Artist Seeks Model

Lucien · Stripped Demon

Artist Seeks Model

Blind Ambition · Fashion Plate

When the Sunday edition ran, it caught the eye of a very keen agent who was based, predominantly, in the United States. New York City, to be precise. That agent, who happened to have a model currently in Rome, read the paper and, knowing full well that Liam Declan wasn't doing anything at the moment until the designer whose work he'd been brought to Rome to show off needed him, picked up his phone and dialed Liam's newly acquired Roman mobile number.

It rang three times before the young model picked up. "Liam?" the agent asked.

"Yep?" Liam responded, clearly in the middle of doing something in the kitchen at the flat he shared with his brother, Connor.

"Got wind of a small job in the city you might be interested in. Showed up in the paper earlier today. Artist looking for a model. Want me to put you in contact?"

Silence lingered on the line until Liam answered. "Sure, sounds interesting. Artist leave a number?"

"Yep," Liam's agent replied, passing the contact information along with a casual air before wishing Liam well on all his upcoming work and hanging up.

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Liam dialed the number for the artist... Lucian. Leaning against the doorway that stood between his kitchen and the hallway that separated it from the living room, then the bathroom and two bedrooms down the hall, he listened to the dull ring, and rolled a coin over the knuckles of one hand.

Lucien · Stripped Demon

Lucien had been working on a painting for Mayra. All his supplies were set up in the room that had been set apart in the guest house just for he and Jude to use for their art. He leaned into the canvas, arm raised as his brush moved in broad stroked against the canvas. Beneath his knowledgeable hand an image was forming, but it was still mostly unrecognizeable for what it would be when he finished.

Tight black pants hugged his slender legs, riding low in the waist beneath the long expanse of his naked torso. Without a shirt on his heroin chic frame was paint splotched and pale in the high lights of the room. Paint marked his arms over the tattoos that covered him, and his long dark hair had streaks of color dried into it from brushing his fingers back through it in distraction.

Being lost in his work was a normal state of affairs for him. When he was working the entire rest of the world faded from view and there was nothing else. Even the sound of the phone couldn't rouse him from that state of deep concentration. It took Nadia bringing the portable to him and laying her hand against the curve of his waist for him to blink his violet eyes and clear the fog.

Turning in there grasp he pulled her in against her with one arm, and took the phone from her with the other. "Ciao. This is Lucien." His Italian was natural, but not flawless by any stretch of the imagination. His hands moved over his wifes tattooed skin gently knowing he was probably getting paint on her and that she didn't care. As he wedged the phone between his shoulder and his ear trying to hear better what the man on the other end was saying. "English? Yes, that's fine. Are you calling about the ad?"

Lucien explained what he wanted, a simple photo session so that he could get a model in the settings he desired. He'd snap photos that would later be the basis for the set of paintings he was working on. Giving the details about times needed, deadlines, and of course the most necessary....money, he waited to see if the man was interested in the job.

Valcrist · Silly Kitty

The night shift had all been but exhausting as Valcrist finally entered his hotel room, completely exhausted and drained, physically and mentally. He pretty much forgot how taxing a session of work could get, especially at a place as busy as Bliss. There had been a few scant times where chad and himself didnt exactly clash, but that was the riggers of a first night on the job. In essence,though, Chad had been very patient with the young wereleopard, so the working relationship, hopefully, would resume smoother than before. Every corded muscle upon that lean, athletically-cut body ached with the all too familiar throbbing. A bath certainly sounded nice right about now.

In the young wereleopard's hand was a copy of the Local Newspaper. Although Bliss was a nice, lucrative job, unfortunately, it only afforded him two nights a week, which was scarcely a way to support himself. Thumbing through the want ads, he stumbled upon a fairly familiar name in the guise of Lucien. If memory served the leopard correct, he was a member of Adam's Horde. Granted, Valcrist had never met the Tiger, but heard various things he and there, and did have the distinct honor of seeing his wife in Salem, a few times in passing. What made the wereleopard's eyes widen with a certain twinkle, was the nature of the ad, and the telephone number. An artist seeking a model. As they say, you only live once, even by cat standards, which was some sort of nine lives mumbo-jumbo. At anyrate, as he continued to disrobe, removing shirt first, he quickly dialed the number then finally spoke.

"Hi, Lucien? Im calling in response to your ad you placed in the paper about you seeking a model of sorts, and your willingness to pay. Im open to whatever kind of payment you plan on giving, which I would rather discuss over an in-person meeting. My name is Valcrist. Actually, I think I remember hearing about you through various persons, including your Khan, Adam. Patsy was telling me something about all of us gathering together....anyways, enough about that....I wanted to basically see if you still had that position open...You can reach me at "At this point, valcrist gave the name of the hotel, room number, and phone number before continuing "I would love to see if you'd have any kind of use for me, so call me back, anytime before evening, thank you..." With that, he hung up the phone before he went to the bathroom to examine himself. Now he wasnt exactly the PERFECT specimen, but valcrist sort of posed in the mirror, going over every curve and muscle upon his upper torso. "Yeah...hopefully this should work" He said to no one in particular as he turned on the faucet in the tub, watching as the water and steam rise from the porcelain tub before he finished undressing down to the skins and slipping into the water. Feeling the tension slip away, he finally closed his eyes........

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karma · Naked Rat

Carmelita had gone deep into her work...Trying to make the perfect cannabis plant..One that would have the potential of even getting lycanthropes high. It had been something she had started in Salem with the wolves shaman..Then her work went on to the warm climates of the islands with the help of the earth witch Erik and the great duke himself.

