Set in the original region of Arciel, Legends Rising is a route-inspired, but not strictly route-based, Pokemon roleplay. Pick a faction, pick a class, and strike out into the wild to take on the League, master Contest coordination, research the mysteries of Pokemon and Arciel, and much, much more. Will you be a classic trainer? A criminal? A farmer? Choose your destiny on Legends Rising.
Faolan didn't think she'd return to Birch City so soon after having left it, and especially not without getting her first badge. But the trek from town to town while ensuring she had enough supplies to both support and add to her team drained her funds considerably, especially considering she had no financial assistance from her family. She wondered if they were even looking for her, but realized that she didn't much care whether or not they were and left that particular train of thought unfinished.
But she needed some form of income, and it was with this thought in mind that she found herself standing in front of a large building with the words Amethyst Star Boutique glowing on a sign high overhead. In her hand she clutched a torn flyer promising good pay in return for being a runway model for some newly designed formal wear. Considering the only other remaining choice had been for swimwear, she liked to think she chose the lesser of two evils. She'd never much liked dressing the part of the spoiled rich girl for her parents' lavish dinner parties, but she wasn't going to put her body on display for less pay at the local boardwalk. While she was didn't much mind it, why put in the effort and time for something that would pay only a fraction of what she could be making doing something else?
After introducing herself to the boutique owner, a harried looking woman with her hair tied up messily, Faolan was ushered to the back rooms past a long row of seats and behind the stage that was still being set up. After being told she had a limited amount of time before the show started, the woman directed her to a vanity with a large mirror and urged her to 'get ready'. It looked like all the pay was going to the models and not to any makeup artists, so Faolan was left to her own devices. Thankfully she'd come prepared, and as she seated herself at the small table she propped open the seldom-used bag of makeup she carried around to do a few touch-ups to her face and add on something more in line with the formal wear theme.
There weren't very many models there, and she had to wonder just how many people would come to see the show. Would they be expected to change outfits on the fly? She'd never actually been a model before, and her stomach was a mixture of nerves and curiosity. Hopefully everything would turn out okay.
She'd just finished covering up the last of her freckles with concealer before she heard two more pairs of footsteps as the boutique owner returned with another girl and also directed her to get ready for the show. The girl looked about Faolan's age, and very soft, so naturally she was a little curious and couldn't help but to pay attention to her while she was laying out the rest of her things.
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Job: Runway Modeling (formalwear [very hard]) Participants: Faolan Byrne and Primrose Adler Requirements: At least five (5) posts per character Rewards: 50 Pen per difficulty ranking + 10 additional Pen per post past the minimum +10 additional Pen per random event +2 Charisma or +2 Performance One random item + 1 Rare Candy at every interval past the minimum (10, 15, 20, etc)
Last Edit: Jan 28, 2020 14:45:54 GMT by Faolan Byrne
Post by Primrose Adler on Jan 29, 2020 0:16:28 GMT
little turns on the catwalk;
Primrose had never really considered herself a fashionista. She wore nice clothing, sure, cared about how she looked, what she presented herself as (as one does, when they grow up in her environment,) but was she really... avid about it? Did she live, sleep, and eat fashion? No. Which is why she confused herself in signing up for this job, for modeling, of all things.
Mostly, it was her self-esteem that was against it. Was she pretty enough, poised enough? Could she impress? Sat in front of a mirror by the owner of the boutique, staring at herself awkwardly, Prim can't remember the last time she tried to put more than lip gloss on. Holding a tube of lipstick in her hand, she wonders if she ought to just pull out and look for a different job, an easier one; after all, Pokemon Walking seemed pretty easy, and involved a lot less... flaunting herself. But this paid well, and she had experience, in one way or another, with formal clothing and looking fancy and being fancy and she'd spent ten minutes hyping herself up in front of the sign-up sheet that she COULD put on a dress. She could put on a dress and twirl and curtsy and she would do it, especially for that kind of pay.
Never mind that it was pay her mother would scoff at, tell her there was much better to be had, but... for her, for the way she lived now, it was pretty darn good pay. Twisting that lipstick one way, then the other, Prim watches the red peak rise and fall under her fidgeting movements... and then realizes that she's being watched herself. At first, the nervous girl grows, well, nervous, the fine hair upon the back of her neck raising as she turns to see the other girl in the room. A scary looking girl, really - such a serious face. As she stares, Prim blinks once, and then realizes herself, quickly turning her attention elsewhere for fear of seeming weird, or untoward.
