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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 15, 2016 18:58:09 GMT
"Don't change anything you idiot! I'm already picking things out! Change it back!" Marika screamed at Miles. "If I was unfortunate enough to have a kid like you, you'd be lucky if all I did was beat you!" She roughly shoved him and turned away. "Alright, we're keeping it simple. You can relax, I need to do something." Marika grabbed a dull yellow leather jacket. She had bought the ugly thing at a thrift shop months ago, dragging it around when she was designing, but only now did she have a use for it. She lay it down on the small table she had in the room and grabbed one of her tools, the ink of a kraken. She carefully poured splotches on the jacket, making the spots of a leopard. She didn't have time to make the darker orange spots within, but right now that would have to do. "While the ink dries, I'm going to gets pants on you. Hold the fuck still."
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 16, 2016 4:10:39 GMT
Changing the hair back to its original color, Miles squinted his eyes slightly at Marika. "Of course. But I'm sure you wouldn't be as cruel..." His voice grew slightly more ominous as he ended his sentence, the friendly image he was projecting waving for a moment before returning back to normal. "But hey, they are no longer an issue. Continue with the design, please." He states, holding still for her to work.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 16, 2016 6:17:02 GMT
"You have no idea how cruel I would be." Marika snarled, grabbing a pair of black dress pants off the rack. "I'm going to adjust this for you, so that's what you have to hold still for. Otherwise these are getting sewn on." She held them up to his body, feeling out how they fit him. "Close enough." She grumbled. "Put them on."
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 16, 2016 13:21:41 GMT
Taking the pants from Marika, Miles stepped into them and pulled them up, fastening the buttons on top so they stayed on. "I'm suppose neither of us are strangers to being cruel." Miles mused, remembering how his own hobby involved taking the skin off of people and creating his own pieces of 'art' from it. In fact, he even sent a Christmas present to Marika last year that had the skin of a creature that he found whose skin had unique properties that Miles figured she would want to use on a doll. But for now, inquiring about said detail was unwise.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 16, 2016 17:16:34 GMT
Marika's fingers were a blur as they made cuts and stitches to fit the pants perfectly to Miles' body. "I'm not cruel! Fuck you!" Marika jabbed at Miles' stomach with her needle. She turned away and grabbed a bright red thread off the table. "Keep holding still or I'm going to stab you a lot more." Marika began swiftly stringing the string through the pants, creating red patterns over the surface.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 16, 2016 19:48:23 GMT
Miles didn't even wince when Marika stabbed him, the entrance wound sealing up mere seconds after being made. "Of course, not cruel at all. Continue working your magic." He stated, remaining still as a rock. He had taken much harsher punishment than this, and he was actually being touched by the person he loved. Besides...if she got too crazy, he could stop it at any time with his pheromones.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 17, 2016 4:27:54 GMT
"This isn't magic. It's skill." Marika stepped back to admire her work. The pants now were crossed with red designs now, complex and detailed. Things like skulls and snakes stood out, all intricately tied together as a single continuous string. Satisfied with her work, she grabbed the yellow jacked and gave it to him. "On. Now." She decided against a shirt. It was better like this. She blushed a little when she viewed her finished work. He actually looked kind of decent in some proper clothing.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 17, 2016 20:02:19 GMT
"I'm sure there is a hint of magic in your skill." Miles remarked, sliding the jacket onto his body and adjusting it so it fit correctly. It felt a little strange wearing a jacket with no shirt, but hey...fashion was a strange mistress. He noticed her blushing a little while looking at his body...just how much was that of admiring him, and how much was of her own work. "Satisfied with the result?" He asks, testing the waters.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 18, 2016 0:08:37 GMT
"It'll do for a rush job. Yuu was better, but not only did I have more time but a better canvas." Marika dismissively waved. "I should take a beast like you out there on a leash, but I don't have one on me, and these belts are for fashion." She rummaged through her collection and handed over a yellow leather belt. "Here, use this. And this buckle." She gave him a buckle she had commissioned herself, resembling the skull of a big cat with feathers and living snakes eyes in its sockets.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 18, 2016 17:17:32 GMT
Taking the buckles, Miles stared for a second at the strange design...before slipping it on his pants. "Unfortunately, it appears as if Yuu decided to run out on you. How unfortunate, the beast being the only one willing to stick around." Miles remarked, adjusting the buckle. "Now...how much time to we have left?"
