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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 26, 2016 3:44:04 GMT
Marika waited anxious on the wings. She could only watch and hoped they liked her. Her heart beat faster with every model that went out. So many brilliant designs. Hers looked like crap! She was shuddering horribly when Miles came back, rolling with sweat. She looked at him with tears misting up her glasses. "We're gonna loose! Why the fuck did I even come!?" She put her balled up fists to her chest. This was a disaster! She couldn't do anything right!
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 27, 2016 16:25:56 GMT
Quickly noticing her distress, Miles walks forward and pulls Marika into a tight hug, patting her back a few times. "Your design was fantastic, Marika. From the crowd's reaction, they seemed to like it...and the judge's faces seemed impressed! Nothing you make is crap, ok?" He continued the hug, taking advantage of every second he could get. Perfect...if she had issues with self confidence, that was the perfect angle for him to use in order to get more in her favor. Hopefully that bitch Yuu would stay away for much longer.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 27, 2016 21:43:49 GMT
Marika went stiff in Miles' arms. She hesitated, staring straight forward with a combination of rage and comfort. She managed to hold it for a moment before she broke down in a storm of sniffles. She bawled, drawing every eye backstage. Most just rolled their eyes. Another diva upset she didn't seem to be getting her way. But one pulled her from Miles' arms into her own. "Marika! There you are!" Yuu hugged Marika to her chest, letting her sob. "Oh... you again." Yuu glared down at Miles with the wrath of every parent who caught their daughter with a creep.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 28, 2016 15:36:13 GMT
And just like that, Miles's closest moment so far had been dashed by the biggest obstacle in his way between him and the one he loved. He gave a small but fierce glare toward Yuu...before resuming his calm facade. "Pleasure to meet you again. I was merely helping miss Arachne with her need for a model, for it seemed as if all her potential ones had flown the coop." He stated, not giving any indication that he had something to do with it. "How have you two been?"
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 28, 2016 16:43:06 GMT
Yuu glared at Miles. He wasn't a trustworthy one. "We'll discuss this later, Marika." She gave her charge a stern stare. Hanging out with this boy would not be tolerated. "Now come on, they're announcing the winners." She lead Marika away to where the models and designers waited. "Wait! He's my model, we need him!" Marika shouted. "...fine. But I'm standing between you two." She warily let Miles approach.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 28, 2016 19:09:53 GMT
Miles smiled as Maika protested against Yuu. What was this, a glimmer of hope, a way in, an opportunity?! Confidently walking toward the two, he stopped next to Marika, then made a surprised face. "Oh right, you wanted to be between us." He sarcastically stated, walking around to Yuu's side instead. "Regardless of who won, your designs were fantastic, Marika." He compliments, careful not to even acknowledge Yuu's presence.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 28, 2016 21:40:56 GMT
Marika just rubbed her running nose and sniffled, letting the others herd her how they liked. Yuu feared another total meltdown if she didn't win. "Alright, everybody front stage! The judges will be announcing!" One of the people with a clipboard announced. "Come on, honey. I'm sure it's fine." Yuu guided Marika to the front of the stage.
The judges sat sternly in their seats, all, holding pages of notes before them. "It's time to announce our winners." The one in the center read, straightening their papers. Marika nearly broke out in tears all over again. "Our first place goes to Abigail Williams." A homely blond girl, presumably a local, nearly broke out in tears when her names was called. Marika nearly threw a scissor at her head. "Our second place is Marika Arachne." Marika jumped with surprise. She didn't listen to any of the other names afterwards, just standing in a stunned silence.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 29, 2016 0:00:53 GMT
Miles clapped loudly as Marika's name was announced, smiling at Marika as she stood up to acknowledge her name. "See, you did fantastically!" He enthusiastically comments. Miles did give a small glare toward the winner, though, debating if he should kill her and gift the skin to Marika...but it was too late now to change the result. But one thing was for certain...Abigail Williams was on his shit list.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 29, 2016 1:52:49 GMT
"Silver is enough I guess." Marika weakly smiled. "We'll just do better next time." Yuu said, leading her up to accept her small prize. "Let's go home, Marika." She spoke softly. "Yeah. Okay." Marika cuddled into her. Yuu lead her back towards the backstage where they could enter the kaspa. "You are not coming." She said in as matter-of-fact fashion as she could muster.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 29, 2016 21:09:05 GMT
Stepping up to follow the two, Miles ignores Yuu's statement and looks directly at Marika. "I had a nice time seeing you again. If you ever want to meet again or need me to model, I am always free. Maybe even request some parts for me to bring next time we meet, I only get the best for you." He states, trying to sound as vague as possible so the people around them couldn't hear.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 30, 2016 0:07:44 GMT
"Don't contact us." "Here's my number." Yuu and Marika spoke at the exact same moment. Yuu groaned. "Marika, you really shouldn't-" "Stop being a bitch, I want to give him my number!" Marika yelled in Yuu's face. Yuu cringed and fell silent. "Here." Marika handed a sticky note to Miles. "Don't loose it or I'll brand it on your arm." She gave a last threat before pulling Yuu into the kaspa, Yuu's eyes fixed on Miles with despair before they vanished.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 31, 2016 19:57:20 GMT
"I wouldn't dare lose the number of a beautiful woman. Until we meet again!" Miles gives a small wave as Marika and Yuu disappeared into the kaspa, his face growing a wide smile once they were completely gone. He held out the number in front of his face, memorizing each digit like it was the secret code to a bank vault full of treasure. Once he's said the number in his head a dozen times, Miles places the note in his pocket and begins strolling away, picking up the suit he came here in on the way out. Finally...a successful plan to get close to Marika. Next step; be invited into the kaspa. The wide smile returned to the incubus's face as he walked out of the building, determined to see this to the end.
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