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[Rien Holden Roscoe]

"And I'm saying it's not working. The model's not clicking with the scene. Either get a different model or fix her up. I'm not going to do anything I don't think works." Rien stood tall next to the small agent, his arms crossed firmly across his chest as he stared him down. A professional camera was held tightly in one of his hands, as if someone was about to take it without asking. Rien's expression was serious and concentrated. He was not going to deal with any shit on a shoot. The agent looked pissed about Rien's words and just when he was about to speak after Rien's silence, Rien cut him off, "If you want a different photographer, be my guest to get another one. I'm independant, but I still require my pay for flying out here to do this. After all, this is a bit out of my way."

The agent shook his head, and shoved a check at Rien and stocked off. As soon as the door slammed, Rien dropped the serious look, bending down and grabbing the check. Striaghtening it out, he just shook his head. You think people would have a taste for art or something, but no. They just want that perfect shot. Well, it's damn hard to get a perfect shot when nothign clicks. Every artist has his off day, but Rien knew it wasn't his. Maybe the model would come back and see if Rien would try again. after all, Rien Roscoe's shots were near perfection. That's why he could afford to be an independant photographer. He had the money.

Walking back into the lobby behind the scenes for the models and such, he grabbed himself a muffin and sat himself down in one of the comfy chairs. He pulled up his camera, turning it on. On the digital projection, he began to flip through the photos he had gotten of the girl before he called it quits. It was so apparent on her face how much she was faking. Sure, models fake all the time, but this was screaming broadwalk fake. The kind of acting that is shown in old movies. He couldn't help but crack a small at some of the pictures, at how the girl was just so pathetic. He knew the type exactly. Daddy paying the big bucks for his pretty daughter.

[Tinsley Scarlett Crawford]

Finally, break time. Tinsley had been at this studio since the crack of dawn, having her hair and make-up done, being fitted for the clothes, and of course posing for pictures along-side about three other models. Or were there four? Well, it didn't really matter. All Tinsley knew was that she should have listened to the part of her brain that had told her to go to bed early last night. She was exhausted mentally and in no mood to be ding a photo-shoot. But, like any good model, she didn't let her mental state interfere with the quality of her pictures. Sure, she had needed a little more reminding today: smile with your eyes, soften your features, don't hide your neck. Nothing too drastic, though. If she hadn't had to work today, she would probably have just gotten up an hour ago and be on her third cup of coffee. Modeling really wasn't as glamorous as it's cracked up to be; all she had to do was look at herself in the mirror before going into hair and make-up. In her eyes, her 'I just woke up' look was not very appealing.

Tinsley had been sent to the casting call for this shoot a few days ago, and obviously she had booked it. Modeling was... nice. And it was great to get some credit for her looks and her skills in the modeling department. But there were always those days where all Tinsley could think about was curling up with her lap-top or her book and a steaming cup of black coffee. And that sounded pretty damn good right about now. Speaking of coffee, she remembered faintly catching the scent of it when she came in earlier. Maybe they still had some left that they could prepare for her? That said, she set out on her hunt for the much needed cup of coffee.

Compared to the people working around the office, she must have looked ridiculous. Her hair was styled in an outrageous fashion, her make-up was way way overdone. But, that was the look the desgner wanted, and Tinsley was in no place to complain. It's not like she had to keep her looks like this for the rest of the week. Plus, it was entertaining playing 'dress up'. Every little girls fantasy, right?

Tinsley asked about the office, trying to see if anyone knew where she could find a coffee. Most people apologized and said that they really didn't have a clue, but one ambitious intern insisted that she would go around and check. It would probably prove fruitless anyways. Tinsley began wandering to the behind the scenes area when she heard a very familiar, on edge voice. She conspicuosly followed the man with the muffin and when he finally sat down and his face was visible, Tinsley's hypothesis was proven correct. "Why hello Mr. Roscoe. Fancy running into you here," she said with a sly smiel, sliding into the large arm chair next to his.

