Thread: A Swift Beauty Meets a Slow Beast {darkest_fate&DeRe}

Ugh, even the man's smile made him look repulsive. Usually people looked better when they were happy or something, but this guy looked like some sort of strange creature that had just been tickled or something along those lines. He introduced the, well, Taylor couldn't help but think of him as creature first. Her eyes flicked to the hairy man, running quickly over him, sizing him up. She had to be at least a foot taller than him, if not more. Taylor knew she came a few inches short of six feet, quite tall for a woman, and almost all of that in leg. She swore this strange little Hobbit-esque creature would've had difficulties reaching for her chest. But no staring. Taylor forced her attentions upon her host. She pasted a charming smile as he reached up for her hand. The smile turned into a grimace as he seemed to lick it. What culture did that? Taylor certainly couldn't think of any off the top of her head, besides one word that popped immediately to mind perverts . He sounded polite, almost charming, but that made some sense. The man supposedly had an education, and he clearly had some money to put all this together. Doctor Prospero? The name sounded vaguely familiar to Taylor. I suppose that makes sense, Taylor allowed, again scanning the area, once more taking note of the various cameras. I had figured there would at least be a skeleton crew. I'm going to need some people for, like, makeup and the like later... she'd done the light touches on her own for this shoot. Just a little to make the eyes pop, to flesh out her striking cheekbones, add a bit of color. But surely they'd want someone more professional? No? And was the, no, don't think of him as a creature. He had a name Caliban. Was Caliban... staring? Taylor gave the little man a little smile, feeling like she should at least be friendly with it. The doctor continued. A chase. That really feels very-- Taylor began, only to stop as he patted the remote and insisted on her utilizing her creativity. Taylor sighed charity it was all for a good cause. Remember that. otherwise she'd have already walked away at just how unprofessional this whole thing was. There were expectations for this sort of thing, particularly if you were going to invite someone like Taylor Swift to come pose for you. And the way Prospero talked! You'd think he was directing a horrible B movie. Jumping, running, jiggling. What did Taylor even have that would jiggle? We're just starting? Well, ah, alright then, she looked to Caliban again. This just felt so wrong but, well, she had her direction and all. Should she scream or something? no, think playful. Like, think of him like a dog, yes, that was it. Come on Caliban! Taylor said, smiling and motioning toward the little man. See if you can catch me! She raised a hand then, waving it before turning. The girl started running, her booted feet having trouble finding purchase on the ground yet again. At least she could lunge forward, and her impressive stride certainly helped. She didn't want the chase to end too soon they had to get photos of it if nothing else. Taylor just wished she could quite shake this strange tingling she felt at the back of her neck, almost... almost like she was being watched or hunted or... or something.