MODELING GIG 002 ( MODEL BRANDS UPDATE )
all of the MODEL BRAND OWNERS ( HAN JISOO, KIM JINYOUNG, KIM JINSEO, LIM SANGHYUN, and OKADA TAIYOU ) were called to a meeting by the staff members in their creative teams. during the meeting, the staff members inform the brand owners information regarding the final details of their upcoming campaign, which are listed below:
AURORA ( BRAND OWNER: HAN JISOO )
MODELS: ahn yein, han jisoo, shin jieun, yamashita ichika
KEYWORDS: mysterious, mystical, aloof, alluring, whimsical
PRODUCT(S) FROM THIS COLLECTION: a necklace with moon and optional star pendant, and an anklet with similar charms. necklace and anklets come with different components - either a drop format, or a singular long chain for layering. it can be showcased differently depending on preference, for buyer / variation with models.
BABYLON ( BRAND OWNER: KIM JINYOUNG )
MODELS: han noeul, kim jinyoung, zheng amelia
KEYWORDS: comfortable, refreshing, colourful, adventurous, energetic
PRODUCT(S) FROM THIS COLLECTION: 1 bikini with the top doubling as crop top, 1 swimming trunks that can be used as shorts, 1 pair of shorts for females as well, 1 unisex summer shirts (one with one without sleeves), a one piece swim suit, the smiley bucket hat, 1 crop tops, 1 rashguard that can also be worn as normal shirts
ELYSIUM ( BRAND OWNER: KIM JINSEO )
MODELS: jo sunhwa, kim jinseo, seong byungho, yang aeri
KEYWORDS: mysterious, mythical, elegant, powerful, creative
PRODUCT(S) FROM THIS COLLECTION: 4 unisex fragrances named after the four gods of ancient asian mythology: cheongryong (qinglong in china, seiryū in japan, thanh long in vietnam), jujak (zhūquè in china, suzaku in japan, chu tước in vietnam), baekho (baihu in china, byakko in japan, bạch hổ in vietnam), hyeonmu (xuánwǔ in china, genbu in japan, huyền vũ in vietnam)
SOLA ( BRAND OWNER: OKADA TAIYOU )
MODELS: bae nathan, kim yujin, lee minji, okada taiyou
KEYWORDS: unique, stylish, cool, elevate, flourish
PRODUCT(S) FROM THIS COLLECTION: LUN.r : dark gray transparent frames with garnet lenses ( x ). SOL.r : gold framed with round lenses. unique ‘retro-futuristic’ details. comes in two lens colors: dawn (brown) and wave (blue) ( x x )
TIMEBOX ( BRAND OWNER: LIM SANGHYUN )
MODELS: ahn jaesun, lim sanghyun, son eunho
FIVE KEYWORDS: nature, reliable, visionary, confidence, exploration
PRODUCT(S) FROM THIS COLLECTION: three items; one evergreen solar powered watch (forest), one light brown survival/paracord watch (terrain), and one pastel yellow carabiner pocket watch (sun)
due to everyone’s busy schedules, filming for the mood videos and photoshoot will be done sometime around late MAY and JUNE. the campaign will be set to launch around JULY-AUGUST and will last until the end of 2023. the staff members will also add that the promotions for this campaign will be included in this year’s LGC FAMILY CONCERT! more of that will be revealed in Q3 along with MODEL MISSION 015.
