[Teaser]
Location: Jason's
house
Time: 1:55am, morning of
fashion show
Jason's study was like the man, extravagantly expensive
with a traditional charm to it. The bookshelves, made of
expensive woods, carved with the utmost care, were built
into the walls and only books bound with leather occupied
them. Two grand windows, both which opened up out onto
balconies (but the balcony view wasn't as grand), were now
closed to the outside world with heavy drapes. Tall double
doors, now shut, opened into this place with its high
ceiling and chandelier.
When they had first arrived, all together but traveling
in their own cars, the three, Cynthia, Cally, and Anna, had
walked in together to Jason's section of the condo. Cynthia,
her bag hanging off her right shoulder, had had her arms
tightly around Cally's right, bag, arm. A nice look, but
Cally suspected it was more to make sure that she stayed as
a buffer to Anna than for any sign of affection. And once
the door was closed and locked...
Cynthia looked around in silent awe, Cally slowly blinked
to the splendor, and Anna's eyes went wide. The place was
two level, with a large living room in the center, the
double doors to the study on one side, and two sets of
sliding doors on the other leading to the kitchen and dining
room. A magnificant stairway complete with a banister
started at the entrance wall and climbed up over the sliding
doors to a balcony. One bedroom was over the kitchen setup;
the other was over the study with an outer building wall.
The inner balcony covered all four sides, looking down on
the living room.
Anna quickly broke from the trio, dashed up the stairs
and headed for the doors that were over the study. Casting
them open, she looked in, spun around with a look of joy and
victory on her face. "Hey, this is his room!" And
disappeared into the master bedroom with the doors closing
behind her.
"I bet!" Cynthia said quickly, sourly, and she started to
move but did not move for Cally was now holding her arm.
As she turned to the woman, Cally looked into her eyes
with a look of concern. "Cynth? Let her go; let her have it.
It's not worth it and we need to rested for a show in the
morning, okay?" Cynthia's look did not soften. Cally
released her arms before continuing. "Take the other
bedroom, okay? I need to receive my new beeper and it will
be easier if I have the sofa, am closer to the door.
Besides, Anna will probably wander, but I don't think she'll
wander into your bedroom. You should not be disturbed,
okay?" Cynthia shook her head silently, unsure if Cally had
issued a decree or just an appraisal of the situation, and
stalked off. She heard Cally lay down the computer she had
been carrying in her left hand, and then, a sigh.
Cynthia turned rapidly at the stairs to look
questionably, her eyes throwing down a "WHAT?".
"Be mad at Anna if you want," the athletic model, her
leopard like prowness clearly apparent, said gently. "But
don't be mad at me, at others, okay?" Cally lightly turned
her head from side to side as she spoke, but her eyes were
firmly on Cynthia without locking.
But Cynthia, her look still hardened, just nodded once
and climbed away.
The messenger, a black leather clad motorcycle woman, had
arrived soon after with her package. Cally, who had already
unfolded her bed, signed the manifest, tipped her, and
closed and locked the door. Now that the activities of the
night were done, with little left of dark, she turned to
getting ready for some sleep, but still one major item
remained before she could drop into slumber.
In Jason's den, she had opened her lap top on his desk.
As she waited for it to warm up, she turned to the contents
of the package which consisted of the beeper, an instruction
book, and a data module. Automatically plugging in the
module to a specially configured drive, she set to the task
of programming her new beeper.....and trying to decode the
information that came with it. But instead of the familar
startup screens, there was only static, much more intense
than she had even seen before.
"What the hell?" Cally softly spoke to herself. There was
a brief moment of hope as the application screen came into
view with the information contained in the data module
appearing. But then with a silent snap, her lap top
surprised her by switching itself off.
Cally just stared at her computer, recognizing what the
problem was. A virus, pure and simple. But she couldn't have
put it on there, she always followed all the proper
procedures. So that had to mean that someone had been
playing with her machine. Or a very careless 'spy' had used
an infected diskette to download information from it,
information that they would find useless for the most part.
