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Post by Nako on Sept 12, 2008 19:59:48 GMT -5
A long fingered creature in his late teens leaned back on his haunches, setting up his canvas and organizing his paints. Finding that he had everything how he wanted it, he smiled and hopped down from his chair. The men interested in his proposition should be here soon enough, and he wanted to be prepared if he found his perfect model today. He had sent out flyers a week ago, so someone had to be interested by now, right?
So, why the need for a model? In his anatomy class, they were going over the reproductive system... and his class project of course had to have a most.. artistic spin to it. He'd already found and painted his female model, but now he needed a male model, and he needed one before next week. Mikael had specified a few things in the flyer.. things such as he especially wanted to find biped models, and to come to the Court of Hearts in the West Wing in his studio. Hopefully everyone would be able to find their way.
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Post by Vyn on Sept 12, 2008 21:13:48 GMT -5
(I have way too many threads open already but..really now...how could Toli resist this?) Anatolius had found the flier in rather short order, with special thanks to a teasing friend who recognized the canine's flamboyant willingness to put himself on display for others. It would be a wonder if the canine even put clothes on when he eventually got his human form, which he fully intended to do if for no other reason than to show himself off for Aderlass. Well, that and the hopes that it would make a notable improvement on his fire. That was a perfect bonus to any situation. At the specified time, he made his way to the Court of Hearts and up into the West Wing where the studio was supposed to be located. He didn't know who to expect -- he knew a few Heart Royals after all -- but he was pretty sure it was no one he knew. ...He didn't think any of them were painters. Nevertheless, he knocked cheerfully on the door and settled back to wait; tail swinging happily from side to side all the while. |
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Post by Nako on Sept 18, 2008 1:18:06 GMT -5
The funny thing about anticipating something is that the moment you relax... something happens. Based on this very primal law of nature, Mikael had let himself ease up if only for a moment, and the knock on the door made him jump. A small cup of paint nearly fell, and it was only years worth of living with his odd fingers that allowed him to capture the cup with the very wingertips of his mutated hands...
((HAHA. Wingertips. totally a typo.. but too good to change XD))
Mincing carefully to the door, he made his way to the entrance hastily, fumbling with the doorlatch before finally getting the thing to swing open.
What he saw would be described by him as 'most acceptable'.
Easy now, boy. Don't choose the first one that walks into the door. Mikael gently reminded himself as he wagged his tail cheerfully toward the Morganberry creature. Right off the bat he adored the canine's wings and colors. Whether the wings were a mutation or genetic, he didn't know, but it made for a rather nice appearance.
"Good evening, sir! Come in! I take it you are here to apply for the modeling position?" Mikael was nearly bubbling over with sincerity and manners. He didn't have the diamondlike charisma that he wished he had, but he was certainly putting up a good front. Hopping out of the doorway, he invited the canine in with a long, dramatic sweep of his fingers.
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Post by Vyn on Sept 22, 2008 17:40:57 GMT -5
The brightly colored canine's tail gave a cheerful wag when the door opened and revealed the strangely long-fingered male to him. Better yet, of course, was that seeing him wasn't entirely a surprise.
Hadn't the kids mentioned seeing someone like him at that day care some time back? Well, it was definitely interesting to see the painter up close! Undisturbed by his mutation, Anatolius just smiled.
"A very good evening to you as well and, yes, I am. I'm not too early am I?" Making his way into the room after that dramatic sweep, Anatolius glanced curiously around at the studio he'd entered. Very nice... The boy seemed rather serious about his work and, of course, Anatolius could appreciate that. Even better yet, no one else was there. Perhaps he'd get the position by default?
Either way he'd have fun with it...and seeing the other men that came to apply.
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Post by Kitty on Sept 22, 2008 20:20:23 GMT -5
[[ :: sigh :: He wouldn't let me ignore this anymore =3 ]] He knew very well that returning to the Court of Hearts was a bit risky, especially in the daylight, but his vanity certainly wouldn't let him pass up such an opportunity. He'd been passed the flier by one of his more ... eccentric one nighters and had instantly decided he wanted to have a go. The hard part had been deciding on how to properly infiltrate the Court but ... the flier would help, yes? Hum, well ... there'd be no real way in without being horrible suspicious ... but he'd give it go. Worst case scenario? He'd be found out and just ... make him self as scarce as smoke... no real danger. He had to dress himself from head to toe with a hood, not exactly something that wouldn't snag him quite a bit of suspicion, but somehow he'd managed to make it through with the flier, an explanation he'd worked quite a few days on fabricating and of course a large amount of Diamond charm. He'd managed to get to the proper door ... but with an escort. Jarvis hadn't really bought the rather tall stranger's explanations but he'd been ordered by a higher up to put a muzzle on it and just make sure he got where he needed to go and that's precisely what he was doing. Maybe all these artist types were eccentric and weird, he'd heard of the kid running these 'interviews' and heard of his ... oddities. He bit back a sight as he raised a paw and knocked on the door for the man as well. He could be off as soon as this stranger was in the door ... unless the youth wanted him to linger, just in case.  |
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