since all of the pertinent information regarding this campaign has been submitted ( products, moodboard for the video, etc. ) there will be no writing requirements for this and instead all of the muses involved in the campaigns will be rewarded points! for completing the model brands form and being a part of the campaign, all of the MODEL BRAND OWNERS will receive +10 MODELING and +10 NOTORIETY while everyone else chosen for this upcoming collection will receive +5 MODELING and +5 NOTORIETY! to make it easier for everyone, here’s the list of rewards:
AHN JAESUN ( TIMEBOX ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY
AHN YEIN ( AURORA ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY
BAE NATHAN ( SOLA ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY
HAN JISOO ( AURORA ): +10 MODELING, +10 NOTORIETY
HAN NOEUL ( BABYLON ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY
JO SUNHWA ( ELYSIUM ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY
KIM JINSEO ( ELYSIUM ): +10 MODELING, +10 NOTORIETY
KIM JINYOUNG ( BABYLON ): +10 MODELING, +10 NOTORIETY
KIM YUJIN ( SOLA ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY
LEE MINJI ( SOLA ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY
LIM SANGHYUN ( TIMEBOX ): +10 MODELING, +10 NOTORIETY
OKADA TAIYOU ( SOLA ): +10 MODELING, +10 NOTORIETY
SEONG BYUNGHO ( ELYSIUM ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY
SHIN JIEUN ( AURORA ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY
SON EUNHO ( TIMEBOX ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY
YAMASHITA ICHIKA ( AURORA ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY
YANG AERI ( ELYSIUM ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY
ZHENG AMELIA ( BABYLON ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY
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Into The Dark - C.H. AU [Chapter 1]
A/N: Hello and welcome to my first series! This is an alternative universe with Calum Hood as a tattoo artist. Inspired by the thought of Calum with a nose ring, this is what happened. Thank you to @calumscalm @toofadedtofight and @dukehoods for helping me iron this idea out! Moodboard credit to @ammwritings !! Thank you so much!! xx
Synopsis: Full-time college student, Seraphina Sallow, works as a receptionist for world-famous tattoo artist, Calum Hood. Their friendship blossomed when she wrote an article about his tattoo parlour, Fallen Angel Tattoos, for a journalism project at school. Since then, she’s been working as a receptionist at his parlour to put herself through school. As college tuition increases and her social security checks get smaller, she’s beginning to struggle to keep up with her payments. And then, a fallen angel shows up in the parlour, offering her the solution to all of her problems. But, at what cost?
(TEASER)
Genre (this chapter is): angst / fluff / smut / normal
Warning: heavy mentions of drug use (smoking weed), strong language, weapons (firearms)
Taglist: @calumscalm @gigglyirwin @ammwritings @loveroflrh @dukehoods @toofadedtofight @babylon-corgis
Her giggles bounce off the black walls in the parlour. It doesn’t quite harmonise with the sound of the tattoo gun buzzing along a client’s skin, but it doesn’t sound out of place. At least not to Calum. The laughing and snorts have become a regularity in his shop. It had started as a quiet shop, the only noise coming from a playlist he made weekly and the occasional small talk clients would make with him. But, her laughing bounced through the door one day, alighting the energy of the parlour with something lighter, happier.
Calum remembers the day as if it were yesterday. He had finished a tattoo, sanitising the skin and wrapping it with Saniderm when the silence was broken by the sound of the bell ringing above the door, followed by an eruption of giggles and an, ‘I’m here, I’ll call after I’m done.’. His eyes had rolled as he muttered a ‘finished’ to the customer before standing up and walking to the front desk. There stood a woman, a little younger than him, searching her large tote bag for something.
“Can I help you?” Calum deadpanned, looking at the woman whilst taking money from the customer. He knew he was being rude to both the customer and the woman, but the customer had been asking him questions the entirety of the tattoo and the woman was too cheerful to be in a dark, quiet parlour.
“Oh, yes, I’m here for...” she pulls out a small notebook and a recorder, flipping open the cover and looking at the name, “Calum Hood. I’m Seraphina Sallows, I have an interview with him.”
“That’s me,” Calum raises his eyebrows, a little irritated this reporter hadn’t bothered to look him up, or even know his name when she stepped into the parlour.
“Oh, hello,” she smiles. She extends her hand. Calum doesn’t take it. Instead, he walks from the front desk and to his station. Seraphina purses her lips but follows him. He sits on the tattoo chair, waving her to sit in the spinning chair he usually sat in. She sat quietly, unsure of how to act around him. Her smile tended to put her interviewees at ease, but instead, it seemed to make Calum more jaded, tenser.
