By Design [anon & Dawg & Wistful Dream]
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				Title: <strong>By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 07:20:47</strong>
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				She really wasn't one much for crowds, but such was the life. Talia Humar couldn't avoid them, not here in this glittering metropolis and not if she wanted to really make a name for herself. Although that was a task that the shy female was making quiet a stride toward, having scored a slot in the spring fashion show and being in the midst of gearing up for the fall. But the spring had been all female looks, things designed with women like herself in mind. Tali wasn't the normal successful designer for the high fashion area, at least, she didn't look like a model herself. Rather errant ebony curls escaped from whatever hold they were put into, rather like tonight with several already having slipped free of their pins to frame her softly shaped face, and her figure was what marked her out in this crowd. She was fuller then fashion, not fat, not over weight, but curvy, petite, only 5"6 to many of the models 5"9-10's. She felt like she was in a crowd of trees.<br><br>The female worked her way toward the balcony doors, toward fresh air and sanity to her mind. Her curvaceous body was played up in a dress of her own design, a dark sapphire color, the material clinging to her upper body before flaring out at the bottom of her hips with a full flowing skirt that flattered her. It was a romantic style, rather like her easy going personality, and the color of the dress complimented her lovely storm gray blue eyes. The dark dress and her dark hair showed off the pale smooth skin that was free to notice, and a simple necklace, silver, with a teardrop pendant of a sapphire lay around her neck. It was a gift from her mother. <br><br>Tali was not use to being a center focus at parties, and even with her name on the rise she still didn't garner much attention because she avoided it, shrank from it. A few men might approach her, but she hardly spoke a word and had by now been thought of as a bit of a snob. Although nothing could be further from the truth, the girl wasn't going to come out and say she was afraid of the fashion crowd, that way led to the road of ruin. Instead she held a slender flute wine glass in her hands and sipped from it the white wine she had chosen in slow doses, watching the crowds.<br><br>Kiri, her new partner in business had said she would help her with finding men to wear her new designs. Evening wear was were she shone and so that was where they would focus. She honestly wasn't quiet sure what to make of the other woman's more forceful personality, but help was help. She turned her back then, resting her arms against the balcony as her eyes drank in the sights of the city at night, alone within a crowd as she so often was. <br><br>Talia was grateful that her parents, although very wealthy, had chosen to bring her up outside of the large cities, to give her a semi&nbsp; normal childhood, she felt like it grounded her compared to the other rich and famous' offspring that spent the nightlife at these parties. Tali may have not had a common upbringing, what with the adoption at the age of eleven and no memories before that time but the twenty four year old was quiet happy with her parents and her choices in life. Her fingers traced over the cold railing, she trailed them along the surface, humming softly to herself the music score of Atonement's opening song as she walked down the pathway, away from the door, from the excess of sound and people. She sought silence to calm and still her mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 08:13:30</strong>
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				Kiri Lee stalked about the room, exchanging perfunctory kisses and greetings even as she scanned about the room, looking for her next prey.<br><br>"Miss Lee. If you can just take a look at my portfolio-"<br><br>She gave a tight smile to the waiter before plucking a flute from him. He was only the third person that evening to try that. She was going to murder whoever decided to announce to the world, or the party at least, that she was an agent. "I'm sorry, but I'm off the clock tonight." She answered as politely as she could. "You can send it to my office though, and I'll be happy to take a look at it then." She had perfected the only after a few years of internship. <br><br>Her earrings flashed as she turned away to continue her greetings. Of course there was plenty of things that she would rather do, but the schmoozing was part of the job description, a job that despite all of her gripes and complaints, she loved in the end. And...<br><br>She licked her lips, tasting the champagne on them. <em>Not just because of the eye candies either, although they've got to be one of the bigger perks.</em><br><br>For that particular evening, she had exchanged her usual, no-nonsense crisp suit and forgo her fondness for leather for a black silk dress that hugged her slim frame, a result of hours with personal trainers and her...hobby. Her dark hair was pulled up into a French twist and a pair of high heels clad her feet, both designed to give the diminutive woman a bit more height.<br><br>Having to pretty much fight her way through most of her life, Kiri had developed a personality that served her well in the fashion industry, and especially well in her little corner of that world. Always pushing her boundaries and with a penchant for entering into new grounds through a combination of gut instincts and calculative analysis, she had managed to make somewhat of a name for herself in the field that she worked in. Her newest project, however, was proving to be a bit more challenging than she had first anticipated.<br><br><em>Though...</em> She scanned the crowd of people for a certain red head. <em>I might be able to solve that little problem of ours.</em> As a general rule, she usually didn't allow herself to become particularly invested with any designers, but Talia Humar was the exception. A rising star, Kiri was sure.<br><br>She spotted said red head over by the table with the chocolate fountain, surrounded by a gaggle of giggling girls. Rolling her eyes, she moved over and slipped an arm about him. While she would love some playtime, when Kiri was at work, her concentration was fierce, and damned be anyone who got in the way. "Patrick, darling," Her voice fair purred. Only those that knew her would detect the tone of irritation in her words, "play later, dear, work now." And the over use of endearment was usually a clear indication that her patience was wearing thin, as was the pinch in the corners of her lips even as she smiled. "Come, there is someone that I want you to meet." She said as she began half-lead and half-drag him over to Talia.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 17:38:30</strong>
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				In the glamorous galaxy of modeling, Patrick Macgregor was a supernova waiting to happen. Taken under the wing of famed photographer Kiri Lee this fledgling model, might have a chance to go on and work with some of the industry’s biggest names and Kiri didn't want to waste that potential without bringing her newest talented designer Talia Humar along, the two of them together could really make things happen.<br><br>Born and raised in Scotland the young Patrick had a face that even Bruce Hulse could be jealous of.&nbsp; That wasn't all that he had though, the top of his head bore the most recognizable feature of his heritage, a neatly cropped reddish-brown mane that shone under the lights like no other.&nbsp; His perfectly shaped body from the square shoulders and hardened pecs down to his washboard abs could present any line of fashion from evening wear like tonight down to Calvin Klein's newest line of brief's.&nbsp; And his movements in front of the camera or on the walkway could be like a caged feral animal of prey or the grace of Fred Astaire depending on the shoot.&nbsp; A natural in front of the lens Kiri was already talking to GQ about a cover shoot even though he had only been in the country a couple of short months.<br><br>She had him come to meet her here tonight so she could finally get design and presentation together as one.<br><br>With his looks and attitude on life, Patrick was also a natural with the ladies, they swam through a crowd to get to the shiny spinner that was his looks and swallowed the bait when he spoke.&nbsp; It was always like taking fish from a barrel for him.&nbsp; Tonight was no exception as he stood near the chocolate fountain joking with the school of females around him about jumping in the fountain so they could have the best of both worlds.<br><br>He felt the soft touch of her hand around his waist before he heard the morning doves voice.&nbsp; He knew from his short time with her that she loved to play, but when it came to business she was serious.&nbsp; That’s what he liked about her, just like him you work hard and play hard.&nbsp; Whenever she called him Patrick Darling, he knew she was serious, so reluctantly he turned to his adoring companions <strong>“Sorry ladies, the chocolate playtime willnae need tae wait until later, Ah need tae go noo.”</strong><br><br>He turned to Kiri and gave her the kiss on the cheek so common at these affairs, normally it would have had more feeling but he knew why he was there, he was merchandise tonight, to be showed off and he was good at that.&nbsp; No playtime till later, now it was performance time. <strong>“So is this the new designer ye want me tae meet, the wan that is getting intae men’s fashion these days.”</strong><br><br>He turned to face the room in his custom Italian silk suit, the beige polo button down with silver cufflinks set a wonderful match for his auburn hair and piecing brown eyes.&nbsp; He scanned the crowd as Kiri started leading him across the sea of people.&nbsp; <strong>“Ye look ravishing tonight Kiri, an' whit is that captivating perfume yer wearing, haven’t hud the pleasure ae smelling that wan yet?”</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 20:22:34</strong>