The only time it had sensitive information of it was when
she was using it.
Cally, normally calm and composed, was flaring as she
tried to figure out who had been using her computer for a
game piece, having concluded that it could only be someone
using her computer without permission. Swearing under her
breath at the violation and inconvenience, she set to get a
protected boot diskette so she could continue, oblivious to
the beep of apparently some distant clock.
<Models, Inc.> Role Play Episode
17
**RP SEASON
TWO**
In Love with an Angel
[Act
1]
Location: Brian's
Apartment
Time: Very Early. Morning of
Fashion Show.
The lift slowly climbed up to Brian's floor, and Jason
walked into the apartment. He has been told that the door
would be left unlocked. Looking absent-minded and definitely
not expecting Brian to be up at this hour, he started at
Brian's remark, coming from the balcony.
"How's Sarah?" asked Brian, his back to Jason as he
looked down to the empty streets.
"Calmer, I hope." replied Jason. "I talked to her for a
while, and left. But when I returned to her hotel room half
an hour later, she wasn't there any more."
"Maybe she was asleep?" Brian sounded concerned, but
still did not look away from the night view..
"No... the door wasn't locked, and no one was there."
Hearing Brian's breathing increase slightly, he saw the need
to clarify. "It was a small room, Brian. I didn't probe and
there was no need. She clearly was not there." His statement
made, Jason walked into the guest room and started to
undress. The room had been kept clean and tidy, but showed
no signs that anyone had occupied it recently.
Jason smiled.
"I'm sure Anna and Cynthia didn't need this room when
they were here." Jason said to himself, slightly amused.
Brian walked in, his eyes browsing through the room to do
a final check its on condition. Satisfied, he put his mind
back to Jason.
"Do you think we should go and look for her?"
"I'm sure Sarah's old enough to take care of herself,"
Jason replied, removing items from his jacket pocket onto
the antique table by the side of the bed.
"I suppose," sighed Brian. "I'm sure she would..." BEEP.
It was an alarm sounding noise which was followed by a red
light flashing on Jason's electronic assistant which
interrupted him.
Jason seemed to ignored the noise as he placed his
somewhat rumbled jacket on a hanger..
"Uh. Your PDA..." Brian tried to be helpful and pointed
out the obvious. "Well, I'd better try to get a few hours
sleep before work tomorrow."
"Yeah. Yeh. Oh, my PDA, yes." Jason picked it up and open
the folded device. Decided not to look at it yet, he looked
at Brain and smiled. "Good night. And don't worry about too
much... the house, Sarah, they'll all be fine. As the police
said, everything's over now."
Already in the corridor and his back towards the doorway,
Brian gave a little wave, without looking back, to show his
acknowledgement of the statement.
Jason looked at his "PDA". "Interesting." He proclaimed,
his smile changing from a friendly one into that of
amusement.
The screen displayed "ELECTRONIC
SIGNAL DETECTED IN AREA A3. INTERRUPTION SUCCESSFUL. DATA
CAPTURE BEGUN."
[Act
2]
Location: Jason's
house
Time: Around 2:10am, morning
of fashion show
Having her computer working again, Cally quickly started
to her tasks. She hadn't bothered to see which virus had
infected her system, just had the software clear it while
she had changed, taking the computer's sensitive components
out of the room with her. There was really no mystery to way
someone would want to fool with her computer. It was a
compact, twin processor, little unit that would make any
game the most addictive it could be. She, however, spent
very little time playing on the expensive hardware.
When she had returned, the lap top was on and ready to
perform her bidding.Now in a babyblue sleepshirt with bears
trailing balloons on it and a long silk red kimono tied over
it, she worked rapidly, occasionally sipping from the facet
glass goblet of brandy. She was not surprised to find that
Jason's bar was fully equipped.