[Rien Holden Roscoe]

Roscoe enjoyed these kind of places. Though he owned his own house, he prefered being away from it all. Going places and forgetting troubles that happen at home, it was better to be away from it all. Comfortable settings like this was exactly what he loved. If only he was at the beach studio, he would so be on the beach right now, forgetting about the stupid models would hoped for the best.There was only one thing that got you somewhere in the model world and that was connections. And no model without connnections was a dead model. The way life worked with this kind of reality. Roscoe had his connections through his fatther, and he himself connected models to higher places as well.

As he continued ot flip through his pictures of the pathetic model, he munched on his muffin, enjoying the taste He felt like he hadn't had a muffin in years. He bet it was non-fat as well. Who cared about that though, figuring that Rien was about as thick as a twig. Once he had gone through one of his cards, he reached into his pocket for the next memory. Hopefully he had some dignifying shots from this whole afternoon. It would have been a waste of time if he got nothing more then faked up photos.

As he was slipping in the next card, he heard a voice and looked up when it addressed him. He though it was the agent again at first, or possibly the model, ready to tell him off. He was wrong. A smirk crawled across his face. "Very fancy indeed. Love the get-up." He geatured to her outfits, guessing that she had had her fun that day as well. "I'm here doing a shoot, or was doing a shoot. Guess I'll be catching the next flight out as soon as I put these to hard copies and send them. Terrible shoot really though. Don't know why they would want them." He shook his head, making sure his tone blamed the model, not himself. After all, he believed it was her, not him. He took great shots.

[Tinsley Scarlett Crawford]

Tinsley looked over her clothes once and smiled. "Thanks," she joked. The shoot had been for a high-fashion designer. You know, the one who creates things no one in their right mind would ever wear, but buy the clothing just for the sake of saying that the have a piece by that designer. It was some new designer, and he was most likely gay form the way he talked and carried himself. "I was actually considering buying this piece off of him," joked again. The one she had on was probably one of the more ridculous looks, with it's bright colors and endless amounts of fabric. Although Tinsley enjoyed having her own style, she certainly wouldn't ever consider keeping this outfit.

By a miracle, the intern who had insisted on finding Tinsley some coffee returned with a Starbucks cup. "I wasn't sure what you wanted in it, but I brought some cream and sugar," she said eagerly. She was obviously very ambitious. "Wow. You went out and got this for me? Thanks!" Tinsley said in appreciation. She knew most of the interns didn't get the recognition they deserved, she had witnessed alot of that around her mothers studio. Tinsley took the coffee from her, but left the cream and sugar. She preffered black; like a true writer. The girl left and Tinsley turned her attention back to Rien.

Tinsley nodded and frowned slightly in sympathy as Rien told her about the shoot. She knew how much Rien prided in his work, and getting a horrible model was the worst. Tinsley had worked with Rien before, and he was infact very good. Even if the model couldn't model, she was sure he got some good pictures. He always did. "You should stick around for a little while. I'll probably be done soon and we could go get something to eat or whatever," Tinsley suggested. They were already in one of the greatest cities in the world. Why waste the oppourtunity? New York had some of the best places to eat, best clubs, best shops, best everything.

[Rien Holden Roscoe]

Roscoe smirked, then chuckled softly to himself. Of course he knew the outfit was going to be outragous. If it was for a fashion shoot, then hell yes, it was going ot be one hell of an outfit. It never cesed to amaze Roscoe with the crazy things fashion designers could create. He looked at what she was wearing, then raised a brow, "If you're planning to buy that, then I honestly hope your planning to buy it to burn it. 'Course, that's about a million bucks down the drain." He shrugged. He had heard of worse money suicides. That's what he called waste of money, money suicides. He knew a million other ways to spend that money. Like right now, Roscoe was working to get his own personal studio in Las Vegas. But business kept him away from doing that.

When he noticed the intern, he rolled his eyes, taking another bite from his muffin. Good muffin at least. Roscoe wasn't really thristy though. He continued to flip through his pictures, just shaking his head as he looked at some of them. "Gah, evena rock could have more talent then this girl." He sighed, finally unable to take anymore and turning off the camera. He set it on the side table and pulled his legs up on the chair, putting the soles of his shoes together as he munched on his muffin. It seemed to be about the only decent thing on his mind right now, besides Tinsely.

