Thread: Fashion Gone Goth [ xMILENKOx & Juicy Fresh ]

As Daphnee dominated the situation and began to bark orders this was when Paul Grow had entered the room ecompanied by his best freind Red Herking, Chief Executive Officer. The two men watched Daphnee work, Paul was not impressed and personally would have prefered to be elsewhere while Red on the other hand was keen to show off the company's new asset. That asset was Daphnee, though with a quick glace at Paul, Red grew nervous and this got worse once Daphnee noticed Paul. With a smug grin and a finger slideing his shades down to the tip of his nose to reveal pale blue yet almost grey eyes Paul quickly examined Daphnee before letting out a disapointed sigh. She was far from what he was expecting and wanting, then with athe same finger his shades were pushed up to cover his eyes again before Paul looked down at Red and shook his head. What the fuck is this red... you find her on the corner turning tricks? Paul grinned in amusement at his little comment on Daphnee's appearance. While Red looked to the floor slightly ashamed of his freind. No Paul this is Daphnee Cynthia Cole our new Executive Director of the Photography Department!.. Red replied as he raised his head and gave Daphnee a sweet smile before looking back up at Paul. Paul towered over Red, standing at 6 feet 4 inchs as apposed to Red's 5 feet 10 inchs. Their builds also differed, Paul had the body of football player an obvious sign of his vanity and urge to look god like, while Red was of average build. Paul was 46 years of age and made an effeort to try and beat nature, he had more cosmetic surgery than all his female models put together all in the hope to look forever young and it had paid of but then if you can afford the best, the best is what you get. Though his vanity couldnt stop him going bald, something he liked to tell people he did gracefully. His almost chisled jaw was decorated with a well gromed black goatee beard with his sides clean shaven. Paul's mighty frame was clad in a fine italian casual suit that had cos more than most tuxedos and yet it didnt look it. It was a simple cream coloured blazer jacket with matching trousers, black italian leather shoes and a black silk shirt beneath with the top few buttons undone to reveal well groomed chest hair and three golden chains he wore around his neck. Paul liked to think of himself as some kind of god like roman emporer and wasted no expense to show off what he had, chains matching the ones around his neck hung from his wrists and golden rings covered most of his fingers. he also owned a golden crown that he wore on special occasions such as his birthday when his ego was at his peak. Though unlike Daphnee, Pauls body was not tattooed or peirced though it had, had its fair share of surgical alteration. Red however was not a narsacist, he was only 42 an was lucky enough to have kept his hair and youthful looks without the need of a surgeon. His short red hair from which he got his name was spiked in a stylish way and had recently had blond highlights put through it. His dark brown eyes were framed by a pair of thick black framed glasses and his face was clean shaven. Red was dressed simply in a red shirt, a pair of black trousers and black converse sneakers. No need to sugar coat it Red, shes just here to make the pictures nice and pretty for the magazines!..b Paul replied as he continued to ignore Daphnee's existance and simply use Red as a middle man between the two of them. Red again looked down to the floor and sighed, Paul often embaressed Red when in public but between them Paul was alot different when they are alone. Come on Paul shes doing a great job so far... Red responded in Daphnee's defence. Paul still stood there like some kind of superior being watching over his little empire behind his dark shades. So Daphnee hows the shoot going? Red asked trying to save this plane crash of a first impression.