When she sat down, he looked at her from head to toe. Besides from her smile and laugh, she didn’t exactly scream ‘bright’. She had dark brown, curly hair with a straightened fringe hanging just over her groomed eyebrows. Her eyes were a dark shade of brown, much like dark chocolate that seemed to sparkle in the fluorescent lighting. Calum thought he saw hints of green around her iris’s perimeter. She had olive skin that was tanned, covered in small handwriting tattoos. A few rings decorated her fingers that gripped a black pen, notebook open in her lap to jot down notes. She wore an oversized shirt that hung over what he presumed were shorts. He could see scattered tattoos along her thighs and calves. The only thing bright about her was her teeth that gleamed whenever she braced her pearly whites. Through the fabric of her shirt, he could see a navel piercing. He noted the nose ring on the right side of her nose. The only thing bright about Seraphina was her name, her smile, her teeth and her voice.
As the interview went on, he had noted her morbid sense of humour and lack of optimism about her future, even though she was in college. Her voice was light, resonating just the right tone in her chest for her 5-foot 2-inch stature. He was intrigued, to say the least. He wondered why she put off such a happy persona when she very clearly was not happy.
Since then, he’s learned that she is happy. She’s happy in her own way. Calum couldn’t describe it to anyone if they ever asked, he had never been the best with his words.
“You done, Miss Slap Happy?” Calum questions, walking in from his station to say goodbye to his client. He barely acknowledges the client once his eyes land on Seraphina.
“Done with what?” She rolls her eyes at him, giving the client a gleaming smile and announcing the total. Along with the tip, Calum had made good money off this customer.
“Done with being annoying,” Calum deadpans as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. She rolls her eyes at him once more. It’s all she ever seemed to do around him. Except for smile. She smiled around him a lot.
“You’re one to talk, Mister Grumpy,” Seraphina uses a baby voice at the end. Calum just nods at his client before returning to his station to sanitise it before close. Seraphina follows the customer to the door, thanking him for his business and locking the glass door once he’s left. She can hear the sound of the spray bottle along with the squeaking of the paper towel rubbing along the metal rolling table and leather of the tattoo chair as she approaches his work station.
“Are we still on for drinks?” Calum asks, referring to their Friday night ritual. Drinks at Steve’s before either going home or hopping over to a club for more overpriced drinks. She quickly turns around, trying to conceal the guilt on her face,
“I can’t, I thought I told you last week,” she frowns, her attempt at sounding genuine quite feeble as she turns off the computer. Calum rounds his corner from his station, furrowing his brows.
“No?” His voice has an edge to it. He notices the way she swallows before replying to him,
“I have plans,” she simply states, not willing to share what she was up to. Calum makes a face,
“Care to elaborate?”
“It’s not important,” she shrugs, trying to conceal the lie. Calum picks up on the way that she tried to lighten the tone, but there was something underneath her words that poke at Calum.
“Whatever,” it’s his turn to roll his eyes. She looks down at the desk, biting at her lip when her phone vibrates in her pocket. She quickly fumbles for it, reading the address from a blocked number before shoving it back in her shorts. Calum watches as her facial features fell at the sight of whoever texted her. He could see the way her eyes had begun to develop small drops of something that he didn’t recognise. He had never seen that look in her eyes before.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” Seraphina shrugs off Calum’s attitude, a fake smile winding its way up to the corners of her mouth. Calum scoffs before turning on his heel, unlocking the front door and slamming it behind him.
She flinches at the sound of the metal edges hitting the doorframe, her own heart seeming to flinch at Calum’s mood. She pulls out her phone, texting an ‘on my way’ before collecting her bag and leaving the shop, locking the door behind her.
She looks down either side of the sidewalk, turning left and finding her car parked on the side of the road. The old, beat-up Corolla was on its last leg, but she simply didn’t have it in her to buy another car. And neither did her bank account. She unlocked the door, the dark blue showing a few scratches around the handle, looking to her left and right again, before getting in. It’s stuffy and warm, the upholstery absorbing all of the heat from sitting outside all day. She starts the engine, quickly peeling out of the parking spot before heading for the address.
