. That was a good sign. The man was a people pleaser. That meant he would be easy to direct in shoots.<br>"I'm Dorian."<br>His smirk would have to suffice for the nice to meet you as Dorian wasn't in the mood to actually say it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 21:50:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Courtney Rivers - Third Floor Kitchen talking to Dorian</strong></div><br><em>"Good. I'll talk to Ms. Myobi and set it up."</em>&nbsp; Courtney picked up on his smirk, the subtle confidence in his eyes, almost a glimmer of mischief that she found very attractive.&nbsp; "Actually, " she said turning to look him in the eye, one hand in the front pocket of her jeans, the other one firmly on her hip following the curve of her butt.&nbsp; "I was hoping to see some of your work before we made any arrangements with Aline.&nbsp; I want to make sure that I like your vision before I involve myself in it."&nbsp; She watched his expression with a bit of a one sided confident grin of her own, wondering what kinda of wild thoughts were going on in that head of his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MomoPeach</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 22:58:29</strong>
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				<div align="center">In the Kitchen, with pretty much everyone</div><br>Katherine smiled as the kitchen filled up. She was just finishing up her food when Courtney leaned over and whispered in her ear. Katherine could feel herself blush. 'What am I a teenage girl?' She shook her head, but she couldn't make the feeling go away. She turned her head and watched Courtney go. The way she swayed her hips were hypnotizing. She watched as she seemed to flirt with Dorian.<br><br>'I can't say that I blame her. He is really good looking.' At that she saw Draven enter the kitchen. 'Probably came for more hitting on Avarice.' She watched as he helped himself to a plate and then interrupted Courtney as she spoke to Dorian. She shook her head. The man really needed to learn some manners. <br><br>Katherine wasn't one to hog attention so she stood up and dropped her plate into the sink. Picking up her shoes from against the wall she turned to leave. She needed to head back downstairs and grab her bags out of the car anyway. She would worry about getting the photographers interest later. As she walked to the entrance to the kitchen she gave everyone a big smile. <br><br>"Excuse me." She turned sideways and walked through Courtney, Dorian and Draven. 'I guess I might as well get settled into my room.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 07:45:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br>3rd Floor Kitchen<br>Talking to Courtney, Katherine, Draven, Catherine, and Avarice</span></strong></div><br>Dorian chuckled. He'd heard her wrong, but saw no need to admit that. If she wanted to see some of his work before she agreed to work with him, who was he to argue? After all, that's why he kept it all carefully documented and stored in his very studio. It was on the ninth floor. No reason other than he liked the view and nine was his lucky number. Dorian's eyes spoke volumes about the thoughts rushing around in his head. It seemed as though Courtney was flirting with him. Not really being one to flirt very much, Dorian couldn't tell, but he figured he'd bite some. Besides. He was very curious as to what she was looking for in his art. He raised his hand to brush his long hair out of his face again, his golden eyes flashing, pupils dilating slightly, in the sudden rush of light that hit them.<br>"Alright. Come with me then."<br>He motioned for her to follow him and began to make his way to the elevator. He'd punch in the number for his studio floor and they'd go together for her to see his work if she liked. It wasn't as though he had something to hide up there anyway. Besides. He really wanted his turtle neck and cargo pants back. He tugged at his already loose tie as he walked back to the elevator. And then wondered where Kunoichi had gotten off to. He hadn't seen her leave. He'd have to ask Aline where the staff's rooms were. He wanted to ask if he could borrow Kunoichi to help him with a shoot some time. If she was up for it of course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 08:11:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Courtney Rivers - 3rd Floor Kitchen</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/courtneythumb.jpg)</div><br><em>"Alright. Come with me then.</em> Dorian motioned for her to follow and her already roguish grin grew a bit, her full red lips more prominent on her face than before, much like a child told she was getting a surprise.&nbsp; She slide both of her hands into the back pockets on her tight jeans.&nbsp; "Lead on!"&nbsp; She allowed a little bit of the excitement to translate into her gait as a bit of spring entered her step and her hips swayed a bit more than usual.&nbsp; Courtney had become much more picky in the couple of years after her last agent made some deals with a less than reputable photographer without realizing what kind of visions he generally tended to shoot.&nbsp; Courtney had been put into a compromising position during the first shoot with this photographer and refused to continue.&nbsp; Leading to the subsequent dismissal of her agent and Courtney's first foray into independent work.&nbsp; She had learned from some of the more underground photographers, that she needed to see their work first.&nbsp; Now Courtney insisted on it, besides Dorian was mysterious and attractive in his own way.