The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata & BrilliantDays)
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				Title: <strong>The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsSonata</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 01:34:55</strong>
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				Noah Alexis Croft had been awaiting this day for most of his adult life. The chance to take a high profile and well-paying contract to help clothe one of the models of the day. It brought a smile on the fashion designer’s face and a broad one at that. He had often said that he would never be given a contract of such magnitude but now that it finally happened, after signing the contract that would ensure that his brand was well established and seen on billboards and electronic advertisements throughout the city and possibly beyond, across the planet! This was going to be an incredible moment. Not to mention the fact that he was going to be having Omega as his model.<br><br>At the age of twenty eight years Noah was considered one of the youngest fashion designers that had a successful business and designs. He owed that success to thinking outside the box, his designs being feminine in nature using clothing worn by females but made for males instead. Larger chests, broader shoulders and for some wider girths. It was an interesting sight to see some of Noah’s designs: dresses and skirts, blouses and waistcoats cut in feminine styles worn by men at some of the many nightclubs and that were dotted around the city. Not to be outdone; Noah had decided to help market his designs he would wear the very same designs.<br>Noah was a tall, slender and somewhat feminine male. He had snow white hair that went down past his shoulders kept straight and neat through a regime of hair products and care. His deep green eyes were hidden behind rimless glasses that fed him the latest news at a whim and a command from his mind. His body was covered with skin tanned from the time in the sun while attending the rooftop parties he had been invited to during the past three weeks. He had helped advertise some of his own fashion designs during those parties and they were well received. Within his own apartment complex located within the fashion district of the city Noah had a one hundred and eighty degree view from his living room and his design space. It was an inspiring sight. The colour scheme was muted, a far cry from his current attire. He was wearing an outfit from his latest collection, the same collection that Omega would be modelling. He wore an outfit inspired by old Victorian fashion of England during the nineteenth century. A front open skirt made of navy blue latex that stuck out. A long sleeve blouse of white silk and a pair of thigh high leather black boots.<br><br>Walking around his apartment; Noah walked into his design studio; a wooden board was covered with paper drawings of designs, lists of materials and sizes for future models and his own sizes as well as comparison charts between men and women that he required for getting the right look with all clothes designed. It was considered an old fashion method for design studios but half of Noah’s fashion designs had been based on history. He wasn’t going to stop with his home life. Of course Noah was willing to use the current technology. Holographic projectors were used to encompass a model’s body while Noah created the item of clothing.<br><br>“When is he going to arrive?” Noah asked, the frame covering his left eye flashed the information up and showed that he should be arriving any moment now. It was incredible. The same thought had been running through Noah’s mind for the past few days and yet it was finally the time. Dresses and skirts of Noah’s own design were going to be modelled by the one and only Omega. A role model of the youth of the city and a model of the government in an attempt to control the population in terms of their spending and their money. It was a bit of a shameful act but if it kept Noah in the best parties and allowed him the chance to partake in a few vices then who was he to judge the ideals of the government?<br><br>He pondered the very question before walking towards the window overlooking the river that ran through the city, bisecting the fashion district from the financial district. A table and two chairs were placed, helpful for when Noah needed to relax and concentrate on his work. He wanted to design his clothes and looking out at the city was the perfect chance.<br><br>“Come on Omega. We haven’t got all day.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 06:17:58</strong>