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				Kiri fair purred again at the Scottish accent, but jerked her mind back to business. "It's called liquor, Patrick." She answered wryly as she continued leading him through the crowd, no easy feat considering that there were attempts of stopping them every few steps or so. "Save the charm for Talia, dear." She said while smiling sweetly and shaking her head in rejection at a question that she didn't even really register.<br><br>She continued dragging him through the crowd and out the balcony doors where she had saw Talia disappeared through earlier before she finally caught the dark-haired woman. Stalking over to her, Kiri caught her hands and gave her the mandatory air kisses before the other could react, standing on her toes to do so despite her heels. "Finally caught you, Talia. You have got to stop hiding in the dark." <br><br>The two women stood next to each other, a stark contrast against each other: the sweet ease of one against the aggressive attitude of the other. <br><br>One hand on her lower back, Kiri nudged Talia forward a little bit. "Talia Humar, meet Patrick Macgregor." She gestured between the two. "Patrick, Talia. Play nice, you two." She added, mostly at Patrick, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Her eyes caught his and narrowed slightly as though to warn him. She whispered in Talia's ear. "Nice eye candy, no?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 20:36:35</strong>
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				She hadn't expected to have Kiri track her down outside. Granted she knew that the female wanted to see her to introduce her around, however Talia preferred to keep to the edges at parties, regardless of how wonderfully she was dressed, or the artless beauty that caused several secret admirers. Yet she wasn't upset when Kiri dragged on her hand and turned her around, away from the view of the city, although she did have to focus for a minute to make sure that her wine wasn't upset. She smiled warmly though at the kisses and returned them politely. <br><br>"I'm sorry Kiri, you know I don't like crowds though." <br><br>Tali gave a slight start when the other woman pushed her forward though, and she nearly stumbled on her three inch heels, she didn't dress like Kiri, it was a classical look that clung to her as dark blue gray eyes met brown ones. She smiled, a quirk of her full lips, her posture speaking an curious uncertainty. "Its a pleasure to meet you Patrick."<br><br>She dipped a slight curtsy, it was old world manners yes, but that was how her parents had brought her up. Play nice? Why would Kiri say that? Talia was always pleasant. She felt a bit lost, but Patrick certainly was handsome, and looking at him standing there in his evening wear her fingers itched to sketch out more ideas, his body was perfect for the type of line she had been considering. At Kiri's hushed words a slight blush stole into her cheeks and she sought for a suitable reply. "Inspiration more so then eye candy Kiri dear." She murmured back, smiling slightly up at him again, aware it was horribly rude to whisper. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 21:00:59</strong>
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				Patrick wasn’t trying to be coy with Kiri, but she wasn’t falling for any of his charms on business time so he let himself be dragged across the floor and through the balcony doors out onto the balcony.&nbsp; Al the way people trying to stop Kiri to talk to her or some trying to talk to him but being cut short by Kiri.&nbsp; He enjoyed being around her when she was like this, he didn’t have to do any of the silly social etiquette rules, just let her do the talking and look handsome.<br><br>As they came through the door he peered out at the skyline of the city and took a deep breath of the outside air, he wouldn’t call it fresh by any standards.&nbsp; Growing up and playing in and around Macgregor castle taught him what fresh air was and there was none of that here in California, at least not the parts he had been to yet, but it was better than all the smoke inside.&nbsp; He also looked around for the designer that Kiri was supposed to be introducing him to, but the only person out here was the dame leaning against the balcony.<br><br>Kiri started talking to her and he looked up at the stars for a moment until he realized that Kiri was introducing them to each other, that’s when it hit him.&nbsp; She was the designer; he was expecting some old shriveled up elite who had a scarf wrapped around their neck, not some thing as beautiful as her.&nbsp; Yes he knew more beautiful girls, he is in the industry of beautiful people, but for a non mega-model she could fill his dance ticket for a song or two.<br><br>Her Sapphire dress was stunning, better than anything he had seen on the catwalk in some time, but it wasn’t that so much that caught his attention, it was her dark blue-gray eyes that stared back into his as they caught each other. Her curved face framed by an errant lock of hair that has come looses from its restraints.<br><br>The two girls spoke a bit and Kiri introduced them with a warning to him that it was his time to impress, not hers. He was about to reach out and kiss her like all the girls here prefer when she curtsied to him.&nbsp; No one here had done that yet and it reminded him of the girls back home and the old world customs, so instead he bowed to her and gently grasping her hand brought it to his lips kissing the back of her hand.<br><br><strong>“Pleasure tae meet ye Tali, Ah must say that the dress ye ur wearing is beautiful, who designed such a work ae art.&nbsp; Ah must add that ye fit in it perfectly, as if it wer custom designed jist fur ye.”</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 21:49:03</strong>
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				She surprised him, Talia was good at picking up cues from people, and she could tell she wasn't what he expected. After all, it was usually an older woman or some young gay man with flare that were the up and coming designers. She knew how out of place she was in this world of glittering lights and beautiful people. But she had a right to be here, by her parents and by her own merit. She was good at what she did. So she smiled at him, totally at ease with his moment of nonplus. <br><br>What she hadn't expected was for him to reach out and take her hand gently into his large one, his long well formed body bowing in two as his lips pressed softly into her hand. Her blush heightened for a moment as she stood there, transfixed by him and his actions. Where was he from? To act this way? She was most certainly interested now in this new model. <br><br>And then came his voice, like dark velvet sliding through the night air. Her lovely eyes darkened with surprise at the broughe to his words, the accent revealing in part the old world gesture. A Scotsman in L.A.? Well there certainly were several. But she had never thought to work with a man who looked like a young god and had his words flavored by an accent. She was known for female clothes, Kiri had done her a world of favors in bring this man to her. He might just be the ticket to her success in the men's department. <br><br>At his compliment to her dress she smiled, her hand leaving his to smooth down the skirt of the dress. "My thanks Mr. Macgregor, I designed it myself. It is similar to one of my spring pieces, however this particular one is the only one like it. If I have to go to party's I at least want to be able to dress in a manner I enjoy."<br><br>Her eyes flickered to Kiri then, her glass raising to her lips to sip at the white wine. "My thanks for the introduction Kiri, I am eager to get to work on next seasons show."
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				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>05-10-2008, 22:42:19</strong>
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				"Inspiration, hm?" Kiri raised an eyebrow, muttering softly, watching the two interact even while she kept watch on the party going on inside out of the corner of her eyes. The price of playing both an agent and not-quite-moonlighting as a photographer, she had to be aware of all the aspects of this world. She nodded at a few old acquaintances and blew a kiss to the designer whose creation she was wearing that night, before turning her attention back to the two before her, all the while rolling the flute of champagne between her fingers.<br><br>The bow and the curtsy were gestures that were beyond her, having only seen them in movies. Her world had always been full of glitter and glamor, insincere flattery and ego-stroking excuses. Her parents had given her the best that they could manage, dropping her off at boarding school while they trek across the world. During the brief time that they spent with their only daughter, they passed on their love of capturing the world through lenses. <br><br>She smiled in satisfaction, the expression softening her features, making her cheekbones more prominent. There was nothing quite like watching two people clicking. She had always tried to capture that energy with her lenses, guiding the models to project that link with the intended audience.<br><br>"Thinking about next season already?" Kiri asked as she re-entered the conversation, casting a quick smile at Patrick indicating that he had done his job. "So, I would not be wrong to say that you will be using Patrick then?" Her mind was already picturing the shoots. Talia's style on Patrick. It was going to create a sensation that would shake the fashion world, she was sure of it. "If you have some samples made already, you can see how it fit on him and we can go from there. I know you are at a bit of a disadvantage since you haven't seen his portfolio yet, so we can even do a mock session if you would like."
