Fire and Ice[Dreamer]
Feb 4, 2013 0:02:48 GMT -5
Post by Sage on Feb 4, 2013 0:02:48 GMT -5
Aira Windblown
Sweet dreams and beautiful things
Pretty colors and soaring Wings[/right][/size][/font]
It's so pretty in the capitol when it snows I think as I look at the glittering streets of my home. Not that its a good thing for my heals I think as I just about slip and fall on my face. I'm a model though, so that does not happen. I'm graceful, I'm fierce and I'm very proud. at least that's what I try to be. Sometimes its hard though because I have a fierce temper. I continue walking because my parents refused to buy me a stupid car, If only I had a car I think wistfully. I look up and remember that the games have started. On the screen are images of the bloodbath from that day. I sigh, uninterested, and continue walking. Suddenly, my cell phone rings. I check it and see that it's my agent. I answer it, annoyance coloring my otherwise sweet voice. "What?" I demand. My agents voice sounds breathless as she tells me about an appointment I have scheduled for the next day. "Was it really critical that you tell me this right now?" I ask impatiantly. "Yes, Miss Windblown, tomorrow it is critical that you make this appointment as its a very important photo shoot for the front cover of Capitolites magazine" She says. A smile pulls at the corners of my mouth and I thank her before closing the phone. I'd almost forgotten about my photo shoot tomorrow.
Arriving at my destination, Models inc, I enter the building and a chime sounds, announcing my arrival. "Miss Windblown, we have your outfit ready for your photo shoot tomorrow" A woman whom I've known since first becoming a model says, holding a canvas bag. Out of it, she produces a beautiful sequined dress that is a soft blue color. It's lovely and will go well with my eyes. I smile as i head into the change room.
The dress, of course, fits perfectly. It was, after all, created by the lovely Marcel, who could turn any fabric into artwork. The dress goes to my knees and sparkles every time I move. Examining myself in the mirror, I admire the handywork Marcel has outdone himself this time. As if my thoughts summon him, Marcel appears behind me. I turn and throw my arms around him. "It's beautiful Marcel, thank you" I say. I kiss both of his cheeks and he steps back, looking me up and down. "perfect, you'll look stunning tomorrow" He says. I smile. "All the credit wil go to you of course, for being so wonderful at making clothes" I say, giggling. "Alright, pose for me" He demands. I smile and do as he says, striking various poses in front of the mirror. "Alright, that looks perfect. Now take it off" he says. I smile and go back into the change room.
It feels better to be back in my own clothes. I carefully put the dress back into the canvas bag and hand it to Marcel. He takes it and disappears into the back room. "I guess you can go now Miss Windblown" "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow" I say, leaving the building.
As I'm heading towards home, I slip on a patch of ice and am unable to catch myself. I land on my rear and it hurts a lot. The ground being frozen doesn't help much either. I stand up and look around to see if anyone noticed. Much to my humiliation, a guy seems to have noticed. I blush as he approaches
Arriving at my destination, Models inc, I enter the building and a chime sounds, announcing my arrival. "Miss Windblown, we have your outfit ready for your photo shoot tomorrow" A woman whom I've known since first becoming a model says, holding a canvas bag. Out of it, she produces a beautiful sequined dress that is a soft blue color. It's lovely and will go well with my eyes. I smile as i head into the change room.
The dress, of course, fits perfectly. It was, after all, created by the lovely Marcel, who could turn any fabric into artwork. The dress goes to my knees and sparkles every time I move. Examining myself in the mirror, I admire the handywork Marcel has outdone himself this time. As if my thoughts summon him, Marcel appears behind me. I turn and throw my arms around him. "It's beautiful Marcel, thank you" I say. I kiss both of his cheeks and he steps back, looking me up and down. "perfect, you'll look stunning tomorrow" He says. I smile. "All the credit wil go to you of course, for being so wonderful at making clothes" I say, giggling. "Alright, pose for me" He demands. I smile and do as he says, striking various poses in front of the mirror. "Alright, that looks perfect. Now take it off" he says. I smile and go back into the change room.
It feels better to be back in my own clothes. I carefully put the dress back into the canvas bag and hand it to Marcel. He takes it and disappears into the back room. "I guess you can go now Miss Windblown" "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow" I say, leaving the building.
As I'm heading towards home, I slip on a patch of ice and am unable to catch myself. I land on my rear and it hurts a lot. The ground being frozen doesn't help much either. I stand up and look around to see if anyone noticed. Much to my humiliation, a guy seems to have noticed. I blush as he approaches
