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Post by Andrea Mason on Apr 11, 2012 12:01:24 GMT -5
If there was one thing Andrea knew, it was that being a model was never enough in the modeling world, and any amount of other skills you possessed could be what made or broke you. Can you write about fashion in other countries? Can you be a backup singer? Can you think on your feet and be an interviewer? What about the question at hand? Could she be an actress? The thing was, she knew the answer to that was a resounding no. In photographs, her general sneer was taken for “fierceness,” which was a desirable trait in the modeling world. But for things like commercials, which models were often asked to perform in, you had to be cute and peppy and have “personality.” She hated the way people in the industry used the world “personality.” By saying a person had to have personality, they meant they wanted you to have a peppy personality. She knew this because she knew she had a personality, it was just a mean one.
But she had to suck it up because extra skills were needed. She was in the film department so that she could film herself performing an imaginary commercial, and then afterwards she could looks at it and compare it to other commercials side by side so she could see whether her skill in this area was improving. It was a good thing to practice, but it made her annoyed as hell. She stood in front of a white sheet, waiting for the tell-tale click that would signal the self timer on the camera had run out and it was filming. It wasn’t long before she heard the click and she held her hands up in apparent, girly frustration.
“Can’t get that hair to do what you want? Tried everything you can to get it looking like those other girls? I have a solution for you…”
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Post by Wesley Rogerson on Jun 2, 2012 20:10:08 GMT -5
Wesley casually made his way down the Film hallway. He still wasn’t sure how he’d gotten roped in to helping the film teacher, something about being the only guy who didn’t wear his pants down to his knees, though he was pretty sure he’d just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or the right place at the right time as far as the teacher was concerned.
Still, it wasn’t really that bad to be honest, all he had to do was put some film canisters back in her room for her. The film canisters that he was now twiddling around with on his finger’s, which the teacher probably wouldn’t be to happy about if she could see him.
It didn’t take him long to reach the room number she had told him, and he quickly opened it with a shrug. At that precise moment he heard someone say something. It sounded like they were filming a commercial, which made him think they must be doing some sort of homework assignment. Except the teacher had told him the room would be empty.
He didn’t move for a second, afraid he was interrupting something, but he probably should at least let the person no what was going on so they didn’t think he was a ghost or something.
“Hello?” he called out tentatively, taking a step into the room.
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Post by Andrea Mason on Jun 2, 2012 20:38:55 GMT -5
She couldn't believe it. She was in the middle of recording and now someone had to come in and ruin her tape. Maybe if she'd been a better actress she would've found a way to keep going, but there was absolutely no way she was going to keep on with that stupid, preppy voice if someone was listening. Why the hell was someone coming in here anyway? There wasn't a class today, so unless it was some dorky film student poking around, they had no reason to be here. And if it was a dorky film person, she'd still be pissed off, cause there were a lot of other places they could go poke around in without disturbing her.
She sneered at the camera one more time and stepped forward to push the off button and spin around to see who had bothered her. It was some guy she didn't know and therefore didn't care about. Dorky film student? Maybe, she didn't really care about anyone other than her exclusive circle of people, and he wasn't in it, so she didn't really care if he was a film student or not, only that he had ruined her practicing time. “What? Satisfied you ruined a perfectly good recording session?” she said in a sarcastic and angry tone of voice, sneering at him but hoping secretly that he hadn't heard anything. She would die of embarrassment.
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Post by Wesley Rogerson on Jun 6, 2012 0:54:33 GMT -5
Wesley looked around, sure that she must be talking to someone else as he was sure he hadn't warranted that rude of a response. But there was no else around. He looked back at her and raised his eyebrows, trying to decide how best to deflate the situation.
"I wouldn't really say satisfied, no." He said as he took a step into the room. "Perhaps, apologetic, confused, or slightly wrong-footed would be a better word," He gave her a sort of half-smile, though there was no real emotion behind it.
Maybe she had right to be pissed off. he'd noticed that almost everyone, especially the film, dance, and theater students; got super hissy when you interrupted them. It seemed kind of obnoxious to him, but whatever. People got uptight when it came to their art. Well, not him much, but other people.
He held up the film canisters. "The teacher told me to take these up to her room, so sorry that the both of us had terrible timing." His tone wasn't rude, but it wasn't really apologetic either as he didn't think he should apologize when he hadn't done anything wrong.
"So what, are you recording a commercial or something?" He said casually over his shoulder as he set the film canisters down on the table.
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Post by Andrea Mason on Jun 6, 2012 11:04:12 GMT -5
She studied him. Being a model she was a pretty good judge of body language and he didn’t seem very perturbed or frazzled. But she liked that he apologized immediately, she thought more people in the world should apologize immediately when they did something obnoxious. She was still in a rotten mood, but she was willing to let him live for a moment more, though experience had told her that giving people a second chance was giving them the opportunity to screw up again. He didn’t seem like the type of person who would particularly interest her, no, he seemed rather dull in fact. Running errands for teachers? The true mark of someone who was good for nothing else.