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 03:50:48</strong>
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				Talia glanced back at Kiri when she spoke and nodded, taking another step back from Patrick, her hands clasping her flute glass as the stem and holding it in against her stomach. "Of course Kiri, its always my job to do so. There is not only the show coming up in a week but also that competition for Vouge." She glanced back at the male and smiled "I think we could win it. And that would make all three of our names."<br><br>She raised the glass to her lips and took another small sip nodding. "Yes, he would do perfectly for my line I'm sure." Samples already made, she thought, considering what she had at home in her studio currently. There were at least three full looks completed with waist coat, shirt, and all the other little details. It helped that this man could pull off an older fashion of look. That was what her clothes returned to, from the romantic curving figures her dressed made to the roguish, dashing appeal of the male's counterpart to them. She made art and stories with her clothing. <br><br>A gaggle of girls came their way, their high pitched voices, too tight clothing and obviously fake appearances grated on her nerves. When they laughed in unionism she winced and took another step backward. Their eyes were fixed on Patrick, moths to a flame. Then her gaze was pulled away from them, to a man who stepped out onto the balcony and she silently cursed her luck. "We can do a mock session as soon as it works for either of you. However since my obligations here are now met I am departing, I have people I would rather not tangle with. Kiri you know where I live, just give me a call before you come over." She dropped another curtsy "A pleasure Mr. Macgregor."<br><br>And with that she moved past them, putting her glass down on a table and headed toward the door, glad for her shorter height now, for that meant she would escape the eyes of the man that was clearly searching for her. Gerald had not taken to her breaking things off well, but he had given her no other choice. She would not quarrel with him again, she wove her way through the crowds out toward the entrance, leaving Kiri and the handsome man behind her. However she was left standing, with her wrap now around her shoulders to wait for her car and driver to be called.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 05:18:31</strong>
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				Kiri blinked at the woman's sudden disappearance. "Looks like it's going to work out." She muttered to Patrick before wincing in annoyance at the high pitched voice of the gaggle of girls coming their way. Pressing a hand to her temples, she suppressed the urge to snap at them. She shot a sideways glance at Patrick, her lips quirked in a smile. While she didn't doubt that he wanted to stay longer and enjoy the company, there still was business to attend to. "Sorry to ruin your fantasies, but it is a business night. That does mean that you will have to hold off the flirting and the fun until another date." She grabbed his hand and tugged a little. "We've got a girl to catch. Come on."<br><br>She squared her shoulders as she dragged the man back into the room again, brushing past the girls and ignoring their glares. You get use to them after spending some time standing around Patrick. Her heels snapped briskly against the floor as she entered the crowd, well aware of how ridiculous it must look to the onlooker, seeing the tiny woman dragging the red head behind her. She continued deflecting the questions and offers on the way to the door, as politely as she could, pausing only long enough to ask the whereabouts of Talia before finally told that the woman was last seen headed toward the door. She handing the flute of half-finished champagne off to a server before picking up her coat. <br><br>Pulling on the brocade short cape, she walked out of the place, leaving behind the sound of the soiree behind her, trusting Patrick to follow her as she went to search about for Talia.<br><br>She saw the lone figure and approached her, stopping only when she reached her and stood, hip pushed to the side and eyebrow cocked at the woman. "You have got to give me more time to react before vanishing off like that." She glanced over her shoulders for Patrick to come over and join them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>06-10-2008, 06:12:47</strong>
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				Patrick looked on and watched as the two woman spoke realizing they were cutting some type of deal that involved him.&nbsp; He knew better than to open his lips at a time like that and glanced back in at the party and the girls standing near the chocolate fountain.&nbsp; One day he wouldn’t have to work so hard to cinch these deals, they would just fall in and he could enjoy these parties instead of work them<br><br>As Talia finished her side and obviously went to make her exit, he returned her curtsy with a bow of his own.&nbsp; <strong>“The pleasure is a' mine this evening mam.”</strong><br><strong><br>“Wow, ye jist amaze me sometimes how ye strike deals like that without even batting wan ae thae pretty eyelashes.”</strong>&nbsp; But before he can even finish the sentence Kiri is dragging him through the crowd again.&nbsp; He blows some kisses to a couple of the girls he was talking to and waives from across the room as they make it to the door.<br><br>They ride the elevator down pretty much in silence except for a couple that hopped on at the 5th floor that he had some small talk with, Kiri was to busy concentrating on something. And as they reached the street they found Talia standing by the curb looking for her ride and approached, <strong>“Evening again mam, seems ye aren’t gaun tae gerrit rid ae us so soon”</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 00:47:16</strong>
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				It was cold out tonight, and she was glad for her wrap around her shoulders, the material a nice dense wool woven to be as sleek as a silk one but several times more practical. It was the same dark sapphire as her dress, and she pulled it tighter around her, glancing up in surprise as Kiri appeared. She hadn't thought Kiri or Patrick would wish to leave the gathering as quickly as she had. But the pose and the facial expression the agent directed toward her caused a blush to spring into her cheeks. That had been an awful lasp in manners to hurry away so quickly.<br><br>"I'm sorry Kiri, I just..you know how I feel about crowds, the crush was horrid. And I have ideas I want to sketch out now." She shifted, feeling guilty for what she had done, but she was a woman grown and it had been the right thing to leave and avoid the man with whom she had been entangled with not that long ago. <br><br>Talia turned startled though to see Patrick with Kiri still, and she smiled softly, nodding her head. "I would not wish to get rid of either of the two of you, however the crowds and press of them I can do without. Kiri, would you like to come up to the studio now?"<br><br>And as she said that her car was pulled around, a straight, normal limo for the night. She wanted to down play attention to herself mostly. It would work out well if they both came up to her work area tonight, she could get the measurements she needed for Patrick and start on those newer ideas that seeing him put her in mind of. He could have easily been placed in a long ago century and look wise fit in perfectly. <br><br>Which made her no ends of happy considering the task that was before her. She pondered for a moment Kiri's mention of a mock up earlier and it would not be hard to set up, not with the large grounds allotted to her mansion, nor the inside itself. There were many different rooms, all decorated by she herself, different time periods, recreating things. She loved her home and didn't often invite people into it, it was her haven here. <br><br>"Kiri, Patrick I would be delighted if you both accompanied me back to my studio for now. Please, allow me to offer you a ride and when we get there some late supper."
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				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 01:54:20</strong>
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				Kiri laid a light hand on Talia's shoulder. "I know. But you do have to get use to it, especially if you're going to reach half of the popularity that I think you will." Ambition shown on the young woman's face for a moment. Once outside and out of her business mode, Kiri looked a good deal more relaxed, her posture more at ease. Her job demanded her attendance at these parties, but she would be the first to admit that it could get overwhelming and she usually spend the next days bumming about at home in an over-sized t-shirt and a pint of Haagan-Dazs ice cream. <br><br>She paused for a moment at the mention of going up to the studio, following Talia's train of thoughts. "Sounds good. I happen to have my equipment in my car, so if you two will just wait for me for a few minutes we might be able to get something started tonight." She tossed over her shoulders as she headed for the parking lot<br><br>Shaking her head at the valet when he offered to drive the car out for her instead, she took the key from him and found the little red corvette that she had came in.<br><br>Popping open the trunk in the back, she shifted aside the blanket to pull out her laptop bag and her camera. Slipping her clutch bag into the laptop bag, she slammed the trunk back and headed back toward the other two. She had traveled lightly that night, bringing only what she deemed as essential, including her camera. She had gotten into the habit of carrying her camera about, in hopes of unsuspected inspirations.<br><br>Handing the key back to the valet and palming the ticket, she turned back to the other two. "Shall we then?"
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				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>07-10-2008, 05:20:42</strong>
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				Patrick stood silent for a bit as the two discussed their plans knowing that for now, he was just along for the ride, Kiri was driving this boat tonight and it was the better part of valor to just sit back and enjoy the scenery.&nbsp; And the scenery really couldn’t be better with the two lovely ladies he was going to be with.&nbsp; He worked for so long with all the models that he grew tired of the perfect bodies and high cheekbones.&nbsp; He learned in the beginning what lies beneath those perfect orbs when they looked at him.&nbsp; Those girls could have any man they wanted with just a look and they knew it. To them he was just another guy on their way to fame, that rubbed him raw.&nbsp; He wanted to be with someone that was not only beautiful, but had brains like he did.&nbsp; Having studied at the University of Glagow he got his BBSRC in Veterinary Medicine in only three years while working on the side as a model.&nbsp; He planned to make it big and and then retire and go back home to open a hospital for the horses that ran throughout his families lands and the surrounding estates.<br><br>He was thankful that Kiri dragged him out of there, while always anxious to find the mare and sew his wild oats, it was nice to get away from that scene every once in awhile. As he was sitting there listening to them only vaguely paying attention he heard dinner and his mind snapped back to where he was, <strong>“Dinner that sounds fantastic, Ah didn’t even catch lunch today wi' a' the running roon' an' that food up there wasn’t fit fur a sow.”</strong><br><br>Kiri mentioned getting her equipment and ran off so he turned back to Talia, <strong>“Is this yer car,”</strong> he said pointing at the limo, <strong>“ye must be daein' fairly well fur yersel' already.&nbsp; Ah haven’t heard yer name at any ae the shows in England or back hame in Scotland though?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>08-10-2008, 03:56:45</strong>