Looking over at her, he gave her a questioning look, "Do you think they'll let me sit in on your shot while I wait?" Then he laughed at the idea, "Nevermind, that might not be smart. Usually when I do that, I either get kicked out for making too many comments or end up doing the shoot myself." Roscoe had a bit of a problem actually with workig with other photogrpahers. Thus why he was an independant photogrpaher. "But, sure, I'll stay for a bit. I haven't spoken to my favorite model in a while. Speaking of which, have you continued to work more on your modelig career? You have the talent, you know." He was always trying to get her higher in the model world, he thought she had great talent, but she had other plans.

[Tinsley Scarlett Crawford]

Tinsley laughed slightly and took a sip of her coffee. "I would never buy anything like this, of course. I'm not sure what kind of people would. It's quite hideous, in my opinion. But don't let the designer know I said that," Tinsley said to Roscoe, sipping her coffee once more, leaving a dark red stain on the rim of the cup. Sometimes, it seemed that designers were in a contest to design the most ridiculous outfit possible, and then to see what type of people bought it. There were those occassional designers, like Chloe & Stella McCartney, that had her model clothes that she would probably actually like to buy. But that was a rare occassion.

Tinsley had to admit, it would be fun having Rien there to watch; he was one of her favorite photographers that she had ever worked with. But he was right, knowing him, he would self-conciously take over the shoot without really realizing it. The photographer for this shoot was pretty good, not one of the best, but this designer was relatively new, also. Plus, it wasn't really her choice. "Yeah, I think it would work out best for the photographer if you didn't take over his job," Tinsley agreed. She did feel bad, though, that Roscoe's shoot hadn't worked out like he had hoped. The models she was working with were proving pretty good. If only he had gotten one of them.

Tinsley smiled when Roscoe agreed to stay for a little bit so the two could hang out afterwards. They hadn't really spent much time together lately, despite how close to each other they lived; modeling and photography required alot of traveling. Tinsley felt herself blush very slightly at his next question, except it wasn't noticable under the excessive amounts of make-up. "Well, I've been going to all the calls the agency has sent me too; I booked a few. And, my portfolio's growing and imporving," she replied. That was all true, but she really hadn't been spending much personal time searching for more jobs or anything like that. She knew Rien saw talent in her, and she knew she did have some. But modeling had never been her dream job. Sure, she enjoyed it, but not as much as she enjoyed writing. She wasn't eeven sure why she stayed in the industry; one of the only reasons was the guy sitting next to her.

[Rien Holden Roscoe]

"It's simple." Rien rested hsi elbow on the armrest, leaning towards her, "Fashion designers create outfits not with the mind that someone is actually going to wear them, they just make them for the look. When someone actually demands for something to be made and sold, then the fashion designer has ot bend to their will. When they are making something of their own, they can do whatever they want. Thus, they make outfits like yours." Rien geatured to her outfit, then smiled in a cocky sense. he knew the system, figuring he had worked it himself for quite some time now. He finished off the last bit of his muffin, setting his plate down next to his camera.

Waiting didn't seem like a thril to Rien, but he already got into one arguement today, and he didn't feel like getting into another one. Still, he was curious about how the shoot was being done. Maybe he could excuse himself if he had to bite his tongue too many times. "You know, I think I will sit in for a bit. If I start speaking up though, just tell me to go to my room or something, and I'll leave before I make the photographer get really self-consious." He shrugged, then smirked, "After all, when I get bored, things happened and I would prefer not to let things happen." Rien had some bad habits that he refused to deal with, like his drinking habit. But surprise surprise, he didn't have any alcohol just yet.

Rien nodded, glad to know he was helping her. There were some poeple who would die for her position with him, to have him backing them up. "Good. Good good good. Keep going with it and soon enough you'll be able to be independant and decide what you want to do." With enough status, like Rien, you can switch to be completely independant. Rien was independant for more the one reason though. Mostly because companies can't keep up with him, or can't keep him under contorl. He had a nasty habit of getting more out of the models then peopel expected. "So, what will we do in the lovely New York City?" He asked her, looking back over her, his eyes scanning her body then her face.

