Roof, Saturday Afternoon

[life_inshadow]

America's Next Top Model Tara Maclay -- in lingerie, full makeup, and tottering heels -- was posing along the edge of the roof.

It was cold on the roof, and a little high up, but that was okay. This was for art, or at least a Cover Girl contract. Tara smized and tooched her booty just that little bit more. She was not going to be the contestant who flamed out in the first shoot of the season.

"I've wanted to be a model ever since I was little," she told no one in particular during a break from filming. "And I know I can beat the other girls. The lesbian thing ... I don't want that to define me this cycle. You know? I want to be Tara, the really good model, not Tara, the gay girl." She fiddled with the straps of her negligee thing, as if all of this required considerable concentration. "At least, unless one of the other girls is into me."

And then it was time for her to get back to working it and being fierce.

[OOC: For all our Top Models and anybody else who wanders up!]

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[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

The assistant would bring the Evian in a crystal goblet, because Seifer had trained him well.

"Some of them don't even have that much of a backbone. I predict a lot of 'no, not her!' wailing when it happens. Seriously, who do we have to bribe with sexual favors to get a real bitch to liven things up?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

And that's part of why those assistants got hazard pay.

"If I knew that, do you think we'd be shooting on this island, instead of Milan?" Parker glared at the assistant, taking the crystal goblet. "How do they think they'll thrive in this industry if they're not willing to cut each other to survive? With actual knives?"

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

"But Parker, haven't you heard? Nice is in, throwing cell phones at your assistants is out!" Seifer joked.

"Oh, that one is so going home today," he said, glooking over at the next victim model hopeful.

"I mean, that outfit. Really?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"They're just lucky someone stole my whip," Parker bitched. "Dear Goddesssss, is that girl blind? Stupid? Trying to look like this is a hoe-down? Or a down-home 'ho?" FACEPALM. EPIC FACEPALM.

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

"I'll buy you another one for Valentine's Day. Buffalo or deer hide?"

Seifer winced. "I don't know if cowboy boots would make it better or worse."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"I could be modeling for Sports Illustrated instead of trying to impart my wisdom to these clueless klutzes."

On Monday, Parker would just be glad she hadn't done that.
She guzzled her Evian, and said decisively, "Buffalo. It's more environmentally aware. Seifer, you're the only person here who appreciates me." Or he just faked it a lot better than others.

[knight-fatali.livejournal.com]

Faking and understanding, combined.

"All right, but just remember our insurance won't cover you if you actually hit anyone with it."

That poor PA.