Still, she can't help but speak up, since the girl was, apparently, her partner, of sorts, for the afternoon. Or, at least, they were doing the same job, at the same time. What else was there to do, except speak to the person you'd be sharing space with? "Did you sign up for the runway stuff, too? I'm a little nervous, I gotta admit..." She twists and turns the lipstick more, nervously. She looked very pretty, though - especially compared to her.
The boutique owner returns to look Faolan Byrne up and down. "'Oh là là, très magnifique!" she gushes. "Off you go now, dear. I can't wait to see the walk!"
She spares a look at Primrose Adler . "You look good too, dear. You go and follow her! But not too close!"
ooc: Eggs take up a party slot, so Primrose is going to have to drop a 'mon
Her initial curiosity quelled in the face of focusing on getting herself prepped for the show, Faolan set to work adding a few things here and there to emphasize the roundness of her eyes, the color, etc. A bit of liquid liner to bring out the shape, a swipe of color over her lids and a good deal of blending to give her eyes a sort of smoky look. So deep was she in managing her appearance that she didn't notice someone talking to her right away, and when she did she paused and glanced over. A little curious why the soft girl hadn't started fussing with her appearance, Faolan gave her an odd look before answering her.
"Yes -- You saw the ad too, didn't you?" She didn't bother to hide her accent much, and it was probably really easy to tell that she was from Galar. Faolan pushed a curtain of blonde hair over her shoulder and turned fully, sizing up the girl and crossing one leg over the other. "Playing with lipstick won't get it on any faster." Her blue eyes took in the way she was fidgeting and the other telltale signs of nervousness, and she felt a little sympathetic for her. It was clear she didn't have any idea what she was doing. "... Here, let me help you." Without waiting for a response she got up and made her way over to Prim, taking the lipstick from her hand and bringing with her her own bag of supplies.
The girl's skin looked soft and even all over, so there was no need for concealer and really, she felt like foundation was also unnecessary. Rather than go the pure black of liquid liner, Faolan only took a brown liner pen and bid Prim to close her eyes so she could line them, and then blended them out into something more naturally smoky than anything. The red was too bright of a color, so she settled with a darker tone that she applied lightly to the girl's lips with a steady, meticulous hand. Once that was done she gave Prim a mirror and then got up to follow the boutique owner's urgings and head out to the show.
Post by Primrose Adler on Jan 30, 2020 23:22:11 GMT
little turns on the catwalk;
"I know that," Prim complains, sounding whiny for the briefest of moments, "I--" Looking at the tube of lipstick, she's ready to try and put it on herself when the stranger was crossing the distance between them and looking her over besides. It's almost uncomfortable, and it reminds her of some unpleasant interactions with her own mother (that's not awkward at all,) but she remains still even if she's nervous of the way she examined her face. Did she think she was ugly? Primrose didn't think she was, not really, but she would be lying if she said she didn't feel anxious of the fact here.
"Uhm, okay..." The girl trails off, sitting still as the other woman, who was touching her, but hadn't even shared her name, starts to apply make-up to her face. It's something she's almost thankful for, if she wasn't mildly uncomfortable with the close contact - but really, she didn't know much about the application, usually just applying a little eye shadow here and there, or glossing her lips. Thinking about it, her mother had always put it on for her for those important dates, functions. Holding still, not unlike a porcelain doll, Prim waits patiently, politely, for her to finish, before they're being ushered on by the boutique owner. Nervously, she gets up to her feet and starts to trail after the girl, not unlike a lost puppy, though she would be lying if the sight of herself she'd caught in the mirror wasn't pretty cute. She knew what she was doing, huh?
Jogging slightly to catch up to the woman, Prim questions, "Hey, what's your name? Thank you for helping me with the make-up, I've never been super good at it..." Looking around, at the various racks of clothing around her, she wonders what it is she should wear out there... what would look good on her? Her best colors tended to be pastels, so she'd have to... find something fitting. Surely she could.
"I think you're really pretty, you'll probably do great." She murmurs, as she explores the various outfit options. Formal wear was never her favorite, but... surely she could pick some good stuff out.
As Faolan begins her walk the audience seems to simply stare at her, judging every inch of what she's wearing. There are faint snickers in the background and... is the runway slippery?! Perhaps it's harder to walk than intended...