[Tinsley Scarlett Crawford]

Tinsley kept her eyes on Rien's and nodded occassionally as he spoke. She could relate in a way. Alot of the stuff she wrote, she just wrote for the sake of writing it. It was never made for anyone else to read. It was just a way of getting her ideas out. She would admit, some of the outrageous things designers made were very creative and took alot more than just putting a few pieces of fabric together. Tinsley could never consider herself creative in that area or any other type of artistic area. Literature arts was her specialty; short stories, poetry, even journalism all came naturally to Tinsley. But in elementary school, art was always one of her worst subjects, although how a child could do bad in art was beyond her.

Tinsley's lips curved into a smile again as she took a sip of her coffee. She wouldn't mind him being in there at all. Actually, she would quite enjoy it. For some reason, she always felt more comfortable when Rien was in the room. or doing the shoot. He made alot of models nervous because they knew all of his credits, how tough a photographer he was, and how attractive he was. But he was the one who had gotten Tinsley to where she was in the modeling world now, and he never failed to help her. "Alright. Strive for no time-outs this time, Ri-Ri," she teased him as if he was a little child. She was pretty certain he'd do a good job at containing himself, unless he found the photgrapher or models absolutely horrid. But, she was pretty sure he wouldn't think that. Well, she hoped he wouldn't.

Tinsley strained to keep her smile on her face as Roscoe told her to continue with the good work. She wasn't sure if she even wanted to be in the business long enough to become independent. The fashion industry was too catty and hectic for her. And she was sure there were plenty other girls in the world who would die for her spot. So why she hsould, who was so un-appreciative, be given this opportunity. Rien, that's why. What she wanted to do was become an independent writer; have her voice heard by millions through text rather than pictures and commercials.

Tinsley was glad for the change of subject; she didn't want to disappoint Rien by admitting that she didn't want to do this for the rest of her life, or as long as she could. "Well, there's plenty we can do. Go out to eat, walk around Central Park, visit Time Square, shop, which I'm pretty sure neither of us will really want to do after this, whatever," she dished out a few suggestions. Well, whatever they decided to do, she would need to grab a bite to eat; she was pretty hungry.

[Rien Holden Roscoe]

Rien felt the way about his photography and his music. There are some pictures that he had not released to the public, some of his personal favorites. While with his music, that was almost completely personal. He never shared his musical talents with anyone. Most people didn't even know his mother was even a famous musician. Most believed his mother was his father's wife. Rien kept a lot about his past personal, along with a lot of other things. He didn't enjoy people knowing his weaknesses. He was so grateful that when he was drunk, he never actually told about these things.

Chuckling playfully, he reached out to ruffle her hair, but found he had to pat her hand instead, since he didn't want to ruin her rather unique hair, "If it comes down to it, you have every right to duct tape my mouth shut." He smirked "But I will try to behave." He emphsised on the 'try' since he was sure he was going to fail terribly. He doubted he could keep his mouth shut or keep any noise from leaving his body. He would probably chuckle at something, or groan or grunt. He loved to play that game, the guesisng game.

Rien wanted Tinsley to be the girl that got all the things she deserved. When he first shot her, he could see the talent. And he wanted her to expand on that. He thought she would jump on the chances, but he had noticed a slower progession with her. He was curious as to why she didn't go farther faster, but he never pushed her. Some people worked at their own pace, and he wasn't one to make people do things. As much as he loved to though.

"Finding a nice restaurant sounds good." Rien leaned back into his chair, fiddling with the edge of his shirt. He wasn't really dressed that nice. Long pants, old though, but still designer. And a plain shirt. He was hoping for a more involved shot, but only got one thing. Bitching and whining. "I think I have something better in my suit case. If not, shopping might be a must. I don't think going with you would be rather nice dressed like this." He geatured to himself, pulling his legs tighter.

