[(After)Life: Nel & Mars] Who: Mars & Nel What: First day of work Where:(After)Life When: Nowish Warnings/Rating: Nel intends to eat no one during this log
Nel had just finished a shoot. Her client, a high-fashion model from New York, was now safely in the limousine that had brought her from the Capital's airport to Repose; the too-thin waif was now nothing save a memory on gelatin emulsion.
The shoot had been a rather early one, but one did what one needed to do. Models were notoriously difficult to accommodate, and waking early was nothing to Nel. She wasn't a sleeper at all these days, and night rolled into morning light with little notice on her part. She'd even forgotten that Mars was coming, and this was precisely why she required an assistant. Her choice of assistant was, of course, rather deliberate. She knew Lear was spending quite a bit of time with Mars, and she'd a vested interested. Also, the girl had proved somewhat interesting during the entire Christmas gift exchange, which was all the more reason to bring her into the fold. Nel seldom found anyone unrelated to her truly interesting, but she was curious as to what her brother saw in this one little girl living in this one little town.
Currently, Nel was sitting on her couch in white, knee over knee and feet bare. She'd not yet begun to process the day's film. Instead, she was seated, a drink in her hand and a cigarillo burning down in the ashtray beside her. The door was unlocked, and moody music played as Nel paged through a magazine, one which featured her work on the cover and center spread.