Whatelse was she to do?She felt so damn usless lately...There was no great battle with the humans first here in Rome. No need to make things that go Boom! The job at the oddity just didnt work out. She missed having the coven to turn to to improve those gifts she discovered while working with Balise.

So sitting at the table a tightly rolled joint hanging between glossy coral lips..She would look over the want ads in hope to find something slightly mystic to get her hands into...But instead she found something quite interesting...Modeling.

Her queen had done quite a bit of that.Pulling off those think framed 'buddy holly' glasses and would chew on her lower lip....Yes. This is a fun idea..Picking up her pink berry that Barbie had got her for her birthday she would dail the number.

"Lu-ci-en...Lucien....ahtem. Yes Im calling about the model need...No No experience..."

She would practice what she would say. Trying to place why the name was so filmilar.It was a rare name.Karma almost sqeaked when a voice came onto the other line.

Blind Ambition · Fashion Plate

Liam stood up straight as the phone clicked over and a masculine voice welcomed him on the other end of the line. Pausing in the twiddling of his fingers, the coin dropping to the floor, he attempted a little Italian which was rudimentary at best. In short, he was able to return the greeting and then politely ask if the artist spoke English.

He had every ambition and intention of learning Italian and fully expected himself to be fluent by the the end of a few months worth of total immersion, but it was early yet, and while he had a natural ear for accents and his attempts at Italian were really rather good all things considered, he was also too proud to keep slogging through it when he knew he'd do an unHoly job of butchering the language at some point or another. "Oh, good," he responded easily when Lucian swapped to English. Good, good, indeed. You could almost hear the way he smiled through the phone. Something about the quality in Liam's voice gave the distinct impression that he was a good natured, easy-going, pal-around sort of guy with few hangups.

Plenty of baggage (not that you could tell form hearing him)... but few that he was still hanging onto or letting turn into chips on his shoulder. His entire philosophy on life didn't allow for that sort of thing.

"Yeah... I think I can do that. Sounds simple enough." He chuckled, tossing a hand back through his hair and swapping the telephone from one ear to the other. "Yeah I'm interested. Really interested. Most of the work I do is runway and print fashion. It'd be kind of cool to pose for photos for an artist. I mean if you want me to just pose in general I can do that too. I'm pretty good at sitting still for a long time. Ha." Again, his smile was audible. "Just shoot me an address and I'll be there with bells on."

Now, if he could just find those damn bells...

Lucien · Stripped Demon

Liam, otherwise known as the disembodied voice on the other end of the phone, sounded like a nice guy. Though Lucien was almost always unsure how to treat models of any variety. But he made the plans, set up a spot to meet and a date and time and everything seemed to work alright for the man. It was kind of nice that everything had gotten taken care of so quickly. It didn't even occur to him until much later to think about the fact that he had no idea what this man looked like in the first place, but he figured he'd deal with that when the time came.

After speaking to Liam he once again got lost in his work and it was awhile before he thought to check the pad by the phone where members of the Horde wrote down messages. The fact that more than one person might answer his ad just hadn't occurred to him. Standing by the phone with the Post It Note in his hand he was running the names over in his mind. Valcrist sounded familiar, but his rather stagnant memory cells were refusing to give up any further information about the person belonging to that name.

"Nadia, Honey do we know a Valcrist?"

When she came into the room he looked up, violet eyes gazing at his beautiful wife. His right cheek was smeared with paint and flecks of it had dried against his naked chest. Man and wife looked similar in their pale skin, dark hair, and covering of decorative ink and maybe it was just a touch of narcissism that had bound them so tightly together. Whatever the case may be he had found his perfect match in this woman. She leaned against the counter and reminded him where they knew the man...errr.leopard from. He had been around in Hawaii quite a bit though they'd never spent any real time together. Lucien was almost regretful about the fact that he had already given the job away as he called Valcrist back to leave a message.

"Valcrist. This is Lucien calling you back. I've already filled the position I was looking for in the paper, but listen....if you need some work or help with anything why don't you come by the Horde's new home. We have a new Khan, you could meet him and maybe see if there's any help he can offer."

Lucien left the address on the voicemail telling Valcrist to stop by anytime for a visit. Someone was always home. He was running his fingers over the flat bare ridge of Nadia's naked stomach with one hand while his other hand punched the button to end the phone call when the phone rang again immediately afterwards. Lucien blinked and stared down at the phone. Who else could it be? They hadn't had this many calls in a row since he could remember. Guess that was what he got for placing an open ad in the paper. Hitting the talk button he answered after the second ring.

"Hello?"

The Italian was quickly switched to English yet again when he heard the squeak and quick voice of the woman on the line. She rushed through her prepared speech almost like she was frightened.

"Yes, well I already hired a male model for that shoot, but....it might be nice to do composition with a female as well if you're interested."

He repeated the information that he'd already given to Liam. Location, pay, what to wear, or not to wear as the case may be and getting her confirmation said a quick but pleasant goodbye before hanging up and putting the phone back on the cradle. Those three phone calls were about the most non-tiger socializing he'd done in ages. Fingers brushed back through his long hair pushing it out of his face as he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Nadia's brow.

"Looks like I may get those paintings to the gallery sooner than I thought."

Another kiss as he thought over what had been accomplished. Liam and Karma had jobs, and Valcrist had an invite to the Horde House. And for him that was enough for one day. Any other applicants could ring the phone off its hook, but he was done. Scooping up his wife in his arms he carried her off to the studio. There was more than one way to have fun with paints and brushes, and he did so adore decorating his wife's perfectly pale skin.