sunshine and city lights. (Azariah)

[alisa noor ventimiglia]

Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor
Just for the attention.
Cause that's just ridiculously on.
Well, she sure is gonna get it
Here's the setting:
Fashion magazines line the walls now,
the walls line the bullet holes.

Alisa entered the photo studio with a huge smile on her face--something pretty astounding, considering she wasn't the type that thought that life is a bed of roses. No. Her brother Jordan was of that type, and one is already enough for the whole family. That's just the way they are. Ever since they were little, Jordan was the stereo, blaring up music until the cops roll up, while she was the soundproof wall: cold, still, silent and, well...quiet. She'd been living in her brother's shadow in her childhood years. She was invisible, while Jordan was invincible.
Alisa caught a glimpse of tulle with the corner of her eye, and she smiled again. She'd found her shadow. Fashion. She didn't even know how she could live without making people feel pretty AND making herself feel pretty. Her parents at first did not approve of her being a fashion designer, but eventually they understood. They even supported her, and she loved her little family for that. Alisa picked out some dresses from her new collection while humming the tunes from Maroon 5's Daylight. Today was the day of the photoshoot for her new 2013 Spring-Summer collection, and she was excited. She managed to book Azariah Blackthrone for today's shoot, all the dresses looked fabulous, and her friend Martin Delcour was shooting the set. Now all she had to do was cross her fingers and pray that Azariah Blckthrone would behave well in front of Martin.
Choosing Azariah was probably the hardest decision ever. She'd heard stories--dirty stories, sometimes--about Azariah, and honestly, at first she was sure that she wasn't going to hire her for her shoots. But then she saw Azariah's portfolio--and it ompletely lew her away.
That girl was magic in front of the camera. The camera loved her, it adored her, it chased her beauty to the tiniest pixels. Alisa instanly knew that she was the face for Muse. But Martin was shooting, and Martin wasn't the angel of the photographers either. Martin had quite a temper, but Ali liked him and he was a downright genius. But they got along because Martin was fierce and Ali was serene. She didn't dare imagine what could happen if both Martin and Azariah lost their temper.
Katie, her personal assistant, walked into the oom and sighed. Alisa chuckled. "What?"
Katie bit her lower lip and she tilted her head at Martin and Azariah.
"Why don't you go and see for yourself."

[azariah sophie blackthrone]

Modelling was another thing that gave Azariah satisfaction. It was never really her plan in life to be a model. Then again, she never planned anything in her life. She just do whatever she wants. And nothing or no one can stop that. If it wasn't for her mother, she would never be a model. It was all so fast when her mother told her about it, but she didn't care. She wasn't shy at all. She was far from that. Obviously. Her mother probably just wanted fame, her mother wanted to brag about how Azariah was phenomenal at modelling and posing. But Azariah didn't do it for her mother. She hated her mother. She did it 'cause it was already there. She did it because it couldn't do any harm.

Azariah looked at her self in the mirror, making sure there was no mistaken detail. Ever since she enjoyed modelling, she took it seriously. She didn't want any mistakes and she didn't want to look like a fool. It would just be a matter of minutes until the owner of muse comes along. Alisa Ventimiglia. Azariah found her fashion lines amazing. At first, she didn't even care. Azariah fixed up and turned around, just to see the man who was going to shoot for the set. Azariah smirked to herself and shook her head. It wouldn't hurt for a little fun, would it? Azariah made her way to the guy. She started with harmless flirting but it wasn't that high. The guy snapped at her. Azariah glared at the guy. "Son of a..." She muttered to herself and crossed her arms, looking at the man in front of her and the two exchanged foul words. Azariah never really cared. If she's in a fight. Then she is.

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OOC: Sorry its probably the most horrible reply I got >. < I certainly didn't have that big muse right now. Sorry again Alice D:

[alisa noor ventimiglia]

You will only hear these elegant crimes
Fall on your ears from criminal dimes
They spill unfound from a pretty mouth.
And everybody gets their, everybody gets their
Everybody gets their way.

Even before Alisa cast her glance at Martin and Azariah, she already knew that something was wrong. Katie had been to millions of photo shoots, and she had seen a million things. If Katie said 'why don't you go and see for yourself', there must be something pretty worrisome going. Especially if it involved someone like Martin Delcour. She'd never met Azariah in person, but if her temper really was as bad as what she heard--it could be a pretty ugly mess. Alisa had seen Martin going crazy and yell at a model with the words that would make mothers cover their children's ears. It was at a Vogue cover shoot, and Alisa spent fourty-five minutes consoling three models with Behati Prinsloo in the changing room. But for some reasons, Martin liked Ali and the two got along. Martin was forty-something, and he considered Ali as a somewhat-niece to him. This photoshoot was her idea--she wanted Martin to shoot her new line as her birthday present.
But now, her birthday present was falling apart, and she had to save the party.
And don't lose your temper, Ali, she reminded herself, recalling scenes from her troubled teenage years, never lose your temper.

"What happened?" Alisa frowned as she approached Martin and Azariah with a stack of dresses in her hands. The two were yelling at each other, and everyone was trying not to get too close to them. Martin was known for throwing things around when he was mad. Martin turned to Alisa with astounding speed and he ragefully ranted, "Alisa--She--I don't even--Mon Dieu, I can't take this, I can't take this--" He was too angry for words. Alisa could see that. "Martin. Martin, calm down." Curiously she looked past his broad shoulders to Azariah Blackthrone--no deadly glare, just a curious little glance. Azariah was even prettier than her photos, if that was possible. But right now, Alisa had to separate them and cool Martin down. Gently she tugged on Martin's Michael Kors jacket and she pulled him away from Azariah. Alisa signaled at Scott, the head make-up artist, and he made his way to her. "What's up, Ali?" Alisa grinned. "Look, Scott, I need you to keep Azariah busy for awhile. Polish her or something. Do her hair. Here," Alisa handed Scott the dresses, "tell her to wear the red one, and go get her ready." Scott sighed before he answered. "I don't know what to do with her. She's already...Perfect." He glanced across the room at Azariah, and a slight smile rose on his face. "Mind if I hit on her?"
"Scott!"
"I'm serious. She's hot."
Alisa rolled her eyes. "Look, whatever it takes to keep her busy, alright?" Scott took the dresses and grinned. "Aye aye, Captain."
Scotty loves flirting around, Alisa sighed. And now... Martin. Alisa turned around to find him sitting on his chair, looking a little messed up, but not as angry as a couple minutes ago. Alisa grabbed a chair and sat next to him. "What happened?" Martin grunted. "La fille... She tried to flirt with me. Me! Martin Delcour!" Martin continued to rant in French for around thirty seconds, throwing his arms in the air and expressing his rage in several innovative facial expressions. When he was done, Martin sighed. "Alisa, ma chere, it would be a lot easier if you want something from Anna Sui for your birthday." Alisa laughed. "Easier, yes, but not as fun, right?"
Martin answered with a 'you-are-being-ridiculous' look on his face.
Alisa smiled. "Martin, just one photo shoot. I beg you. Please. Just one. Please? For me?"
Martin laughed and smiled at her. "Alright. But why do you want her to be the new face of Muse so much?" Alisa shrugged. "I don't know," she said after hesitating, "I don't know." Martin smiled again and he got up from his chair and he approached his camera, telling everyone that he was ready, and that he wanted the photo shoot to start.
Alisa glanced across the room at Scott and Azariah, studying Azariah's angry, frowning face, amd suddenly she knew why.
She found herself in Azariah. That's why.



OOC: Lyn, never apologize for a beautiful post. Your post was nice! and btw, you can flirt with Scott make him flirt back too XD