Post by tank on Mar 10, 2007 15:36:51 GMT 1
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~1 week ago~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Thats it!, right now tilt your head forwards a little" a very energetic photographer said in a loud excited voice to me.
It was my latest shoot. I was on my own this time, holding a rather large boulder above my head with one hand. It was of course made from foam and painted to look like the real thing but hey it had the same effect. I tilted my head as he instructed, My ice cold misty blue eyes pierced his camera lens, the shutter working frantically as the photographer continued on hitting the little button at the top of his camera, as if it was the end of the world.
I changed to a different pose so i was looking off camera. The boulder now at my feet, a look of disgust on my face as if the boulder was not heavy enough and was not worth my time. A long white silk piece of light fabric covered my frame. My upper body visible but my lower body was covered. It was a pleasant photo shoot, The photographer had a wild imagination but it matched with my physic so i had quite a fun time, parading around the set tensing my muscles and grinning with my big smile. I saw my agent of to the side. His face was grim which was well, unexpected. The shoot was going to get a double page spread in the latest fashion magazine, promoting exercise and healthy products, plus what to wear to made you look either more muscular or thinner. It was worth a rather large undisclosed amount of money and he usually was well happy.
After the shoot was wrapped up and i shook hands with the crew i walked back to the dressing room, knowing my agent would be there waiting for me. I opened the door and walked in. I shrugged off my upper body clothing and hung it on a rack that was provided. As expected my agent was in a chair, his shoulders low and his head being held in his hands. Something was up.
"Max whats up dude? Come on don't try to beat around the bush either, what is up?" I would say in my British accent, an authoritative tone also.
"Huh? oh its ermm... Patrick its Bobby, he was arrested last night. He is being a dick again, asking me to bail him out. You know what he is like pat, only this is serious, he is on a attempted rape charge. My own son! attempted rape, its a disgrace to the family." He whimpered trying to keep himself together.
"Rape!. You have to be kidding max, bobby is a wild fire yea but attempted rape are you serious?" I would reply my attention fully on max. Bobby was a friend of mine. He was known to be a nutter at times but he had never shown any sign that he would dip as low as this.
Max moved from the chair. His shoulders still low, his head now in his right hand, he was pacing up and down the room. He was lost i could tell.
"Yes pat, its rape. There is no way he could of done something like this... wait the publicity, can you imagine that! no we can't have that Pat! it will ruin the business, we live off good publicity; you know that of all people, if this leaks out then we will be ruined, the business will go under, the models will leave... Pat help me please!" He pleaded, coming close tears welling up in his eyes.
What he had said had hit a nerve with me. What he said was true and i did agree with him fully. But help him? Well i would need something out of that if i was going to. I didn't do much out of generosity.
"What do i get if i help you?" I would ask very interested in what he would put on offer to me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~3 days ago~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I walked down a empty street away from the police station. Bobby was OK, he was ruffled up though. They had brought him in from the hospital, the girl who he had tried to rape had back up. Big back up by the sounds of it. 7ft tall or something. So now my little so called help taken a new light. My original mission of sorts had changed dramatically. My agent had not taken the new thats his son had been beaten to a pulp lightly and man how i was grateful that he didn't. I had $1000 dollars up front for what i had planned and well that was just perfect. I needed it. That plus my fee from he shoot would keep me happy for a few months until either i won, stole or earned abit of more cash.
With the new plan made and memorized. I went into action, my target known. Someone who you wouldn't of guessed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Today~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the information i had gotten from both the police and Bobby i had a rough picture of my first target. Blonde was a key factor but then hell a lot of people where blonde. Hot was another key factor that sprung to mind, then that didn't help either but the part the most useful part always helped. Rebecca. Her name was Rebecca. So a hot blonde called Rebecca eh? Not hard. I had an actual sketch of her that Bobby did, Lucky he passed with an A at art. And the human expression was his specialty.
So with my picture in hand and a little to medium knowledge on who i was after to set off. Knowing where to go. I spotted my target at the school first. It was easy to hide as i was student there as well so i could get on with my day as if nothing had happened at all. I followed her also. Keeping my distance. Getting in a car and following her before parking and following her by foot. Changing my transportation ever so often before the time came. I took my chance and just hoped that it would work out.
I approached her with a friendly smile, my body relaxed as if i was a passer by. A map in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. It was still light, which may cause a problem but the street we where on lead to some woods, which was very convenient.
"Erm, excuse me miss." I would say in my British accent, it helping me. "I'm new here, I'm a tourist you know. Erm could you help me with some directions?" I would say. My voice sounding innocent and my body language not threatening. I would seem a little nervous that i was taking to a complete stranger.