Primrose Adler However, the outfit Primrose picks out, after the follows after Faolan seems to stun the crowd to silence, for a few moments all is still before cameras begin flashing and applause roars out, that dress? What that makeup?! Simply divine!
Keep it up! You have more outfits and more walks to get through!
So focused had she been on choosing the outfit that she missed the other girl's questions at first and had proceeded without further ceremony to the stage, which... didn't really go as well as she'd thought.
When she thought about it, she wasn't really surprised. It had been months since she'd attended her family's parties and consequently, walked in heels, and this was before she'd made the journey to Arciel. Whether or not the runway was slippery or it was her own rusty coordination was hard to tell, but at the end of it she seemed to get more snickers than anything and in no time she was returning to the curtain to change her outfit. She's grateful that her "partner" seems to be doing well, if that applause was anything to go by; hopefully that would help curb some of the other's nervousness.
When the girl inevitably returns she looks up in greeting and sets to work picking her next outfit. "Faolan," She answers simply as she peruses the selections hanging from racks in the room. It doesn't seem like much of an answer, but she doesn't hesitate before giving it and actually meets eyes with the girl backstage. The blonde's selected a dress that seems to have a neckline that's a little plunging, but elegant, and she wastes no time in dressing herself in it casually. She knows she can be serious, and her expression a little intimidating, but she doesn't make it any worse by staring the girl down as she dresses. She looks nervous enough already, and Faolan can feel her features soften in increments. "And yes, I did. It was between this or the swimsuit one, and I'm a little leery about mixing cold weather and bare skin."
She sweeps her hair up to zip up the rest of the dress as best she can before moving back towards the stage. She's not as nervous as she thought she would be - probably a testament to how used to being judged she is - and after rubbing the broken pokeball necklace for luck she heads out.
Post by Primrose Adler on Feb 1, 2020 10:11:58 GMT
little turns on the catwalk;
So it goes that, once Prim dons that cute little dress, a pastel pink and silky thing, the crowd in the room ate the sight up; it would be invigorating and confidence inspiring if she wasn't so shy. With the voice of her mother in her ears, the girl just barely manages not to turn beet red before she escapes the catwalk, though not before noticing the other woman nearly stumble over herself some minutes prior. Regardless of that, she sure thought the woman had much more poise than her... she had the look of someone who knew what she was doing, when she was doing it, and all the time, no less. Prim, meanwhile, was pretty sure she only looked as nice as she did because of that make-up...
When they both run into each other backstage, Prim gets her name. It's enough to ease part of her worry, that perhaps she'd already made a poor impression, and her shoulders loosen slightly - accompanied with a smile, warm enough despite the nerves. "Faolan. That's... a really pretty name," she notes, as she peers at the dress that she'd picked (it was far too dangerous for her to wear, she thought, but it looked lovely on her,) "I'm... Primrose. But you can just say Prim, if you want. Most people do."
Her outfit this time was a sea-foam shade, to match her eyes, frilly and with faint sparkles at the end. The dichotomy between the two girls seemed great. Faolan, confident and sure of herself, and Prim... well, she was Prim. She seems like she was about to say something else, but refrains from it; instead, she just says, "Yeah, I thought swimsuit modeling was a little out of season, though I suppose it's... always summer somewhere."
Faolan's gone not long after, leaving Prim to momentarily fret over impressions again, but she knows she can't just stand and gawk, and so with a deep breath, the girl meanders back out onto stage with a renewed sense of false bravado.
You're both applauded this time! Or at least a little bit. It's not as low as Faolan's last session out but not near as high as Prim's had been. It's just sort of in the middle as people make softer commentaries and critiques here and there.
That's a little better, and though Faolan doesn't much mind any of the whispers or the critiques she does want to do a good job, so she's relieved when that little walk was met with a friendlier reception. In the back she's quick to pull herself out of the gown and huff, her hair falling in waves when she frees it from the updo before moving on to the next outfit. It doesn't seem like there's much rhyme or reason, but there are a few other girls there to look at and see what phase the show's in. Grateful that they seem to be going in some semblance of order, Faolan picks a dress that runs along the same theme of the girls that are going out and slips into it as delicately as she can before Primrose makes her way back behind the stage.