&nbsp; Courtney found herself drawn to him for some reason.&nbsp; Now she was following him to the elevator to his inner sanctum inside the Studio.&nbsp; Courtney was surprised to realize a mild wetness was developing between her legs.&nbsp; Her grin grew a bit more devilish as they entered the elevator.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rukio</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 08:50:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br>3rd Floor Hall<br>Headed to the elevator with Courtney</span></strong></div><br>Dorian's smirk grew more pronounced and his eyes flashed again with that almost glow of mischief. He couldn't help it. He knew exactly how this would look to any smart enough to string two and two together. Dorian didn't exactly have anything planned, but you never knew. Things had a way of working out in unpredictable fashions. It still amused him to no end just how many would assume he was going to get laid. Draven and Avarice would be convinced of such surely. And so would most sane adults. Only those who really knew Dorian's mind might think he didn't care one way or another if they wound up having sex or not. Courtney was beautiful of course, but Dorian wasn't out to get into her pants. He wanted to express his art. If she wanted sex, it would probably come, but Dorian also loved to tease and he was a master of it, being one to keep his mouth shut for the most part and let is eyes do most of the talking. The elevator door slid open and they stepped inside, the smirk on Dorian's face almost a certain indicator that they were about to go do the deed. That only made his smirk grow into a full blown grin, bordering on laughter. He didn't, but it was a close thing. Then he pressed the last button on the wall. The one for the ninth floor and let his grin fade some so it looked less devious. They were on their way to his studio. He wondered what she'd think of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 16:59:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Catherine Sanders - In Kitchen</strong></div><br>Catherine nodded at Courtney. "Thanks." She spoke occupying the place where she had been. Her eyes rolled over to the redhead who had prepared the lunch. "May I?" She asked referring to one of the plates. "This looks delicious." She smiled as her eyes met that of redheads. Within couple of moments Draven appeared too. Probably noticing Avarice make her way here, Catherine thought with a chuckle.<br><br>The redhead..Katherine appeared to be in a hurry as she quickly walked out. Catherine nodded. Dorian and Courtney seemed to have hit it off. The man was a pretty known underground photographer. Catherine made a mental note of approaching him and asking to see his work later on. They were going out to see some of his work. Catherine noticed the oppurtunity as she hastily stood up and made her way out in the hallway. She coughed a little. "Excuse me for barging in like this, but Dorian..I would like to see some of your work as well..because my instinct tells me..you might prove to be a very interesting person to shoot with."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 17:07:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Avarice.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Avarice</strong> - <em>Tidying the kitchen...</em></span></div><br>Avarice didn't help herself to a plate of the chicken and salad, though it certainly did look appetizing. She had already eaten earlier and stuck to a strict schedule when it came to her meals. Despite her arrogance, some would say she probably deserved to flaunt a bit. Although her personality may not be the best on the surface, Avarice is full of pride of the works she's accomplished thus far. Respected as a model, she takes her work seriously...though once off the set her arrogance and pride tend to evolve into scorn.<br><br>As the others ate, she merely stood by quietly not really having all that much to say to them. Seeing the dishes starting to pile up and the kitchen staff absent, once again, pure habit kicked in and she soon found herself lathering a sponge with soap and cleaning up. It was ironic really, to see the woman who held herself in such high-esteem doing such mundane tasks. Yet at the same time, it only went to show that she was just human.<br><br>Dorian had never really piqued her interest very much and it had never crossed her mind to try and impress him in any way. His expression of 'art' didn't catch her eye and it was no secret to those who have worked with him that many times shoots went from 'artistic' to just pieces he stashed away for his own personal pleasure. It was one thing if the model willingly allowed him to do so, but to Avarice, there was nothing more distasteful. <br><br>Done cleaning the dishes in the sink, she placed them neatly into the dishwasher before turning to the only one remaining - Draven. She noticed with a small lopsided smile that they had all taken turns trying to make an impression on Dorian...all save for Katherine. It made her wonder what the new models would do to catch the eye of one of the other photographers, though what interested her most was that the seemingly quiet redhead had taken a pass at the opportunity.<br><br>&nbsp;Pointing to the giant dish that was now only a thirds full of salad and bits of chicken she asked, "Do you want seconds, 'cus I'm gonna stick that in the fridge if you don't."