[eudora april dravenport]

Eudora had a photo shoot with her band. Okay so this time they wanted individual shots. And apparently they liked her the best. She must have posed for what felt to be over a thousand pictures, taking the photgraphers cues as they were. So what if he was hitting on her. She had her eyes set for someone else, so his flirts fell on deaf ears. As she moved into the next rockstar position, her mind wander. She hadn't seen him at all. really. You think they would ump into each other since they were in the same company.

"Dahling. No look sad. This time I want sexy." the photographer said, snapping her back to the photo shoot. So she gave a mildly sexy pose, using the clothes he made her wear to her advantage. They weren't Victorian style like was her thing, Mostly clunky hot topic clothes. But she couldn't complain cause Hot Topic has candy thongs. Wow what made her just think that. Apparently the photo shoot was to promote one of Broken Records sponsor, Hot Topic.

"Non. We are done. Bring in the others." he said. Finally, Dora thought. She wondered how they came out but really didn't need to know. Because outside this room, this building, she was just plain Dora.She had to call her parents too. Must remember that. She walked out of the room, which made the next person in her band walk in, and sat down for a bit.

[alexander jakob peters]

It was his first day on the job. His first day to whip out his brand new makeup kit and create some magic. His first day to do what he loved the most. And he was late. Grabbing a hold of a stray muffin he had managed to find on the kitchen table, Alex headed out of his cheap apartment. How could he have overslept? Now wait that was an easy answer, he had gotten drunk at some party last night. Wound up stumbling back to his apartment with some random person in the company who took pity on the newest team member. And well naturally he had to sleep in. It was a wonder he wasn't suffering from a hangover right now.

Nibbling on the muffin as he made his way towards the looming building, only a couple blocks down. Still keeping a hold of his muffin and he entered the building and wandered over to the front desk. The receptionist stared at him, obviously confused as to who the hell he was. "Alexander Peters." Mouth was still full of muffin, and the crumbs sprayed out of his mouth and down his face. Swallowing as much as he could in the course of a second before actually asking the question he had come to her with. "I'm here for training or something?" The lady just stared at disgust at the crumbs for a full heartbeat before checking her notes. Pissed that he was indeed on whatever list she had, she jabbed a thumb in the direction he was suppose to go. Not bothering to thank her, as he just wasn't that kind of person, the blonde German headed down the hall.

Then he realized he wasn't sure where exactly he was suppose to go. At the sight of another person, Alexander felt luck had finally joined his side. The last of the muffin was crammed into his mouth, as he gave a half nod to the girl. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to know where a makeup trainee is suppose to go, do you?" He honestly didn't care who this person was, or what her position in the company was. Or if he should respect them or something All he needed was directions, and after that. Well he probably wouldn't care if she dropped dead or something.

[eudora april dravenport]

"Not at all. I'm not a makeup artist." She said, raising her brow at the new employee. It was obvious he was new because all makeup artists knew where they had to go. And he did not. Although he did have a sexy looking face. Not that she was thinking about it really. She could easily bed the right people, but a makeup artist would be a nono especially if they were your makeup artist cause then you would have to see them everyday, make things complicated for a one night stand.

"This is the photo shoot room." she crossed her legs, effectively hiking up the shirt skirt that she was supplied to wear for the shoot. It could be easy to flirt with a pretty face. The photographer wasn't that sexy, and she was sure he wasn't french. It was sad, how she knew where to get her makeup done, but not where to do the training. Then something clicked in her head. Well it was probably the same place.

"Nevermind. I know where it is." Dora said suddenly. She figured she would toy with the newcomer anyways. Although she wouldn't admit that she just now realized where he probably had to go.

[alexander jakob peters]

In Alex’s defense, he had slept in and accidently skipped whatever tour he was supposed to be given. Probably not the best way to start off his day at work, but hey at least he did show up. And while still following the rule of eating breakfast. Seeing as it was the most important mean of the day. At the explanation, pale gaze quickly studied Dora. For a second he just blinked, then a small nod of agreement. “Yea I can see that, you don’t really look like a makeup artist.” What that meant exactly was uncertain, but Alex’s view of the world it made sense. People could just be classified in Alex's mind automatically. Which was why he constantly did just that.

Photo shoot room? Gaze quickly looked over, and sure enough there was a little sign saying exactly what Dora had just said. "Hmm, well that's good to know." He commented, before turning back. Just as he was about to bid her a farewell and seek off to find someone who could actually help him out, when he was informed he could actually receive some assistance in his quest.