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				Omega had come straight from a rooftop photo shoot for his next fitting. He was used to them. Most designers didn't roll out clothes tailored for his body type, and so it wasn't uncommon for him to attend fittings for outfits he would wear in upcoming shows. For the most part, he wore clothing advertised for women, although occasionally he walked in clothing geared toward men. With his naturally androgynous face, he could easily wear the clothes of either gender and look stunning, although he did edge a bit more on the effeminate.<br><br>That afternoon, he was set to meet with Noah. Omega had heard of him, but he didn't linger very much on the names of designers he worked with. He understood the fame that came with a designer label, but he didn't care much about it. All that mattered was putting on a good show, always looking beautiful, and smiling until his face hurt. That had been his life for years, and the names on the tags of the clothes he wore mattered very little to him at the end of the day.<br><br>As he stepped out of the back seat of a black luxury sedan, his brilliant red hair glittering in the sun, Omega adjusted the large sunglasses higher up on the bridge of his nose. His eyes had never fully adjusted to Earth's sunlight; without protection against the brightness, he risked damaging his sight permanently, which simply wouldn't do. His skin seemed sturdy enough against the UV rays, carrying not a single blemish or even the trace of a tan. The porcelain white flesh seemed to add to his ethereal appeal.<br><br>Flanked by an armed guard at either side, Omega made his way through the building's lobby and called for the elevator to take him to Noah's floor. Because he had arrived straight from a shoot, he had decided not to change, and instead wore the same outfit that would grace the cover of a magazine the following month - a slinky black dress that barely covered his upper thighs, dipped down in the back to form a sharp V at the base of his spine. Ordinarily, fashion consultants would have paired such a number with some sort of stiletto, or even a pump, but the shape of Omega's feet didn't allow for it. They resembled cat paws more than human feet, so instead he wore a pair of heelless ankle boots that thudded gently against the floor as he headed for the designer's front door.<br><br>Omega had no need to knock; the man at his side did it for him. But rather than wait for an answer, the thug promptly opened the door and ushered the alien in. Omega thought the gesture boorish and rude, but said nothing, only stepped inside and took a glance around. It was a nice enough apartment, although not quite as large as his own. He stopped in the center of the main room, while one of his guards sought out Noah to announce their arrival.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsSonata</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 16:18:46</strong>
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				When you're bored, then the only good thing to do is to start work or start reading. While Noah did enjoy reading he had little chance to order any new books for his collection. They were incredibly expensive in this day and age. While most used the new tablet style books or had them beamed into the brain as a way of reading; Noah preferred having the book in hand, turning the pages and getting a better feel for the story, engrossing himself in the imagery that came with a paper copy. He just never had the same sense with tablets or electronic books. The bookshelf in his bedroom was filled with volumes of different stories that dated back decades. A collection he wouldn't have been able to build if not for his fashion work. With reading out of the question work was going to be on his mind. Sitting at the table by the window, a tablet on a stand to his side and with pen and paper Noah was looking for inspiration for a new formal line. The straight cut dresses of today were boring, they had been done so many times. Perhaps a revival was in order.<br><br>It was within a few moments of starting a design that a knock on the door came, and looking up over his shoulder Noah guessed the person to be one of two people. Either Omega, or the food delivery person. Noah was expecting a shipment of food to come soon. He never liked shopping in person. Too many people rushed him and asked for autographs or asked questions about current work. It did get annoying after a while so Noah decided that unless he really needed to, he'd shop online. Getting up to go to the door Noah saw it was opened from outside. It made him stop in his tracks, and annoyed Noah let out a small groan.<br><br>"You know it's quite rude to let yourselves in. Perhaps I should start turning up at your home and letting myself in." Noah commented while walking into the main area of his apartment to speak with the guests. He saw the two guards flanking Omega, but he paid them little heed. Probably just a discussion about what they could and could not talk about. Rumours persisted that Omega was on strict instructions to not discuss anything that wasn't approved by his handlers in the government. Well the guards certainly gave that rumour some credit. The guard started to speak, something about a time schedule and that Omega was not to be late. Noah only partially listened, his eyes and his focus were on Omega himself.<br><br>He had seen pictures of him, or her, Noah often had difficulty telling which was which with the famous model considering he had such androgynous features. The pure white skin made him look like a doll. He was actually quite stunning when Noah thought about it, and he rarely thought that about models. Only a few males had caught his eye in the past, and one or two females when he had designed clothes for a select few that paid him to. That red hair was going to be such a delight to work with, the colour combinations were endless. The possibilities enough to get Noah worked up in a frenzy of ideas.<br><br>"Yes yes Omega is a very important person. Have no fear I shall treat him as if he were a god." Noah had enough of the fool prattling on in front of him. Noah wanted to get on with the fittings and start what could be such an incredible peace of work. "Now gentlemen if you'd please leave Omega and I to our work, we'd greatly appreciate it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 19:08:03</strong>