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MomoPeach</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 20:34:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Katherine Jones-In room four</strong></div><br>Katherine finished dragging the last of her suitcases through her bedroom door. Sighing she slammed it shut before flopping down on her bed. She looked around her room. It was small, but nicely decorated and comfortable. She peeled off the professional outfit that she had been wearing and substituted it with thigh length blue shorts and a white tank top. She walked into her bathroom and wiped the make up from her face. <br><br>"That's better!" A quick teeth brushing and face washing and she walked back out to her bedroom feeling refreshed. Katherine unpacked quickly sorting her clothes between the drawers and the closet. Finally she was finished and she sighed happily. Picking up a book she had left on her nightstand she sat in the big comfy chair in the corner and began to read. <br><br>'I guess I'll read a few more chapters and then go to bed. Tomorrow is assignment day.' She yawned before slipping a pair of glasses onto her face. Her contacts sat comfortably on the bathroom sink put away for the night. She got comfortable in the chair and began to read as she enjoyed the quietness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 16:13:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Courtney Rivers - 3rd Floor Kitchen</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/courtneythumb.jpg)</div><br>The alarm ringing in her ear, Courtney grumbled under her breath and rolled over in the bed, pulling the comforter over her head only to realize that the sound wouldn't go away.&nbsp; "oh for fuck's sake"&nbsp; she cried acrimoniously as she reached over and turned the alarm on her iPhone off.&nbsp; Laying back, staring up at the ceiling she thought through the conversation last night with Dorian regarding the shoot that Mr Driscoll wanted.&nbsp; No direct plans had been discussed, but Driscoll sounded like he was more than willing to pay good money for the shoot.&nbsp; Courtney found herself very attracted to Dorian's style.&nbsp; He reminded her of an underground artist she worked with when she first started getting into the scene.&nbsp; They had started out doing a simple shoot which turned into a very erotic evening.&nbsp; Dorian's vision was very much the same as his.&nbsp; Courtney wondered how excited she'd be after posing for Dorian.&nbsp; <br><br>Throwing the covers off of her, Courtney pulled her naked body out of bed.&nbsp; Stepping over to the dresser she pulled on a pair of tight underarmor shorts and tank top then pulled a loose heat wicking running top over her head.&nbsp; Tying her hair up in a pony tail and pulling on some short socks and running shoes on, Courtney slid her iPhone into her arm band and put her ear buds in her ear.&nbsp; A little AC/DC playing in her head, she rode the elevator to the first floor and exited the building, quickly jogging out of sight.&nbsp; The music was a distraction from the agony complaints of her body, but it didn't keep her mind from wandering.&nbsp; She thought about the previous days events, the people and the thoughts.&nbsp; Before she knew it she was rounding a corner in front of the studio.&nbsp; She came to a stop in front of the doors, her heart pounding, sweat running down every crevice&nbsp; on her body, her hair a mangled mess hanging all around her head.&nbsp; Finally getting her heart rate down a little, Courtney walked through the revolving glass door and pushed the button to the third floor.<br><br>Back in her room, she pulled the tight sweaty clothes off of her body and hung them from a towel rack in the bathroom.&nbsp; Turning on the shower, she let the hot water warm up the small tiled room before she stepped into the space age styled half circle shower.&nbsp; The European style multi shower head covered her body in water.&nbsp; Her hands slowly ran over the curves of her body, down her chest, over her full breasts, down over her stomach and across both of her hips.&nbsp; The water cleansed away the sweat and many of her cares as it ran over her skin, caressing her body.&nbsp; The fluffy white luffa frothed with soap suds as she ran it over her body, scrubbing every inch of her body.&nbsp; Dorian wanted her in his studio around ten to start the shoot, she was curious what he and Driscoll had discussed after she left the studio.&nbsp; The last of the soap slid down her legs towards the drain and the shampoo and conditioner had been washed from her hair.&nbsp; Stepping from the shower covered in a towel which just barely hid the cleavage of her breasts or covered her bare crotch, Courtney ran through her usual morning routine of getting herself together.<br><br>Dressed in a ratty pair of sweat pants and a tight Air Force shirt she had taken from an ex boyfriend, Courtney walked into the kitchen, her still wet hair in a pony tail hanging down her back, making her shirt wet.&nbsp; Finding some fruit and a few pieces of bread and cheese, she sat at the table slowly nibbling away at her breakfast wondering what interesting activities the day would include.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 21:05:48</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ On the third floor...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Bastiaan03.jpg)</div></div><br>The elevator doors opened and Bastiaan walked out with a grin on his face.&nbsp; His suit was finely made, pressed, and showed extensive attention to detail.