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 19, 2016 3:14:15 GMT
"Don't you insult Yuu." Marika glared hideously. Yuu was the most perfect doll and a perfect mom. Miles was walking on eggshells already, and taking shots at Yuu may cost him his head. "Ugh, five minutes. You keep that on." Marika looked at her watch and tossed her head in irritation. She leaned up against the wall to glare at Miles. "Don't get any funny ideas while we wait." She spun scissors on a finger in threat.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 20, 2016 9:58:57 GMT
"Not insult Yuu, when you have been insulting me all this time? I'd appreciate a little leniency for helping you out." Miles stated, slightly less friendly once again. He continued to sit in the chair, the look in his eyes showing that Miles was totally serious here.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 20, 2016 17:54:32 GMT
"Yuu isn't the one who follows me around and sends me gifts I don't want. But fine, you're been helpful. Thank you." Marika grumbled. She looked at him both in the face and the mirror. "You know, you look good in that. Clearly my gifts can improve anybody." She smiled and grabbed a long stream of red fabric. A few cuts to shorten it and she stepped up to Miles to put it around his neck as a scarf.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 23, 2016 4:22:58 GMT
Smiling with the sweet sense of validation, Miles nods his head toward Marika. "Why, thank you. Your gifts are marvelous to behold." He compliments, still sitting still so Marika could put the scarf around his neck. "But I must ask...did you not like my Christmas present last year? The animal it came from was quite unique." He adds, knowing that the skin he gave her would fetch a large price on the market.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 23, 2016 22:19:06 GMT
"I haven't been struck with inspiration for its use." Marika admitted, straitening the scarf. "It is very nice though." She finished her last touches and briefly smiled. Perfect. Her smile quickly faded and she looked towards the curtain, wondering what was taking Yuu so long. She needed to see how well Marika had done!
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 24, 2016 13:19:25 GMT
"Why, thank you. I hoped you would like it." Miles stated, smiling at her acknowledgement of his gift. Checking his watch, Miles looks at the curtain, then back at Marika. "Time is running out...we may need to go forward without her. It is quite strange how she just ran away, isn't it?"
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 24, 2016 14:43:51 GMT
"I think Martha put something in her drink. She's being such a bitch lately. Well, she's always a bitch, but she's being a bigger one." Marika growled. Stupid Martha. Why did she even make her if she was going to be so ungrateful!? "Dammit, we have to get to the stage! If Yuu comes back she'll know where she went!" Marika grabbed Miles' hand and drug him towards the curtain.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 24, 2016 21:06:38 GMT
Marika's realization that Martha was the one who put something in Yuu's drink made Miles worry slightly about being caught...but Marika grabbing his hand and dragging him along made him smile once more in glee. She was actually touching him now! "Who knows, maybe Yuu merely ate something bad today." He mused, keeping pace with the seamstress. "Is there any sort of way you wish for me to model this wonderful outfit you made?" He asks, trying to be a substitute for Yuu's praise.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 25, 2016 3:35:41 GMT
"Whatever. I'll make Martha tell me later." Marika dismissed the situation. It was easy to figure out what was going on around here. If she remembered to ask. Honestly it was hardly worth the trouble. "Just walk like the other models and don't be a weirdo." Outside the room, the helter skelter of backstage played out. Runners with clipboards checked in on progress, models steadied themselves, family of contestants waited eagerly. Marika lead Miles through it all, releasing him behind a large curtain. "We're number 12. Get in line and walk when they say my name! Just act natural!" She backed away to be out of sight when the curtain opened. The creators couldn't be on stage while the models were going.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 25, 2016 15:18:38 GMT
Nodding his head, Miles gave one last smile before Marika ran off. "Right, I won't let you down." He stated, waiting for the show to start. The process seemed to take forever, which each contestant having to wait until the previous one was almost already backstage again before they were let onto the walkway. Finally, Miles's name was called and he walked out onto the stage, copying the walk to an eerily accurate manner, as if he had practiced this before. Unbeknownst to everyone else, Miles had released a small amount of pheromones around the female judges, which would undoubtedly make them pay more attention to him in the current situation. Walking back out behind the curtain, Miles scans around, trying to see where everyone was.
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