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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 8, 2016 2:20:33 GMT
The sixth annual Moxi, Indiana, fashion contest was a welcome visual distraction from the endless fields and farms around the small town. It was small, but it was popular enough to draw several dozen contestants, all milling about with various models and staff of the rec center the contest was held in. In one curtained off room, an ambitious young fashionista from Greece worked on her model with various assistants hovering around. A short plump one sat in the corner, reading a comic book. One in vibrantly orange striped garments admired herself in the full length mirrors the room sported. Another short one studied the flowers in the pot sitting in the room, mildly disturbed by their plastic nature. Lastly, a muscular one stood nervously next to the curtain, listening to the whispers of a man just on the other side.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 8, 2016 15:02:05 GMT
On the other side of the curtain, a teen with dark blond hair spoke with the muscular woman, staying completely out of sight from everyone else. "Now, do you understand the plan? Start with Ash, and work your way around the room. I need them all out of here. Save the most difficult one for last." He spoke, knowing that a certain person will be the most difficult to keep away.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 8, 2016 19:23:26 GMT
Martha mutely nodded, eyes looking dead as she approached Ash. "Hey, Ash. Marika not letting you model today?" Ash would be the easiest one to get rid of. Martha just took a deep breath and tried to relax. Her sisters were getting lied to, but they weren't getting hurt. That would hopefully be Marika's job.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 8, 2016 19:31:59 GMT
Barely looking over from the mirror she was admiring herself at, Ash shakes her head slightly. "Nope, haven't heard anything yet! So I'm just here on standby if she wants to bring out the perfect model." She boasts, flipping her long orange pony tail around her neck like a scarf. Damn, she looked amazing!
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 8, 2016 20:20:05 GMT
"Well, you know, somebody on the other side of the building needed a model. I heard they had an outfit that really needed to have a perfect figure under it to work." Martha's speech bordered on natural, but couldn't quite manage it. At least Ash was gullible.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 10, 2016 5:45:27 GMT
At the mention of needing a model, Ash shot to attention and made a proud pose, hands on her hips. "Say no more! I will find this person, and be the perfect model they need me to be!" Without waiting for Martha to respond, Ash bolts down the hallway and toward the other end of the building, dodging around people as she went by. The sound of panting could faintly be heard as Ash disappeared down the hallway.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 10, 2016 17:20:51 GMT
"Hey, good luck with that!" Martha called after her sister. Ash could almost make her smile even in this situation. She glanced around again and focused on Cadence. "Hey Cadence, how ya doin'?" Martha managed a friendly grin as she dug out some money from her baggy shorts. "Could you take Jane down to the comic store to keep her busy? She's almost done with her comic she brought and I don't want Marika to get annoyed with her." Martha pleaded with her eyes. It was a very real possibility.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 11, 2016 21:00:55 GMT
Cadence looked at Martha with a blank poker face as she addressed her, finding the look in Martha's eyes a little uncharacteristic of the normally outspoken girl. However, something just didn't feel right about this request, aside from the look in her eyes. "...why me? I thought you liked watching Jane...and would love to have an excuse to leave...?" Cadence didn't actually have any problem taking Jane down to the comic store, she was more curious about why Martha would want to stay here with Marika instead of going to the comic shop with Jane and having more fun.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 11, 2016 21:57:15 GMT
"I know, it sucks that I have to stay here! But Marika wants me to stick around for her dumb errands. I think she's just mad at me." Martha nervously sweated. If anybody here could see through bullshit, it was Cadence. Even Yuu was too blinded with her troubles to think too hard about anything Martha said. "Come on, just get her out of here."
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 12, 2016 4:50:20 GMT
Studying Martha's face, it was clear that there was something going on that Martha wanted to hide...did she find some way to kill Marika and wanted them gone so the psycho couldn't call out for them to defend her? Regardless of the reasoning, Cadence merely shrugged her shoulders. "...one condition. You tell me what the lie is for later...deal?" She asks, looking Martha in the eye with her deadpan expression.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 12, 2016 5:35:40 GMT
"No idea what you're talking about." Martha did a surprisingly good blank stare. She got a lot of practice from actually not knowing what people were talking about. "Now get her out of here, I'm sensing a tantrum coming on." Martha spoke truthfully, as Marika hovered about Yuu, putting endless finishing touches on the outfit. Her face just grew more purple and angry by the second. If her dumb hair was a fuze, she'd be nearly out of pigtail.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 12, 2016 16:01:41 GMT
Continuing her blank stare, Cadence gave a small sigh as she took the money from Martha's hand. "...I know you're doing something shady...hope it is worth the lie..." And with that, she wanders over to the girl reading the comic book and motions toward the door. "...Marika is about to be mad...let's go to the comic store..."
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 12, 2016 19:25:22 GMT
Jane looked up from her comic and joyously hopped to her feet. "Yay! Let's go!" Jane was at Cadence's side in a second, practically dragging her past the curtain to get going. Martha watched them go and carefully approached Yuu and Marika. Yuu was in a black dress with complex red thread designs running through it. The details beyond that were changing by the second.
