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Post by Lynnette Aria on Apr 27, 2020 20:47:46 GMT
Job Undertaken: Runway Modelling
Option chosen: Trainer Wear Modelling [easy]
“Modelling for cash… not exactly what I envisioned when I started my journey, if I’m honest,” Lynn admitted to nobody in particular. Only Wolfram, who was perched in a rather silly manner on top of Lynn’s head, could hear what she’d said.
He certainly wasn’t helping her with her make-up, either.
“Wolfie, I know it looks like one in the mornings, but my hair is not a bird’s nest,” she snarked towards her disobedient companion. “And I just straightened that!”
She glared at him through the mirror and the bird relented, instead flying down to the table to sit next to a stick of mascara. To the casual observer, it would appear that Lynn and Wolfie didn’t see eye-to-eye, but theirs was a type of close bond that could get away with either individual occasionally stepping on the nerves of the other without any lasting worries.
And as soon as Wolfie was off from Lynn’s head, he was instantly and wordlessly forgiven.
With that out of the way, Lynn picked up the hairbrush, corrected her hair, and started to apply the eyeliner. It wasn’t a heavy application, but just enough to complete the look of ‘elegant Pokemon trainer’ that she’d been assigned by the Everyday Stylings Fashion Centre.
In fact, she hadn’t really gone looking for the job. Initially, she was going to try her hand at Pokemon Walking, but like a wild Zubat, a man from the company had leapt out at her and asked her if she’d be interested in trying this job.
And who was she to say no? She kind of liked the idea of being on a runway, out on display and being adored by crowds of people, even if they had no clue who she was.
...though the last part was slightly frustrating, she realised. She was still only here to sell some stupid line of clothing, and the only reason she was picked was because she’d just happened to look like the type of girl who could wear the company’s clothing well.
All luck, no skill. It made her mad, just a bit. It was unfair and random, and not in a good way like a battle. Nobody would know what would happen in a fight, but it was tested on skill and strategy. Lynn hadn’t needed either of those to be roped into a modelling job.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if she’d decided she wanted to go into modelling. And like that, Lynn blamed her antsy feelings on the recruiter. Yes, it was his fault, she decided, and then promptly left it at that.
But going onto the runway will require skill. At least some, she thought. At least she had some stage experience for that. Though she had no clue how many people would be watching. That fact didn't bother her, though. She'd performed in front of crowds before in school. How would this be any different?
Right now, she was wearing a deep blue v-cut shirt with a snow-white collared jacket. On her legs, she wore a pair of very short shorts, which were a sky-blue and a pair white-accented trainers. Not really the type of thing Lynn would ordinarily wear, but oh well. It wasn’t the only costume she was expected to wear.
After one round of showing off, she was expected to come back into the fitting room, quickly change, and walk out for another round.
A man poked his head into the fitting room and motioned for Lynn. It was time.
She nodded, put her glasses back on and spared Wolfram a glance. “Wish me luck, love,” she said to her little Rookidee. He chirped and watched as she left the fitting room to stand in line behind the other models.
All of them wore different clothing, all were attractive in their own ways.
It was a queue to walk out onto the stage. Situated in a colourful yet comforting hallway, with a plush rug that wouldn’t leave aching or sore feet if stood on for slightly too long.
I’m up next, she realised with trepidation as the line slowly shortened and the other models returned from their walk-around. I still can’t believe I’m doing this.
OsiBOAwYp_
671 words
Lynnette has +15 charisma
Option chosen: Trainer Wear Modelling [easy]
“Modelling for cash… not exactly what I envisioned when I started my journey, if I’m honest,” Lynn admitted to nobody in particular. Only Wolfram, who was perched in a rather silly manner on top of Lynn’s head, could hear what she’d said.
He certainly wasn’t helping her with her make-up, either.
“Wolfie, I know it looks like one in the mornings, but my hair is not a bird’s nest,” she snarked towards her disobedient companion. “And I just straightened that!”
She glared at him through the mirror and the bird relented, instead flying down to the table to sit next to a stick of mascara. To the casual observer, it would appear that Lynn and Wolfie didn’t see eye-to-eye, but theirs was a type of close bond that could get away with either individual occasionally stepping on the nerves of the other without any lasting worries.
And as soon as Wolfie was off from Lynn’s head, he was instantly and wordlessly forgiven.
With that out of the way, Lynn picked up the hairbrush, corrected her hair, and started to apply the eyeliner. It wasn’t a heavy application, but just enough to complete the look of ‘elegant Pokemon trainer’ that she’d been assigned by the Everyday Stylings Fashion Centre.
In fact, she hadn’t really gone looking for the job. Initially, she was going to try her hand at Pokemon Walking, but like a wild Zubat, a man from the company had leapt out at her and asked her if she’d be interested in trying this job.
And who was she to say no? She kind of liked the idea of being on a runway, out on display and being adored by crowds of people, even if they had no clue who she was.
...though the last part was slightly frustrating, she realised. She was still only here to sell some stupid line of clothing, and the only reason she was picked was because she’d just happened to look like the type of girl who could wear the company’s clothing well.
All luck, no skill. It made her mad, just a bit. It was unfair and random, and not in a good way like a battle. Nobody would know what would happen in a fight, but it was tested on skill and strategy. Lynn hadn’t needed either of those to be roped into a modelling job.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if she’d decided she wanted to go into modelling. And like that, Lynn blamed her antsy feelings on the recruiter. Yes, it was his fault, she decided, and then promptly left it at that.
But going onto the runway will require skill. At least some, she thought. At least she had some stage experience for that. Though she had no clue how many people would be watching. That fact didn't bother her, though. She'd performed in front of crowds before in school. How would this be any different?
Right now, she was wearing a deep blue v-cut shirt with a snow-white collared jacket. On her legs, she wore a pair of very short shorts, which were a sky-blue and a pair white-accented trainers. Not really the type of thing Lynn would ordinarily wear, but oh well. It wasn’t the only costume she was expected to wear.
After one round of showing off, she was expected to come back into the fitting room, quickly change, and walk out for another round.
A man poked his head into the fitting room and motioned for Lynn. It was time.
She nodded, put her glasses back on and spared Wolfram a glance. “Wish me luck, love,” she said to her little Rookidee. He chirped and watched as she left the fitting room to stand in line behind the other models.
All of them wore different clothing, all were attractive in their own ways.
It was a queue to walk out onto the stage. Situated in a colourful yet comforting hallway, with a plush rug that wouldn’t leave aching or sore feet if stood on for slightly too long.
I’m up next, she realised with trepidation as the line slowly shortened and the other models returned from their walk-around. I still can’t believe I’m doing this.
OsiBOAwYp_
671 words
Lynnette has +15 charisma