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				While his security detail and Noah exchanged words, presumably about how long they would work together that afternoon, Omega let his eyes wander around the apartment. Eventually, his eyes landed on a large window and he peered out quietly, almost longingly. He loved being outside. So often, his handlers had him cooped up in one place or another. Always locked in. Even if the sun hurt his eyes, he wanted to stand beneath it, but it was so rarely afforded him.<br><br>At some point or another, the guards seemed satisfied, and they turned to leave the designer and model alone, stationing themselves outside the front door. Once they had gone, the redhead finally turned his gaze back to Noah, his expression blank save for the slight upward twist of his lips that almost formed a smile. "Forgive me for their behavior," he said, his voice tuned to a soft, dulcet pitch. "I realize they can be brutish."<br><br>At length, Omega removed his sunglasses to reveal startling scarlet eyes beneath, irises rimmed with an icy blue. Folding them neatly and placing them in his electric blue clutch, also from the shoot, he approached the designer and held out his hand for Noah to shake. He didn't entirely understand that form of greeting, or why it was so important to being social, but he didn't fight it. It was part of his job to follow human customs.<br><br>"It is nice to meet you, Noah. I have heard much about you over the last few days, and I look forward to working with you." At that, he took a cursory glance of the man's appearance, intrigued by his attire. "Your clothes are lovely."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsSonata</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 19:21:00</strong>
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				Noah was glad the two idiots left the apartment. It was so stuffy when there were people that were present within the building, and yet didn't need to be there. It reminded Noah of his first model that he helped dress up. It was a seventeen year old male who had to be chaperoned by his father's bodyguards much like Omega was. With the glaring eyes of the bodyguards the poor boy ended up running out of the apartment in nothing but his boxer shorts worried and nervous because he didn't like the fact he was being watched. Since then Noah had a policy in which only the model can choose who is present. All others must leave. Once the two bodyguards were out of the apartment Noah smiled and clapped his hands together, ready to begin.<br><br>"There is no need to apologise my friend. I have had problems in the past with bodyguards so sometimes a little tact is required around them. I'm just glad they have gone." Noah explained before watching as Noah removed his sunglasses and showed off those eyes. Noah had never come across anyone quite like Omega and he was actually very excited. Noah had a feeling that this was going to turn into a very lucrative contract indeed. Taking the other's hand Noah shook it and lead him to the seating at the table.<br><br>When Omega mentioned that he had heard a lot about Noah, the designer had to hold back from shouting out in excitement. While he had never been like this, he had never had a model quite like Omega and wanted to make the most of it. "I'm glad to hear that, because when I heard that I would be working with you Omega, I had to pinch myself multiple times to make sure it wasn't a dream. I even had the call traced thinking it was a friend playing a practical joke on me." Noah explained before inviting Omega to sit down. "I'm glad you think so. My current attire is from the latest range. Taken from history and played around with to match it to this day and age." Noah explained before standing by the window and looking back towards Omega.<br><br>"Now, before we start I have a few things I like to do. I don't know how other fashion designers start their fitting sessions but this has become a habit." Noah began while rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "I like to find out from all models what they are expecting, if they have any questions and if they have any requests. So please, if you do have anything you'd like to say, feel free to get them off your chest."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>15-07-2013, 06:46:16</strong>
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				Heading over to the table, Omega took a moment to get himself comfortable. He had long legs, perhaps longer than that of a normal human's, and it often took him a little maneuvering to situate himself the way he wanted, with his legs crossed and positioned off one side of the chair, rather than directly under the table. Once seated, he exhaled, setting down his clutch and peering across at the designer.<br><br>Noah seemed excited about the design. Omega smiled in kind, although the expression didn't quite reach his eyes - it rarely did. Mood stabilizers kept him from ever appearing outwardly negative in any way, but they couldn't quite make him look completely happy. That was a sickness modern medicine had yet to cure, although they were getting ridiculously close.