&nbsp; The idea of the shot he had planned was beginning to solidify in his mind and become perfection.&nbsp; <em>Now to only make it a reality...</em><br><br>He strolled down the hallway; seeing a light in the kitchen.&nbsp; Turning around the doorway he saw a raven-haired girl eating fruit at a table.&nbsp; “Pardon me,” his voice filled with his rich accent, “I hope I am not intruding.&nbsp; Could you tell me where I might find Katherine Jones and Catherine Sanders?&nbsp; I have a shoot with them later and would like to leave a message for each.”<br><br>Bastiaan was grinning with the wonderfully crystallized vision of his shoot in mind and never bothered to introduce himself.&nbsp; “Who would you be?”&nbsp; Even in the attire the woman was rather pretty.&nbsp; <em>Maybe she'd make a good model for another project...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 21:35:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Courtney Rivers - 3rd Floor Kitchen</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/courtneythumb.jpg)</div><br>Courtney hadn't realized how lost in her thoughts she had been until they were interrupted by the man entering the Kitchen. <em> “Pardon me.........I hope I am not intruding." </em> The man was well dressed, but older than most of the staff of the Studio.&nbsp; There was a bit of familiarity to the man's face but she couldn't place where she knew him.&nbsp; She hadn't met him yesterday, but the face just didn't fit any memory.&nbsp; <em>"Could you tell me where I might find Katherine Jones and Catherine Sanders?&nbsp; I have a shoot with them later and would like to leave a message for each.”</em>&nbsp; The question had surprised Courtney.&nbsp; She did not expect the man to be a photographer, but she was trying to decide if she should be impressed or put off.&nbsp; She'd met photographers that he reminded her of in the past and most were over zealous with their plans and generally over visualized their shots.&nbsp; She was curious what kind he would turn out to be.&nbsp; The look on his face must have mirrored Courtney's realization that she did not know the man, his eyes flitted off of her for a moment as if he was thinking quickly before he spoke.&nbsp; <em>“Who would you be?”</em><br><br>Finishing chewing the grape that was in her mouth, Courtney smiled lightly, showing the man that he hadn't intruded on anything but her thoughts.&nbsp; "I'm Courtney Rivers.&nbsp; I'm one of the new Models.&nbsp; And I believe there is a bulletin board in the mail room where you can leave them messages.&nbsp; The door is down the hall on the way to the elevator."&nbsp; She popped another grape into her mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MomoPeach</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 06:36:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Katherine Jones</strong></div><br><em>Thud!</em> Katherine jumped up and looked around. 'Where am I?' She had to think a minute, but finally she remembered where she was. 'Oh yeah I almost forgot.' She reached over and picked up the book that had fallen to the floor. Closing it she stood up and placed it in the chair. 'I can't believe I fell asleep in that chair.' She stretched and then looked at the time on her cellphone. Her day was getting started late. Sighing she walked into the bathroom. The shower was turned on and the room quickly became filled with steam. She stepped inside and grabbed her soap as she thought about the day ahead. There was supposed to be a shoot scheduled today. She wondered if it was already posted on the bulletin board. <br><br>Stepping out of the shower she dried off and dried her hair with her little red blow dryer. That task over she went on to applying light make up and doing her hair. Stepping back into her room she slipped on a form fitting pair of blue jeans and a red t-shirt. A black bracelet was slipped onto her arm and she pulled on black flip flops. As she walked out of her room she locked the door and headed to the kitchen for a drink of water before finding out her assignment for the day. As she walked into the kitchen she saw Courtney talking to a man she didn't know. She smiled at Courtney. "Good morning," she directed at both of them before walking over to the sink and turning on the cold water. She grabbed a cup out of the cabinet and filled it up before shutting off the water and drinking it all down. <br><br>"Ah that's better." Katherine had a habit of talking to herself, most of the times without even knowing it. She sat the glass down grabbed an apple. She sat across from Courtney and took a bite of it. "Have you gotten your assignment yet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 06:50:10</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Speaking with Courtney...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Bastiaan03.jpg)</div></div><br>“Well, thank you very much Ms. Rivers.&nbsp; But I'd rather leave one under their door so as to not have it lost by accident.”&nbsp; From Bastiaan's experience as a model before he knew that sometimes <em>accidents</em> tended to happen with a message from a photographer to his intended model, just to have a new model show up unexpectedly to be a lifesaver.&nbsp; He didn't intend for anything like that to occur today.&nbsp; After this shot then maybe he'd not care what games they played with each other.<br><br>“At any rate, I could just wait around here for them to wake up.&nbsp; You seem to be a bit of an early riser, Ms. Rivers.&nbsp; Commendable, says something of your work ethic, and I like that in models.