A single eyebrow rose, as arms crossed over his chest. Great this was just getting too damn complicated. All he had asked for was directions, and he would be happy to take his business elsewhere. And if she was just going to change her mind about whether or not she knew where to go, where he might be better off even just wandering the halls till he found the place. "So is it that you don't know where it is or you do? 'Cause honestly I don't have time for games."

[eudora april dravenport]

"I know where my makeup room is. I'm sure its technically all the bands make up room." she said tilting her head, wondering if she should be offended by that. To him she was probably some slow dimwit girl, but thats just how she played it. It took her a while, while fully regarding him, before she stood up. Maybe she was seemingly slow right now because she had been doing who knows how many pictures in the photo room. He probably never listened o her bands music in his life.

"I am Eudora. Dora for short." she said holding out a handing. Even then she was skipping around the point of telling him exactly where her makeup, no the companies make up room is. But before he could shake it she withdrew her hand. And started walking down the hall to the makeup room.

"I suggest you follow me." she called back over her shoulder. She figured he probably would, or he could be bull headed and try to find it himself. The sad thing was it was at the end of the hall. So much for her playing him till he gave up and looked for another person to ask. But she figured she could try to have fun with this newcomer.

[alexander jakob peters]

Band? Well there was a surprise. Alex was still unfamiliar with all these strange American ways, having just recently being relocated to the United States. After his boss insist something about learning the American art of beauty, or some bull shit like that. Did he think Alex was dumb or something? He knew that the guy was just tired of dealing with his cocky attitude when it came to make up expertise. Eyes narrowed lightly, studying the girl in front of him. So she was in one of the bands he was now responsible for making pretty? Oh joy, he defiantly had his work cut out for him.

He blinked at the introduction glancing at the outstretched hand for a moment. “Alex.” He replied shortly, not bothering with that whole ‘Alexander’ part. It was pointless in his opinion. Just as he almost grabbed a hold of the hand, she pulled back. The whole incident was just shrugged off, not particularly caring that he had been denied the right to shake someone’s hand. It really wasn’t a big deal.

Pale blue eyes watched as she began walking down the hall, tongue rolled over his lip piercing as he pondered the idea of trailing behind. As much as he hated having to rely on someone he did understand that if he spent time aimlessly wandering around he’d be even more late. And that could led him to getting his white ass fired. Sighing, Alex followed after Dora. Hoping that he was an idiot for trusting some band member he just met.

[eudora april dravenport]

So she trudged the last little bit to the makeup room. It was pathetic really how he had to ask her for something that was just down the hall. The hall that was like a mile long. She was fit enough for it. Heck if you were on the scene you had to be skinny. She had never see na fat singer or band member. She didn't feel like fooling him, so when they came upon her band's makeup room she stopped.

"There it is! Shall we open the magical door of magicalness?" She asked. She wasn't sure where she had gotten the urge to call it the magical door of magicalness. She must make sure not to let her extreme smartness show, as that would ruin her image in the public eye. They always called her the slower one of The Challenge. But she really wasn't that slow. She thought a lot before she said anything. Or maybe she really thought nothing and wanted people to think she was. She liked getting into peoples heads.

"Ah what the heck. Lets go." She said opening the door and peeking in. There was her makeup artist. She shouted out a hello and went to hug her. Chatting about how the photographer loved the makeup job that she did. It may have looked like she forgot about Alex but he was still in her mind.

"This is Alex, the new makeup artist. Hope you guys click well." She said giving a squee. She looked back over at Alex. She figured he would do the rest. "And I have a photo shoot to get too, with new clothes and makeup. This time its for the whole group though, not individual like this morning." She directed this all to her makeup artist. Her photo shoot clothes were hanging on a bar over at the side area, always so the makeup artists could chose a style of makeup to match with it.

[alexander jakob peters]

Magic door of magicalness? Alex just stared, trying to figure out if she was actually serious or not. After all, come on. Who in their right state of mind would say something like that to describe a make up room? Did she even know what she was saying? Did it even make sense in her head? Sometimes he just had to wander what possessed people to say the things they did. Ah well, the important thing was she actually did get him to the place.

So really complain about her choice of description. He had gotten hear at a quicker time then if he had wandered around aimlessly, then again it probably wouldn’t have taken him too long to figure out that walking down the hall might be a good start. Well, the important thing was that he had managed to arrive. Late, but he had arrived nonetheless.

Following suit, Alex quickly scanned the room. Not bad, it was much different from what he had worked with before. Hmm, maybe that was why he had been asked to come early and actually get a tour and explanation of where he was going to be working. At the introduction he gave a half nod greeting. “Hey sorry I’m late, got caught in traffic.” Of course it was totally bull shit, but the lie just slipped off his tongue so casually it could be seen as fact.

