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Post by Echo on Mar 14, 2010 15:24:49 GMT -5
Echo
She had flown thousands of miles for this one place... The modeling agency that she knew was so much more then that. She could pass as a model, if no one payed attention to her scars, or just gave her long sleeve stuff to wear, like just tight design shirts and blue jeans. She could truly show that stuff off and she knew she could. She looked from where she perched on a building. No one paid attention to birds... Much... She was a golden eagle and still, not one seemed to really care much. Rather funny if you ask her. She just blew the idea from her mind and she flew up into the air and down a dark alley. She did not need people seeing her transformation outside the building, only in private.
She pulled on the tight black shirt, the long sleeves held thumb holes for her to slip her thumb into and she rubbed the wrinkles from her tight blue jeans, showing off her butt. She pulled on the black heels, allowing her red painted toes to show. She looked nice, the blue jeans were very dark and she pulled out her make-up to check it. Everything looked perfect, absolutely perfect. She could go in now and possible, get the job she needed here.
She sighed and walked around the building and inside the lobby. It was very nice, held the warm, homey feeling in a way. As could definitely see a English taste when it came to decorating. As she walked in, she saw someone behind the desk and shoulder her pack a little more. "Hello, I'm lookin' for someone to help me out, I'm Echo Brechin, I'm hopin' for a job 'ere." She held that scottish accent, that was for sure and her last name radiated the scottish bloodline that ran through her.
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Post by Camaxtli on Mar 14, 2010 15:46:29 GMT -5
The receptionist, who looked like she should be a model herself looked up and smiled. Her smile was obviously fake. She picked up a phone and dialled a number from the list she had next to her. It was Karrl Garm’s number. Normally she would not bother Mister Garm with a possible model, but Karrl had told her, if she looked like she could get a job not the bother the others with it and speak to him. She waited for a second before speaking,
“Yes, Mister Garm, you have a possible here. Yes, she has indeed. Very well Mister Garm I will tell her.”
She put the phone down and looked at her nails for a few seconds pulling out a file to work on them. After a minute or so she put the file down and looked up at the Scott. Her fake smile back on her face as she spoke again,
“Mister Garm will be with you shortly. Please take a seat in the waiting area and he will be with you shortly.”
Karrl Garm was standing by his desk buttoning his jeans. As model was bent over his desk, he black thong around her ankles. He looked over at the model and smiled. The model looked back at him and smiled back; her face flushed and was breathing heavily. Once he had finished sorting himself out he spoke to the model,
“T’ank y’a, I will get back t’a y’a as soon as we ‘ave any work. Also t’ank y’a f’a picking Garm & Saint Modelling Agency.”
All of a sudden the phone rang. He sighed and picked up the phone. He listened to what the receptionist had to say. He looked at the model and smiled, she had already finished putting her clothes back on and applying her makeup. He spoke to the receptionist,
“Has she got, it? Really, well, tell 'er I will be wi'd 'er shortly.”
He tied his hair back and put his sunglasses on and walked out of the room. He walked down the corridor and entered the lift. It did not take him long to reach the lobby. He looked over at the receptionist and she signalled for towards Echo. He nodded and smiled. He walked over to Nayeli and pulled down his sunglasses scanning her over. He had seen better, but there was talent,
“Welcome t’a Garm & Saint Modelling Agency, ‘ow may I ‘elp y’a?”
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Post by Echo on Mar 14, 2010 15:58:34 GMT -5
One thing Nayeli hated was the fake smiles that came from the modeling business, at least she knew how to make a real smile and look a little more happy. She wished she could of punched it right off her face, but she was being lady like, for the most part. It did not take long for her to call a number and it was the main man she had been hoping for. “Yes, Mister Garm, you have a possible here. Yes, she has indeed. Very well Mister Garm I will tell her.” Nayeli looked at her for a moment, waiting.
She pulled out a nail filler? Gah, this woman had no respect for anyone did she. Nayeli tried to ignore the thoughts that came to her mind. She kept a pleasant smile on her own face and took in a breath. Her hands were out of sight, clenched, her own nails digging into her skin. “Mister Garm will be with you shortly. Please take a seat in the waiting area and he will be with you shortly.” She nodded a thanks and adjusted her bag and walked to a chair, sitting down and crossing her legs.
