cycleofages | 02 Bite ~ Pursuing a Passion ~ OPEN

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02 Bite ~ Pursuing a Passion ~ OPEN

Who; Elena Michaels & OPEN
What; Quick Hello and Photography
Where; Around HQ
When; September 1st - 16th
Warnings; Mentions of nudity in the last prompt.

VIDEO: Rec Room: September 1st

[Elena doesn’t usually use the video function on any phone but she assumed it’d be easier if those she spoke to knew what she looked like. Her hair is long and blond, her expression calm but guarded. She’s sitting at a table in the recreation room which is only obvious because the door to the pool can be seen behind her.]

Hello everyone. I was looking for volunteers and I figured it was best to take this chance to introduce myself. My name is Elena Michaels and like many others I arrived on the platform; though I’ve been here for about a month now.

[A pen twirls between her fingers as she continues.]

I’ve recently acquired a camera and I’m looking for models. I have at least one volunteer but more would really help. I’ll be in the Rec Room if you want to look at my photos before agreeing. Thank you.

[Elena flashes a charming smile before turning off her phone.]

ACTION: Rec Room or Cafeteria: September 6th - 14th

[She can be found in either the Rec Room or the Cafeteria for the next week with her new laptop placed in front of her. If she’s in the Cafeteria she’ll almost always have a cup of tea to her right which will slowly get cold as she forgets it’s there.

Elena is editing photos though she’ll stop if you decide to look over her shoulder. Her fingers move quickly over the mousepad as she changes the tint to the photos or fades around the edges. The subjects of her photos are mostly people, tastefully twisted and positioned so that the light shines off their bare skin. She doesn’t edit them, leaving their figures, flaws and emotions raw.

She wants to show the human form for what it is instead of the normal perception of beauty.]

ACTION: Photoshoot: September 1st - 5th
[ooc: WARNING: Mentions of nudity & other content.]

[To those who’ve agreed, Elena has set up in a small room with lights, black back drops and other equipment. Some of it is on loan and she needs to get it back to the man at the pawn shop if she wants her money back. The only nice piece equipment that looks very nice and very new is a camera which is strung around her neck.

She flashes a professional smile at those who arrive and closes the door behind them.] Glad you could make it. I need you to strip down. I brought a robe for in between shoots in case you get cold.

[She doesn’t want goose bumps in her shots.]

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[Pulse shifted as she directed, his body moving gracefully, and holding position as she asked. He had done this before, and he felt it easy, most of the time. Her words and her directions made it easy.]

Yes. I worked off and on for a few professionals in the past. None quite like you, but usually fun.

As interesting as you? Unlikely. [Still, he did as she asked, and grinned as he looked off, keeping his gaze intent, focused, as he gazed outward.]

Do you work to make contrasts of lights and shapes, or actual studies of the bodies?

[Elena watches the way he moves, the way his muscles flex and his eyes glint with a mischievous sort of inclination.]

Not quite like me? [She asks in an innocent voice while moving to crouch behind him. She lifts her camera and then spends a few moments focusing, adjusting and moving until the perfect picture filled her sights. She takes a few pictures and the soft click of her camera fills the otherwise silent room.]

A little bit of both. I want to use the light to show of my figures, their shapes and their struggles. The great thing about art is that it can be interpreted however the view sees fit.

[With those photos taken she moves and continues, she’ll eventually be standing above him and in front of him. He’ll come to find that all the pictures are tastefully composed and continue to leave wonder and mystery to his form.]

Not as attractive, or as professional. [He had noticed both aspects of her, in fact. He moved as directed, shifted as he was told, and sat, unmoving, his body unmoving but for slow shallow breaths, his body captured in the light and shadow of the place.

When she was close, well, she would discover that her closeness made his body react, to it's fullness, nostrils flaring, breathing deepening, and his cock growing to full size.]

Are these photos for an exhibition, eventually, or for your own showbook?

[Elena feels her smile widen though the expression is brief. She's back to focusing on her camera, her subject and the composition within the screen. He's a good model but she wonders if he can improvise.

Her gaze flicks down as she nears him though his cock otherwise goes ignored. She has work to focus on and she finds it's better that distracting things go ignored unless you want them to take up your whole focus.] I am having a meeting with a gallery owner in a week. I'm going to try and get a few samples there.

[Which her pictures taken she stands and walks back around him. Her eyes focus more on the black backdrop behind him.] Let's improvise. [She's curious about what he might do.] Can you face away from me, maybe kneeling and reach into the air like you're clawing. I'll let you take whatever licenses you want but I'll need you to be able to hold the position.

