Miss Bell & her modeling? /open/

[Isabel Pimm]

Bell had heard from Eric that Martin and Tritoni Inc. was the right place to go for modeling and such. So of course here she is.
She pulled up in her black BMW convertible, but with it up, and heater full blast for it was snowing. She flipped the mirror down for one last makeup check. She smacked her Rosy pink lips together to even out the newly applied lip gloss and slipped on her Juicy black sweater.
Shivering as she got out of the car she slipped her Chanel black purse on her shoulder and put her hood over her head. She wore her dark denim Rock and Republic jeans with black stilettos which the jeans covered most of them.

Bell walked up to the big glass doors swallowing hard hoping to get rid of the butterflies in her stomach. Swinging the doors open she glanced at her reflection to make sure she looked OK for her first impression.
Walking down the long first room to the marble desk where one of the employees sat she made the tip tap which ironically seemed to match her heart slowly rising up her throat.
"Hello, I'm Bell." she said to the lady at the counter resting her elbows on it, "I'm here hoping to get a signing" she said breathing deeply.

[Adrienne Kensington]

Adrienne had been jolted awake by her phone, the ringtone of which was Augustana's "Boston." It was her agent, calling to tell her than an important matter with her contract had come up and she needed to go over to Martin and Tritoni. They wanted to add a couple shoots on the Milan beaches to her visa, and she had to sign the papers. Great. Just great.

She had Helena, their Swedish cook, fix her a cup of coffee while she got ready. Her hair went up into a high ponytail, which she then straightened. Her bangs were blown dry and diffused with a Chi ceramic iron. Her outfit consisted of J Brand straight leg jeans, made famous by Angelina Jolie. Her top was Vivienne Tam--aqua and white prints on brown satin--and a babydoll. She placed thin, hammered-silver Tiffany hoops in her ears. Her shoes were Michael Kors platforms, slingback with a three-inch heel. They were made of dark caramel-colored leather. Her bag was matching and of the same designer. To make it warmer, she pulled on a white long-sleeved tee shirt under the babydoll top.

It was so Adrienne.

She grabbed her coffee on the way out the door, and then stepped into the elevator from her penthouse. They had their own--most penthouses did. She was at the cool, gilded gold lobby in no time, clutching her coffee like a lifeline as the doorman put her in a cab. She thanked him through the glass on the window as the yellow vehicle sped away.

Soon she was at Martin and Tritoni, walking towards the desk. She spotted a curvy brunette there, asking for a contract. Um, did she know it wasn't that easy? You had to have a portfolio, references from photographers and other models... stuff like that.

[Isabel Pimm]

The employee looked at her like she was an alien that didn't know the difference between Chanel and Gucci. Realizing that her nervousness had taken over and she was sounding like she had never modeled before, "Sorry, a bit anxious..." she said putting her thick black portfolio on the counter with her name 'Isabel Primm' incised on the cover. Inside, resting on the organized laminated photos was a few papers of recommendation from the previous agencies that she had been at and had only left for she moved. Also below each picture was who took it, where, with whom, and what agency. No, it wasn't needed but Bell just was trying to be prepared.

"...okay, well I guess I'll take a look.."the lady said sighing with the roll of her eyes as she took the portfolio. "Just so I can see that your here for a job and I'll send you to one of the agents to see if they like you, and if not your out of luck sweetie." Bell nodded and hoped that she wouldn't mess up around one of the agents.
It was different here than where she used to live. She hoped she could get herself to calmn down and be more professional, but that was always a problem for her.

[Mercedes Love]

Oh, god.

Here she comes. Mercedes, arm around a young blond girl, southeren looking, maybe 6’1’’.

“I’m sorry, darling. You’re just not good enough to fill shoes like that. Nazeia was a really pretty girl. Um. There is an agency in Boston, They were our openers for the last fashion walk we did. Maybe you should try there.”

Waving the girl off, Mercedes laid eyes on two other girl. One, Adrienne, she was like…the under dog here. Not top ranked yet. Well then again, it was her and Olivia that were considered top rank…wonder why? Skills, bitch. The second she wasn’t so sure off.

“May I help you?”

Cede asked in an all too business tone. Mercedes crossed her arms over her tight light pink sweater, and shifted her weigh from one round toe, stiletto pump from the other. Mercedes couldn’t help but look the two over. She had a feeling, someone maybe not be here to get a contract signed/or renewed. Hmm. Wonder who?

Mercedes, was then handed Adrienne’s file. Opening up the light pink cover, Mercedes paged through each of the pages, shifting her weight every so often, and sign at a couple of shots, every now and then, that could have been much better photographed. It was definitely timed to get a new Photographer.