"Thats it!, right now tilt your head forwards a little" a very energetic photographer said in a loud excited voice to me.
It was my latest shoot. I was on my own this time, holding a rather large boulder above my head with one hand. It was of course made from foam and painted to look like the real thing but hey it had the same effect. I tilted my head as he instructed, My ice cold misty blue eyes pierced his camera lens, the shutter working frantically as the photographer continued on hitting the little button at the top of his camera, as if it was the end of the world.
I changed to a different pose so i was looking off camera. The boulder now at my feet, a look of disgust on my face as if the boulder was not heavy enough and was not worth my time. A long white silk piece of light fabric covered my frame. My upper body visible but my lower body was covered. It was a pleasant photo shoot, The photographer had a wild imagination but it matched with my physic so i had quite a fun time, parading around the set tensing my muscles and grinning with my big smile. I saw my agent of to the side. His face was grim which was well, unexpected. The shoot was going to get a double page spread in the latest fashion magazine, promoting exercise and healthy products, plus what to wear to made you look either more muscular or thinner. It was worth a rather large undisclosed amount of money and he usually was well happy.
After the shoot was wrapped up and i shook hands with the crew i walked back to the dressing room, knowing my agent would be there waiting for me. I opened the door and walked in. I shrugged off my upper body clothing and hung it on a rack that was provided. As expected my agent was in a chair, his shoulders low and his head being held in his hands. Something was up.
"Max whats up dude? Come on don't try to beat around the bush either, what is up?" I would say in my British accent, an authoritative tone also.
"Huh? oh its ermm... Patrick its Bobby, he was arrested last night. He is being a dick again, asking me to bail him out. You know what he is like pat, only this is serious, he is on a attempted rape charge. My own son! attempted rape, its a disgrace to the family." He whimpered trying to keep himself together.
"Rape!. You have to be kidding max, bobby is a wild fire yea but attempted rape are you serious?" I would reply my attention fully on max. Bobby was a friend of mine. He was known to be a nutter at times but he had never shown any sign that he would dip as low as this.
Max moved from the chair. His shoulders still low, his head now in his right hand, he was pacing up and down the room. He was lost i could tell.
"Yes pat, its rape. There is no way he could of done something like this... wait the publicity, can you imagine that! no we can't have that Pat! it will ruin the business, we live off good publicity; you know that of all people, if this leaks out then we will be ruined, the business will go under, the models will leave... Pat help me please!" He pleaded, coming close tears welling up in his eyes.
What he had said had hit a nerve with me. What he said was true and i did agree with him fully. But help him? Well i would need something out of that if i was going to. I didn't do much out of generosity.
"What do i get if i help you?" I would ask very interested in what he would put on offer to me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~3 days ago~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I walked down a empty street away from the police station. Bobby was OK, he was ruffled up though. They had brought him in from the hospital, the girl who he had tried to rape had back up. Big back up by the sounds of it. 7ft tall or something. So now my little so called help taken a new light. My original mission of sorts had changed dramatically. My agent had not taken the new thats his son had been beaten to a pulp lightly and man how i was grateful that he didn't. I had $1000 dollars up front for what i had planned and well that was just perfect. I needed it. That plus my fee from he shoot would keep me happy for a few months until either i won, stole or earned abit of more cash.
With the new plan made and memorized. I went into action, my target known. Someone who you wouldn't of guessed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Today~~~~~~~~~~~~~
From the information i had gotten from both the police and Bobby i had a rough picture of my first target. Blonde was a key factor but then hell a lot of people where blonde. Hot was another key factor that sprung to mind, then that didn't help either but the part the most useful part always helped. Rebecca. Her name was Rebecca. So a hot blonde called Rebecca eh? Not hard. I had an actual sketch of her that Bobby did, Lucky he passed with an A at art. And the human expression was his specialty.
So with my picture in hand and a little to medium knowledge on who i was after to set off. Knowing where to go. I spotted my target at the school first. It was easy to hide as i was student there as well so i could get on with my day as if nothing had happened at all. I followed her also. Keeping my distance. Getting in a car and following her before parking and following her by foot. Changing my transportation ever so often before the time came. I took my chance and just hoped that it would work out.
I approached her with a friendly smile, my body relaxed as if i was a passer by. A map in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. It was still light, which may cause a problem but the street we where on lead to some woods, which was very convenient.
"Erm, excuse me miss." I would say in my British accent, it helping me. "I'm new here, I'm a tourist you know. Erm could you help me with some directions?" I would say. My voice sounding innocent and my body language not threatening. I would seem a little nervous that i was taking to a complete stranger.