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 Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:21 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:27 am
 In the middle of Paris there is a group of photographers, models, make-up artist, and designers all in a photoshoot that is well known for Paris as it is a fashion center along with London, Beijing, Tokyo, and New York. The models all gather around waiting for their turn for dressing, make up or their picture. taken. Among those is a famous purple hair model who because of his workability was the first to go up and take a picture.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:40 am
The cameraman held the device steadily along with the many other flashing lights, trying to get the right shot while the purple haired model posed. There was no doubt he was going to make it onto yet another cover or at the very least, a prominent ad, but this budding photographer could only hope it would be his photo and get some work. He was lucky to even be here, and he had to make it work. Finally pressing down on the button, a bright flash emitted from the camera, creating what he hoped to be one of the defining pictures of his career.
Haikimaru's assistant waited patiently at the sidelines, waiting for her work to begin as soon as the model was finished. What most people at the shoot didn't know was that she was a secret reporter, hoping to get insider's information. It took a few years to get into this position, especially at the side of the famous model, and she wasn't going to blow it. She would have to be careful with what she said, and with what she asked. The risk was big, but so would the turn out if she was successful. And perhaps she could even seduce the purple haired model, she could barely resist him herself. A slight smirk developed on her lips as she imagined a future where she were married to Mr. Taninaka, but at the very least, she would know all his secrets. Especially if she did her job right.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:47 am
Haikimaru finally left the scene in this outfit to go to the make-shift dressing room as the next model went on. The group of young models were familiar with each other as they had done many shoots together and Haiki nodded at one of them as he walked by. The model walked up to his assistant. "What is my next outfit?" The man asked knowing that she should have it ready.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:53 am
Olivia nodded at the sound of his approaching footsteps, holding the carefully pressed outfit out in front of her delicately. It had a bit of a musketeer vibe to it with some of the ruffles and the color theme. At that moment, she kept her mouth shut, as it seemed her model was in a bit of a strange mood today, she could ask him about it later in the dressing room. If she were lucky, he would answer. Just the other day she had dyed her hair black, having caught wind that one of his previous lovers had very dark hair. She hoped it might open him up to her more or maybe he just liked darker haired people. Olivia's natural hair color was more of a dirty blond, just past the shoulders. "You are doing wonderfully today, as usual." She chirped happily, helping him get ready while she buttered him up.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:12 am
Haikimaru slipped into the dressing room and started to change. He had noticed the girls change her hair color and while he was inside and working on changing he made small talk. "You changed your hair. You look good in black as much as you do in blond." The fox commented probably revealing that he liked both hair colors. They were from his two favorite people in the world. The man moved his back out of the dressing room. "Will you zip me up?" He asked. Some costumes had more fancier design compared to others.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:22 am
Her face glowed at his compliment as she followed the man, but she took it with a slight nod. So perhaps the rumors were true with the darker hair color...She would have to jot that down. Complying with his question, Olivia took the small metal zipper, making sure not to snag any of the fabric as the closed the garment. "Yes, but many do envy your natural hair, Mr. Taninaka. I don't think I could even match it's color with any dye in the world. We all know many girls, and probably some men too, swoon over your lovely locks." The assistant said as she followed closely behind, holding a cup of water for him, should he become thirsty. She would continue to shower him with compliments, to make him comfortable. All she could hope for was that another assistant, or a reporter would show up. And speaking of reporters, one wanted to interview him. "Ah..I must apologize, but it slipped my mind. A local reporter has contacted me, asking if you would like to do a short interview with him. He sounded young, slightly annoying." The woman hoped the model wouldn't accept the interview with all her heart, as that would mean less time for her with him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:33 am
Haikimaru finished with the rest of the outfit and stepped out. He then walked over to the make-up and hair artist. "Thank you. But that isn't the only reason I've gotten dates." The other reason would because he was really strong and could use a sword well. "So tell me about this reporter. What magazine or paper is he from." Haiki knew it was for the best if it was from a big time magazine.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:41 am
Her steps careful, she kept her distance as the make-up artist did her work quickly, buzzing around the purple haired man as they spoke. "Like I said, he is local, but in Paris, that could mean almost anything. I believe it is a new fashion magazine that will debut next week, and rumors are that it is going to be successful, as some of the big designers have already invested in it." Biting her lip, Olivia new she just made the interview sound all the more enticing and quickly spoke again to cover her tracks. "But I've also heard this hotshot creator of the magazine can be a bit arrogant. I don't want your reputation to get hurt if he decides to misconstrue your words. It is your decision." The assistant finished, thinking she had done a decent job. At the very least, she sounded neutral enough, and if he did take the interview, maybe he would take her along. Then she would gleam a little more information...maybe.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 10:54 am
Haikimaru knew that he was in a rock and a hard place. If he said no then he could miss a chance and if he said yes he may damage him. "Please arrange a for two recorders to be present. One for us and one for them." The man answered. That way they know that we mean business. He would trust his assistant to prepare what they needed to save skin.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 11:03 am
"Yessir. I will be one of the recorders, if you wouldn't mind." Olivia said with a determined nod. Perhaps this interview would indeed work out for her in the end. Taking her sleek phone out of her pocket, she pressed a few buttons, obviously setting the appointment in stone for that afternoon. She was aware the super model was available for about an hour, maybe two today. "It's all planned, I will be leaving right now for a little bit to get the proper equipment. I will see you shortly." The assistant said with a curt nod before briskly walking off, adjusting her shirt. Perhaps she could arrange it at an upscale restaurant, which would allow her to wear something very formal that showed off her taste, and curves.