Marika placed a flower in her hair and yanked it out, put a sash over her chest and sliced it off. Yuu looked at her tea glass, sighing when she remembered it was empty. "Here you go. New tea." Martha offered Yuu a bottle of iced tea. "Thanks, honey." Yuu smiled. Finally, a doll doing something that was actually helpful. She took a few swigs and Martha slipped out past the curtain. "She's all yours in a few minutes." She told the stalker. As Martha promised, in a few minutes Yuu's stomach started to rumble.
She crossed her legs and grunted before it rumbled again. "Oh, what's- ughhhhhh... I have to go! I'm sorry Marika!" Yuu staggered out the curtain, clutching her stomach. "What? Yuu! No! There's only a half hour to the show! Yuu!" Marika's voice rose to a high whine, trailing off long after Yuu had left. She only realized now she was totally alone in the room. "Where did all of you go! Idiots!" Marika screamed and kicked over the side table by the mirrors. Where had everybody gone!?
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 13, 2016 0:29:36 GMT
"Thank you. Hopefully this is fair compensation." The teen behind the curtain states, handing Martha a small roll of 10 dollar bills. The last method of distraction was a little crass, but it was the only way he could think of to detach the clingie bitch from his love.
"Abandoned, I see?" The voice from behind the curtain asks, the person stepping out finally to reveal his appearance once more. He was around 17 years of age, with dark blond hair and pale white skin. He wore a well-ironed black suit with red tie and black leather shoes, his hair neatly brushed to remove any out of place hairs. "You need not worry...for I, Miles, would be delighted to serve as a model in their stead." Being an incubus, Miles had retracted his tail fully to give as many openings for clothing as possible. "Would you allow me to assist, Marika?"
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 13, 2016 5:49:32 GMT
"The fact that I think you're going to skin her is fair compensation. I don't care about your blood money." Martha lurked away, heart heavy. She just kept telling herself it was all worth it. Miles' money killed Patches. It bought gifts for her family. The only person being hurt was Marika.
Inside, Marika gave Miles a blank stare. "What? ...fuck it, get over here and take off your clothes. I'm in a hurry." Marika turned away, rummaging about among her supplies. She had 30 minutes to make something presentable. It was an impossible challenge. But with this weirdo, it at least was a challenge. "What the hell are you doing here?" She asked as she pulled up her measuring tape.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 14, 2016 8:07:22 GMT
Perfect, she didn't try to shoo him away at his entrance, so perhaps he did have a chance of getting closer to the seamstress. Walking briskly across the stage as if he were gliding across ice, Miles began removing his suit coat and pulling off the tie. "I was merely in the area, and thought I might be able to see you and your designs on display. I am happy to see that I was correct, and that I came around just in time." Placing the coat neatly on a nearby chair, Miles looked over at Marika. "How have you been since our last encounter?" He wasn't going to admit that he saw her many times since then...just without her knowledge.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 14, 2016 17:00:31 GMT
"Hmph. You knew I was here and came to stalk me! You're just lucky I'm desperate." Marika set her tape aside to rummage through her cloth options. What would look good on Miles? She would have to examine him closer it seemed. She adjusted the mirrors and glowered into them. "Hurry up and get ready!" She snarled at the stalling stalker.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 15, 2016 3:22:42 GMT
"You wound me with your words! It was by pure chance that we met here. But, as you wish." Miles lied, pulling off his shirt and revealing his slightly muscular and scarred back and chest. The scars themselves looked eerily like they came from a whip, though not made recently. He unbuckles his pants and pulls them down, leaving himself in his black boxer shorts. "There, take as many measurements as you need." He says, neatly placing the rest of his outfit on the same chair.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 15, 2016 5:48:41 GMT
"Yeah, whatever. Keep your boxers on." Marika professionally knelt and quickly began taking measurements. She paused for a second to feel one star. "Nothing skintight for you. Not that I'd put a piece of crap like you in that anyway. I need to hide this wreck, not emphasize it." Still, she lingered for a second on the scar. "How did you get these anyway? Jump in front of a car because I hate you? You should do it again. But not in the outfit I'm making." She stood and looked through her fabrics. "Your putrid hair color makes it hard to pick a fitting fabric, and we hardly have time to change that."
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 15, 2016 10:47:57 GMT
Smiling a little at the suggestion that he jumped in front of a car, Miles glanced over toward Marika's direction. "No, no cars were involved with these ones. You see, my parents were very...closed-minded. So when they heard that I didn't want to stay single the rest of my life...let's just say they weren't happy, especially my mother." Remembering back to his time in Hell, Miles recalled how he was always called a 'failure' of an incubus because he had no desire to seduce people, only to drain their energy and leave. No...he wanted to find someone special, and only take enough of their energy to survive.
"So in the end, I left all of them behind, came to Earth, and here I am!" Hearing that she didn't like his hair, Miles changed the hue to a slightly lighter shade of blond. "I can change the color if you wish."
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