She looks at the abandoned building. Its grey walls are tagged with graffiti, that begin to cover the boarded-up windows. She notices the broken beer bottles in front of the door. She doesn’t see anyone outside. She pulls out her phone before sending Calum a quick, ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t make it tonight.’ He sees her message almost immediately, leaving the words ‘Read 19:57′ under the blue box. She sighs, pulling her hair out its bun and her fingers along her scalp. She looks up again, jumping at the sight of a man appearing at the entrance of the building.
She turns off the engine of her car, stepping out, looking left and right again, before shutting the door and locking it. She walks around the hood, tucking her hands across her chest as she approaches the man in front of the door. She recognises him as the client she had spoken to earlier in the day,
“Roy,” she nods her head at him. He smiles at her,
“Seraphina, I’m glad you could make it.” She stands in front of him, planting herself a few feet away from him, “I didn’t know if you’d take me up on my offer.”
“Yeah, well,” she shrugs. Her voice is no longer bright and her teeth no longer shine. Roy is smiling as if this is completely normal for him.
“Alright, let’s get started. You’re going to need this,” he reaches underneath his shirt and produces a handgun. It looks heavy as he holds it, “A Glock 19. Best for beginners,” he holds the barrel of the gun, handing her the grip. She doesn’t take it immediately. She simply stares, watching as the black shines under the street light a few feet from where they’re standing. She looks to her left and right again, looking for any sign of a security camera or cars passing by.
“Go on, it isn’t gonna bite,” he jokes. Her brown eyes look back at him and she swallows, hard. Uncrossing her arms, she reaches for the gun, slowly. When she grasps her hand around the grip and looks at Roy for further instruction. He releases the gun and it’s heavier than she anticipates. She catches it before she loses her grasp and it clatters to the ground.
“The safety is right next to the trigger. You take that off when you wanna shoot it, otherwise, it’s best if you keep it on. You cock the gun by moving the slide back. Make sure you have the safety off when you do that so you’re prepared to shoot if you need to,” he points to the spots on the gun. She barely absorbs his words as the heavy piece of metal shines back at her, almost as it’s taunting her.
She swallows again, nodding and looking up at Roy. She shakily checks to see if the safety is on before stuffing it in the band of her shorts. It feels stiff against her bare thigh, the metal a shocking cold. The cold always used to reboot her system when she was in shock. This kind of cold, only made it worse.
“You ready to meet the boss man?” Roy chuckles, leaning against the abandoned building and crossing his arms over his chest. She licks at her lips, using her front teeth to bite down on her lower lip. She shrugs nervously,
“I guess.”
Across town, Calum sits at the bar by himself. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t get his one night off. Saturdays, they opened the shop late, so he could be out till whenever he pleased on Friday nights. He had phoned Michael to join him. He didn’t want to drink alone tonight. When Michael walks through the entryway, he’s surprised that Calum’s alone at the bar. Michael approaches, slapping a hand on his tense shoulder,
“Hey, mate, what’s up?”
“Nothing,” Calum mutters, sipping at his whiskey on the rocks.
“What crawled up your ass?” Michael takes a seat next to his friend, signalling the bartender for a cider.
“Nothing nice, I can tell you that,” Calum tries to joke, but his voice comes out more like a growl.
“Where’s Seraphina?” His friend asks. Calum shoots him a look as if to say ‘don’t bother asking’, but Michael’s nosiness isn’t to be battled.
“I’ll ask again,” Calum turns his attention back to his whiskey, “Where’s Seraphina?”
“I don’t know,” he chuckles dryly, tossing back the glass. He gulps down the brown alcohol, no change in his facial expression, “Said she had ‘plans’.”
“And that was it?” Michael pushes.
“Yeah, Michael, that was it.” Calum snaps, flagging down the bartender for another whiskey. He was just starting to feel fuzzy, his stomach beginning to bubble with warmth, spreading a buzz throughout his blood. Michael sips at the bottle that had been placed in front of him, biting at his inner lip, trying to stop himself from asking more questions. Instead, he pulls out his phone, typing a quick, ‘Where are you?’ to Seraphina.
