THE TIME IS PHOTO TIME

[ari]

Arianna Gemma Bosdell''

The lights shone brightly, people were rushing around, thousands it sounded like, even millions of conversations were happening. People were running around, getting the make up ready. The scene was being put up by young tech guys who were just new to the business and had no idea what colour matched with what. The photographer was sitting on his chair, waiting for her to come. She knew she was late, but it wasn’t her fault. She was stuck in traffic and she ahd called them up to tell them that. It wasn’t her fault that there had been a road accident on her way. It was bloody and disgusting and it took about an hour and a half to clear everything so there were no more damages. Thankfully the drunk driver was able to stop without damaging her car. Who actually even got drunk at four in the afternoon?

Her heels made a click clack sound as she walked along the hallway to the studio. Everything seemed to be quiet, but she knew better, everything was buzzing inside in the studio she was meant to be in. Sure a lot of these people had lives, and she ahd wasted over two hours, but she was a model. If they came late, they came let. She pushed open the door and looked around before entering. Everyone tried hard not to stop and look at her with glares as she entered, but some had failed to manage. She smiled sweetly at them and carried on until she reached the make up room. She walked it and sat in her favourite place. Everyone seemed to be angry at her still, but she’ll manage to make it up to them by making the shots look perfect. After all, she could model for the entire world if she wanted too.

The woman had finally done one of the back ground models and made her way over to Ari. She looked up at the woman, pointing her face in her direction, as to say ‘get on with it then…’ The woman seemed about twenty five, with red hair and green eyes; the typical little beauty. She sighed at Ari, and went to get the shade of eye shadow that would go perfect with her skin colour. Out of the corner of her eyes, as she looked in the mirror, Ari saw the reflection of someone. As the make up was being put on her, she looked up at the person in the reflection and said; “What are you doing here? Can’t you see I’m getting ready?”

TAGGED// OPEN
WORD COUNT// 430 [WITHOUT CODES]
NOTES// NOTHING
OUTFIT// clicky!

[ALYSA JANE LEWIS]

Alysa sat down in her photographer chair tapping her foot impatiently, waiting for her model to get here. She had a very important photo shoot to do, and she was being made wait! She hated when that happened, especially when she had other things to do.

"Where is the damn model!" She yelled out to all her twitchy interns and set workers. She needed her model, and she needed her model's posing. Ariana. That was the model's name. She was really pretty, and she was almost always late, or so Alysa had heard. Finally she heard the clacking of heels. Alysa sneaked after her Ariana, then followed her into the dressing room, with huge mirrors all over it. She was spotted almost instantly.

"What are you doing in here? I'm getting ready!" The model said. She had half a face of makeup on, and the makeup dressers were whispering and jumbling around her.

"I'm the director, and I need you to hurry." She pointed to a few outfits hanging on a hanger, "Get in an outfit, any of them, then get out here." Alysa stalked out, steam practically pouring out of her ears. She was annoyed that the model had to act so stuck up. ALysa's purple and blue coon streaked hair fell behind her, the blond curls falling gracefully over the rainbow-y under layer. She always had loved to make her a rainbow, and this just helped. She pulled up her camera and fidgeted with the lens. She was starting to get very aggravated.

WORDS ?! lots
TAG ?! foryouu
OUTFIT ?! www.polyvore.com/your_trainwreck_but_love_you/set?id=6121225
NOTES ?!hmm, I think its a good first postie, and i think i did a good second postie
CREDIT ?! Hey it's SHMEY! @ caution 2.0 <3

[ari]

Arianna Gemma Bosdell''

She knew she was going to make the photographer angry with being late, but it wasn’t her fault. How many times would she have to explain this? It was as if everyone believed that models were always late…Well it was true, but she had always good reasons for being late. It was just that the photographers never believed her. She could hear the murmurs of the other workers talking about how angry the photographer was. But who cared?

The woman in the mirror looked angry and Arianna wanted to laugh so badly. It was funny watching the photographers blow up with steam and she had so much fun twisting it all up a bit more. She looked straight faced at the woman in the mirror, not even twitching a bit. She rolled her eyes at the woman as she left and murmured to the workers; “What a hot head. I had an excuse, but no; no one believes it…” The people were nearly finished her make up and the others began putting some clothes on to her. Her hair was being done up by another set of hands and Arianna was finally finished.

