Katherine. (lapislazuli) wrote in haunted_roads, @ 2008-02-25 18:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | abigail, anthony |
WEEK TWO: TUESDAY
WHO; ABIGAIL & ANTHONY
WHEN; Tuesday 11th Feb. (evening)
WHERE: The Towers - Anthony's condo
WHAT; Abby responds to ads placed on college noticeboards. This is a bad idea.
RATING; ? M?
She didn't need money. Her Father sent her plenty, every month, but something about that just didn't sit well with her. He paid for her apartment. He paid for her university tuition. He paid her bills, paid for her groceries, her clothes...and there was always a sizable amount left over for entertainment, or incidentals. And that bothered her. It wasn't that she objected to getting a free ride, necessarily. I mean, wasn't that what everyone wanted? It was more that it felt suspiciously like her Father was trying to plug up the emotional holes in their relationship with big fat wads of cash. And that bugged her.
She'd been thinking for awhile about getting a job. Obviously, it would have to be something that wasn't terribly time consuming - she was still studying, and couldn't manage anything full time, or anything too stressful. She didn't want to work in food - what little self respect she had dictated that flipping burgers was not a viable career option. And she didn't want anything that was going to bore her to tears.
She'd been combing the paper, notice boards, online job search sites and so on, for awhile, looking for something fun, easy and well-paid. Something she could do casually, and something where the work wouldn't follow her home. Nothing had really jumped out at her. She'd briefly considered a career as an exotic dancer, and then remembered that she had two left feet, and would probably fall off the podium. Besides, the idea of old men reeking of booze sticking dollars in her thong wasn't exactly appealing. In fact, the mere idea of wearing a thong wasn't particularly appealing.
Then she'd come across it, on her way to one of her classes on Tuesday afternoon. An ad posted on one of the university message boards. Models wanted for a local photographer. She'd been hesitant, initially. After all, 'photographer' usually meant something like 'amateur porn producer', and 'artistic' generally meant 'if we don't see your parts, you're not getting paid'. But she'd actually recognised a few of the sample shots the guy had included in the ad - a few commercial shots that she'd seen whilst leafing through magazines in the doctor's office. Surely that meant he was legit? Besides, the address he gave was one of the condos in her apartment building. She could at least go along, and see what the deal was. If it all went badly, she only had to run down a few floors to the safety of her own apartment.
She still couldn't quite believe she was doing it, when she found herself in front of a highly polished wooden door, several floors above her own apartment's level. She swallowed heavily, tucking an errant lock of hair behind her ear, tugging awkward at the hem of her white dress. She hadn't exactly dressed up - the outfit was smart casual, maybe...innocent looking. A kid at her highschool had told her, once, that it made her look like a bride of Dracula. She figured that would do, for a striking look.
Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand to the door, and knocked, loudly.