&nbsp; So do many photographers, please don't lose that quality.”&nbsp; He smiled softly at the last.<br><br>“Might I ask what you specialize in?&nbsp; I like to keep things fresh in my mind just in case something inspires me to create art with a particular model.”&nbsp; His eyes looked her over again, not in a lusting way, but as if he were imagining her in a particular setting to bring out the color of her eyes as well as the artwork on her skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 17:54:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><strong>Courtney Rivers - 3rd Floor Kitchen and Dressing Room</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/courtneythumb.jpg)</div><br><br><em>“Well, thank you very much Ms. Rivers.&nbsp; But I'd rather leave one under their door so as to not have it lost by accident.........At any rate, I could just wait around here for them to wake up.&nbsp; You seem to be a bit of an early riser, Ms. Rivers.&nbsp; Commendable, says something of your work ethic, and I like that in models.&nbsp; So do many photographers, please don't lose that quality.” </em>&nbsp; Courtney smiled at the man as she slowly picked at a small piece of bread.&nbsp; His arrogance was almost sweet in a very pretentious way.&nbsp; Like he knew he was acting arrogant, but he almost wanted to apologize for it.&nbsp; "Thank you, I try my best, but like most people, I am lazy.&nbsp; It's a struggle every day."&nbsp; She grinned.&nbsp; <em>“Might I ask what you specialize in?&nbsp; I like to keep things fresh in my mind just in case something inspires me to create art with a particular model.</em>&nbsp; Just as he asked her, Katherine stepped into the kitchen, <em>"Good morning,"</em> was all she said as she walked over to the sink and drew a long glass of water.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking back at the man before her, she considered his question carefully.&nbsp; "I've done all sorts of stuff from regular commercial work to more rough underground scene.&nbsp; I usually do artful softcore, but my tastes are as varied as the photographers I have met.&nbsp; I'm very picky about who I pose for and I've got to see your vision and like what I see before I'll pose for anyone.&nbsp; It's a bit of a pet peeve I have.&nbsp; I've had a few bad experiences that have taught me better.&nbsp; By the way, that's Katherine Jones, I'm not sure what room the other Catherine is in."<br><br><em>"Ah that's better."</em>&nbsp; Katherine seemed to say more to herself that to the other people in the kitchen.&nbsp; Courtney giggled a bit to herself as Katherine finished the glass of water off with the pomp and circumstance of her seven year old niece finishing a glass of milk.&nbsp; Then she promptly sat down at the table and tore sharply into a red apple.&nbsp; The crack of the skin echoed from the walls.&nbsp; <em>"Have you gotten your assignment yet?"</em> she asked after she had devoured most of the piece of apple she bit off.&nbsp; "Yeah!"&nbsp; Courtney giggled visually, her mouth turning into a semi-toothy grin.&nbsp; "The buyer called Dorian last night while I was up in his studio last night.&nbsp; It was quite an amusing conversation, but should be an interesting shoot.&nbsp; I think you're about to get yours."&nbsp; She said as she nodded towards the man in the suit who'd been standing by the door.<br><br>Having helped the man in the suit who had failed to introduce himself and Katherine get in touch with each other, Courtney walked out of the kitchen and walked into the changing room in back of the mail room.&nbsp; I was a large room with a number of vanities on each wall with lights and stools.&nbsp; Each vanity had an assortment of makeups, and other sundry items a model might need to make herself up for a shoot.&nbsp; <br><br>Happy to be the only one in the room, Courtney stripped off her sweatpants and tshirt and admired herself in the full length mirror on the back wall.&nbsp; Wanting to make sure there weren't any blemishes or unsightly bruises that needed to be covered.&nbsp; Satisfied with things, she sat down at the vanity and applied a simple covering of makeup.&nbsp; A light layer of blueish grey eye liner to bring out the natural strength of her eyes, along with a very small bit of mascara to accentuate her lashes.&nbsp; A dark ruby red lip stick carefully applied to every curve of her lips gave them an amazing contrast to her skin.&nbsp; A light dusting of blush on her cheeks and her forehead brought out a little more color than usual, she wasn't entirely sure it would be needed with Dorian's style of vision, but looking good for a shoot was necessary.&nbsp; She pulled her hair out of its pony tail and ran the blow dryer through, smiling as the natural free curl of her hair combined with being in a wet pony tail gave her hair a bit of a natural bounce.&nbsp; <br><br>She chose a red and black leather corset from the rack of costumes and fit it tightly to her body, allowing the soft lace top to accentuate but not crush her breasts.&nbsp; The tops of her breasts pushed up, giving her a pronounced cleavage.&nbsp; Next a pair of red thong underwear and black garters with black mesh stockings running up her smooth trim legs.&nbsp; Finally she chose a shiny pair of black six inch heel calf high leather boots with zippers up each side.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what kind of image Mr Driscoll had in mind, but she would dress in her way and let him adjust her look once he saw her.