Post by looker on Jul 10, 2015 16:04:26 GMT -5
Sue She had been alarmed for no fucking reason, damn this. Why did she have thought so low of that woman in the first place, yet this show was probably the best that could have happen to Sue. Being the model in the opening act was a bonus, it filled her with some pride and joy. She couldn't hear anything else but the clicking of some photographs, whatever someone said backstage wouldn't be anything of her concern in the moment anyway. Or was it? She would turn back around, walking back to the middle of the catwalk to pose there as well. The guns were fired, leaving her vest in colorful freckles, admirable. Her way would bring her back once more to the stage, with her hands still behind her head she would tip her head lightly, giving the audience a soft smile before running back towards where Emily and the other's where waiting.-D-
Looker "Very nice...I'm sure the evening spectators will be even more impressed." It was as though the woman had no intention of letting Sue's heart take a break from all of the stress. At what point would she let the girl feel more like a model and less like a circus baboon? Surely Emily was getting tired as well. "Alright coffee break. The breakfast table is backstage." The men in suits followed each other in perfect lines like large muscular penguins. They had to be fed up as well, but the strange part was that backstage they were as quiet as mice. Only the words 'please' and 'thank you' were heard from them when taking from the breakfast table. Emily did not eat with the rest of her models. That didn't seem strange at all for her snobbyness. But she was hiding away to eat something else for her own breakfast. Inside of a plastic little bag was about a pint of type O negative blood. She used an IV rather than risk catching a red stain on her lips. This was life in death. -E-
Looker "Very nice...I'm sure the evening spectators will be even more impressed." It was as though the woman had no intention of letting Sue's heart take a break from all of the stress. At what point would she let the girl feel more like a model and less like a circus baboon? Surely Emily was getting tired as well. "Alright coffee break. The breakfast table is backstage." The men in suits followed each other in perfect lines like large muscular penguins. They had to be fed up as well, but the strange part was that backstage they were as quiet as mice. Only the words 'please' and 'thank you' were heard from them when taking from the breakfast table. Emily did not eat with the rest of her models. That didn't seem strange at all for her snobbyness. But she was hiding away to eat something else for her own breakfast. Inside of a plastic little bag was about a pint of type O negative blood. She used an IV rather than risk catching a red stain on her lips. This was life in death. -E-