[Scarlett Lehoux]

Adrienne raised an eyebrow as Mercedes Tritoni walked in with her arm around a blonde girl, who was clearly extremely upset. She was insulting the girl, but that was only Mercedes, she supposed. The twosome ran in the same circles and were in some ways alike, but they had never gotten the chance to become friends, enemies, or whatever was in between that.

"Actually, I'm here for a meeting with my agent, Aundrea. We're renewing the contract so that I can go to Milan next week and get some shots taken for an updated portfolio. Those are old." She waved her hand next to the black leather book Mercedes was currently holding. Still, the pictures were quite good and had been taken by renowned photographers around the world.

She looked back at the other girl, who was being lectured by the girl at the counter--Dawn. Adrienne knew her, from many instances at the modeling agency. She was generally quite rude to new models.

[Isabel Pimm]

Bell was handed back her portfolio and turned around to see who ever asked the question. Seeing who, and how pretty she was she all the sudden lost what to say. Only thinking here I go again.... for she really hoped that she could stop being so nervous with these type of things.


She waited and listened to what the otehr girl had to say, once she had finished Bell spoke up.
"Yea, you probably can" she said with a slight smile, "I'm Isabel Primm...but if you want you can call me Bell" she said sticking her hand out for a 'shake hands' greeting.
Maybe that wasn't the smartest thing to do, but she truly didn't know what to say.
"I was hoping to have my portfolio looked at and maybe get a signing." she said pushing her hair back behind her shoulder, trying to cover up on how nervous she was.
She never did do to well on the whole applying thing.

[Mercedes Love]

“Bell. Lovely. My office. Second door on the right, have a seat. I’ll be there in a second.”

Mercedes pointed in the direction she spoke of. Oh, someone’s feeling very incharge to day. Setting down Adrienne’s file, She took The one with the new girl’s name on it. Oh, my! She had nearly forgotten who else was here. Turing back to Adrienne, she had almost for gotten what to say.

“Oh. Right. She lefted. A minute ago. But she wanted to tell you that, instead of going alone, you’re gonna go with maybe one of our newer member’s or maybe one of the Elite.”

Removing a third book from Dawn’s desk, she handed it to Adrienne.

“Pick who you like. We’ll see if he or she is available.”

Nodding to Adrienne, Mercedes turned a walked after Bell. Closing the door behind them both, Mercedes set in her chair, across the desk form Bell.

“Now then, Bell. Let’s see this.”

Mercedes dropped the book on her black marble desk, and flipped it open.

The room Mercedes had lead her to was obviously Mercedes office. The walls her high and white, with a high ceiling, which let in rays of Morning winter sun. The walls were done in oversized black and whites of her and Olivia, and…wait. Who were the two newest in the conner. James and Scarlett? Hmm. Maybe Cede’s got some new friends.

[Isabel Pimm]

Bell nodded and walked off to her office, she opened the door and her mouth dropped at how nice it was. She closed her mouth as soon as it dropped afraid of anyone noticing. She sat down in the comfy chair in front of Mercedes desk. Crossing her legs she licked her lips and smacked them together waiting for her to come in.

Hearing Mercedes join her in the grand office she let a smile come across her face as she heard her words of "let's see this". She was a bit relieved that she was almost there to either being rejected or accepted, no more waiting and wrecking her nerves.
Though she did hope dearly that she was accepted.
She raised her head a bit and looked to see what pictures she was looking at, most are from Victoria's Secret, runways, magazines, and few from Gucci. She swallowed hard as she tapped her index finger on her folded hands resting on her legs.

[Adrienne Kensington]

"Sure. Thanks..."
She trailed off. She had been informed that the shoot was just by herself. Damn her agent. She didn't plan to choose one of the 'Elite,' so that she could be shown up--she was going to choose a guy model. It would make an excellent shoot, actually. Perfect for high fashion ads, and with the resort collections just coming out as well.

She lifted her head only to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear and to watch Mercedes and Bell walk down the hall. Okay. Bell didn't have the demeanor that a Martin and Tritoni model should have--it just wasn't working. They needed to be confident, sexy, self-assured. Not... timid. Not scared.

Adri thumbed through the pages, looking for good guy models. There were very few, but then she spotted Paris--a friend of hers, actually, from one shoot before. Her brown bangs came untucked again as she leaned closer to look at the pictures. He was excellent, really, and her decision was now made. If she had to chose a girl model, she would probably choose Olivia. They were opposites in body, but it would balance out well in the pictures.

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[Mercedes Love]

“Ok. So. Bell. You want to do…what? Well not runway. I’m head on the runway, and we need to cut some of our girls, not add them. Anything you want to try out with M&T, because I granutee it’ll be different from any where else you’ve been.”