As she set there, she heard something coming from the desk and she looked up to see a man coming. She had to say, very handsome, but she kept her face completely blank and put on a smile as he came over. He did a check over of her and she felt like she was being sized up, but of course, she was being sized up. “Welcome t’a Garm & Saint Modelling Agency, ‘ow may I ‘elp y’a?” Nayeli smiled and stood, knowing it was much better to stand then sit while people were talking to her.
"I'm Echo Brechin, I'm just hopin' for a job, if ya have any open, Mr. Garm?" She was not begging, she was asking and there was a difference from the two. She could go somewhere else if she needed to go somewhere else. "I can do everything from designer shirts to blue jeans, as long as my back and arms ain't shown, I will go ahead and put that out there." She was not scared to tell him that she had scars all over her back and from her elbow up her arms.
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Post by Camaxtli on Mar 14, 2010 16:37:41 GMT -5
Karrl listened to her, so she was a fellow native from Great Britain. He had not met many models from Scotland. This could prove interesting, maybe he could get onto their design department and get some Scottish themed items in the works. The possibilities that could come from this were running through his head. He was not the most academically smart person you would ever meet, but when it came to planning he was good, very good.
When she mentioned that she could do certain things he wondered why, but if she was good enough with what she could do he would not press much. He looked her over again. He could see her in a prom dress style of clothing, but with unattached sleeves, same colour same, style, with it just stopping by her shoulders so there was minimal exposure of the upper half. Yes that could work very nicely, he smiled at his own genius. He cleared his throat,
“’Ave y’a got a portfolio Miss Brechin.”
Even though he had almost made up his mind there was a few things he needed to know before he could say yes, or no. Like any model wanting to get into the business would need a good portfolio. He would need to get a history check on her, even though he did not mind he knew for the sake of the company he could not accept anyone with prior. Plus, for the sake of the company’s reputation, he did not accept people who have done glamour modelling or anything that could be seen a seedy.
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Post by Echo on Mar 14, 2010 19:15:07 GMT -5
She was more then happy to help out a fellow person from her part of the world and she would rather work for someone from that area then anything else. She had her own thoughts running through her mind about her own style, her own design. She was pretty good at designing things, she knew she could do it quickly and easily and most her styles were all her own. She was more then happy to do just about anything, as long as it was nothing too personal.
She had her own ideas, but she needed someone's help to get started. She looked at him, he was a very handsome man, she could see him being some kind of model, but he would soon be her boss, if things went how things might go. She looked at him for a moment, he was looking over her again, possible picturing her in something, a dress or something.
“’Ave y’a got a portfolio Miss Brechin.” She pulled her bag around, opening the biggest spot that held her computer in it and pulled out a folder. It was just a plan folder, very professional. She had done her research on everything. She hoped he did not mind the plain look of the folder, the inside would at least possible make him happy.
"Here you go," She said, giving him the folder and waited for him to open it up.
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Post by Camaxtli on Mar 15, 2010 10:47:05 GMT -5
Karrl took the folder his face devoid of that smile. He was now in his business mode. He would be cold as The Mid Winter in Moscow, no matter who it was, he would treat them the same, even his own mother, god rest her soul, would be treated with a cold calculating proficiency.
He opened it and looked at the first one, his eyes took it in for a second or two; he then shook his head and moved onto the second one. Each one was treated like that, well the third one peek his attention a little, since it was not half bad. He then saw the last one, and he could not help but smile. He kept it open and handed it back to her,
“If I do give y’a a job, how fast could y’a make a line around the seventh design, ‘n’ if y’a can improve it, d’a third one?”
He had to admit, most of them were not good enough to make it into their line, but if she could make more as good as the seventh one she could do very well in this line of work. He would give her an apprenticeship here, she will help some of the higher designers out, but still be given time to work on her own line, that is if she passed her background check. He looked at her,
“Now all I need is y’a details ‘n’ y’a Green Card.”
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Post by Echo on Mar 15, 2010 11:20:05 GMT -5
She watched him as he looked over her pictures, Nayeli needed to job, but she knew that she might have to leave and find something else. She still had to speak with him in private, to ask him about something else... She had heard about his own private thing from someone she met on her travels. The Shades... That is why she was here, to be a part of the shades.
He had gone completely cold, a smile here and a smile there, but nothing more, which she expected. She had gotten the same thing from most the others she had gone to before she came here. That is why she was able to improve it. She had gotten some help along the way, but this was the place she had planned on coming and most those guys that looked her over were just a few people who were not even the main people, they were the receptionist.
