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PostPosted: Thu May 20, 2004 12:59 pm    Post subject: A little PR never hurt the Elf, Cont.. Reply with quote

Date: 2/19/2004 7:29 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: LisanaMTiralis

Photo Shoot
By Lisana and Pslyder

   Felicia arrived at the Bras N Boxers Gym at around 9:30 that morning. Helping the crew set up everything that would be needed for the photo shoot with Pslyder. It was a rush to get the ad campaign going. The Unmentionables needed the exposure and Pslyder was having an amazing rookie season. The work out area was lit up, the lights were placed around a single ring. Everything was set up and the array of morning goodies was set out for everyone by the caterer. The two outfits she had chosen for Pslyder were laying over a chair set aside for him.

   A few last minute idea sessions with the photographer, going over exactly what they expected and what she would not allow to happen with this photo shoot. It was an endorsement of an energy bar, not something to show off the elf like a piece of meat in a butcher's shop. The photographer held his hands out in ascent. He wasn't going to argue with the head of the O'Connell Agency. That was a sure way to get yourself black-listed where talent was concerned.

   Felicia looked up as Lisana stepped out of the office. Her friend had to get here to let her in and now it seemed she was leaving. A wave to the blonde mother-to-be as she headed out. Felicia told the crew to get their last minute stuff taken care of. They had about ten minutes before Pslyder was to be here. She on the other hand took the opportunity to take a better look around the Gym. There was better equipment now. It looked like it was a rather comfortable place for team meetings and such. The lounging area was very tastefully done. A nod to herself as she smiled. She really didn't expect anything less. The name of the team might lead one to let their imagination run but she could see that everything was very professionally and tastefully done. Not that she didn't expect Lisana to do it any other way. One thing the blonde did have was an accute fashion sense, be it for her wardrobe or decorating her home or place of business. A sigh left her lips. She turned at the sound of the door opening and put on a smile as she saw Pslyder come in. "Well good morning Sunshine!" Unfortunately for the elf, Felicia was obscenely cheery in the mornings.

   He'd shown up as promised in a tee-shirt and sweats, and didn't really mind the cheeriness.  He was like that himself some mornings.  "G'mornin' t'you too, Miz O'Connell."  He smiled at her, his still slightly damp hair falling straight down his back.  He set his travel mug of coffee down on the counter and looked around at all the preparations that were going on.  He smiled again, this time to himself.  He'd changed a lot since coming here.  In his old life, exposure like this would've been a death sentence.  Here, he wasn't the cypher in the system anymore.  He shook himself out of his revirie and hung his trademark jacket over the back of a nearby chair.

   Today's outfit was sensible, she was going to be doing a lot of bending and squatting so a pair of navy slacks and a loose fitting white button up shirt with the cuffs rolled up to mid forearm was her choice. Along with a pair of loafers. She nodded to Psly, heading over that way. Pointing towards the chair. "We are gonna do two seperate shoots. One of you in the practice area working out. The other of you in the ring with your sword in a few stances. I brought some clothes that I had Lisana's help in picking out. But I think they will work for what we need to get done." The sound of something breaking had her whipping her head around, red hair whipping to smack the elf in the face. "Be careful with that!" Glancing back at Pslyder. "Sorry, go ahead and change into the shorts and muscle shirt for the work out area, we'll do that one first. If you have any questions or suggestions feel free. If at any point your uncomfortable doing any pose let me know."

   Nodding, he took up the clothes she'd indicated, and went into the locker room to change quickly.  A few minutes later, he strolled back out again and headed for the exercise area.  Making sure his flare compensation was up to maximum to fend off the camera flashes, he took a quick look around and waited for the inevitable instructions.  Figuring now was as good a time as any, he started in on his stretching routine to warm up a bit.