<br><br>Folding his hands together and setting them on the edge of the table, the redhead nodded no. "I am sure that whatever you decide to put me in will be just fine," he said. It wasn't in his nature to be picky. He wore what he was told, read whatever script was placed before him, and didn't raise any complaints. However, he saw that Noah genuinely wanted his input, and so he decided not to withhold his thoughts.<br><br>"Although," he said, "if I may make one request. I am quite fond of hi-lo skirts. You know the ones. The ones that come up to the upper thighs in front, and then become longer in the back, sometimes with long trains and gauzy fabric to make them flutter. I wore one recently and was quite fond of how it looked on me. If that would fit into your collection, I would love to wear something like it again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsSonata</strong> on <strong>15-07-2013, 20:20:00</strong>
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				Omega's answer hadn't been what Noah was expecting to hear. He liked feedback, he hated people that were willingly going to allow him to dress them in whatever he felt like. It didn't make sense. If a person was willing to wear whatever then there would be no joy in the modelling stage. Noah wanted to know his clients and models were happy and that was making sure they wore something that they could be comfortable in. Rubbing his hands together, Noah took a deep breath. The last person that had said what Omega had said ended up being shouted at. Considering the nature of Omega and how important he was, Noah kept himself in check.<br><br>That all faded though. The moment in which he was about to shout out in rage faded as quickly as it came. Omega actually gave some output and it put a huge grin on Noah's face. Not just because of the fact that Omega said some input, but because he wanted to wear something that Noah loved making. "I do not often say this Omega, but I think I could kiss you." he stated with a grin before going to the table and activating the tablet.<br><br>Lights resolved into a shape of an outfit that Noah had been designing for the same line of clothes. It was a single piece dress made of black leather. The bodice was blank for the moment, waiting for a specific design that Noah hadn't thought up yet. It was designed in the style of a corset and so had numerous lacing running down the sides. The skirt however was in the same design that Omega liked. A hi-lo. Admittedly the skirt went below the knees but it was designed to be worn for more formal occasions such as movie premiers, or in the case of Omega and Noah, for a party held after the annual fashion shows. The skirt had a long train, reaching back for about three feet.<br><br>"While the front of the skirt is longer than what you suggested it can be changed to fit any length required." Noah explained as he walked over towards a desk, picking up a tablet and stylus. He started to manipulate the holographic image, increasing the detail towards the skirt while making the front higher, above the knees and closer to the thighs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>16-07-2013, 00:01:58</strong>
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				Fortunately, it seemed as though his tastes matched up with Noah's fairly well, for the man lit up considerably at his suggestion. That pleased Omega, if only slightly. Although he knew his opinion didn't matter much in the great scheme of things, it was nice that a designer wanted his input on a piece of clothing. Especially since he would soon be wearing it in a show, and then at the afterparty to follow.<br><br>Omega's red head cocked off to one side as Noah pulled up the holographic image, upon which he began to work. The dress was still a skeleton; just a blank slate. But it had potential. Looking closely, Omega could see that it had some leather components, and he gathered that the shape of it would greatly flatter his figure. "It looks beautiful so far," he complimented. With his elbow on the table, he cradled his chin in his long fingers, observing the chances Noah made to the garment.<br><br>"I will leave the length of the skirt to you," he added. "You know better than I what is more appropriate for the event. But I would definitely like to keep the hi-lo concept, if possible. I have been told that any garment exposing my legs is a plus." Humans seemed to have obsessions with various parts of models' bodies - legs were fairly high on the list. He wasn't sure why, but he seemed to have what photographers and designers were looking for.<br><br>Drawing his eyes up to the bodice of the dress, Omega nodded to convey a sense of approval for what he saw. "I am especially fond of the corset lacing. There on the sides. Will the dress be completely black when it is finished?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsSonata</strong> on <strong>16-07-2013, 22:41:41</strong>