She walked out of the room and went into the studio. She looked around and went straight into the middle f the set that was being put up still. She tapped her foot impatiently, well then. If they wanted to get the shots done, they should’ve gotten the background set up first. “Stupid workers can’t even bloody fix a set properly…” She mumbled to herself, before turning around and coming face to face with the photographer.

TAGGED// Alysa
WORD COUNT// 319 [WITHOUT CODES]
NOTES// NOTHING
OUTFIT// clicky!

[ALYSA JANE LEWIS]

WHATSTHEWORSTTHATICANSAY
t h i n g s a r e b e t t e r o f f t h i s w a y

♥ s o l o n g a n d g o o d n i g h t ♥
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"Yeah I know, I hate them too." Reading the look on the models face. She had chosen the purple leapord print skinnies, with the teal seal shirt. She had a cute little vest on over it, and high tops. Aly had picked the perfect outfit for this model. It fit her curly hair perfectly. Aly sighed. The workers were slow, yelling at each other, pointing, grunting, scratching their butt. Yeah, it was gross.

Aly sighed again and walked back to her chair, her camera landing in her lap as she sat down, the cord holding it to her neck was digging in. She peeled it off from her neck and finally the set workers were done. It looked like a spring field. She smiled at her brilliance. they had set wild birds and butterflies out into the set, setting up a transparent net to be sure they couldn't get out, there were small trees in there, and small flowers. The birds flocked to the trees, and the butterflies to the flowers.

"Get on set, now!" Aly yelled, standing up, preparing her camera for its shots. She pointed to the model, and then to the set.

"Lay down on your back, prop yourself up on your elbows." She ordered, when a male model walked out, perfectly primed and ready to model. He already knew where he was going to be, so as soon as Arianna would lay down, he would lay down to and lean over her, their smiles cute. This photo was going into a magazine, Aly lost track of which one, she let her assitant handle all of that sort of stuff.

status;; complete/incomplete
words;; 312
tag;; toyouu
outfit;;same as above
notes;; sorry its so short
lyrics;; "Helena" by My Chemical Romance
credit;; i.forgive.you @ CAUTION 2.0

[ari]

Arianna Gemma Bosdell''

She turned around, to hear the photographer agreeing to what she was saying. This was the first time that an actual photographer and her got along. Normally the photographers would think that just because she was seventeen she was a nuisance and would not be good in this business. It was weird how much you were undermined in this job because you were so young. She looked up at the workers once more while one scratched its butt. She made a face at him and went to sit down on one of the stools on the far side while everything was getting ready.

She watched the photographer a little, wondering how old she was. The girl didn’t seem much older than Arianna herself. But who knew, nowadays there were so many vitamins and pills and other things to make people-especially woman-look older. She did not really understand why woman wanted to look older, they were getting older weren’t they, so why not look the part? It was as if they did not want to get rid of the feeling of being young, they did not want to forget their memories of their first date, their first prom and what not. Prom; one thing she really wanted to go but could not. It was a bad thing for her because she was a model and had to be home schooled. That was one of the negative traits about modeling , the fact that she had to be home schooled and could not experience real life. But seeing films such as Mean Girls and what not made her think about school. Was it really as bad as it was made out to seem? Didn’t the directors ever think about the people who were going into a new school? Didn’t they think about how this film would affect them? But then again, Arianna was a bit naïve, she was a bit blonde as some would say. But really, she was a smart blonde too.

She watched as the photographer began to smile and turned herself around to look at the set that had just been finished being built. She smiled; it was actually quite beautiful. There were birds, butterflies and what not, and it made the whole thing seem so….alive. And like Spring. She didn’t know which magazine this was going into, her agent just told her that this was a huge magazine and she would be noticed more and would probably get more offers. So to get better jobs as a model, Arianna took this shot. “God! No need to shout so much, I can hear you perfectly.” This was going to be a long photo shoot.

Arianna did what the woman with the camera said and opened her eyes in a surprise when a very good looking male model came in. That was one of the perks of being a model, meeting good looking guys. Who knows how many she met over the few years of her modeling career, but she had seen quite a few really good faces. She nearly fell of in her position. She got back into position while the guy got into position wit h her. They both smiled at the camera; the photo shot had finally begun.

TAGGED//ALYSA
WORD COUNT// 541 [WITHOUT CODES]
NOTES// No problem, I kinda rambled on this one to make it long...Sowii.
OUTFIT// clicky!