[Tinsley Scarlett Crawford]

Tinsley laughed slightly. "Alright, I'll make sure I know where they keep the duct tape, then," she assured him. It was funny to imagine Rien with duct tape over his mouth, especially at a photoshoot. Him not being able to voice his opinions seemed like it would be one thing Rien would hate more than alot of other things. So the image of him struggling to critique or insult, but not being able to was quite a humorous sight. Knwoing Rien's determination, he would probably find a notebook or something to scribble his objections into and toss it at the models or the photographer. Hopefully there wouldn't be any need for that, though.

The prospect of food was making Tinsley's mouth water and made her want this shoot to be done even quicker. "And I'm pretty sure I have something better than the sweats I wore to th shoot," she added in. She'd definitly need to go back to the hotel, shower, and change before heading out to eat. You never knew who you'd bump into, especially in New York City. Plus, Tinsley didn't exactly want to go around the rest of the day with her hair and make-up like this.

A second later, one of the photographer's assistants shot the two a stern look and informed Tinsley that the photographer would like to finish up in a minute or so, so she better go get her hair and make-up touched up and change into the other outfit. "Well, that was a nice, long break," Tinsley scoffed before downing the rest of her coffee. "Well, I guess it's time for me to head back and for you to test out your self-control," she said in a teasing tone os she pushed herself out of her chair. She began walking back towards where the photoshoot was, making sure Rien was right next to her.

[Rien Holden Roscoe]

Rien smirked, knowing she would love the chance ot duct tape his mouth. But knowing him, he would become like Wil E. Coyote, with the little signs he held up when he got hurt or something. Still, that would be equally amusing to see. Rien would try to behave himself though. It had been a while since he could just sit down and enjoy a shoot. Then again, most photographers were idiots to him, so he was forced to fix things. Rien began to fix the hair around his side burns as he figdetted a bit, laughing lightly, "What hotel are you at? I haven't checked into one yet, my flight was delayed and I was late as it was. So I currently have a rental car as my lovely hotel."

Rien wasn't planning on staying for the night actually. And he wasn't even going to rent a car, but the cilent paid for it since it would be faster from the airport. Rien doubted that some how though, figuring he barely got to the shoot in time. Luckily the assistants around here were really good at setting up things, so all Rien had to do was arrange some flash bulbs and then point, focus and shoot. And since the shoot went oh-so well, he thought he could easily get the next flight out and get back home. Those plans were canceled though.

Rien pushed himself off from his seat, grabbing his camera as he went to follow Tinsley. "Testing? That sounds like a good word to use for me. Bet I fail." He smiled, slipping his camera strap over his head. He flipped it on for a moment, then quietly got it aimed at the back of Tinsley's head. "Hey Tinsley!" He shouted out in surprise, then snapped a picture right as her head turned. He looked over the camera, smiling. He turned it to slide show mode to see how the picture turned out then smiled, "Oh, this one is going in my personal favorites." He chuckled, turning off the camera.

[Tinsley Scarlett Crawford]

It took Tinsley a moment to remember exactly where she was staying. She had arrived last night at about nine in the afternoon and was driven straight to her hotel. But which one was it? Normally, when she came hhere with the family, the stayed at The Plaza, but she was certain that wasn't where she was residing at this time. "Oh! The Waldorf Towers inside of the Waldorfa-Astoria hotel," she replied as soon as it came to her mind. It was an extremely nice hotel. High ceilings, fancy furniture, vast rooms, and wonderful service. Even though Tinsley certainly got enough money from modeling, her mother always insisted on paying for Tinsley's hotel whenever she was traveling. And, of course, only the best for the daughter of a famous talk-show host. Although Tinsley didn't want to seem spoiled, she admitted that she adored these types of hotels. "If you need to change or whatever, you can just come back their with me. It's certainly big enough," Tinsley suggested. Her suite was one of the bigger ones in the hotel.

Tinsley wasn't quite sure if she thought Rien really would be able to control himself. "Well, way to be Mr. Positive," she joked. As soon as Tinsley heard Rien's shocked tone of voice call out her name, she quickly whipped her head around to see what he wanted. But what she got was a bright flash of white light right in her face. She frowned at him; she was certain that picture would not come out very attractively. She wouldn't dare try and grab his camera to erase it, though. Tinsley was pretty positive that Rien wouldn't exactly appreaciate that. Instead she continued to glare and shot him a look that said 'I hate you'. But, of course, she didn't really hate him.