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				Tali knew she was really lucky to have an agent like Kiri, who actually cared outside of work. But still, even with the reassuring hand on her shoulder she did not relish the thought of having to attend and be a spotlight in these events. Some designers were hermits, but not very successful ones. To get where she wanted to go in life it would take sacrifice on her part, she knew that. It had been easier when she had been on someone elses arm though, when there had been another person between her and the rest of the room. But she did not regret breaking things off. <br><br>"I don't mind waiting..." she trailed off as Kiri disappeared off toward the parking lot, the night hiding her from Talia's eyes. So she was left with Patrick for now, who spoke, happy for a dinner. Food wasn't something that came easily around the fashion business. The models ate little, designers held themselves to impossible standards as well. Well most did, Talia enjoyed cooking, enjoyed good, healthy and rich food. She didn't stint herself, she didn't indulge, but rather kept a balance to all things. So she would be happy to cook for both and provide them some real food. "Very true." she offered about the comment concerning the food at the party.<br><br>She nodded at his question. "Yes, it is. And fairly well. I haven't tried to do global stuff yet. You would be part of the effort to do so. But my parents also gifted me with a lot of money, they are wealthier then most of the people in that party." She shrugged, stating a fact and slipped into the car to let the other two follow.<br><br>[Urck it sucks but whatever]
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>10-10-2008, 04:57:00</strong>
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				"Oh you're going to make it global." Kiri assured her as she slipped in. She had managed to perfect the skill of it after a series of trial-and-errors in another stage of her life. The dress didn't have a slit that allowed her to maneuver. Instead, she sat down on the side of the seat before spinning herself around, still hauling her equipments behind her. The alcohol in her system, while not making her entire drunk, had left her pleasantly buzzed, though still capable of conducting business, made her entrance a little less fluid than it would be usual. The camera bag swung against her ungracefully as she moved further into the limousine to allow Patrick to slide in behind her.<br><br>Settling the laptop bag by her legs, she crossed her legs and leaned back against the seat, her fingers drumming against her thigh. "The only thing that I'm worry about, Talia, is that you might chicken out if I arrange some publicity for you." Her lips quirked a little as she fingered her camera. She opened it and pulled it out, turning it on. While she will always favor her old camera, time had demand that she move ahead with what's necessary. She snapped on the lenses. Taking off the lenses cover, she began looking through it. She snapped a picture of Talia and studied it in the small preview screen thoughtfully. "Have you thought about opening a few shops here to begin with? Or one, even?"<br><br>She let the camera dangle off of her fingertips, almost precariously as she studied Talia. "I have a few ideas for you in mind, but I suppose we should focus on the goals at hand, shouldn't we?" Her lips curled again as she turned the camera about and glanced at Patrick. "I do hope that you're not camera shy, Talia. I think I'm going to take a few creator and creation pictures tonight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 02:23:50</strong>
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				Patrick helped the two ladies into the limousine before unbuttoning the coat and removing it, he hated sitting in limos with those things on and preferred to keep them clean and uncreased whenever he arrived at the destination.&nbsp; For the first time Talia caught a glimpse of his triangular core starting with his broad shoulders and thinning down to his muscular abdomen.&nbsp; While still in his dress shirt and tie it was apparent that he fit the bill for more than just pictures with suits on.<br><br>After helping Kiri in and her sliding her equipment over he got in and draped the coat on the seat in front of him and sat next to Kiri opposite Talia. <strong>“Kiri, ye never telt me that Talia wer so talented, an' that she hud the funding fur this in her ain pockets, ye really dae know how tae pit together the pieces ae the puzzle.”</strong><br><br>After the limousine pulled away and Kiri snapped the picture of Talia, Patrick leaned over the equipment bag to glance at what she was seeing in the preview screen.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>12-10-2008, 03:33:54</strong>
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				Kiri turned the preview screen over to Patrick. In the small display was a Talia, caught in all of her pensive, quiet aura within the digital pixels. The lights, filtered from the window of the limo, made her already cream-colored skin glow with an ethereal effect. Her mouth parted a little in surprise and her eyes widened just slightly. "Mm. Looks quite nice, wouldn't you say?" <br><br>She turned the camera to him now and snapped a picture. Glancing down at the window, she smiled again. Ever since the first time she had caught Patrick through her lenses, she had never failed to be startled by his presence on the film. It was something that should have worn off long ago, as it had done for all of her other models, but him, it had never fade. She glanced at him again before turning her attention back to the picture. What the night light did to Talia's skin did the same to his hair, catching the highlights and giving him almost a halo about his head. <em>Though he's anything but an angel.</em> She smirked a little at the thought.<br><br>"I would have taken Talia on even without her financial backings. That is just a plus." She raised her gaze again. "You'll see why once you've seen her work. And," She laughed, "putting pieces together is part of the job description, Patrick."<br><br>Turning off the camera and capping the lenses again, she returned it to its bag before zipping it up again. She cocked her head at Talia. "Have you consider moving your showroom? It might be less troublesome for you than to have a bunch of people storming all over your home at all hours of the day."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>13-10-2008, 07:06:41</strong>
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				Talia sat in the far corner, her body held a bit away from Kiri's as she listened to her chatter, her gaze going back and forth between the two in the car with her. When the other girl brought up publicity she shook her head slightly, smiling. " I wouldn't, I was use to it with my parents when I was younger. Just, not too many people, pressed to close." She stopped talking when the camera swung up toward her, her eyes widening slightly just as her picture was captured. She really tried to avoid cameras for the most part when it wasn't needed. She never photographed as well as the models did, so what was the point there?<br><br>"Yes, of course I have Kiri, and Papa gives the approval once the men's line is complete." Her parents backing was big in this venture, to both herself and to her agent. At the question she nodded, glancing up with a slightly worried expression about being camera shy. She smiled softly "But Kiri, there is no need to photograph me. I'm just the designer."<br><br>She glanced out the window as the other two talked, caught by the night air, her pulse was racing a tad, she wasn't use to being in a car with so many people. Not that it was bad. She liked Kiri, honestly she did, and Patrick was very handsome, and interesting. But still, three people pressed close together wasn't something she was big on. She was drawn back from her thoughts about the night and open air by Kiri once again, her eyes going to the other woman. "Yes, I have. But not many need to see it yet. And I like it being easily accessible to me at any time of the night. I'll find a place in town when things get under way. Besides, you would have killed me if I picked one with out you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>15-10-2008, 11:05:56</strong>
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				"Oh no, dear. Not kill you." Kiri answered airily as they continued down the road. The city lights were starting to fade behind them. Kiri made a mental note of finding out who the driver was. Heaven knew she needed a driver that can maneuver through traffic at the speed that this driver was going on. "Maim, maybe. You are too valuable to me for me to dispose of you that easily." <br><br>She rested her head on her elbow against the window as they travel at an onward slope and turned into a private lane. No other buildings were in sight. The only visible things were glimpses of elaborate mansions at the end of long driveways, their gates glinting against the streetlights. "And I did say that it's a creator and creation photoshoot, did I not? That means you, Talia, are not just the designer. You are the creator, you are the puppeteer that will guide the ideas that is to be personified by Patrick." <br><br>Her eyes flew over to watch as they passed the wrought iron gate and made their way up the long driveway. She studied the building. The climbing ivies along the side and the palatial and elegant lines of the building with a critic's vision, weighing the artistic value of each arches and slopes. "Oh this will do very nice." She murmured as the car pulled around to the front of the house. "If nothing else, we can play with the columns at the front of the building...though I'm hoping that you have something else in mind, Talia. I suppose we should see your samples first before setting up the shoot." She frowned a little. She would dearly love to do some outdoor shots, but with the lack of lighting, it didn't promise to bring about impressive shots. And while this is simply a mock session, ever the perfectionist, Kiri wanted to see the full effect of the combination of Talia's clothes on Patrick's body. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>16-10-2008, 00:21:02</strong>
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				Patrick ran the picture of Talia in the viewfinder in the back of his mind when she mentioned she didn’t want to have her picture taken.&nbsp; <strong>“Noo why wid ye no' want yer picture take Talia, yer beautiful an' fae whit Ah saw there ye’re almost as much ae a natural as Ah am.”</strong><br><br>Patrick remained quiet as they road through the streets and looked out the window.&nbsp; He was glad when they finally left the edge of the big city, as much as he loved the night life and parties that would ever be his home.&nbsp; As they came into the larger home then he started to feel more at ease.&nbsp; The gates and long driveways leading up to the mansions reminded him of back home, but they were still close together for his liking.&nbsp; He longed to be able to go down to the stable and take one of the horses out for a ride through the estate, but you couldn’t do that here, the best you could get away with would be a short trot around the fence line.<br><br>At the mention of him being used by Talia he smirked back over to Kiri in a playful tone, <strong>“So whit, noo ye think Ah’m yer puppet tae pass roon'.”</strong><br><br>He went back to being quiet until they pulled up to Tailia’s home.&nbsp; <strong>“This is quite a hame ye huv here, yes Kiri, Ah think some shot ootside by the pillars wid be good, bar Ah don’t know if we kin dae that tonight.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 06:28:24</strong>