&nbsp; Turning in the mirror to check and make sure verything was in place, she grabbed a robe from the clothing rack to cover her costume and headed to the elevator.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Falanor</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 18:13:09</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;">Bastiaan Pranger ~ Speaking with Courtney and Katherine...<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Bastiaan03.jpg)</div></div><br>He softly chuckled, an honest sound from him, at her&nbsp; and stepped to the side as the red-haired woman entered the room nodding to her sentiment as she drank the glass of water.&nbsp; He was pleased to see that one of the models he would work with was up and active already.&nbsp; Turning back to the other model as she started speaking he listened intently.&nbsp; He nodded with her, it was only fair as he thought that a model would want to make sure she's in the hands of a professional, he was much the same way during his career.&nbsp; A professional that would give her his best as he expected that from her as well.&nbsp; “Perhaps we can discuss something at a later time.&nbsp; I'm on seven if you would like to see my work.”&nbsp; He told her as she left.<br><br>Turning to Katherine he spoke kindly enough, “I'm to be working with you and two others today.&nbsp; We have a very important shoot to get done for Aline and I'm pleased to work with you, Ms. Jones.”&nbsp; He gave her a small smile and continued, “So, if you're feeling up to it I'd like to have you and the rest of the models meet with Brandon and myself in say...an hour?”<br><br>He turned to leave and thought for a moment, “Oh, and if you would be so kind as to direct me to Catherine Sanders' room so I might slip a note to her?&nbsp; I'd appreciate it, and have a good breakfast.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MomoPeach</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 18:33:11</strong>
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				<strong>Katherine Jones-In the Kitchen</strong><br><br>Katherine continued to bite into her apple as she watched Courtney walk off. She nodded as the man spoke. "Alright I'll see you in one hour. Oh and Catherine is next door to me I believe room three." Katherine stood up and tossed the apple as she made her way to the bulletin board.&nbsp; Aline said she always posted assignments there for the day. She walked to the board and looked for her name. Finding it she ran a finger across the list. "Bastiaan Pranger." She took note of what floor he worked on and what assignment she had for the day. <br><br>"Guess I better get ready." As she walked to contemplated her assignment. She was going to play the submissive role in a shoot with the other Catherine whom she had met briefly the first night. Katherine walked to the changing room and glanced at Courtney as she walked past. She walked over to the racks of costumes and pushed through them lightly. "I wonder what I should wear." She tapped her lip before moving through the clothes again. Finally she decided on something a little more risque. She slipped off the jeans and t-shirt and pulled on &nbsp;a short black dress (http://www.odgirl.com/media/images/product_detail/09-V8369-M.jpg) that stopped at the very top of her thighs. The dress was made of latex and it clung to her curvy body sexily. She slipped on a pair of &nbsp;thigh high boots (http://www.odgirl.com/media/images/product_detail/PL-DELIGHT-3000-M.jpg) and walked over to the vanity table to apply her make up. She decided to &nbsp;curl her hair today (http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSTVmj_u2_KbZ3hhHwn6OPkyUke5AKsOU_mDP6ug729Fn_LcRc&amp;t=1&amp;usg=__AKHOVFOhOIBWL56OkFVJLCuWUbQ=) to give herself a softer look. She applied makeup. Eyeliner to play up her eyes, a little blush and a little red lipstick to make her lips appear plumper. Everything in place she decided to rummage through the accessories and she found a black collar with silver hears circling it. She put it around her neck and inspected herself in the mirror. <br><br>"Not bad." She stood and smoothed the dress. "Good luck Courtney." She walked out of the dressing room and made her way to Bastiaan's studio on the seventh floor. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84849.0)<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark King</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 05:29:33</strong>
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				<div align="center">Draven Blackwood-In Bed</div><br>Draven could feel himself slowly rise from his slumber. It felt like his body was completely submersed in water,and he was rising slowly from its depths. Opening one eye he could clearly see it was morning. Today was his first shoot.He had read both text he had gotten last night. It seem the previous day was basically a blur after he arrived. Not remembering much after he left the kitchen that previous day. Only that his stuff had finally arrived. He got up as he started to prep laying out the things he was bringing to the shoot. He had his own makeup kit it came in handy when he had to do a touch up here and there in between shots. Usually there was a make up artist in the studio but he was not sure how they do thing as waxing Rhapsodic so made sure he was prepared. <br><br>Stepping into the shower it was nice and hot. The steam clouding the glass pain as the water ran down his body. He could feel his morning erection.Still hard as his hands reached for it.He began to Imagining some of the finest women he had slept with over the years as he serviced himself. It was always good to calm and relaxed before a shoot so the night before he usually had a girl or two over, but yesterdays hustle had left him no opportunity. This would have to do for now. Finishing his shower. Draven got dressed packing his modeling bag as he stepped out of the door.&nbsp; <em>"It's was going to be an interesting day,"</em> he though to himself as he headed to Ingrid's Studio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84418.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 05:23:58</strong>