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				When Omega looked on the ideas Noah knew he had the model's interest piqued and it was the perfect opportunity to test out some more theories, seeing what the model liked and didn't like. He paused in tinkering with the design of the dress, playing around with the skirt to dim the windows using a separate device. When the windows were dim enough, they showed off more images ranging from full length dresses, ball gowns with an open front skirt, as well as tops and short shorts, swimsuits and a few more dresses that contained simple one length skirts. "Let me know what you think and if any of them take your fancy." Noah requested before going back to his tablet and the first outfit. They were all from his latest line of clothes, the same one Omega would be modelling.<br><br>"I really like it when the models do give their input." Noah commented before sitting at the table and looking towards the skirt design. The boy blushed at the comment on the design being beautiful so far. It made him feel good inside. When Omega mentioned the part about exposing the legs, Noah turned a deeper shade of red, almost crimson as he realised where his thoughts had lead him. "I'd be lying if I said thats not true. I've seen some of your fashion shoots in the past... well I saw your legs and they... do look very very nice." Noah had trouble finding the words, and so his last statement came out as if he was stuttering and on a first date with nothing good to say. Not the best impression to make in front of models.<br><br>Composing himself after his last fluster got him hot under the collar, Noah took a deep breath and continued with the designs, changing the front of the skirt that the split was triangular in shape instead. The front of the skirt was raised higher, to the thighs like Omega requested and It would show more legs off, and perhaps give Noah a chance to show off some of his underwear designs.<br><br>"The dress doesn't just have to be black." Noah responded with a smile on his face before flicking through colours. "I'm particularly fond of it being in pink, make it into a club look if we shortened the train of the dress."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>19-07-2013, 07:46:28</strong>
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				When Noah offered him a compliment, Omega accepted it with a smile and a quiet "thank you." He was accustomed to such things. Humans who had seen his photo spreads in magazines, or on the internet, often offered him glowing praise for various aspects of his physical form. The intensity of his eyes, his long neck, his small waist. Compliments had become a large part of his life, and so he didn't think much of them.<br><br>Watching with no shortage of intrigue as Noah manipulated the sketch to form a more complete idea for the gown, Omega reached up to gingerly cradle his own jaw in an unfurled palm. For as much as his medication mellowed him, he had a hard time hiding his excitement when the dress began to come together. It looked beautiful as it was, and he knew that it would look equally stunning in any color.<br><br>"I would enjoy wearing a black version," Omega told him. "Recently, I have been taught about contrast. Plays between light and dark. Perhaps a dark dress would stand out more prominently on my light skin." He wasn't entirely sure what went well together on a color chart, but he wasn't sure how well pink would work, given the color of his hair. From what he had gathered, pairing pink with red was something of a fashion faux pas.<br><br>Raising his eyes, the redhead gazed upon Noah for a few moments in silence, before finally speaking again. "Will I wear this dress in the show, or during the afterparty? I was told that you would design a few garments for me, some for the show and one for after." He only hoped that he wasn't asking too many questions. His handlers had always warned him against that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsSonata</strong> on <strong>27-07-2013, 11:49:08</strong>
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				Noah sat back in a chair, manipulating the image while Omega watched the changes appear on the holographic representation. It was a good thing to have the model so actively interested in what he was doing. It helped a lot, and made things easier in the long run. When the model spoke about colours; Noah nodded and smiled. They were in the same boat, and thinking about the alabaster white skin contrasting with the bright pink that Noah had originally chosen to give then there was a lot of sense in that.<br><br>"A very good point my friend." Noah commented as he changed it to black, though using a command he brought up multiple images of the dress in different colours. Deep purple. Navy blue. Crimson and jade green to finish it off. "I'm going to have the dress in multiple colours. I'm sure the kids would love it." Noah explained with a chuckle before putting the tablet down. Omega's question got him thinking. In fact it was a very good question; Noah hadn't considered whether or not to use the dress during the fashion show or the after show party.<br><br>"I will have to get back to you on that." Noah responded after a few moments of silent debate in his mind. He wanted it to look perfect. The dress looked like it could be something that would steal the show on the night, and it would make a great centre piece and the perfect finale for the night but...<br><br>"Omega, I'm curious to know whether or not you'd like to show off your legs with every outfit? I have a few designs that show none of the leg that I'd like to début." Noah explained, bringing up some images that were reminiscent of ball gowns. Large skirts, flowing bodices, long and short sleeves as well as ornately decorated bodices and some of the bodices were designed to show open areas of the chest, while some dress designs were more evening gowns than anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>29-07-2013, 07:48:24</strong>