Sounds like a good plan.

[he moved as she directed, and shifted, moving into an almost animalistic stretch, something resembling a runner's leaping or stretching routine, but loose, even as the muscles stretch and turn, his hands out, one to the side and up, the other forward and up, reaching, clawing, his eyes on the illusory prize.

The new position does not diminish his erection at all. And in fact, now emphasizes instead his body in all its planes]

How's that?

Perfect. [The smile in her voice is audible as she moved to take pictures of his stunning figure. He can hear the steady rhythm of her breathing and the soft echo of her steps as her high heels click against the concrete floor.

Pulse is interesting and Elena allows herself a few glances south as she works. It's discreet with most of her focus remaining on her work.]

What other modeling jobs have you had? [Her voice teases lightly but otherwise remains professional.] You're very good.

[The number of models who can't follow specific or even general directions is infuriating.]

[Pulse settled more firmly in the new pose, energy running through him as he let his mind wander. But her presence, her sheer feminine energy, filled his senses, and he felt his body remaining quite intent.

He waited as she worked, letting himself just be aware of her, as a tiger might be aware of a prey it did not look at.]

Only one. I posed briefly for a painting class, during the late nineties. [He chuckled.]

And thank you. I have become very, very good at finding the maneuvers I need to do jobs. Lack of precision and self control leads to death, or life in prison, neither of which I like, personally.

[Elena feels the hum of energy rising in the room. Even so, she walks with purpose and moves with strength. There is a light reflection of humor in her gaze though as always, she's focused on her work first. She's determined to make this perfect. She moves to his left and kneels close to his side while angling the lens up at the curve of his chest and arm, the photo stops at his chin getting the firm lines of his jaw in the photo.]

That's almost to normal. [She remarks absently as the camera shutter clicks. She then stands, pushing her blond hair behind her ear.]

And what sort of jobs are those? Life in prison sounds like something illegal.

[Not that she minds, depending what the illegal act is. There are some things that Elena is very firm about while other rules she finds tedious.]

[The picture taking is oddly soothing, and he smiles as he watches and listens to her as she moves around him, getting close, but not too close.]

Both legal and illegal. I'm an art collector, and a procurer of rare things. Sometimes that involves going places and doing things not so legal, sometimes, it just involves using a lot of contacts.

An art collector? Sounds like fun. I'm used to a wide rang of laws so don't worry. [She flashes him a smile.] What do you think of my art? [Elena stands and walks over to her things. She quickly begins to switch out her lens and she grabs a red filter.]

Last position, [For this shot anyway.] Face me with your head turned to the left. Try to stand up straight with your arms comfortably at your sides. Feet standing shoulder length apart.

[She looks up at him with a smile.] Got that? [She then moves over to the lights and begins to adjust so it spills beautifully across his chest. She tries to keep her focus on her pictures.]

I enjoyed it. It was interesting to see art interests change as I traveled.

[He grins at her.] I like it. YOu make a lot of expression out of the images, the pictures, picking your spot, lighting, and aim well, and making for an energetic still.

[He moved and blew out a breath, head sliding into position, cock still high and hard as he felt her so close, heard her voice. His eyes flicked to her, and down her, then back to forward, a small smile on his face. Slow breaths pull that light in patterns across his chest, his belly, and down to frame his manhood.]

Whatever you need, Elena. [His voice was a little more husky.]

[Elena’s tongue glides across her lips as she moves next to his side. Her fingers grip her camera so she can peer through the tinted lens. She can feel his arousal and it’s getting increasingly more difficult to ignore. He holds a sort of power in the room, something she can feel humming against her skin, it was intriguing but she didn’t know the cost of her own curiosity. Hasn’t she gotten herself into enough trouble? The answer to that would most likely be no.

Her current photo set includes his chest, his shoulders, and his arms and if she angles just a little lower- No. She’s trying hard not to think about it and the way her camera cuts her view helps. She exhales a slow breath annoyed at her body’s response to him.

She liked being in control.]

It sounds interesting. I find art fascinating for a similar reason but I’m not a collector. [Her voice is thick though she plays it off as normal, keeping the conversation cool and easy.] You should be careful what you say. I’ve been known to get sudden bursts of inspiration in the middle of the night. I don’t think you’d want me knocking at your door after 1 am.

[Maybe not the best thing to say considering their current position. Inspiration does strike when she finds that she’s unable to sleep but her words can easily have two meanings.]