He smiled at the last one and then he handed it back to her, opened and she took it. She looked at the seventh one, something she thought was just a very bad one, but she had put it in there because she knew someone else might think differently. “If I do give y’a a job, how fast could y’a make a line around the seventh design, ‘n’ if y’a can improve it, d’a third one?” She smiled and shrugged.
"I can try me best, but even I know it might take some time," She said, looking over the picture of the seventh one. She had just been having some crazy fun. She looked back to thee third one and tried to picture something to make it better. That had been in Scotland, she remembered right before she left, she had been in her bed time clothing and had been playing around again. "The third one was back in Scotland, just before I went to bed, that is just my bedtime stuff." She said, as she tried to picture everything she would need to work on.
She was still trying to picture it. She would need some help, that was for sure. She would need the right stuff to copy all that stuff. “Now all I need is y’a details ‘n’ y’a Green Card.” She looked back up at him for that. She had never gone through customs, never even gone through the airlines or anything. She had flown by herself, had traveled through the forest and here she was. He would never believe her. She could smell that he was a mutant, she knew that much.
"Well, it looks like I might not be able to work 'ere," She was not scared to admit that she did not have one. "I did not use the normal airlines, or for that matter, cars." She closed the folder and shouldered her backpack for a moment.
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Post by Camaxtli on Mar 15, 2010 12:01:29 GMT -5
When she said she could not work here, he instantly knew she did not come here by normal means. Did she come here through an illegal boat, no, that could not be it. Maybe, maybe she flew here under her power. Was she a mutant? His eyes show suspicion instantly at that moment when he thought that. He cleared his throat,
“May I ‘ave a word wi’d y’a privately, Miss Brechin, d’ere is summin I want t’a discuss wi’d y’a d’at some should not hear.”
With that he turned around and walked back from where he came from. He was running every possibility in his head. Was she from The Sisterhood, he knew there were a few women there that would pay good money to see his head on a pike. Then something else came into his head, what if… no it couldn’t be, last he heard they had been disbanded, but if he knew Colcord as well as he thought he did that would not stop him.
He reached an office, which said out of order. He tapped into the code at such a speed he doubted the young Scott could memorise it. He then leant for and a beam scanned his left eye. It took a few seconds but the red light went to green. He opened it and walked in, he left it the door open when he walked in so she could follow him.
The office looked like nothing special, but if you knew where to look the entrance to Shade’s headquarters was here, heavily hidden, and heavily protected. He was not going to take here any further then this, but this room was professional sound proofed, plus there were a number of psychic barriers up as well for extra protection. A person would find entering fort knocks easier then trying to get into Shade’s base of operations without a member of Shade helping them. He did not look at her as he spoke,
“Please close d’a door w’en y’a enter.”
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Post by Echo on Mar 15, 2010 13:57:02 GMT -5
She saw the instant suspicion and she even went into a defense mode, in a way. She still looked relax, but she knew better then to be completely relaxed, in her mind, she was looking at everything, even the woman behind the desk. She did not want to get into any fight, she would if she had to, but she would not if she could avoid it. She knew all it took was a quick transformation and she could get out of here, she wished for a mouse sometimes, but she had yet to be able to do that one, though, she was practicing.
He then cleared his voice and she looked at him, waiting for what he had to say. “May I ‘ave a word wi’d y’a privately, Miss Brechin, d’ere is summin I want t’a discuss wi’d y’a d’at some should not hear.” She stiffened slightly, knowing she was about to go into a private room with a man who she did not know. She let out a breath and she followed, not even looking at the woman as she walked by. She did not want a fight, she did not want to die either, if she could avoid it. She just wanted a job and a place to be called home in a way.
She tried to keep the fact that the man she was following was a very handsome man, she did not need to be thinking that. He was a very good looking and she could tell, nice man. She knew how to find the good guys, even though she knew he was also a bad boy. She was by far, a animal in a way, she had ever animal sense that could be thought about and she knew things that other did not when she met them. She could pick a mutant out of a whole crowd and she knew that she could, she had done it before. Mutants had a scent about them and most did not even know it.