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				At the question posed, Omega shook his head no. He wasn't about to make any ridiculous demands. It wasn't in his nature, and his handlers wouldn't have approved of that either. Ever since his initial capture, when agents had begun hammering their ideals into his brain, he had been taught to comply. That meant always accepting yes as an answer and never deliberately trying to make waves, particularly when he dealt with clothing designers like Noah.<br><br>"Not at all," he assured. "I would hardly think to ask that all the outfits I wear have the same cut and silhouette." Such would have been terribly boring, he knew. If all the dresses looked alike, he was certain that the market would tire of Noah's collection very quickly. Best to have an assortment of things, he knew, so that the show would be more colorful. Variety seemed to be key in fashion.<br><br>"If anything, I would be pleased to see what other creations you had in mind. I assume, by your description, that you had a bit of formalwear in mind?" Omega hadn't worn much in the way of formalwear. For the most part, he was put in trendy, avant-garde attire, and sometimes swimwear. He had worn perhaps one or two long gowns in shows previously, but he could barely remember them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsSonata</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 20:44:44</strong>
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				Noah liked to think he could take a glance at a person, any person whether he or she was a model, a fellow designer or just a friend or fan, and he'd be able to know about him or her within a glance and find out more about that person. Omega on the other hand, well they could change his name to Enigma and it would be quite apt and very true to his nature. He was quiet, mysterious, absolutely beautiful and very charming to be around and so Noah was willing to allow his latest model to keep his secrets.<br><br>Listening to what Omega had to say; Noah gave a small smile and stood up. He had an idea. "If you'd allow me to indulge my curiosity I'd like to show you something." Noah began with a smile on his face before looking to his bedroom. He didn't have anything sexual in mind. Quite the opposite; Noah wanted to show Omega some old fashion designs that he had made when first starting out. Ideas that came to him from history and from his fascination with ball gowns and dresses. He wanted to see how Omega would look in them all.<br><br>"I'm glad you want to see the formal designs I have. I made the ideas a long time ago and never had a model willing to try them on. No one wanted anything vintage." Noah explained before leading Omega to his bedroom. It was a large, spacious contemporary living space in which Noah could relax and spread out. A simple bed, king size with white sheets and black pillows, a book shelf with historical fashion books lining its walls. A wall screen TV that showed news feeds when not in use as well as weather reports and a schedule for Noah. He had cleared it for his time with Omega. He also had a large wardrobe built into the room, inside were his personal designs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>06-08-2013, 06:26:52</strong>
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				As Noah stood, Omega glanced up, curious. He couldn't imagine that their first meeting had already reached its end, and the confusion registered on his face. But when Noah began heading for his bedroom, he supposed that it was indication enough for him to follow. He hadn't the faintest notion what Noah had in mind, but it wasn't in his nature to ask. He supposed he would find out soon enough.<br><br>Once inside, Omega took a moment to admire the room. It was quite lovely; simple, in a way, but dotted with items that told the redhead much about his host. The lack of frills wasn't very telling, but the books certainly did. They told Omega what was important to Noah - quite obviously, the man lived and breathed fashion.<br><br>Folding his hands behind his back, the model then cast his gaze to the designer, waiting for him to show some of his former creations. "Vin... tage?" Omega had never heard that particular term before. He could only surmise that it had something to do with formal designs, but he wasn't certain. Although he had been taught English, and spoke it very well, he had some trouble still. Certain words escaped him.<br><br>"Whatever you have in mind, I am sure it will be lovely. I have no problem trying on what you think would look good on me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsSonata</strong> on <strong>11-08-2013, 00:31:51</strong>