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				<strong>Ronin Alexandros;&nbsp; Heading to Room 9 to unpack and then the Lobby.</strong><br><br>Ronin was tired from his trip to WR, but he was excited as well as he wandered the halls, looking for his room that would match his key.&nbsp; He smelled good food not too far off and it made his stomach growl, but he would get his things at least in his new room before heading to chow down.&nbsp; Taking the key out of his back pocket, Ronin paused for a moment, thinking he was making a mistake on being here, but why would that be?<br><br>Shaking the thought away, he chuckled at his nervousness and inserted the key into the lock, turned it, and opened the door, slipping inside easily enough.&nbsp; Shutting it behind him, dragging his bag through a moment before that, Ronin marveled at the rich decor he saw before him.&nbsp; Damn, this was going to be fun.&nbsp; Dropping his bag on the well appointed king sized four poster bed, Ronin planned to unpack after he had gotten some food in his stomach as he put his key back in his pants pocket again before heading out, locking the door behind him before heading back down to the lobby.&nbsp; He'd unpack later, but he wanted to be nice and say hey to everyone downstairs in the lobby first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>24-10-2010, 06:54:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">It is now:</span></strong> <br><br><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Day 3 <em>(ends Sat, Nov 13)</em></span><br><br>Day 3 will <strong>end</strong> on <em>Sat, Nov 13</em>!<br>Sun, Nov 14 - Day 4 <strong>begins</strong>! </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 01:38:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Due to the tragic fire...</span></strong> <br><br>Waxing Rhapsodic has moved to another location. Posting from here on out will take place in the new building.<br><br>R.I.P. To the memories made and lost, along with all the beautiful artwork created. <br><br>Here's looking to a brighter tomorrow as those of us left work together to rebuild Waxing Rhapsodic to its former glory.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 3rd Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 03:34:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: pristina;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">4th Floor - Photographers</span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/4th_Floor_Blueprint.jpg)</div><br>After the tragedy of the accidental fire, Waxing Rhapsodic has managed to move on and pick up its pieces. Now, located in a smaller building, those who had decided to stay are now returning after a month's time. <br><br>Despite all of the changes, the expectations are still the same. Employees are expected to always be dressed neatly and care for their appearance. Most importantly, is catering to the needs of customers (buyers) - "When bearing the company name, you are a representative to the public." Now due to the financial situation that the gallery is currently in, there is more pressure on the photographers to produce pieces that sell. With the smaller staff, everyone will be expected to help out where needed - this applies to the photographers as well. If needed, photographers can step in to help with a shoot, to model, and also keep the gallery running smoothly. Despite the competition, all share a mutual goal.<br><br>The 3rd floor is exclusive to the photographers and their immediate needs. Similar to the rest of the staff, photographers are given the option of&nbsp; residing within assigned rooms in the building. However, the rooms are now smaller and roommates are given to everyone. <br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/3rd_Floor_Room_Layout.jpg)</div><br>The rooms are similarly equipped as that of the 2nd floor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84364.msg3879447#top), just with a slightly different arrangement.<br><br>• two 'bedrooms' with a frosted glass door and window (facing the closets) <br>• each bedroom has: one small bed + one small set of drawers<br>• two closets - smaller side has sliding doors, meant for hanging clothing/larger side has regular door, has shelves meant for storage<br>• two desks<br>• one sofa<br><br>Besides the ceiling lights, each desk is equipped with a built-in light. The floors are made of oak, and blinds cover the windows. The rooms are completely bare and thus each person is expected to bring their own things such as bed necessities (cover, pillow, blankets).