The new beeper was plugged into a port of her computer, a
small binder like book opened up next to it with numbered,
detailed steps on each page. She typed rapidly, using the
codes she had memorized, absorbing the information that
flashed to the screen for a second and then vanished. The
data was fantastic in some areas, a relief in others, and
all of it would be a surprise to those who worked around her
if they could see it.
And then the door to the den opened. Cally smoothly had
her right hand atop the computer to close it and her left
dropped down to her inner thigh, but she stopped tensing,
even though that was not apparent, when she saw Anna at the
doorway, barefoot, dressed only in a black sheer teddy.
Reaching for her brandy glass with her right, but her
left hand still below the desk, she commented with her eyes
locked on the redhead, "Anna, I didn't think you would still
be up. Was I being too noisy?"
"Oh, no!", she replied, a popping, teenage like
exclamation in her voice. "I'm just looking around, seeing
what Jason likes." She glanced around the den quickly and
then straight back at Cally, but only for a moment. "What
are you doing in here?" Now Anna's tone changed, her voice
implying, her eyes shifting from the hardbody model to her
her computer and back again, slowly wetting her lips, the
eyelashes raising, suggesting the untrustworthiness of being
caught at a boss's desk.
"Programming my new beeper." Seeing Anna's eyebrow go up
in an 'oh?' expression, the indication that she wasn't
believed, she continued. "The show is not my only engagement
in the upcoming days. I have three other shoots confirmed,
plus I am expecting word on a few others. They all need to
be able to get in touch with me."
"Must be some beeper," the implication tone not lost
yet.
"All part of being successful," she replied, her tone
mixed with levels of arrogance and perfection. Cally took a
long drink from the goblet, thinking that it was time to
diffuse this imp for the night. As she drank, her left hand
moved from where it had been resting to undoing the sash on
her robe. Pushing herself away from the desk, she slowly
rose and glided over to Jason's bar.
She reached the bar, faced it for a moment, and then
swirled around to face Anna, her robe opening as she did,
her voice softening several notes. "But it can wait. We
should relax for the show later." Cally slowly wetted her
lips, the tip of her tongue barely visible, as she looked
Anna up and down. "Would you care for a drink?" she said as
she glided across the floor toward Anna.
It was not until she was halfway across the room that
Anna noted, her lips parted in silent surprise, her eyes
slowly blinking, that the drink that Cally was offering was
from her own glass. And she was moving so swiftly upon her,
being next to her right side in a moment, her right leg
touching Anna's right. Offering her goblet forward, she
reached out the caress Anna's hair, saying something of how
she thought they really needed to relax. Anna only heard
portions of Cally's soft voice, her mind telling her that is
was seductive, but the heat Anna was feeling was not
exciting.
Anna blinked quickly once, "No, nite!" and was away,
across the living room, up the stairway, and into her room
with a rapid movement of feet. Cally watched her wake, took
another slow drink from her brandy, and then, closing the
doors behind her, returned to her work.
[Act
3]
Location: Adam's car, car
park of the Fashion Show venue
Time:
10:00am
"I'll see you in there in a few minutes", said Hillary,
quickly dragged away by the organizers on her arrival at the
venue, wanting to know about the late arrivals of the other
models.
Monique smiled and nodded over her shoulder. Turning her
head to face back to Adam, she saw that Grayson was already
there with the crowd. Since today was one of work, she
dressed with the attitude of a stripper, in clothes that she
could easily get out of. The dress was, while short,
comfortable and stylish, and its zipper over the full black
length meant that she wouldn't be in it long when it came
time to play quick change artist. She stood away from Adam's
Porsche as he leaned against the driver's side.
Adam, on the other hand, was away from his work, so he
didn't have to wear the clothes of a club owner. Or a hired
gun as someone had once said to him. But though in the
corduroy jeans, the laced cotton shirt, he was still far
from comfortable.
"Monique," Adam said as he held her hand quickly but
gently, "are you sure you wanted to be here, with Grayson
around?" He nodded in the direction she had disappeared to.
I mean... I'm sure she has something planned somewhere."