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				Hearing Omega's approval with trying something different; Noah went into the back of the wardrobe to where his more person projects were. These were the definite vintage dresses in his collection and looking at them anyone could see why. Well almost anyone. Noah remembered that Omega was slightly different to most models. He was almost like a blank canvas in terms of that you could give him any outfit and work on him without worrying on whether it would look good. Noah had to remind himself that Omega was the poster child of the government, a way of controlling how the people dressed and what they purchased.<br><br>"I'd like to say these are my favourite outfits." Noah commented as he showed off the three gowns. The first was pure white sitting up on a mannequin. It was a vintage wedding dress with a matching cardigan made of satin and lace sleeves. The dress had a long sweeping train behind. It held a special place in Noah's heart as it was the dress he had first made when he broke free of conventional designs. This was the first dress he designed for a male to wear. A band of roses decorated the waist, almost like a wrestler's belt.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.ofwedding.net/img/Vintage-Wedding-Dress-5.jpg)</div></div><br>The second dress was that of a formal ball gown. It was pink, tiered with a petticoat skirt and a pink satin over skirt along with capped sleeves and a bodice in the style of bandages. Noah was experimenting with formal wear and giving it a design that really spoke to those that had found clothes with a bandage effect to be the in crowd. While it wasn't a particularly strong seller, the colour and design had found a special space in the niche markets and those that wanted to go against what was in and so it was a moderate success for Noah.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.jueshegowns.co.uk/media/catalog/product/p/i/pink_ball_gown_taffeta_prom_dress_with_cap_sleeves_jsld0221-1.jpg)</div></div><br>The third and final dress was something Noah made when he delved into Japanese fashion of the 21st century. It was perfect in his own mind. A full length ball gown with a mixture of modern Eastern ideas in an old Western style. The dress originally was designed in three colours; green, white and purple but it was the green that was the only one to be made, and it held a special place in Noah's wardrobe because it was the first dress of his own design that he wore out in public. In fact it was the first dress he wore in public period. It was what started him off to the world of being dressed up and enjoying ladies clothing.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img.alibaba.com/img/pb/802/452/288/288452802_243.jpg)</div></div><br>While no one had wanted to model them, they were too good for Noah to simply throw away and he kept them instead. "So what do you think?" Noah asked as he stood to one side, giving Omega a complete view.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 09:14:56</strong>
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				While Omega wasn't exactly able to feel and convey excitement as he might have, prior to undergoing extensive medicinal therapy, he was intrigued by the prospect of seeing what designs Noah had thus far discarded. Or at least put to the side. Apparently they held great significance for him, for he had saved them and displayed them proudly on mannequins. And as Omega got his first look at them, he thought it a damn shame that they had remained hidden this long.<br><br>Approaching the mannequins with no shortage of curiosity, Omega gingerly ran his fingers over the fabric of each dress. Each was lovely in its own way. The first for its delicate nature; the second for its flowing fabric; the third for its slightly edgy appeal. "They are lovely," he said at last, stopping at the third mannequin to glance back and admire each creation in turn. He couldn't for the life of him imagine why no one had wanted to wear them.<br><br>"I am especially fond of the white one, and the green one."<br><br>The truth was that the look of the dresses didn't even matter. If Omega wore one on a runway, it would sell out very quickly. Both men and women sought to look like him, to dress like him, to buy what he bought and wear what he wore. Whether they liked it or not didn't matter. He was the poster child; whatever he advertised would sell in a heartbeat.<br><br>"May I try one on?" the redhead requested, his eyes traveling sidelong to peer at Noah. "I realize that you still have to measure me for new clothes, but I would love to see how one of these creations looks on me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsSonata</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 14:32:16</strong>
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				Noah was surprised to see that Omega wanted to try the dresses on, and gave a nod of his head in agreement. He thought he might have to beg the model to try them on for him, and depending on how they went Noah could see them being used on the runway or perhaps for the after show party. This was going to be so much fun! Noah never normally let himself become so giddy with the prospect of having his styles worked with, but this was going to be an exception.<br><br>"Of course you can try them on!" Noah almost shouted the words before walking towards the mannequins, wondering which of the two Noah had taken an interest in that would look the best. "I think you would make a cute bride Omega." Noah commented as he took the jacket off the mannequin and placed it on a hangar to the side for later before he started to undress the mannequin.<br><br>"We still have a few hours before you're time with me is up. We can make the most of it. It doesn't have to be all about work." Noah commented before he took the dress from the mannequin. Thinking about not doing work, he had to wonder if Omega had any vices that he partook in when not on the runway. Maybe there was something the alien enjoyed doing.<br><br>"A random question Omega, but is there anything you do when not modelling for people or going to fittings?" Noah asked as he looked to the model. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>08-09-2013, 08:39:59</strong>