[Pulse held still, letting himself relax as much as he could, unable to control how aroused he was getting. Every moment she was nearby, it was becoming more difficult to sustain position and control. She made him feel like there was an energy between them, and he felt bad about it, in a way. She had not asked for some guy to get aroused while she was working, and while Pulse could be an asshole, he didn't consider himself sexist or at all that kind of prick.

Still, he did his best to stay in position, and found himself puffing out a breath only after her last words. And his erection jumped in reaction.]

I cannot imagine a situation in which I wouldn't enjoy that. I don't sleep normal hours often.

Why is that?

[She does remember him saying that about his sleeping habits. Elena crouches down, putting herself at eye level of his erection though she focuses on her camera. She takes a few shots from beneath him and then moves to the adjacent side to get a few shots of his back. After about five minutes she stops and beings to remove the filter from her camera. She takes a few more shots before pausing and taking a small step closer.]

You're done. I have all the pictures I need for now. [She shrugs and takes a small step away from him. She can smell him and he probably doesn't know the effect it's having on her.] Until I'm inspired again.

Because I find being around you, and talking to you, both pleasant and fun. Because I think you are sexy as hell and wouldn't mind being around you, any time. Because I like your smile.

[Released, he turned to her, and stepped in, catching one hand of hers and lifting it to press a kiss to it.] Anytime, anywhere. I'm your man, Elena.

[He purrs the words, especially her name, and his eyes show the rather large amount of passion he is feeling as he lets go of her hand.]

[Elena is used to being complimented however there is one part of his description that stands out to her; her smile. Her gaze meets his and she feels the passion in his eyes as if it's a physical presence in the room, as if its in his breath as he presses a kiss to her hand.

She exhales a slow breath feeling warm spread through her frame.]

Do all the girls fall for that?

[She asks in a light tone though her eyes are daring. His passion reminds her of something and as much as she wants to touch it there is hesitation to do so. She knows herself well enough to know she'll fall into such a feeling and if it's anything like the last time she'll drown in it.]

[Pulse chuckles at her words, and shakes his head.] You'll have to tell me. This is the first time I've said that, Elena.

[And it was true. He had been sometimes flirtatious, sometimes roguish, but he hadn't made an offer like that before. To anyone.

And that was in his eyes as well.]

I have trouble believing that.

[She tries to keep her voice light but it's thick and a little husky. She can feel her own desires stirring in her chest: desire, passion, affection. She places her camera down and turns her shoulders to face Pulse.] I can't be the first girl's smile to catch your attention.

[Elena can tell that he means it and that feeling confuses her. She feels emotions stir in her chest and she pushes them away uncomfortably.]

You're a little hard to ignore too. [She's pointed keeping her gaze on his face and not allowing it to wander further south.]

I've liked women before, even loved them. I've hardly been chaste. But Rarely have I ever been... as effected by anyone as I am by you.

[She was electric, and he could feel a desire and attraction, but also felt maybe he was pushing, and he nodded, and stepped back.]

Perhaps we could discuss that over dinner? [He reached for his shorts.]

[Elena exhales as he reached for his shorts. She wants him but she's also thankful for the space. It helps her think.]

Dinner sounds great. [She flashes him a smile, her head tilting to the side.] Though you'll be the first model that I've agreed to go out with.

[Her tone is a little lighter though she's being completely serious. She prefers to keep professional work and personal interactions separate.]

[He slid into the shorts, breathing, even as it is a tight fit because some parts of him do not want to behave.]

We're in a different situation than I've ever been in before, and I imagine the same is true for you. I think new things are allowed.

[He gives her a smile, a warm one.] When are you free, oh beautiful artist?

[Elena laughs softly and slowly begins to put away some of the small, loss, pieces of her equipment. She can hear her heartbeat in her chest and the electricity has yet to ebb though she feels more at ease than she had a moment ago.]

I'm getting used to new things in this place.

[She feels herself returning his smile.]

I'm free most nights. [Being here has freed up her schedule a lot.] How about next week? [That'd give her time to figure out what to wear. She'd never been big on fashion and she's suddenly missing her best friend.]

Next week sounds perfect. [He smiled, at her, then turned, before stopping.] Thank you.

[Then he started away again, grinning widely, and bouncing in his step, eyes dancing with... hope.]

[Elena smiles.] You're welcome.

[She watches him go before she finishes packing up the rest of her equipment. She needs to return it and now go shopping.]

[ooc: we can backdate a date or just have it be now-ish and that they had to push it back or we can handwave it. Let me know <3]

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