Her phone buzzes in her pocket as she stands next to Roy. She swallows, ignoring it as the man approaches her. His bald head shines in the dim light of the seemingly abandoned building. There are few lights in the back room, barely illuminating his facial features. The only things she can notice about him is the hollowness of his face and the sharp bones protruding from his cheeks. He has something between a five o’clock shadow and scruff along his jaw and above his upper lip. His green eyes are piercing, taunting as they look her up and down.
“You’re Connor’s ex-girlfriend,” he states with an amused tone. She nods her head.
“Thought you broke up with him to get out of this mess,” he presses.
“Circumstances change,” her voice is quiet. The boss barks out a laugh, turning around to the beaten up table holding bags of lord knows what. She looks at his stained white wife-beater. It’s covered in smears of brown and red.
“Well, I’m glad to have you aboard,” he turns around to look at her, sitting on the edge of the table. His mouth widens into a smile, revealing teeth that hadn’t seen the inside of a dentist office in what looked like decades. She subconsciously runs her tongue along the front of her teeth, “A hot little piece of ass like you will be real’ good for business, real good.” He runs his eyes up and down her legs again. Seraphina swallows once more.
“What were you thinking of starting with? Just some bud, or were you looking to make a bit more?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Well, I think you should go with more,” he reveals his teeth again in some form of a smile, “With you being in college and all, fending for yourself.” His words send a shiver down her spine. She suddenly feels hyper-aware of the piece that’s sitting on her left hip, the cold seemingly burning an imprint into her skin. The hair on the back of her neck stands up and she can feel the blood rush out of her face.
“O-okay,” she stutters. His smile goes wider,
“Let’s start you with some bud and some blow. Those are our best sellers, and I’m sure a lady like you won’t have a problem selling them.” She nods as he grabs plastic bags of white powder and green nuggets. She had seen this exchange plenty of times from a safe distance of a car parked across the street, the man hiding in the shadows, only hands holding bags visible in street lamps. She would watch as Connor looked left and right before taking the bags and stuffing them into his pockets.
“This bag has three others inside of it; a twenty bag, a fifty bag and an ounce,” he hands her the weed. She takes it slowly, trying to stop the shaking of her hands, “This bag also has three: half a gram, gram and a ball. I’m assuming you know what those go for,” he raises his eyebrows at her. She nods slowly before taking the plastic bag in her free hand.
He turns around and sits at his table again, “Let me just make something clear. If you don’t sell it all, you pay me for it. If you sell it all and aren’t honest with how much you make, you will pay for it. If you take it and keep the money for yourself...” he chuckles. The warning bells in her skull begin to ding at a high rate, “Well, you can fill in the blanks.”
Michael checks his phone for the thirtieth time as it seems like Calum knocks back his fifth glass of whiskey. Calum stopped responding to Michael’s attempts at conversation around glass number three. He’s been sitting in silence, staring at the bar top in front of him, his fingers wrapped tightly around the glass. Michael’s about to open his mouth again when a voice interrupts them,
“Hey, guys,” Seraphina’s voice is breathless when she approaches the bar, smiling at the bartender and ordering her usual. She sits in the open seat to Calum’s right. He lifts his head to look at her for a moment, noticing the small sheen of sweat that had begun to accumulate on her hairline and the redness lingering in the whites of her eyes,
“You’re stoned.” He states, looking back at his whiskey, knocking it back once again. He signals for his sixth.
“No,” she chuckles, “Just warm.”
“Yeah, sure,” Calum scoffs, watching as the bartender switched out the empty glass in front of him for another full one.
“Anyway, how are you, Michael?” Her attention turns to his blonde friend. She directs her voice towards him, but her eyes scan Calum. His black nose ring his still snug against his nostril, his array of roses tattooed on his neck still there, his brown, curly hair resting on top of his head the way it normally does. He’s wearing the same black t-shirt he wore earlier. His eyes are still the same dark brown they’ve always been. She’s checking to see if he’s changed when the reality of the situation is that she has.
Michael’s voice begins to chatter on as Calum’s gaze wanders to Seraphina. Her shoulders are tensed, her posture straighter. And that’s when his eyes spot it. The barrel of a gun outlined in her jean shorts.
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