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				<em>How reassuring...</em> Flashed through Talia's mind at the comment about maiming. Kiri was a little intense sometimes, but then perhaps that was a good thing. Perhaps. "But I hate camera's Kiri, I never turn out good on them." She finally murmured softly, sighing and rubbing her temples already a bundle of nerves from the party and the crush of people. She would be glad to get home, to be in her haven in this insane town. When the car pulled to a stop she slipped out, leaving the other two in the car but hearing what they said even as she inhaled deeply of the night air.<br><br>"Kiri, each room in this house is decorated by me, there are several locations of similar anesthetic pleasing value within and out. And you can always just stay over in a guest room and take more pictures in the morning if that is what you wish. Its not too far away now..." indeed it was late, not for this town, but by any normal, sane person's standards. <br><br>She moved off then, leaving the other to trail after her as she went up the grand staircase, slipping her hand down into her clutch, withdrawing the key to the house. It was a swipe card, followed by fingerprint scanning before the door opened. Her parents were very cautious for their only daughter. Lights flickered on soon after, lighting up the whole main foyer, which was rather like English manors of old in its layout, her skirts swished over the floor as she started straight for the back of the large house and the garden path outside it that would lead to her studio and show room. The house was decorated with perfect style and taste, many expensive things there as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>19-10-2008, 07:28:07</strong>
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				Kiri raised an eyebrow at Patrick as she hauled her equipment on after Talia. "Oh you're much more valuable than a puppet." She murmured with a low laugh, her voice dropping to a sultry depth for a moment. Her eyes landed on Patrick and her smile turned significant before she turned away again, her expression business like again.<br><br>She stood in the middle of the house and spun for a moment, scanning the surrounding as she followed Talia, her eyes picking up certain points and views. Her fingers itched to capture it all behind the lenses. "I would love to get some of the night light actually, Talia...though your offers of a guest room is much appreciated, and will probably be taken upon. I don't think I'm in any condition to drive right now, and I highly doubt that I would be of much use to you if I'm stuck in a cast for the rest of the month."<br><br>Her gaze landed on the way the light along the path lit up the waxy surfaces of the leaves as they brush past them, her heels clicking against the path as they headed for the studio. She appraised the looming studio, admiring the way the light would filter through. "Definitely taking a few silhouette shots here...and you are going to be in them, Talia." Her voice left no room for arguments, a pitch that she had picked up early on in her career. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 20:10:19</strong>
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				Patrick reassured Talia about her image on film as she was getting out of the limousine, <strong>“Noo don’t be so hard oan yersel', ye take a beautiful picture an' yer much smarter an' full as a person than thae thin stick models.”</strong><br><br>Patrick fallows behind the two ladies as the make their way up the winding walk to the expansive mansion and waits patiently while Talia fishes out her card and presses her finger on the thumbprint scanner, <em>Wow, she really hiz some security fur this house, didn’t realize things wur so bad o'er here, we wid never need wan ae thae oan the house back hame</em>, he thinks to himself.&nbsp; As they enter the house his mind takes a step back while it takes in the impeccable decorations in the house, everything compliments the rest and the taste is impeccable, she really does have a good eye.<br><br>The Garden path is no exception to layout in the house, the plants and flowers are gorgeous and he takes special care not to trod on any of those that hang over onto the path like the banks of a river winding through the forest as they meander down the path on the way to the studio. <br><br><strong>“This guest room yer speaking ae, is there jist wan an' if no' then who willnae huv me in their room tonight tae sleep while we wait fur that grand breakfast ye promise Talia?”</strong>&nbsp; he jokes to the ladies.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 01:12:23</strong>
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				Kiri would not be going anywhere tonight and it seemed like Patrick was on a string behind the agent so both would be staying that was fine enough with her. Night light was usually simulated from where she knew of the bigger names in photography but Kiri never steered her wrong yet so she simply nodded as she left the main house for the pathway toward the guest house.<br><br><em> "Definitely taking a few silhouette shots here...and you are going to be in them, Talia."</em> <br><br>Her hand had been upon the door to the studio when she heard that and drew up short, her eyes widening in surprise and then she sighed, Kiri was stuck on the idea. But then Kiri was also slightly tipsy so perhaps she didn't mean it after all. Regardless Talia didn't like changing a million times and most of her clothing was in the house, not in the studio. <br><br>"Perhaps" she finally murmured keying a different swipe card, her finger and then a passcode in this time. The studio was what she worried about more then the house. She didn't care if a vase, Ming or not, got stolen, her clothes and her work were far more important to her. Patrick was nice, although perhaps in awe of her home and possessions by the way that he was trailing along behind them. It was mostly her parents money, her choices but her mother had not rested until every room was decorated. It had been the work of several years of course, and her family home was another half an hour away from this mansion.<br><br>She glanced back at him, a bit lost for a moment on what he had asked. "There's a kitchen in the studio, I was planning to make food there, and there are 13 guest suites along with my own." And with that she slipped into the studio, flickering on the lights.<br><br>The lights came on, bright and yet soft at the same time to reveal a entry passage, there was a sitting room to one side were she had models wait often, and a kitchen on the other. She walked slowly down the hallway, past the room that actually had a bed in it for late nights when she didn't feel like going back up to the house&nbsp; or for cat naps, and the bathroom on the other side. Then the floor opened up again, and there was her showroom, a large space, twice the size of a normal garage and full of clothes. A staircase was at the back that led up to the loft where her studio work space was. "Here you are Kiri" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 03:26:31</strong>
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				Kiri arched an eyebrow as she followed Talia down the passage, taking in the surroundings. From what she had seen of Talia's style, the environment might create an interesting juxtaposition in the photograph. Adjusting the strap of the camera, she took a slow tour about the showroom, taking in the pieces, carefully crafted and proudly on display.<br><br>Tempted as she was to run her fingers over the silk, feel the textures of the chiffon, she was content to study the way that the folds fell gracefully against the forms. Her heels clattered as she paced the floor, stopping briefly before each piece to survey it slowly. If nothing else, Kiri was an admirer of art, regardless of the form that they come in.<br><br>"Lovely." She announced as she placed her laptop bag on the table and began setting up, her brows furrowed in concentration as she turned on the computer. Tapping in a series of password, she set the camera on the table and pulled out a cord from the bag. Slipping it into the USB port and turning on the camera, she quickly uploaded the two pictures that she had taken already. Frowning slightly at the finished product, she spun about and turned to the two, camera uncapped and in hands.<br><br>She took a few quick snapshots of the room before turning back to the computer again to check the outcome. "Damn..." She muttered, her lips quirking to a side. "I would have brought more equipment along..." Giving a resigned sigh, she turned back to Talia and Patrick. Her fingers worked at her scalp, pulling the dark strands free from the knot and letting it fall in waves about her face. Shaking it loose, she pulled out a piece of rubber band and tied her hair back into a loose bun. "Let's get started then, shall we?" Her voice took on that of one use to being obeyed. "Talia, the samples? Patrick, strip." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 00:00:14</strong>
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				Patrick entered the studio and was impressed at the range and styles of clothing laid out before him. There were enough various clothes in the room to fit an entire show, but then again this was her studio so it began to make sense.&nbsp; In his loafers he quietly made his way up and down the rows as perusing them, <strong>“Talia, Ah must say that yer selection an' styles ur exquisite, ye really huv a great eye fur these.”</strong><br><br>He stopped an pulled out a particular suit from the rack near the back admiring how the materiel fit the design perfectly and the falls of the collar were perfect, had he been there to purchase something that may have been it.&nbsp; He heard Kiri begin to set up her computer and walked quietly back to the front.<br><br><strong>“Sure thing Kiri,”</strong> was his response as she instructed him to strip.&nbsp; He took off his jacket and threw it over the arm of the couch before he removed the tie and began to unbutton his shirt removing it baring the tight under armor that he was wearing for a t-shirt to protect the material of the fine shirt.&nbsp; His sculpted Pecs and abdomen came into view as he did.&nbsp; Not particularly huge, but they were well defined and big enough to show good definition. Throwing the shirt and tie on the couch he began to undo his belt and unbutton his pants as he kicked off the loafers he was wearing tossing them near the couch.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>26-10-2008, 06:14:19</strong>