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				Daring to smile a bit as Noah eagerly granted him permission, Omega set his things aside on a nearby table and began to undress. Things such as modesty didn't occur to him; he didn't have the same desire to hide his naked frame as did most humans. As such, he didn't bat an eyelash when he draped his dress over a chair, his shoes beneath it, leaving him in nothing but a pair of tight black lace panties.<br><br>Briefly glancing over his bare body, he wondered how the white fabric would look on him. He rarely ever wore white. His skin was so light on its own, like the finest of porcelain, that few designers dared to put him in white for fear of washing him out. Still, he was curious as to how he would look as a bride. Accordingly, he stepped closer to Noah, waiting for the designer to show him how the back was unzipped to finally step into the luxurious piece of clothing.<br><br>"I have little free time," Omega told him flatly, setting his feline-like feet on the floor and drawing the dress up around his narrow hips. "On occasion, I find my way to parties. I suppose those count as free time." To some extent. His handlers arranged for him to drop by various gatherings, some exclusive and some public. Those sorts of events had exposed Omega to various new things, including party drugs. They didn't affect him in quite the same way as humans, but some part of him enjoyed the change.<br><br>"What about you?" he returned, lifting the dress up higher to slide his arms into the sleeves. "Do you have anything you enjoy in addition to designing lovely clothes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsSonata</strong> on <strong>08-09-2013, 12:19:21</strong>
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				Noah gave a small smile, as he stood and prepared the dress for Omega to try on as he listened to what the male had to say about his free time. It must be difficult, being a pawn of the government and not getting any freedom. The chance to do as he pleased, go where he wanted, eat what he wanted (if he did control what he ate) and experience whatever Omega wanted to experience. That was what freedom was about. <br><br>When the dress was up around Omega's body then Noah zipped the dress up part of the way, and laced up the rest before letting the flap fold down and cover the laces, giving the illusion that it was a jacket and not attached to the dress. "Besides reading, I tend to get invites for big parties around the city. Some aren't your normal parties though." Noah explained before stepping back, looking to the model with a smile on his face before sitting down. He wondered if he should tell Omega his vices. Noah had some odd friends who got him into different things. One of those friends got him into cross-dressing, but others had gotten him into more odder ideas of plays.<br><br>"If you promise not to tell anyone, I do partake in certain drugs." It was still frowned upon for drugs to be taken, despite legal. If a man of Noah's credibility was caught doing drugs then his reputation could be shattered by it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Modelling Contract (AngelsSonata &amp; BrilliantDays)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>12-09-2013, 07:23:59</strong>
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				It seemed odd to Omega that Noah would offer such privileged information. Many people in the city indulged in drugs and the like, but it wasn't looked upon very well in proper society. That Noah would confide such a thing in him seemed strange indeed, but Omega said nothing. It seemed rude to comment on something like that. Truth be told, Omega neither approved nor disapproved, for he did much of the same himself.<br><br>For the most part, Omega was immune to human drugs. They simply didn't give him the same kind of high. If he took enough of one substance, it would have some kind of effect on him, but that effect was usually very mild in comparison to what a human would experience. The only things that seemed to work on him were the cheap party drugs that lasted for a few hours, then wore off. One of the only things that impacted him at all was the drug he took every day, the AK-15 tailor-made for his lightning fast metabolism and unique body structure.<br><br>The AK-15 kept him in line. It suppressed his emotions, thereby suffocating the vast majority of his free will. He only required small doses to get through the day, but when he craved a little more, he crushed a handful of the pills and inhaled them for a nearly immediate high. This he kept to himself, mostly for practical purposes. His handlers didn't care if he sought out a quick high, as long as he could still function. His main concern was having a human find out about his vice, particularly because one small dose in a human body could lead to serious complications.<br><br>For the time being, Omega decided not to comment on Noah's drug use. Instead, he waited for the man to finish adjusting the clothing to turn where he stood, so that the designer could get a better look at him. "How does it look on me?" he asked. "Do I look enough like a bride?"
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