----skip to later (?)
The photoshoot having finally wound down, obviously successful, the assistant returned to get Haikimaru ready for the interview with the hotshot. Dressed in a slim black dress, it almost looked like Olivia was going out on a date, but with the recorder in one hand, it ruined the image. She still hoped it would impress the man nonetheless. "The best restaurant in town for you, of course. He will meet us there."
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 11:20 am
 Was washing off the last of the make up and only half dressed without a shirt on. "Give me a second to finish changing." The man commented as he removed a fake eyelash and tossed it into the garbage. "He had come in a good outfit to wear to a nice restaurant. "Did you get what I requested?" He asked making sure. he didn't want to go if she wasn't ready. He then grabbed his shirt and pulled it over, buttoning it too. He finished with the last bit of his outfit and looked at her to show that he was ready.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 2:58 pm
Olivia had seen him change before, so this was no new occurrence and wasn't the least bit phased by it. Waving the small recorder in her hand, she gave a slight smile, showing off her white teeth. She knew she was pretty in her own right, as Haikimaru refused to be seen with any ugly assistants. Olivia, however, was unsure whether she was appalled by this shallowness or proud that she made the qualification. "It will be you, me, the arrogant owner of the magazine, and another recorder on our side. The two men will meet us there." She couldn't make any mistakes if she were to make Haikimaru trust her, and a task as simple as this, it would be simply stupid to have a hiccup. Seeing how he was now ready, she turned and walked down the long hall way to the back exit of the building in which a car awaited them. She didn't want a limo, as that would attract a little too much attention, but this car was nice enough for the model to appreciate hopefully. Stepping aside to let the purple haired man step in first, she tested the recorder to make sure the batteries were fresh.
-EDIT-
With a sigh, Maiara sat opposite the couple who insisted she try this restaurant. While the extremely cushioned bench sank a bit, with a sigh that resembled her own, the spirit warrior adjusted the dress the madam insisted she wore. Only the very top of her head protruded over the top of the bench, her white hair only giving a glimmer to her presence in the restaurant. Having been dragged shopping with the very kind, very generous, and ever so slightly annoying French woman, Maiara was a bit worn out, and eating this gourmet food would just be the icing on the cake. She still couldn't quite enjoy the delicately prepared food; nothing would beat the simple taste of freshly caught meat. She gave her hosts a slight smile, again smoothing out the dark wine shimmery fabric. Enua would be sure to enjoy this one; it's rich fabric and its well constructed design would fascinate the younger student. Even if it did look good on her, this one Maiara wouldn't keep. "So what is it you recommend here?" She asked the couple in decent French, her accent only getting in the way in the execution of speaking. It was a good thing the man and the woman were absolutely in love with her thick accent and foreign ways. It was mere luck she ran into the two after leaving the airport at a nearby train station, and at this rate, this rich couple would probably spread the word of their new white-haired friend from the arctic lands.
((Do you want to play the other recorder maybe?))
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 3:11 pm
Haikimaru pulled out a second electronic recorder that he kept with him as he followed the assistant down the hall and into the car and got in. He held the door for the girl, who's name he never bothered with, to get in first. "Great. At least we can get them before someone else does. Being on the name of a premier magazine first will put me in a good position." He commented to her before getting into the car.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 3:25 pm
Slightly flattered, the woman got into the car, prepared to give the driver the address. It wouldn't take long, no more than ten minutes at the most, as their company was in a very high end part of the city, so hopefully traffic wouldn't be too bad. Olivia nodded to Haikimaru's comment and adjusted herself to the most comfortable position for the car ride.
-Arrival-
Opening the glass doors, the two were greeted by a tall French woman who quickly ushered them to a slightly private seating in the restaurant. Olivia had called ahead to warn the restaurant of its celebrity guest and their matter of business, so she was grateful there would be less attention, but it wouldn't stop anyone from staring as they walked to their seats, causing a slight murmur. Clicking her recorder on, she began business as she smiled at the brown haired young man already sitting there, waiting for them.
In the middle of ordering her food, a slight hush came over the restaurant, causing her to slow down, unsure what the situation was. But as soon as the quiet pause came, the restaurant was filled was suspicious rumors, as if something big just happened. A curious look on her face, Maiara attributed the strangeness of the occurrence to French people and gave the rest of her order. Whether it be to her benefit or detriment, the spirit warrior would not be able to smell Haikimaru because of all the strong perfume of the couple and of those around her. The stench was quite annoying, making her yearn for the fresh outdoors, but she supposed it was preferred over smelly, sweating all cooped indoors. About to forget the instance even occurred, the husband leaned forward, "Our son has a very important interview today, he is starting his own fashion magazine, and today will create one of his most important articles. But he is conducting the interview here, today with a big celebrity." He said, sitting back with a smug expression on his face, obviously proud of his son making his own name.
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