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				Samples, right. Talia turned, going up the stairs, nearly running to fetch down the case with the newest things in them. She was glad that both Patrick and Kiri seemed to like her showroom to much, a lot of time had been spent on it, making it her own and showing her strong sense of style. <br><br>However coming down the stairs with her arms full she came to a stop as she was arrested by the sight of Patrick's bare torso, which was then followed by his pants sliding down those perfect lean hips. What clothes she could create on this man, his body was amazing, and his manners were perfect, she couldn't have asked for a better model. <br><br>He was interesting, dangerously so. All he was was a body, and a very very nice body. One that no doubt any of her art school teachers would of killed to have in their figure drawing classes. She took another step down, her eyes still fixed on him. Only that proved to be a bad idea because with her heels she was unsteady and she went tumbling, her sample pieces flying out of her arms as she fell down the stairs with a cry of shock.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 17:13:35</strong>
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				Patrick had just finished removing his pant’s stood there in his boxers and a pair of socks.&nbsp; Years of modeling and working shows and the catwalk had long sent away any visions he ever had of modesty when design came into the picture.&nbsp; His boxers were a plaid design, green on red like a kilt.&nbsp; He neatly folded his pants and turned to see Talia coming down the stairs with her arms full of cloths and went over to help her, but before he could get there or ask if she wanted help she tripped on something and tumbled forward spilling all of the cloths out of her hands as she fell.<br><br>Thinking quickly he leapt over and caught her before she fell and safely tumble both of them onto the floor. With almost a snicker in his voice and without thinking he role dove and with her still in his arms said, <strong>“Noo Ah huv&nbsp; hud many nice ladies fall fur me afore, bar never so literally, ur ye a'right there Talia?”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 22:26:53</strong>
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				Kiri spun around in answer to the cry, right in time to catch Patrick's dive, cradling Talia in his arms while the clothes lay in a haphazard mess about them. Never one to waste an opportunity, Kiri's lips curled as she took a series of quick snapshot of the scene, catching the bewildered expression of Talia's face and the slight smirk on Patrick's face as he gazed down at her. The spark between the two was almost tangible through their eye contact.<br><br>"Ah, lovely." She murmured as she studied the small display before turning back to the enlarged version on the laptop. Her smile widened at the contrast of the elegant folds of Talia's dress against the, simply put, more nude than covered masculine form. "Almost fitting for a romance cover. Just oil him up and call him Fabio." She gave a low chuckle before hitting a play button on her laptop, slipping the heels off of her feet. <br><br>Instantly, the room was filled with the soft crooning of a male, the soothing music and the swaying rhythm would not have been out of place in a silken room with rose petals and candles sprawled about. Her smile turning playful, she turned back to the pair, the camera still danging from her finger tips. "Well then...should we get started?" She nodded to them as she pulled the cable free from the camera and moved to help picked about the clothes still on the ground before piling them with reverence on the worktable. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>15-11-2008, 23:17:34</strong>
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				She hadn't expected for him to catch her, or to be held in his arms. She glanced up at him, her pretty eyes widening and darkening in surprise, yet. It felt lovely, laying there held in his arms, she could feel the heat of his skin through her dress and against her bare arms, touching so much bare skin, one hand and the fingers of it splayed on his chest, sent a shiver through her, a tremble, which perhaps could be attributed to her fall. She certainly didn't want him to think he affected her much or easily. At his words a bright blush burned into her pale cheeks and she dropped her eyes from his. <br><br>"Yes, I'm so sorry I'm such a..."<br><br>Her words died in her throat as she heard the click of the camera and glanced up at Kiri, startled and uneasy, although granted it was only as she was turning away that Talia directed her eyes there, it was rather hard to tear her gaze from the man who held her. At Kiri's words her cheeks flamed brighter and she pushed herself away from Patrick, scrambling upward, nearly falling again on her heels. <br><br>She shook her head and reached down to take them off, flexing her feet happily as they were freed. When music started to play she smiled "Oh, good taste Kiri." She offered, trying to set the other girl at ease, although the smile on her face when Kiri began to pick up and be careful with her clothes was bright and true. She hurried to help before nodding. <br><br>"Sure thing." She picked out a suit that was actually a blue black so deep and intense it looked black, trimmed just slightly with a touch of navy silk along the line of the collar, a white shirt that was slightly loose in the style of "pirate's", a vest went with it, the same dark navy color but of silk as well to set off the shirt. Pants matched as well. "This one first? It would go best with this dress since you wish to use me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>16-11-2008, 02:42:53</strong>
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				"Ah, that's good." Kiri muttered, her hips already swaying to the beat of the music. Barefooted, she padded along the floor of the showroom, taking in possible positions where the pictures would take place. She smiled over her camera at Talia. "Glad that you like the music. Now will you please just learn to relax? You're worse than Patrick's first time with me." She chuckled, not specifying exactly what the first time was. "This won't hurt. Much. I think."<br><br>She nodded at the suit and then at Patrick. "Let's go then." She said as she snapped on another set of lenses.<br><br>Pleasantly buzzed, she continued moving to the music, hair cascading over her shoulder, twisting with her movements as she took in some shots to test the light as well as a few more of Patrick standing there, awash with the careful lighting of the showroom. <br><br>"Mm...eye candy indeed." Kiri murmured as she looked down at the display again. She appreciated art in all of its forms. That in the human forms was one of her favorite. After all, there was a reason why she became a photographer. She glanced at Talia. "Just follow Patrick's lead. Keep your face and hands soft, don't stiffen up. Ready?" So saying, she began looking through the camera again, mouthing along to the song. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 17:47:46</strong>
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				Patrick laughed at the blushing Talia, not a compromising laugh, but a soft snicker at the joy he realized as her soft touch caressed his bare chest.&nbsp; Was she shaking, if so the feeling was mutual, he had found Talia attractive at the party and even more so in her demure nature on the ride over, but now that she had touched him in such a way he felt even stronger in the emotion.&nbsp; Being a master at the art of a show, he hid that feeling from her keeping a straight face and as she apologized to her he looked her back in the eye, <strong>“No need to worry Talia, we can’t have you falling and braking your talented hands can we, with them there would be nothing for me to wear and I hate to feel naked in front of people.”</strong> He almost laughed at that sly bit of sarcasm as he stood there with their arms around each other and all he had on was a pair of boxers.<br><br>He helped her back to her feet and took the suit she picked out getting himself dressed.&nbsp; The size wasn’t perfect, but her eye was good as it looked stunning on him as he glanced in the mirror to admire it.&nbsp; He did a coy sashay beck towards the two ladies <strong>“Well, whit dae ye two think, Ah think it looks superb.”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 20:36:51</strong>
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				She could not believe she was going to do this. Before now she had always hidden behind her designs, they were all that made it onto the camera, there was no need to really see her. But Kiri wanted to see her, wanted her to be seen, and with this paragon of male beauty. Patrick was much to good looking, and Talia was just pretty, not beautiful, and dainty in comparison to him, true she had full curves and such but her height made her seem all the more delicate beside him.<br><br>Her eyes went to him, taking in the sight of him in her clothing. It was a match made in heave, Kiri could not have brought her a better model. "Its like it was made for you..." she whispered softly to herself, shaking her head afterward, as she moved away toward the shoe rack she had to one side of table down here. Talia was not going to put on her heels again, rather she snagged a pair of ballet flats and put them on, they had been designed by her as well, to look like the dancing slippers of Victorian England. <br><br>Her dark eyes flashed up toward Kiri "In here or in the house or outside?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>26-11-2008, 20:51:29</strong>
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				Kiri laughed at the exchange between the two. The sarcasm of Patrick's comment wasn't lost on her. She tapped a few keys on the computer again, changing the music to that of a slow, sultry beat. The woman's husky voice came on. It was a yet release album that she was given by the artist herself as a gift for shooting the cover of the album. She looked over the laptop at Patrick, her gaze sweeping over his form, first in the studied point of view of a trained photographer than once again in the eyes of a woman. Her eyes lingered on his form.<br><br>She snapped a few shots of him walking towards them. "I swear, Patrick, you make my job too easy."<br><br>She glanced at Talia at her question. "A few shots inside first. I'm not sure if I have the equipment to take the shots outside tonight. We might have to play around with the lights, but it should be doable." Of course those would probably not make it to whatever it was that those pictures would end up in, but Kiri had long since learned that incredible things may happen in the most unlikeliest of places. <br><br>She gestured with her camera. "Come now. Don't be shy, Talia, get close now." Then rethinking it, she shook her head. "Patrick, you lead. The girl probably would do something silly like simply standing by you. So a few shots here, then a few more in the bedroom." She brought the camera up again, her barefoot against the floor. "Let's go then, shall we?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 17:15:46</strong>
