Amelia Pond (whosscared) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-04 14:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, amy pond, mako |
Who: Amy Pond and Mako
When: Thursday Morning
Where: Modeling Studio
What: Modeling. Talking.
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
It was rare that Mako was asked to come model somewhere that was not just a sandy beach. Normally, he did shoots that had to do with sports: volleyball in particular. He’d done some silly calendar type stuff in the past, all that.
But this was one of the first times he’d been asked to show up to an actual studio. It was a new company for him -- someone that’d gotten his face and his number from his agent and had given him a call. And Mako wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth there -- it was a job. And a good one.
He was told to go to the make-up room and wait for someone to attend to him.
So he did.
Amy came in a moment later and took the chair next to his. “You must be Mako,” she said, giving him her award-winning smile. It was far too early in the morning for her, so she was in sweats, hair tied up in a sloppy bun, and a coffee cup clutched between her hands. “I’m Amy.”
And yet, even through all the mess that she was kind of in, Mako was no fool. She was clearly a model here, too. No amount of sweat pants could hide the fact that Amy was, well, really pretty.
“Hey,” he greeted, spinning around in his chair a little. “Yeah, I’m Mako.” he gave a half smile and looked bemused. “I--think we’re working together today?”
“Hi.” Amy said, finally, giving him a nod and a smile. She shifted the coffee cup into one hand and held out the other for him to shake. “Yeah! Uh... the new line for the summer, I think. You’re the love interest.” She said, giving him a playful wink. It was fun. They’d put Amy in the colors for summer, and then she and Mako would pose for some pictures, playing off the idea that women bought make-up to make them more attractive to men, etc.
It was all a little ridiculous, Mako thought, even as he shook Amy’s hand. He wasn’t really sure what the appeal was for most people, looking at glossy pictures in whatever magazine they ended up in. But he supposed he shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, considering he’d been found by an agent and hadn’t had to really work very hard to get where he was now. Money was money, and some people had to do much harder jobs in order to get it.
“Well,” he said, grinning. “I’m sure we’ll make a lovely couple.”
Amy laughed. “I know we will. Especially after the make-up and costuming folk do their magic.” She loved that part. The part where the ladies came in, slathered her with make-up, and made her pretty. And then she got to wear perfect and expensive clothes, and become a living doll for a bunch of pictures... and she got paid really, really well for it.
She sipped from her coffee again. “I just hope they don’t have us in bathing suits. It’s too cold for that shit.”
Mako had to laugh at that one, even though he was a little awful. “That’s my bread and butter,” he said, sounding almost ashamed about it.
Another laugh escaped her at his words. “Well, yeah. It was mine. Now MakeMeNew wants me for my face, which is a nice change.” She paused, wondering what they were in store for today. “You’ve never done a photoshoot with this Langdon guy, have you?” The photographer they were working with today. “I hear he’s good.”
Mako shook his head, and grinned a little abashedly. “Not that I know of,” he said. “But I don’t pay much attention. This is -- well. I usually just stand around on a beach and pretend to play volleyball instead of actually playing it.” Maybe he’d gotten bumped up the ladder a little more than he’d known. Korra, he knew, would have a complete shit-fit about it. They’d probably row, when she accused him of being a mindless pretty-boy. And then she’d kiss him. It would be amazing.
“They’ve been spending a lot of time focusing on my eyes or my lips, depending on what they’re selling.” Amy said, giving a little shrug. “I don’t get to do a lot of pretend volleyball on the beach,” she added, grinning. “Though, I heard them saying something about how they’re trying a new tactic with this campaign.”
The make-up girl came in just then and crossed the room, smiling at the both of them. She moved to the first mirror and turned on the lights all around it, then started to prepare whatever make-ups she’d need to paint Mako’s face for the shoot.
Mako was used to a little make up, but nothing like the box of stuff that this woman had pulled out. He gave Amy a look that clearly said he might need some saving some time soon. Was he allowed to talk? He didn’t even know.
Amy simply grinned at him over the rim of her coffee cup, letting him sit in awkwardness for a moment as the girl evened out his tone and gave him a little more color. Or whatever it is that make-up people do.
“You’re getting off easy,” Amy said, amused by his predicament. “I mean, you should see what they’re gonna do to me.”
When the woman paused on his face to reload make up on her brush, Mako took the opportunity to speak. “I’m sure I will see that. I might laugh about it too, since you see amuse--” he was cut off the the make-up lady again, who seemed to find his plight amusing.
Amy laughed when he cut off. “All right, all right, you’re allowed.” She said, giving a gentle shrug and sipping from her coffee cup. She’d have to finish it before the make-up artist could start. “I have a feeling we’ll be doing plenty of laughing today, so it’s good to get an early start.”
The make-up lady was very young, but she was really really good at what she did. She didn’t take too much longer working on Mako, then turned her attentions to Amy.
Mako eyed himself in the mirror in front of him, looking at the job that’d been done to his face. It was -- well. It was a lot of make up, but it more or less looked natural. Except for that slight undertone of eyeliner. Oh, god. He was wearing eyeliner. “Wow,” he said.
Amy wanted to laugh. But she couldn't. She gave a little snort, and while the girl was working on her eyes, she spoke. "She's good, isn't she?" She asked. And fast, too, as the make-up girl moved on to Amy's lips.
Later, Mako might realize that their make-up woman had a wicked sense of humor, despite not being very talkative. He watched with a sense of lost wonder as she worked on Amy’s face. Amy was already pretty, but damn. “Yeah,” he said after a minute -- sitting up a little straighter in his chair. “I’m pretty now.” he was grinning.
Amy let the make-up gal do her job, then gave a wave to the hair guy when he came in. There wasn’t a lot of hair stuff to do, she’d had the blow-out yesterday, so she just needed a brief style. And the hair guy turned to Mako to work on his head, too.
Finally, Amy’s lips were dry, and she could talk again while the hair guy was doing his thing. “You were always pretty,” she said, even though a couple of minutes had gone by.
Not that Mako had a whole lot of hair to deal with, it was pretty short. He ended up with one of those sticky-uppy bang deals that people tended to think looked nice. “Yes,” he agreed with Amy, because why shouldn’t he? He knew he was good looking. But it wasn’t like he tried or anything. “But thank you.”
They made a fairly odd couple, but Amy wasn’t going to question what MakeMeNew wanted to do with their summer campaign. The hair expert fixed her up, letting her long, red hair fall perfectly around her shoulders.
“You’re welcome.” Amy said, giving him a grin. “Now, let’s go figure out what they want us to do for the shoot. I wanna get this over with so I can go home and nap.”
Maybe the company just wanted more diversity? Redhead plus an Asian? Something? Mako shrugged and stood up. “Right? Let’s get this over with, then.” He was grinning though, and kind of excited.
Amy stood as well. She’d been teasing, of course. “Welcome to the world of cosmetics modeling. I’m sure you’ll fit right in.” She led the way out of the trailer.