She stopped when they got to the door, seeing how he opened the door with a code and a eye scan. She had seen lots of things like that before, but not that close. As she entered, she noticed that the office looked like every office she had been in. She knew better then to under estimate anything, even a office, or for that matter, the man in the office. She placed her back on the ground, which was weather heavy. The bag pulled at her shirt and she had to fix it to hid the scar on her back. She was quick about it, she did not like others asking her about it. “Please close d’a door w’en y’a enter.”
She did as she was told and shut the door. She turned back towards him, allowing her eyes to scan him over. She could not help but see his sexy body in front of her, but she did not allow anything to show on her face. She was blank, she waited to hear what he had to say. "What do you want to know?" Nayeli asked, waiting to hear what he had to say.
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Post by Camaxtli on Mar 15, 2010 14:14:05 GMT -5
Karrl was not going to attack her until he knew what she was here for. She said she wanted a job, but he had a feeling there was more to it then that. He was a cautious man, mainly because of his history and all the things that had happened to him. One of them was shown on his body.
He removed his trench-coat to reveal a sleeveless, skin tight, tank top, but more so a number of scares up and down his arms. These scares were surgical marks, either by a blade or a needle. He also had a few bullet scares on his body, the oldest being on his chest when three bullets just missed his heart when he escaped from the MRD. The marks on his arms and most of his body were from the experimentation he was subjected to when he was a captive of Weapon Plus.
He did not hide the scares, he wore them like a badge of honour and a reminder to him and his foes that he had been through the pits of hell and survived. These scares also reminded him, whenever he got the chance to fight one of the Weapon Plus members, a team he was forced to be in, he would take the chance and make them pay for what they did to him. They took his life, his mind, and his soul.
Plus there was also the scare on his face from when he fought the X-Men, something he needed to dish a little payback for. He turned around placing his trench coat on the table, as he faced her, his face was expressionless and his voice, blunt, as he spoke,
“Who sent you?”
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Post by Echo on Mar 15, 2010 14:25:54 GMT -5
She remained next to the door, she was not stupid, she was not going to be trapped with a man she did not know... Her father had caused that reasoning with her. She did not trust many men, barely the people in her own town of Brechin. She just wanted a job, a place to be called a friend and place to call her own.
As she stood there, he removed his coat and she jumped at the scars. His arms looked like her back and her own arms, but neater then the whip marks that laced her back. She hated the marks, she hated the memories, she did not want to see them, but he was not going to replace his coat any time soon. She swallowed, she could only hope that he did not do anything like that to her, to add to her own scaring. She swallowed a lump in her throat and she put her whole back against the door and looked at him.
She remembered also seeing a scar on his face... She tried to get the full image and she hated to think about what had happened to him. She gripped the door, but her fingers just ran over the door, she did not grab for the knob. Her face was blank, her breathing was settle, and she was just looking at his back. “Who sent you?” She was confused and she looked at him confused.
"Sent me? No one sent me, I flew over from Scotland the whole continent to get here... Someone told me about this place on my journeys, saying that I would make a good model and then said something about the Shades... A secret organization... No one sent me, I am here on my own..." She told the truth, her eyes stayed on his scars, on the arms, the very strong arms she had to say for herself. His arms were very nice looking and she could not help but look them up and down. His whole body was littered with muscles.
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Post by Camaxtli on Mar 15, 2010 14:43:09 GMT -5
When she said no one had sent her and she had flown across the Atlantic to be here a silvery eyebrow shot up. If she meant she flew here as in under her own power she was stable in her powers, more so then most. Plus her stamina was impressive. This alone caught his interest, but when she said she came here, not only because she wanted to be a model but a member of Shade this interested him even more then her powers.
He took a few steps forward so he was in striking distance. Out of nowhere he hand came out, but it did not strike her, it was open palmed right next to her head. He looked into her eyes. His normally warm rouge blue eyes were now a cold steely colour. He was not angry, but he had darkened his mood so his eyes were a bit more intimidating then welcoming. His eyes were a physical mutation, and the darker his mood the more steel like they would become. He spoke,
“So, y’a wanna join Shade huh? I will accept y’a, but, I must warn y’a, we do not tolerate slackers, ‘n’ there is only one way out of Shade, death. Y’a wanna join, y’a will be in it f’a life, or until y’a die or can not serve us anymore, d’en y’a memory will be wiped. If y’a understand, d’a y’a still wanna join?”