<br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Furniture.jpg)</div>Each photographer has their own mailbox located along the wall of the lounge. The bulletin board will show events and announcements. The kitchen holds all basic necessities in terms of utensils, ingredients have to be bought on their own time and money. The lounge is simple but comfortable, plush chairs and sofas take up the room with a flat screen TV being the only entertainment. The restroom and showers can be accessed from both sides, the photographer rooms and studios. <br><br>The studio is actually one large room that has been divided by three sliding walls. The studios are not public studios, instead they are assigned and shared by two photographers. <br><br>If anything happens to be damaged (due to carelessness or accidents) then employees are expected to replace the item out of their own pocket. However, if a problem occurs (such as leaks, plumbing, wear and tear due to age and use) then the problem can be brought to Aline who will promptly send for repairs.<br><br><div align="center"><sup>More rooms will be added on if needed.</sup></div><br><strong>Room 1:</strong> Esoteric Myobi - Aline Myobi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3724640#msg3724640) and Secretwriter - Ingrid Schmidt (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3765333#msg3765333)<br><strong>Room 2:</strong> Falanor - Bastiaan Pranger (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3731452#msg3731452) and echoes - Morgan Delany (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3762213#msg3762213)<br><strong>Room 3:</strong> Rukio - Dorian Silver (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3725699#msg3725699)<br><strong>Room 4:</strong> <br><br><strong>Studio A:</strong> echoes - Morgan Delany (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3762213#msg3762213) and Rukio - Dorian Silver (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3725699#msg3725699)<br><strong>Studio B:</strong> Esoteric Myobi - Aline Myobi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3724640#msg3724640)<br><strong>Studio C:</strong> Secretwriter - Ingrid Schmidt (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3765333#msg3765333) and Falanor - Bastiaan Pranger (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3731452#msg3731452)<br><strong>Studio D:</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Waxing Rhapsodic - 4th Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>echoes</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 01:24:21</strong>
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				-Morgan, Studio A, dodging the artful Aline ( who might want to kill him ...again)-<br><br>Morgan moved into the studio and locked the door behind him, sweeping away from the door and looking about the working area.He was supposed to be sharing it with Dorian, and he would be happy to as soon as Dorian could prove that A) Aline was not behind him with a gun to his head so she could get in and Shoot Morgan, or B) Dorian was not aiding that very same Aline for performing some type of Amateur amputation or surgery. Either way, Morgan locked the door, and pushed a piece of furniture up against it for good measure. He kicked his shoes off, socks following them to drape atop the chucks, and then he set about working.<br><br>&nbsp;It was not the largest place he had to work, nor was it the smallest. It was better than the roach motel firetrap that had been the first place he had worked out, this was certain. it was a simple place, but he found that to be the draw, the motivation for his work at the time. There was an attraction, a simplicity and return to the basics that he felt drawn to, and with that in mind, he began to work.<br><br>He moved to the center of the room, drawing a chair he had found from against the wall. Even though he had some decent funds available he never lost the skill of being frugal. Dumpster diving and consignment store shopping was an art, and he did so enjoy his art. He had found a chair in one of his many sojourns into the trash and refuse of various construction projects about the city. The chair had to be older than he was, still functional, but with no trappings of finery left about it. it was cold, sterile, lifeless, and that meant it was perfect.<br><br><div align="center">(http://z.about.com/w/experts/Collectibles-General-Antiques-682/2009/12/Antique-Carved-Chair_1.jpg)</div><br>He set the chair in the middle of the room, making it the focal point of his soon to be display. He had spent time cleaning it, sanitizing it, he would not work in unsafe conditions. He removed any sheen and lacquer from the chair, leaving it dull and drab, it was part of the piece, but would not be the beauty. Below the chair he arranged a black mat and then set about assembling the frames to attach scrims behind the chair, the goal being to disguise the depth of the supposed room the chair was occupying.<br><br>He worked quickly, arranging and situating the chair until he felt it fit his mood. Once done he knew he would need to head to the storage room and pull lights to highlight the object, the cast shadow and glow the way he envisioned in his mind. He would start with the chair itself, something as a base line of photos before he went to the lobby and attempted to shang-hi one of the people gathered down there. He was on a roll, and right now he did not want to stop.<br><br>He did wonder how insane he was going to have to get until Dorian decided that working with Morgan was much akin to trying to give a rabid ocelot with adhd a bath? Ah well, maybe he should just turn into a pirate and steal the last unused studio until they had no choice but to share. He wondered what acts of contrition he would have to pay to Aline to get that done. He started to move the furniture out of the way of the door so as to get downstairs where there were unknowing victims awaiting him.
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