"You mean you don't want me to do this show?" Monique
flatly stated, ending with her eyes wide and face positive
with its tight lipped smile.
"No...," Adam stammered, glancing at the ground for
support before looking back up at Monique. "I mean, you
know, the big picture..."
"To mean leaving Models, Inc., right?" With a shake of
her head, she continued, "Now?" Not giving him a chance to
answer, Monique quickly blinked with confident eyes, and
continued. Don't be silly... seriously. I love this job, and
I think Hillary needs all of us now." Monique let the rest
slide, not bothering to add about Hillary's vengeful side
that could be incurred.
Adam breathed deeply. He had expected this reply, but had
hoped for another.
Pushing himself up, he took her arm and escorted her
towards the staff entrance of the hall, with a crowd already
waiting.
[Act
4]
Location: Fashion
Show
Time:
Afternoon
In the scurrying of activity, there was a long line of
portable vanity tables, hot lights, high directors chairs,
and of course, racks of clothes, makeup artists, and lots of
models from various agencies.
From MI, there was Sarah (missing), Cynthia, Cally,
Julie, Anna, and Monique, all located either at various
points down the ready line or out on the stage or somewhere
in between, and none of the present showing signs of the
violence directed against them. Here, they were the
professionals they were paid to be.
Hillary was gone, having arrived in her own car, and
Linda had gone with her. The organizers of the fashion show
were running another shoot that day as well, one of English
countrysides and horses. Bright Eyes was already assigned to
that affair, her shortness easily lost when she was on the
back of a horse, but another model had been slightly
trampled, so a replacement was needed. Despite that time
being gone, Linda's projection from her Randall&White
days still carried and she was instantly asked for to fill
the slot.
Since there was no problem with pulling Linda from the
show, Hillary took the opportunity instantly and away they
went. Kristi was left in her place as her representative.
The blonde woman, very professionally dressed, was moving up
and down the line, keeping an eye on the interests of her
employer. A cell phone was in her instant reach should she
need to contact one of the executive bosses.
Denise, a tall blonde makeup artist, was working on
Cally, who had on only a short robe over a very narrow
thong, but no body armor. The word had reached her, through
various 'interviews' with Jon, that she was not the intended
target. "Glad to see you back at work, Cally, but this kind
of stuff is not your usual gig. What's up?" she said as she
worked her brushes over Cally's face.
Cally waited for a moment in the flurry of cosmetics so
she could talk, thinking about how short ago it had been
when Hillary called her into her office, explaining how she
wanted her to have more exposure than besides a model who
got involved in shootings, more areas that her name was
known in, that she wanted her in on this show. Hillary
wanted to make her a top market item everywhere for a model,
not just in the paramilitary industries. To her, that was
okay and preferably now. There were occasionally tremors
felt in Phatasy, Inc, enough of them to catch her
attention.
[A matter that was now doubly important, since she
had received her new orders.]
Denise moved off for some eye liner and Cally took the
opportunity. "Hillary is making up for all the time she did
not spend that much attention on me; I didn't mind, but
she's feeling guilty."
"Okay!" And she went to work on Cally's eyes. Cally
quickly in a side glance caught Monique just a few chairs
down and of them all, it was clear that she was getting the
majority of the attention.
Monique's hair was in its finally preps before she would
go out in a moment, in a long but short cap sleeve and
practically bare back and cut out cleavage cire gown with
long gloves. She was a quiet composure of all confident
smiles, staring straight ahead as people did her and
complimented her. Then she was ready and she took her spot
by the opening, ready to go out to the sound of the
announcer, to the watchers of what she was wearing, and the
flashes of cameras held by professional photographers. It
was a rather exclusive show; there would be no amateurs out
there taking pictures of her.
Denise pulled away and Cally moved out of the chair,
leaving the robe behind and gracefully slipped into a gold
liquid metal gown with a halter top. While Denise made sure
that her work was not marred by tying the neck knot, two
others, a Janice who pulled the back zip up, sealing Cally
in, and a Doris, who placed the gold sandals on her feet,
finished the touches. She then glided to her spot to wait to
her entrance.