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				Patrick snickered a bit at Kiri’s taunts, he had worked with her on many shoots and he saw the second glance had more than just the photographer’s eye to it.&nbsp; <strong>“Ae course Ah make it tae easy fur ye, that’s ma job Kiri, ae huv ye forgotten that, perhaps yer mind is elsewhere,”</strong> he said to her with a wink.<br><br>He smiled as he watched the bashful Talia get rid of the heels and slip into ballet flats, he wondered if she was a dancer as well as an artist as she stood and remarked to Kiri. At Kiri’s instructions he glided across the floor almost like a caged predator looking for a meal, or perhaps a prince to his princess, his unique style could be interpreted either way depending on what the observer was thinking, and so far he has found that only Kiri has been able to capture his interpretation on film correctly with any consistency.<br><br>As he moved into Talia he thought that he would have a little fun with her shyness, and who knows, maybe get her to loosen up a little bit, after all you can’t model for the camera wrapped up like a newspaper on a Sunday morning porch. <strong>“Ye heard the photographer, she wid like me tae lead, may Ah huv this dance Madame?”</strong><br><br>He reached out and took her hand gently but forcefully and pulled her arm around his back and then placed his at the small of her back pulling her in close, then took her other hand in his holding it up and began a slow swaying dance to the beat coming from Kiri’s radio as he looked down into Talia dark eyes, smiling.&nbsp; His practiced manner made it seem that he was deeply in love with the woman and that she had captured his heart in her soul,&nbsp; but Patrick knew better, it was all an act before the camera to him – he just had to0 remind himself of that occasionally.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 01:20:42</strong>
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				Don't be shy, that was so easy for beautiful, spirited Kiri to say, Talia had always been shy, would always be shy. It was just a part of her. And when told to go forward she took a step, hesitant and not sure what to do. Kiri and Patrick seemed to be passing teasing jokes back and forth, the girl wondered for a moment if perhaps they were sleeping together to have such an easiness about them, but that really was not any of her business, not at all. She was a business, and this was business as well, she would do well to remember that.<br><br>She let out a soft sigh of relief when Kiri changed, telling Patrick to take the lead, that would be easier, however the way he moved toward her, it was so intense and startling, she took an instinctive step back. No man had ever looked at her like that, and she found her pulse racing, her eyes darkened, lips parting softly, there was a look of surprise and yet, a shy welcome showed on her face. As he moved closer she took another step back, almost like a dance before his question came, she nodded, slowly. And found herself quickly pulled against him, a soft touch, yet demanding at the same time, he surrounded her so quickly, his masculinity contrasting with her all to feminine appearance. With his height and bright hair against her smaller figure and darker hair they must have made a striking pair.<br><br>There was a tender sort of awe in her eyes, the slight flush to her cheeks could be mistaken for that of someone in their first love perhaps, and she could not tear her eyes away from his, not with him looking at her like that. How in the world had she ended up here, in her studio, dressed in one of her best designs with a men dressed the same, held in the arms of a male god in modeling. She didn't know, but for one moment she let herself sink into the feelings just this one stand still in time gave her, her face showed them, softer, shyer, sweeter then the intensity of Patrick's, a balance, just like their looks and figure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 01:35:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Somewhere else indeed. Kiri flashed a sly grin in Patrick's direction before turning her attention back to the camera, whatever thoughts she may had evaporating in her concentration to capture the energy between the two. She took quick shots of Patrick as he approached Talia, and then took in closer pictures of the anticipation and nervousness in Talia's expression and form as Patrick moved toward her. At this point it was no longer about fashion, no longer about the clothes, it was about a story between these two.<br><br>She took a few steps closer, catching the look exchanged between the two, the flush on Talia's face and the shadowed look upon Patrick's. It was intoxicating to be on the receiving end of that gaze. She knew it well. And the energy between the two was not at lost on her. Shifting back as to not interrupt the exchange between them, she returned to the task at hand, capturing the graceful lines of the clothes and the way they flowed about the two's forms. <br><br>Circling about them slowly, she took a few more shots as they moved to the music, her steps matching the rhythm of the song as she did so. She played with the lighting, trying to catch them from different angles before retreating back to the laptop again.<br><br>Tapping a few keys, she loaded the pictures on there and smiled faintly. For something that was done on the fly, it was not all that bad of an effect. She looked up over the laptop and tilted her head at the two, wondering if she should interrupt them. Her lips curled as a thought struck her mind but...<em>Business first.</em> "I'm done with this place." She announced with a small laugh, waving them over and gesturing to the screen. "Look at it if you would like...I might sell some off as stock images." She teased before turning to Talia. "A change of scenery would be good." She leaned against the table. "I don't suppose you have a bedroom that would be open for some shots, Talia?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 12:01:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick continued to dance with Talia and as he did he began to wonder if she knew it was an act or not, her face softened from the shy introverted Talia from earlier in the night and picked up a glow that showed her more relaxed and easy going.&nbsp; Her grip in his hands softened and she began to flow gracefully like he thought she should, but hadn’t until now.<br><br>As they danced he was taken aback by her sudden change he sensed and almost fell into himself, a beautiful designer, both dressed to the nines in her studio with good music playing, that is at least till Kiri broke the mood and signaled them over to see the pictures, he almost forgot she was there taking pictures, that never happens.<br><br>Shaking himself out of his momentary lapse he looks back at Talia at the notion that the shoot is over here, <strong>“Seems Kiri hiz whit she needs, yer quite a good dancer Talia, thank ye.&nbsp; Let’s go see whit she captured.”</strong><br><br>He leads Talia over to the laptop and looking at the pictures on the screen he smiles, <strong>“Kiri ye ur amazing, thae ur really great, even wi' nae studio.”</strong>&nbsp; He leans over and gives her a quick peck on the cheek, <strong>“Ye’re wan in a million lady.”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 08:07:25</strong>
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				It had been so easy, all to easy to sink into her own world as they had danced, the music playing and filling her senses until there was only she and the handsome man she danced with. She blinked, glancing down, avoiding the gaze of the male who had held her as they stopped. At his compliment she shrugged, not even blushing surprisingly, but then she had grown up with dancing tutors, of course she was good, she had to be in her parents world, it wasn't something she was really proud of. Not like her work, her designs. They were her's and her's alone. Like nothing else in her life, her house, her studio, all of that came from her parents money, the world she moved in was not hers, only her work was. <br><br>No one was her's either and she should remember that, that she also didn't want anyone to be hers or her theirs. It was a bad idea. She walked over to Kiri, following Patrick easily, moving with that same grace that had filled her while dancing, but the edgy uncertainty was back. The pictures were great, she could admit that as she looked at them, they showed off her style, soft and romantic, old world flare. Yet she thought they would have looked better with another model. She could see their beauty, the pictures that is, but not her own really. Talia's eyes moved to see how the other two looked at each other, the kiss that Patrick gave Kirri. So it was what she thought, they were involved, which meant the silly attraction she felt for the model was even more silly. <br><br>At the joke about stock images her eyes flashed uncertainly "Please, don't. My clothing should only be in copyrighted images." The girl murmured, her cheeks flushing slightly at the mention of a bedroom, hoping that Kirri wasn't going to go too far tonight but still she nodded. This was work after all. "Same outfits then?" She asked, mostly to herself as she moved, her words trailing off as Talia walked down the short hallway and opened one of the doors, revealing a bedroom inside. It was decorated with the same perfect taste that the house had shown, a old fashion four poster bed, carved of heavy dark wood with impressions of fantasy scenes. This was her fantasy room, one she had chosen and decorated to be almost like a dark fairytale. There was a vanity with a large tarnished silver edged mirror above it, the top black marble with gold veins through it, the object made of ebony. The bed trappings were dark, deep intense gold, throw pillows of russet, black and cream upon it. The walls painted to look like stones almost, vines crawling up them, dark roses blooming upon them. She had painted the room herself, and chosen each thing carefully. She hadn't planned on sharing the hidden fantasy room with them, but it was for art and she didn't mind having it show cased.<br><br>"Does this work?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 23:28:39</strong>
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				Placing the laptop and the camera on the vanity, Kiri surveyed the room. "Excellent." Kiri spun around the room, adjusting the lights without any prompting. A soft glow came from above, illuminating the room and its inhabitants perfectly. <br><br>Pulling out a tripod, she set the camera up, angling the lenses toward that of the bed. She peered through the camera from a moment, making small adjustments before circling about the precariously perched camera. <br><br>Her lips in a playful curl, she crooked her index finger at Patrick. "You know the routine, Patrick. New place. New atmosphere." She stalked toward him, her hips swaying a little as she did so. Her hair was starting to tumble out of the low, loose bun that she had stuffed it into as she worked the buttons loose on his shirt. Her movements were practiced, the tips of her fingers grazing against the exposed skin. She tilted her head back to look up at him, an eyebrow raised. "New twists to the outfit." <br><br>Slipping away, she sat on the edge of the bed, an arm braced against a post at the foot of the bed as she rain her fingers over the grains of the wood, feeling the contours carvings. "Come on, Talia," she patted the space by her. "Don't be shy now." She crossed her legs before shaking her hair out of the bun. Her eyes were alight with mischief. "Just a nice picture celebrating the start of a collaboration, hm?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>23-12-2008, 20:07:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick watched Talia as she made her way across the studio to the door, she seemed to have lost the momentary fire that was beginning to burn as they were dancing a few minutes before, he wondered if it was there to begin with or maybe he just misinterpreted her skill as an actor or model, either way she had stirred something in him.