Even though it's walking, the constant changing of clothing is getting to be a bit of a workout - moreso when she knows she's on a time limit and barely has the time to primp by the time Primrose manages to make it back. She just touches herself up a little, checks her appearance in the mirror and then puts her hair up again with a sigh, her gaze meeting the other girl's tiredly. She doesn't say much else before she's off again, striding through the curtains to start the walk once again.
That they manage to get through this lap around the walk with little issue is of great relief to the tiny woman, who takes a moment to briefly admire the men and women who do this modeling thing for a living. Standing in a small, secluded place to change her clothes (as even the prying eyes of other professionals make her nervous,) she changes out of her pastels for a dress of maroon, a different change of pace - it matches the makeup Faolan had administered well. Fiddling briefly with detailed flowers sewn into the fabric, Prim just barely catches the other woman's eyes before continuing on her way; it disappoints her, just barely, to have so little to say here, but... well, they were busy.
It made sense, though, maybe, she kind of was excited to make a friend?
Eventually, she gives up on her moment of sadness and moves along, hurrying herself out onto the catwalk so as not to hold up the line. Hopefully, this change from the pastels sat well with the people watching; after all, Faolan had looked lovely in that black dress from before...
Faolan returns to the backstage once she's made her walk, and she feels a breath of relief flow out of her. There's more outfits to be modeled, but the reaction they'd just received was so good it's a little reassuring to know that she's - they're - doing a good job. Probably meant the pay would be decent too once this was all over, which was always a good thing, moreso since she didn't have her parents to rely on here.
The number of models seems to have dwindled down and with it, the show, meaning that it was more or less coming to an end? She wasn't entirely sure, and she made sure to keep an eye and ear out for the woman in charge in case they had more directions.
It's as she's examining another dress that she notices Primrose come in, and she gives the other girl what she hopes is a reassuring look. "You're doing fantastic out there," She compliments. "I think they really loved you. Perhaps you should look into doing this more often?"
[break] these girls are so fuckin cute i cant do THIS
Oh, flowers? Just as she ends a twirl (a nerve-wracking thing,) on the end of the walk, the first of the few are tossed at her feet, and it takes every ounce of the girl not to bend over and pick them up there. Of course, shyness, and proper etiquette dictate she must not, and so, with a heavy heart, she escapes into backstage to fiddle yet more with those little flowers on her dress, paused quietly in mid-step before Faolan's voice distracts her, compliments her, even. She knew she was being supportive, but... well, it felt earnest. Like, truly earnest. Enough that she perks up slightly, dancing around that anxiety that welled in her, to give the other woman a smile. [break][break] "You think? I don't think I will," she murmurs, fidgeting with the ends of her dress, "But I'm glad I'm doing good. I'm not really... I don't think it's my kind of work, but at least someone thinks I'm doing okay." Nervously laughing, she then admits, as she quickly turns attention to the dress rack near her, "My mother would probably find someone way to nitpick it, to tell me I could do better." [break][break] Sighing out, Prim shakes her head and says, "You've done good, too. You're so pretty, and poised! I think you've picked some really good dresses out for your figure, too... formal-wear can be really hard to do right, I think, but you really know what you're doing. Or you just have a really good eye for your style." [break][break] Her smile stretches wider, before she looks away, looking at the fabric of a different dress. "Thanks for, uhm... keeping me at ease, Faolan. I really needed it, I think." Pulling the dress off the rack, a pretty, powdery blue thing, she isn't sure if it's time to go back out again, but... well, she's still a bit out of sorts. But, at least, in a good mood. [break][break] YNgK|Hgmp_ +5 CHR
The crowd goes wild! They seem even more hyped up at the string of successes, and all seems to be very very very well indeed. Some stranger in the back even shouts "I love you!" at Prim specifically. Uh, well, ok then.
The mention of nitpicking mothers has Faolan cracking a rueful smile. She could definitely relate, and it was a little comforting to know that Primrose also had the threat of that looming over her. Comforting in a weird way, when she thought about it, because having been there to experience it firsthand she really didn't want to wish that on most other people, least of all her newly-made acquaintance.
"I suppose I've just had a lot of experience in the past. But look at you! You're doing fantastic," She reasserts again, more firmly than before. It was the sort of tone that left little if any room for question, and should Prim look at her she would be met with one of Faolan's rare smiles. It was at that instant that she heard another echoing shout of "I LOVE YOU" from the crowd and she hums, the smile on her face turning teasing. "A lot of people out there seem to certainly think so. Especially that one, whose number you might have to get at the end of the night."