“Yes, I was,” she said briskly as she pushed the eject button and popped a tape out of the recorder. She should probably get some more high-tech equipment but all she had was a ten-year-old camcorder and some old home videos that she was recording over. God, she hated being poor. Then again…maybe she could find a better camera lying around here. Surely better quality footage would give her a better idea of whether she was improving or not. “So, are you done here? Or do you know where they keep some of the camera equipment?” she asked, assuming he was a film student and not wanting to spend a long time looking through cabinets.
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Post by Wesley Rogerson on Jun 12, 2012 21:06:08 GMT -5
The way she was looking at him made him feel like he was the object of an interrogation, and he didn't like it. Still he tried to shrug it off, if she had a problem with him than that was fine, he wold just leave. It wasn't like he was dying to have a conversation with blond chick anyway.
"Okay," he answered before he started heading for the door. he stopped when she said something else, giving her a look over his shoulder with his eyebrows raised.
"I have absolutely no idea," he answered, "Why? Do you need it? I could help you look for it," he offered with a shrug. He almost anted to take that last part back, and it had kind of just come out of his mouth automatically. Though he figured since he was here he might as well help out, and who knew, maybe if he did she'd soften up a bit and they could actually have a decent conversation. It was worth a try.
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Post by Andrea Mason on Jun 16, 2012 11:53:04 GMT -5
She groaned. This person was one of those weird people who were just always friendly, even though she could tell they didn't actually want to be. They just floated through life making polite chit-chat to people who weren't really their friends but were just people they hung around, and they got jobs in offices and married at the age of 34 and had two and a half kids and a minivan and every other Saturday they got to have sex. What a pointless existence. But someone had to do that boring office work so people like her wouldn't have to, so people like her could do something worthwhile.
There she went, judging people again. She had been told in the few anger management classes she'd gone to that not assuming things about a person was the best way to prevent unnecessary anger. But god dammit sometimes she was just good at pegging people down. If he didn't want her to judge him he shouldn't have interrupted her. That's right, he was the one who had started it so she had to reason to not assume things about him, she thought as she tore through the cabinets around her. “Yeah, sure, whatever,” she said in an annoyed tone, “I need it for work.”
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Post by Wesley Rogerson on Jun 25, 2012 16:58:03 GMT -5
Okay then. Wesley was sometimes they guy who pushed back at the apparently unfriendly people in order to help them open up, but this time...She didn't seam like the type who would appreciate it all that much, he wasn't sure why, it was just this sort of vibe she was giving off.
He shrugged, didn't bother him any, but he still felt obligated to help her. "Right." he answered vaguely. He let the silence fall as he began to look through cupboards and such. Sometimes these silences felt awkward, but with her they felt, necessary. Which was why he was a little hesitant to break it. But he decided he should probably have some idea as to what he was looking for, since there seemed to be a variety of things that could be classified as 'camera equipment'.
"So, what kind of equipment do you need, exactly?" He kept his voice light and casual. He probably shouldn't, no, he shouldn't jump to conclusions about her. There was a chance that she actually was kind of talkative and she just needed a little prompting. Maybe she was super stressed out and talking would help her relieve that stress.
Or it would just make her annoyed with him, possibly even pissed off and make what had become somewhat comfortable to being a bit tense and awkward, which was of course, equally likely.
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Post by Andrea Mason on Jun 25, 2012 20:44:40 GMT -5
Ugh, she sure as hell hoped he wasn't staying here to try and help her realize her “inner friendliness.” She'd never seen her attitude as a problem. So what if most people made her angry? Most people were morons. Plus, it worked for the modeling world. She was fierce. She was edgy. Most people just thought she was the master of the pout when she looked at the camera but it was the fake smile when she was off that wasn't real. Her scowl was natural, and everyone seemed to try and convince her that being bubbly and peppy was a better life choice.
“I just need a camera that looks quality and will actually make me look good,” she said with a hint of frustration. God she hated her flat face. It was wonderful for her still but it added a ten extra pounds to the ten extra pounds people get when they were on camera. If only she had a little more depth and cheekbones that went back more, than she'd have more of a career with film. She tore through cupboards, but without any expertise in film, she really had no idea what she was looking for. She'd never before asked people what kind they used, she only knew still cameras.
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Post by Wesley Rogerson on Jul 16, 2012 15:22:49 GMT -5
Wesley raised his eyebrows. Okay, and that was supposed to help how, exactly. Camera of quality, he'd just look for one with he most buttons and gadgets and call that good. But as to what makes her look good, he couldn't see how he was supposed to tell that from the camera, and could one Camera really do that better than another anyway? Maybe it had something to do with lighting, but he really didn't know how to check that on a Camera anyway, so.
So he was back to just looking and hoping whatever he came up with was good enough. He opened up the last cabinet on his side, stopping as some rather high-techy Camera stood before them.
"Bingo," he said, carefully pulling to of them out, "I don't suppose either of these would work?" He really hoped so because he was about done with this situation. He was okay with silences but with this girl even being in her presence felt forced. A part of him still wanted to try to strike up a conversation with her, and the other wanted to get out of here before he actually did it. He did actually have things he was supposed to accomplish today, surprisingly.
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