Mercedes flipped a strand on black hair out of her face, and then crossed her legs. Starring at Bell, Cede mentally went over everything that was wrong with her, and everything that was right. There would be real ass-kissing to do, but she could make it. If she could suck it up, and take Mercedes the bitch, and Scarlett the beauty, and Olivia the amazing, as a full trio against her. Yea. She had a chance. Of what? Two in a thousand?

[Olivia Rodriguez]

Olivia brushed into the agency, it was not an everyday thing to come into the Martin and Tritoni business, but a couple of the elite girls had it. The power to dominate in all their shoots and show elegance and beauty in every shot, this is why Olivia had been chosen when she was younger. Back then everybody loved the tiny, petite frames of young women and know one wanted her. The tall, curvacious one. She had been accepted here and ever since she had been in shoots for Victoria's secret, Marie Claire, Elle.

Olivai was outfitted in a chic little gold Julie Haus metallic bubble dress. It is a short
short, metallic dress with 3 buttons and pin tucking at the bust. It was ruching at an empire waist a balloon bottom hem. She wore it over her old dark black splendid tights. Her feet were adorned in new black, suede Twelfth St. by Cynthia Vincent pumps.
The outift went well with the cute, gold, Marc by Marc Jacobs, distressed leather purse. It was a gift she had recieved earlier that month from her little sister, who had come to visit New York for a week.

Right now Olivia wasn't doing any shoots for anyone so she had some spare time to come down to teh Martin and Tritoni Agency. They would probably do a couple shots, maybe give her ideas for new looks and shoots. She saundered over to the lady at the desk. She was very proper and dressed in all black. " Hello, How may I help you?"

They were also very polite.
" Hi, I am Olivia Rodriguez, here to meet with John for a couple shots." She smiled down at her, she looked so fatigued and worn out, maybe she needed a compliment. " By the way, I love your bracelet." She grinned and climbed up the couple flights of stairs to John's office.

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[Adrienne Kensington]

Adrienne continued to flip through the compiled comp card book, settling herself into a cool white leather chair in the virtually all-glass ViP waiting room. Someone had seated her there, probably an intern that wasn't gorgeous enough to actually do anything but deliver coffee and--if they were lucky--man the desk. So many of these photos could have been better shot. Sometimes amateur photographers were excellent, sometimes they were downright shitty.

She looked up and saw Olivia at the desk. Adri only knew her first name from the comp card she had just looked at and various parties. The A-list knows the A-list, but she wasn't intimidated by it at all. Adrienne didn't get scared of things, and if she did--she wasn't up front about it, and she wasn't a suckup either.

[Olivia Rodriguez]

Olivia swiveled around at the sight of someone she knew. A gorgeous brunette was sitting on one of those plush, leather seats. She definitely knew her from somewhere, but she couldn't quite remember.

Adrienne. Ah, that's who it is, she had done a shoot once when Olivia was doing one also, they had talked a little during the break. NOt so much an intimate coversation, but there was definitely a polite " hello" and smile.

John would have to wait. She skipped back down the stairs, in her usual happy manner and went over to greet Adrienne. She smiled and sat down in a chair next to her. " Hey! I think we have met, Adrienne right?" Olivia eyed the book she had been flipping through, modeling photos. They were really good, and a lot better then some of the other people who modeled here. " Those shots are really good.., are you lookin for someone to have a shoot with? Mine aren't that great this year but you can take a look at them if you want." She shrugged and pulled out a think leather book, binded with a white satin fabric. As she handed her the book, she questioned and furrowed her brows. " Wait..are you from here, like New York?" Sheh adn't said this to be rude, she was truly taken aback by this girls form and just all togetherness. If that is a word of course. She definitely did not seem like those true snobby, New Yorkers.
Strange how you make fun of the people live with.

Olivia's Modeling shots:

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[Adrienne Kensington]

Adrienne flipped through a few more pages, not exactly seeing the photos, names, and measurements there. Ugh, this was so boring. After Mercedes got done with the obvious--speaking to Bell and telling her she had no future in the industry--she would be in a much, much better mood. For multiple reasons. You figure them out.

She looked up, as someone was speaking to her. It was Olivia. Adrienne propped a friendly smile on her lips. Olivia, on first glance, was gorgeous and appeared to be quite a bitch. Or maybe Adrienne was just assuming wrongly that all the elite models at Martin and Tritoni were bitches. However, the girl in front of her seemed bubbly and sweet, as she had during the shoots they had attended together.
"Yes, it's Adrienne. And you, of course, are Olivia." She laughed. "And no, I'm not from around here--I moved from London with my family."