It seems like the show is continuing as a few models other models make it back from doing their turns on the catwalk and immediately start changing clothes. Faolan slips into the new dress she's got, a little metallic slip of a thing that she's amazed she can fit into - maybe all those walks were doing something for her - and looks to Primrose reassuringly. "That's a good color! You should wear that, next."
And then she's off, striding out onto the stage with maybe a bit more confidence than when she'd first started out.
It partially bothers her, just how Faolan turns every compliment right back around to Prim. Like, maybe she should take a compliment for herself? But, she's far too shy to bring it up, instead holding that powdery blue dress closer to herself as Faolan continues to that kindness, encouraging her in a way she didn't think she ever had been, and a certain shade of roses starts to bloom across her cheeks between it and the implication that someone might ask her for her number. But especially at the smile - it eases her slightly, her shoulders relaxing, and she offers a smile in return.
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When Faolan leaves to put her dress on, Prim is briefly distracted by her own thoughts, and then by the daring shine of metallic coloring on Faolan's skin as it comes into vision, and for a moment, she laments herself - what a pretty woman she was, really. What could she compare, even slightly? At the recommendation she should certainly wear that powdery blue dress, Prim simply nods in response, thumbing some of the fabric quietly. "Yeah... Yeah, I'll wear it." She murmurs, with a small smile.
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And... she moves out onto the stage, perhaps determined to live up to Faolan's appreciation of her.
Another round of applause! Perhaps not as fierce as the last but still there! A couple of roses are thrown onto the cat walk as Faolan steps out and remain there by the time Prim does. What a wonderful time!
Faolan returns first and moves to change out of the dress she's wearing, noticing that much of the audience has started to trickle out. There were no models now and it looked like the show had come to a close, which was great since she was starting to get a little tired from having to change clothes so rapidly. There's a scant few dresses on the rack, but from how the cheers outside have diminished noticeably she doesn't bother rifling through any of them and instead moves to change into her normal clothes.
By the time Primrose re-enters the stage Faolan has dressed for the non-glamourous, semi-adventurous life of a pokemon trainer. She's just doing up the laces on her shoes and glances up at the girl's entrance, humming appreciatively when she sees that Primrose had chosen to go along with her suggestin. The color was really cute on her, she could see that much. It felt a lot like she'd reverted back to her childhood, back to a time when she enjoyed playing dress-up and make believe stories with dolls.
"You did wonderfully today," She compliments, half sincere and half to bolster the girl's confidence levels more. It surprises her how nice she's being in Arciel. Perhaps getting out of Galar and away from her family had been a healthy choice in the long run - despite the fact that she was poor. She didn't mind the work, though, especially if she could meet someone like Primrose on excursions like these.
"I think we're pretty much wrapped up here..." She trails off, looking around as though she expected the boutique owner to burst in with fistfuls of pen. "So I was just going to head out. You could probably do the same, I think a lot of the crowd has gone. Not bad for just dressing up and walking back and forth, I think."
asking for points in charisma!!
Last Edit: Feb 14, 2020 22:51:03 GMT by Faolan Byrne
[break] prim was like "i wanna ask if we can be friends" but thats weird
mod note: plus to charisma!!
With the last walk finished, and with a decent amount of fanfare and compliment, Primrose comes to stand amidst the back around the other models as they returned to their day to day - and to Faolan, who yet again encourages her where she hadn't expected to have been encouraged at all that day. Fiddling with a sash around the waist of the dress, the girl smiles appreciatively, "Thanks. I think I really needed it - you, uhm, complimenting me, anyway. If I didn't, I'd probably have chickened out after the first turn..."
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Looking around again, as Faolan notes that they were finished, and that she was heading out, Prim feels almost sad. While she was plenty glad to not have to step out onto a stage again, she had to admit, she'd grown to like the other woman; she'd like to think she had made a friend. [break][break] "Yeah, it could've been a super, like... intense job, or something - but this wasn't as bad as I was thinking. You kinda helped." Trailing off, she supposes she ought to get undressed, or, re-dressed, as it were, and she takes a single step away from Faolan, though she remains turned toward her, as if preparing to say something else.
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In the end, she does chicken out from whatever it is, just smiling at the woman and going to change into her usual attire, and then waiting for the boutique owner.