<br><br>He got in the room and was awestruck by the detail it had taken to make it look the way it had.&nbsp; It did remind him of the family castle back home, <strong>“Ye huv quite the painter here Talia, Ah am sure ye designed this wi' yer talent that isn’t a question, bar who did ye find o pit this together, they did an excellent job.&nbsp; Ah agree Kiri, this willnae dae jist fine.”</strong><br><br>As Kiri came over to loosen his shirt he began to wonder if a shoot was the only thing on her mind, or was he imagining that too.&nbsp; Maybe too many drinks and then these two beautiful women alone in the studio was making his mind wander away from the business at hand.&nbsp; <strong>“Ah gerrit the idea Kiri, mair ae a relaxed evening back at hame efter the night ae dancing setting,”</strong> he said looking at her sort of quizzically trying to discern what as he meant.&nbsp; He turned to hang his coat on the rack and when he turned back Kiri was on the bed patting for Talia to come over, so now what was up he pondered.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>24-12-2008, 09:03:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Kiri began to undress Patrick slightly Talia made to speak, frowning slightly "But the line of the clothing will..." She trailed off though, watching the way the two were together and realizing that perhaps showing a softer, unkept side of the clothing would make it more marketable. Her agent did know what she was doing so she shrugged and turned away from the others, walking over toward the nigthstand to pick up a long match and lighting it. The girl then moved slowly around the room as the other two spoke, simply lighting the candles to add to the ambiance of the room.<br><br>She realized that Patrick was speaking to her as well, and she flashed an easy smile. "I painted it, this was my...special project. Clothing is fun yes, but its also work. I have a double BA in fashion and fine arts. I don't often take the time I did in here. But...I love it." She smiled softly, her eyes going to the wall, one hand moving out to trace along a vine that climbed up the painted stone. Her thoughts were jarred when Kiri addressed her, and then the lovely navy eyes widened in surprise and she shook her head, backing away slightly with a soft laugh.<br><br>"If a bedroom is involved its lovers you are looking for, and you and him fit together far better then I do."<br><br>Tali shot a look at the door, obviously wanting to leave, to go back to her sketchbooks and patterns, to things she could understand. She didn't understand why Kiri wanted pictures of her, or why she was trying to push her closer to a man who seemed to be the agents lover. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>26-12-2008, 00:33:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kiri stood up again, amusement on her face. "Leave it to me, Talia." She was business-like once again as she moved about the room and tugged Talia over to her. "Have I ever steered you wrong? Plus, we're not talking about fashion here. We're talking about a story." <br><br>Her eyebrows lifted. The woman's assumption of her relationship with the model wasn't lost on her. She gave a small laugh, her hair tumbling down her back as her shoulders shook. "Lovers?" <br><br>She stalked about the room, moving so that she stood by Patrick, an arm snaked about his waist. "Patrick and I are..." She trailed off, searching for the right words, "friends, that shared good times." At this, she gave a wink to the model. "Some really good times."<br><br>"Besides...a bedroom doesn't always involve lovers. I thought that the clothes against a softer environment would make for a good contrast." She tapped the side of her head, a sly smile curving her lips. "Funny how your mind jumped immediately to that though, Talia. Perhaps you have something in mind? Would you care to share?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 08:34:39</strong>
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				Patrick smiled when she said that she had painted it herself, <strong>“Ye surprise me mair every time ye open yer mooth Talia.&nbsp; Very fine job ye did in here, Ah am truly impressed.”</strong><br><br>He walked around looking at the design work in a little more detail and turned at the mention of lovers.&nbsp; Could she be that perceptive he thought, she is one smart lady, and fascinating all more.<br><br>As Kiri got up and came over to him snaking her hand around her waist, he grinned at her explanation and smiled at her as she winked.<br><br><strong>“Ah know whit Kiri hud in mind Talia, bar Ah share her inquiring mind, whit wur ye thinking she meant?”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 02:04:55</strong>
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				Talia frowned slightly, uncomfortable and wanting to leave honestly. They could do this themselves and didn't need her. She nodded to Patrick's compliment but there was still an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. She watched as Kiri moved and listened, blushing hard at the words that followed. <br><br>"You aren't wearing anything of my design though Kiri, it wouldn't work for a real work shoot." <br><br>That was her way of trying to squirm out of it.&nbsp; She shook&nbsp; her head at the question "No, no thoughts. But really Kiri, bedroom shots are always sexy and I can't do sexy. I can find something that might fit you and you can take this round of pictures. I think I had too much wine at the party and I should lay down."<br><br>And with that she turned and fled back toward the floor room of her studio, looking through the racks of clothing, trying to focus her mind on work and nothing but work.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 06:56:21</strong>
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				"Hm..." Kiri looked at the door as Talia disappeared through it. She turned back to Patrick, glancing up at him. "You don't suppose I scared her off now, do you? That would bring about a rather unfortunate start to a business venture." Though the look on her face promised that a business collaboration was the last thing on her mind right then. "And this is a mock session after all..."<br><br>Her body hummed with that pleasant buzz of barely drunken feeling as she spun to stand before him, slipping her arms about his waist and pressing close to him. Scent of champagne wafted off of her as she stood on her tiptoes. Her breath washed against his lips. "The girl is a bit too nervous...any ideas how we can get her to relax a bit?" She smirked. "And you do seem to have taken quite a liking to her."<br><br>Her fingers continued to work free the remaining buttons, her smile turning sly. "Though you do seem almost shy tonight, Patrick. Care to share what's on your mind?" Her fingers dip beneath the fabric of the shirt, her hands slipping over the skin beneath it. Her voice dropped to a low purr. "That seems out of character for you." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dawg</strong> on <strong>06-01-2009, 09:07:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Patrick was a bit shocked at Kiri’s advances, not that it was coming from her, they had slept together before tonight.&nbsp; But he didn’t expect it here, in her client’s estate in the middle of a shoot.&nbsp; But when she said it was a mock shoot anyway then he relaxed a bit.&nbsp; Up till now he had been all business, thinking they were supposed to be wooing Talia to gain her business.&nbsp; However, he knew that she had other things on her mind right about now, and he knew that look in her eye, half business and the other half all business.&nbsp; He lost himself for a minute as she grazed her hand upon his skin.<br><br>Leaning in he kissed her soft an lingering on the lips, tasting the Champaign as it floated on her breath.&nbsp; His tongue forked out and traced the outer rim of her upper lip before darting to press between hers forcing them open.&nbsp; Pulling her into him he traced his hand around her waist and pulled her up and into his firm body as he explored.<br><br>After a short while he broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, <strong>“Ah huv tae admit, she diz haud a certain fire aboot her.&nbsp; Ah mean Ah don’t think Ah huv ever met a designer that takes so much pride in their work. An' look at whit she hiz doon tae this place.&nbsp; Yes Ah find her fascinating, an' a tad bit beautiful tae boot, in her ain erotic way Ah suppose.&nbsp; Something aboot these Americans set me aff sometimes.&nbsp; Should Ah go oot an' see if she wants tae c'moan back in here?”</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 05:57:23</strong>
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				What in the world was going on tonight?<br><br>Talia rummaged through the fridge in her studio, pulling out a cold bottle of water, popping the seal and taking a deep drought of it before moving back to her desk, the slanted draft style one, that was for sketches and such, rather then the normal oak affair that was further off with books, notes and laden with color swatches. She picked up a pencil, pulling up a clean sheet of paper and started sketching, quick, rough line, but soon a profile emeraged and then a dress, skin tight but old world in the collar and flare at the knees. It was a eclectic mix of old and new, and to her mind spoke of her style and Kiri's personality.<br><br>She left the drawing half done though with a sigh, moving on to one of the racks of clothing, riffling through it before a blush stained her cheeks. She had gone to the part of the collection that was undergarments, lacy pieces that played at draws and stocking and garters and corsets. Why in the world....<br><br>Tali shook her head and moved on to the business wear, pulling out a woman's suit to look over it. Nothing sexy about a suit right? Right. She hoped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: By Design [anon &amp; Dawg &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>anon</strong> on <strong>11-01-2009, 07:55:57</strong>
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				It was titillating. As always. He never did fail to make her head spin with the possibilities. Kiri tilted her head back, a smile playing on her lips. "Seems like I did scare her away. At this point you have a better chance of getting her to come back than I do." <br><br>Untangling herself from him, she moved over to the camera again, covering a yawn with the back of her hand. The party was actually more taxing on her than she let on. "Go ahead then. I'll set up for the next shoot." She shifts the cover on the bed a bit before glancing back at Patrick, her lips curling, mischief on her face. "And you may want to try and convince her that bedroom shots aren't always sexy and that she'll be lying down." <br><br>She leaned against the post, a hand on her hip and the camera dangling between her fingers again. "See if you can't use some of that charms of yours to coax her out of her shell a little?" She winked at him. "Look as though you are half-way there already, anyway." Brushing strands of her hair back, she shook her head a little, blinking rabidly as the world grew brighter. She gathered herself, trying to organized her thoughts. "I think you two make a better picture, to tell you the truth. The style's fitting. So." She waved her fingers at him. "Off you go then?"
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