   Felicia smiled, watching him. A motion of her hand had the photographers going at him from different angles. Catching him while he was warming up. The shorts showed the musculature of his legs but at the same time covered everything and were modest. The muscle shirt left his shoulders and arms bare for the most part, showing off the elf's musculature and giving just a bit of eye candy in muscle tone to those that would see the pictures in the adds. Felicia nodded again as she motioned to Psly. " Just act natural, be natural. Though don't punch so fast that it's a blur in the picture. In other words try not to look like your posing. Go to it, Sunshine!" She found herself a chair close by but out of photo range and settled into it. Arms folded loosely over her chest as she watched. Supervising was the easiest of  the many jobs being someone's Agent entailed.

   He barely heard her as he went into a vigorous workout session.  Keeping his movements slow and steady to start, his fists thumping against the bag in a smooth rhythm.  He kept this up for a good twenty minutes before putting the speed into the mix.  He finally stopped when the photographer bemoaned that he just couldn't focus on the movements.  A brief thought of suggesting a time-lapse style photo passed through his mind, but it wasn't his job to suggest it.  A slight rush of wind helped to dry the sweat off of him as he looked to Felicia.  "A'ight, whaht's next on tha list?"  He eyeballed his jacket and the twin katanas sticking up out of it, wondering which they'd want.  Single bokken, or twin blade.  If they chose the twin blade approach, he would definitely give them a good show.  He strolled over to where the other set of clothes were, giving them a good inspection.

   "Now we get you in the ring. Those are the shots we need the most." She gave the photographer a patronizing smile. "Jimmy dear, time lapse, use your brain I know you have one." It was said in the sweetest of voices but one look at the suddenly pale face of the photographer and you could tell that he had struck a nerve with Felicia and she wasn't about to put up with it. The clothes for him to wear in the ring were black silk pants and a matching black silk shirt that had wooden togs for fastenings. Very stylish they were eastern in design and concept. They would allow for maximum movement and flow of body while he was in the ring, but would give subtle definition to the play of his muscles as well. " I think the twin blade will be the best way to go." Giving a glance to Pslyder, the arch of the brow made the statement come off more as a question. Not really asking but more wanting his agreement.

   He grinned, thinking she really could read his mind.  He took the outfit into the locker room to change, taking a rather quick shower in the process, and drying off with another flow of warm air.  Dressing carefully, he slid out of the locker room and over to his jacket, drawing the twin katanas and leaping into the ring.  He eased into his stance, clearing his mind of everything but the movement of the blades as he went through his practice katas.  Adding a personal touch to the shots, he invoked the powers of his key to let electricity play up and down the metal as the blades swished through the air.  Time seemed to slow to a crawl for him as he moved, not even noticing the flashes from the cameras.  This time, he didn't stop until the kata was complete, and he bowed to an unseen opponent, the silk flowing in the breeze he'd invoked.  He looked over to Felicia and the main photographer and smiled.  "How wuz thaht?  Or do we need ta do it again?"  A stray thought of doing something with her that had nothing at all to do with publicity flashed through his mind, but was quickly throttled down before it could show on his face.

   She had watched it all, her eyes sliding over his form, every move was watched, analyzed. Sure there was a bit of appreciation for his looks in her smile but other then that it was all business. When he finished she glanced to Jimmy who gave a smile and a nod. That pale green gaze was turned back to Pslyder. "No we don't need to do it again. Jimmy got everything we need in that one shot." She made a circular motion with her hand at the crew and they began the task of breaking everything down. Putting it away and cleaning up to leave the Gym exactly how they had found it. " We are done, you did great. These are gonna look really good. We should have the prints tomorrow. I'll bring them by and leave them with Lisana if I see her. Or you if you're here. You can circle the ones you like best and we'll use the ones that we both circled. Sound good to you?" She was standing. Pulling out the mobile to send the page to her driver. "By the way the tux is in the office. Seven-thirty tonight."

   He just grinned and nodded.  "Lookin' forward to it, Miz O'Connell."  He resheathed the blades and headed back to the locker room for a good shower and soak in the sauna.  After a workout like that, he could use the downtime.  When he came back out of the locker room, everyone was already gone.  Looking into the office at the tux, he sighed.  "Great. . .Ah hate monkey suits. . ."  Sighing again, he went out to do some last minute shopping for what he thought he might need on the evening, including, of all things. . .a haircut.
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