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Post by Echo on Mar 15, 2010 15:44:29 GMT -5
She looked at him as he looked at her, completely interested in the mention of her own powers. Yes, she had flown over the Atlantic, making stops on the glaciers in north and then flying the currents of air and making it to the shores of the United States as quickly as she could. Then, making here by either flying or running the plains. She had shocked quite a few people when she was caught by surprise and had to get the hell out of their. Honestly, it made her laugh, but she did not show her amusement.
He then came close, very close and his hand came up to her face. She pulled her own hand to make sure it did not hit and he didn't. She was breathing a little hard and she had shown that she was capable of fighting. She did not touched him, just showed she could defend herself in a way. She let her golden brown eyes look into his steel eyes... They were beautiful, intimidating but very beautiful in a way. She had always wanted to have ice blue eyes, had always thought they would be pretty on her. “So, y’a wanna join Shade huh? I will accept y’a, but, I must warn y’a, we do not tolerate slackers, ‘n’ there is only one way out of Shade, death. Y’a wanna join, y’a will be in it f’a life, or until y’a die or can not serve us anymore, d’en y’a memory will be wiped. If y’a understand, d’a y’a still wanna join?” She looked into his eyes.
Everything about what she had heard was true... She wanted to be a part of it, she would always want to be a part of it. "Yes, I want to be a part of the Shade." She was not scared, she held no fear in her eyes, she had allowed her breathing to return to normal. She knew he would probably whip everything she knew about them and then allow her memory to be normal up to the point of her walking into this place and asking for a job.
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Post by Camaxtli on Mar 15, 2010 16:39:08 GMT -5
When she spoke, he saw no fear in her eyes. Good, fear weakens the fighting spirit, and she will need all the spirit she can get. His steel blue eyes softened to their normal rouge blue as he smiled. He did not move an inch he just looked at her, his breath steady and his face, apart from his smile and his now warm eyes, was steady and calm. He spoke, the danger in his voice now gone,
“Computer recognise voice imprint Camaxtli seven, seven, five, six. Begin voice analysis.”
There was silence for a few seconds then a female voice was heard, “Voice analysis complete, code accepted, welcome back Shade Leader Camaxtli.” Then there was a rumbling from directly behind Cam. The two bookshelves in the middle of the back were swung open. There was nothing but what seemed like a solid wall then the wall seemed to disappear as it split and went inside the other parts of the wall.
Cam pushed off the wall and turned around. He walked towards where the wall had opened and where it had, there was a circular sealed portal. He tapped in another number, which was about the same length well; actually it was a little long. He then put his hand to the panel and then his eyes. A few more seconds passed and the same voice sounded, “Code, retinal and handprint confirmed.” The portal opened. He looked back over his shoulder and spoke,
“Oh ‘n’ a word ov’ advice, unless I’m seriously underestimating y’a, don’ even t’ink f’a a second y’a ‘ave a chance ov’ beating me in a fight.”
With that he walked into the portal which led to a corridor. When he reached the end he tapped another code in and the doors opened and he walked into what seemed like a lift.
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Post by Echo on Mar 15, 2010 17:43:27 GMT -5
Nayeli saw the eyes soften, they returned from steel to rouge blue and she thought they were even more beautiful. She could not help but enjoy the beauty in his eyes. He stayed there, looking into her own eyes and his breathing was steady. She did not move her hand, she kept it there, holding herself steady and allowing her eyes to stay the same, calm and emotionless.
Nayeli just watched him, that is all she could do and planned to do. She still did not move her hand from where it was, just kept it there. “Computer recognize voice imprint Camaxtli seven, seven, five, six. Begin voice analysis.” She then heard the computer come on and tell him that it was complete. She then heard Shade Leader. She allowed her eyes to glance over as something was happening behind him. The wall was gone where it had been and she was kind of amazed but she did not allow herself to show that.
She watched him go to the door and then put his hand on something and leaned his head in. The computer said that it was confirmed and she looked at him when he looked back at her. “Oh ‘n’ a word ov’ advice, unless I’m seriously underestimating y’a, don’ even t’ink f’a a second y’a ‘ave a chance ov’ beating me in a fight.”
She smiled at him slightly and grabbed her stuff. "Never thought I would," She said, a teasing edge to her voice as she looked at her and walked with him. This was all new to her, but that was fine, she would learn. She looked him over from behind and she had to say, he had a nice butt. She shook head to get the thoughts from her mind and continued down the hallway with him.
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