Cynthia was up for an outfit of a high neck blouse
outfitted with lace in the bodice and down the back and
making up the sleeves, with extra on the shoulders and the
cuffs and a long black velvet skirt in high heeled boots.
With the curl of her hair, her eyes were being made up to
give her a very sinister look. Where Monique was confident,
she was just short of arrogant, even more than Julie, who
was just returning from the stage in leather pants, a white
frilled and loose blouse, a bomber jacket in light tan with
a huge furred collar, but she already had the jacket off and
had handed it to an attendant to take it to the rack and was
half out of the blouse to get into her next outfit for she
had been scheduled for the most outfits out of the six that
day.
She carefully sidestepped the advancing Anna, dressed in
a sleeveless, open laced, tan blouse, a short, dark brown
leather skirt, and suede boots with an open back at the
knees, as she placed the camel Australian type hat atop her
head. Despite what she thought of her half sister, this
wasn't the place to carry on that war. This was the place to
be professional and professional she would be. Later on
would be something else. Julie was distant from Anna, in
mind as well as space, when the attendant handed Anna the
dark jacket to complete her outfit.
"Sarah!" Julie's head whipped around to the name, seeing
the woman just entering at the far end. She quietly swore to
herself and continued to her changing station, undressing on
the way.
The owner of the voice, Serina, a fourtish,bony woman in
charge of the back set to the show, was none too happy.
"Where have you been?" the graying woman eyed the only just
apologetic Sarah. "No, don't tell me, I don't want to know.
You're late. Others had to fill in for you."
"Sorry," though she didn't sound like it much.
"Never mind. Get to 5; Erica will fix you up. Move, Girl,
Now!" and she was gone as Sarah eased through the crowds to
where Erica, short and red haired was waiting.
"You're pushing it, Sarah. Here, off with the jacket and
bag and sit down."
"Okay," she replied as she slipped into the chair. "Who
am I portraying?"
"Don't you even know?" Erica's eyes went wide as Sarah
shook her head. "Never mind, you wouldn't know anyhow, since
others took your slots, you have to take theirs!" She looked
up at a TV monitor over head, showing the current listings.
"Danielle Fostor's! College wear, sweaters, leggins, things
like that."
Sarah's jaw dropped. "I don't do junk like that!"
"You do when you're over an hour late! Now, off with that
blouse unless you want to take a chance in ruining it!" As
she turned away to prepare her instruments, the reluctant
Sarah unbuttoned her top to put it aside.
For all the hurry of preparation, the walk up and down
the runway is very short. Sort of like a roller coaster
ride. Done right, it can be just as exciting. Julie, now
dressed out like a rich girl pilot, smiled as she went by
the exiting Cally, and fell in line behind Monique, now in a
satin crepe sleeveless jumpsuit. Cally continued to move to
get out the way of the exit from the runway, idly noticing
Cynthia pulling her next outfit off the rack, preparing
herself mentally to get ready to change into her next
outfit, which according to the overhead monitor was to be a
slate blue body hugging V neck blouse and tuxedo style pants
with a back zip. As she turned a corner that effectively
blocked the sound from the runway and visa versa, Sarah's
voice drifted over to her, none to pleasantly.
"This isn't me! I'm not going to wear this stuff!" Cally
tried to search out the body to the voice in the crowd and
succeeded only in pin pointing Serina. She had found Sarah.
There was a sudden hush over the ready line.
"Then don't," she said quietly and deadly. "You're
through. Get out."
--- THE END OF RP.17 "In Love with an
Angel" ---
Credits
RP.17 Written by
*Traci "DRAGONETTES"
<TH06@swt.edu>
*WhiteDog
<lwdog@netspace.net.au> and
New storyline devised and edited by
WhiteDog,
*Danielle Spence
<danielle@corp.hp.com> and *Traci "DRAGONETTES"
<TH06@swt.edu>.
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