As Dora and her magic artist, whatever their name was, chatted about some photo shoot, Alex took it as his time to study even more of the room. Trying to figure out every aspect of it before someone actually gave him an actual tour. Catching sight of the clothes, he couldn’t help but admire them even, from afar. Unique style, not that stupid mainstream crap. That was the way to go.

[eudora april dravenport]

"Come." Dora said pulling Alex over to the clothes. If he was going to be a makeup artist he better get used to seeing clothes faces and more clothes. You think the fashion designer would be seeing clothes the most but in her opinion it was the makeup artists that saw the clothes the most. I mean there were so many shades of red that did not go with an outfit. She grabbed the newest design she was to wear and held it up to herself, in a very interesting grunge victorian look. She had made it clear to all the fashion designers her thing was Victorian. If there was something else, besides well Hot Topic, she would throw her "slow" fit. No wonder they went through so many in a few months.

"So Makeup man. Tell me what style of makeup you would use for this piece." she said with a bright smile. She loved fresh looks. After all her makeup artist only brought as much as she knew. And as Dora wore before the band made it big. In the background she could hear the other makeup artists going over the normal designs that could be found on practically half of her pictures. She needed, wanted new. Perhaps this was a good thing that happened to her. She could use it to her advantage, or not. Depending on what she thought up by tomorrow. He probably couldn't remember how he even got to this hallway. Too many left turns maybe?

[alexander jakob peters]

A frown came on his face at the order, about ready to protest. You didn’t just drag around the king of the makeup to do you’re bidding. Then his mouth snapped shut, remembering that he now technically kind of worked for her. Well at least she was a bitchy celebrity that could get him fired if she wanted to. Which was why no matter how much he wanted to stop her from dragging him along, if he valued his life he’d play along. And play along he did. Besides she was taking him to the clothes that had caught his attention out of the corner of his eye.

Smirking lightly, he drew away from Dora’s claws. A single manicured hand running over the firm fabric of the design. It wasn’t that bad, especially given the fact it wasn’t made of a cheap material that would tear easily. No, this was a quality design. Even as just a makeup artist, Alex could tell quality when he saw it. And whoever designed this had hands of gold. At the command, pale blue eyes narrowed lightly as he turned to study her for a moment, then the artwork clothing, then her again. A small frown on his face as he studied both Dora and the clothes, and then his eyes brightened up.

No other signs of excitement formed on his face as pursed his lips together as though making a big announcement. Which in his mind, he was actually doing. “Well you’re face would definitely need to become paler, like Queen Elizabeth. And then I think a black design in eyeliner like Hera Hjartardottir has. Could work well.” Pausing for a moment another glance was spared at the design, making sure he didn’t butcher the clothes. “Of course it wouldn’t be exactly like hers’, it’d have to have a more gothic feel to it. Possibly on both sides. Maybe give you some crimson eyeshadow?” He shrugged.

“That’s just a rough idea though, when it comes to selecting makeup for a piece like this it takes more time then five seconds.”

[eudora april dravenport]

"Great. Test one passed. A makeup artist has to deal with rushed time. Sometimes us stars like to go and sleep in late or the clothing doesn't arrive till very late. I like a quick thinker." She said with a smile. She hung the clothes back on the bar. She would love to break this guy in. Besides, she wanted fresh. They were about to debut their latest album. Gunned Down Hearts. As you could tell by the albums it had mostly break up songs, or makeup songs or well any type of relationship songs. She hadn't really had much of a photo shoot to go to. She could call her manager and have them push it back to a later time. She needed her banana chips. Not only were they better than potato chips in the fat area they tasted good too. Adelle swore by them.

"You can look over any possible future designs with the fashion designer, that way you can coordinate the styles you want for each. Oh I really shouldn't be speaking about this. My makeup artist knows much more than me. And welcome to Broken Records." She said with a smile. She had let her intelligence slip up for a mere moment but she hoped he had not paid attention. After all it wasn't a singers purpose to know what other people in her company do. But in case they went on tour without a makeup artist they did get pictures of all styles they had so they knew how to do it themselves. Dora hadn't always had a makeup artist. It made her think of the struggles she had just getting her bands first record. Think fast but act slow Dora. No more slip ups or our image could be ruined. Only your band members and Adelle know the real you. She gave herself a mental shake. Besides, some people in the corporation weren't always good. She was sure though that the owner put everyone through extensive background checks.