As soon as they neared the dressing rooms and the room where the photo shoot was being held, she heard someone cll out her full name. "I better get back there," she said with a smile and a small sigh. "Behave yourself," she instructed him before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. It was a habit she had acquired from bothe the modeling agency and being around people who worked for her mom too much. People in the business were always so touchy feely, and it had rubbed off on her. So she didn't think anything of the little kiss at all.

[Rien Holden Roscoe]

"Alright, cool." Rien nodded. He wondered what in the world he had in his suit case, since he was sort of rushed out of the house. He pakced clothes, not thinking he was going ot be staying long, so their was little hope in his mind that he had anything too decent. But you never know. He might get lucky. "That sounds good. I just gotta hope I have something to change into." He chuckled lightly, scratching the back of his head, then brushing his fingers through his hair. He began to wonder back to when he was packing for his shoot. Gosh, he remembered packing everything for his camera and the soot, but Rien probably pulled another blond emoment with his things. Even though he wasn't blonde.

Rien smirked, "If I'm mister postive, then does that make you misses negative," he teased her. Rien just flashed an innocent smile at her as he looked at the picture, then shut off the camera. He was quick like that. Most of his personal favorites were of catching people off guard. It was a personal hobby though to get the perfect shot, and he believed a planned shoot was no way for a perfect picture to come out. A perfect picture had ot be that moment where someone's strongest emotion is shown. And no planned shoot will bring that out.

"I'll try," He made no promises as she kissed his cheek. He smirked and walked over to the shoot, remaining in the background. He flashed his pass to a few people who gave him a questioning look. Others just seemed to recongize him. When the ran into the photographer, they shook hands, acknowledging each other. Surprise, surprise, Rien knew the guy. And the guy knew Rien, and what Rien was known for. They laughed abou thim keeping quiet and Rien rolled his eyes, again making no promises. He remained behind the photographer, watching as he worked.

[Tinsley Scarlett Crawford]

Tinsley laughed slightly. "Miss negative. I'm not married," she corrected him. Immeadiately after she said that, though, she realized how 'english nerd' that kinda sounded. She wasn't necessarily repremanding him on his grammar; she was just making a joke. Still, alot of people probably wouldn't have picked up on that mistake. Well, she assumed it was just because of her love for writing. I mean, you couldn't be an excellent writer and have horrible grammar now, could you? That wouldn't work out very well. "If I see that picture anywhere in the press or on the internet or something, you are dead meat Rien Roscoe," she threatened him in a joking matter. She didn't think he would actually doing something like that anyways, especially if it was an un-appealing picture.

The two parted ways as Tinsley made her way back to the hair and make-up rooms and Rien over to where the photo's were actually being taken. Tinsley sat down in a chair and immeadiately two people began working on her. She almost choked from all the hairspray floating around the room. She tried to sit still, though, as a girl worked on touching up her make-up. She wasn't sure why exactly she needed more make-up, or more hairspray for that matter. She had plenty on and it looked fine. Well, this certianly would be a pain to wash out today. A couple minutes later Tinsley was told she was finished and was instructed to get back to the shoot.

As she walked back out, her eyes rested on Rien and she gave him another look that said 'be good'. Who knew what would happen to this shoot if he didn't behave himself. There were two other models with Tinsley and less than a second after they walked out, the photographer began barking instructions at him. Telling them to pose this way, turn their neck that way, smile with their eyes, etc. For the most part, the models seemed to be working okay, and so was the photographer. It was a rather simple shoot, no props and a solid color background. Definitly a shot that really wanted to focus on the clothing.

[Rien Holden Roscoe]

"Miss, Misses, same difference. Married or unmarried, celebs always go by something different then what they are," Rien shrugged it off. He knew a lot of different celebs would goes by 'misses' when they were unwed, and 'miss' when they were wed. Why? Rien never stopped to ask. He didn't see much need to. As long as he stayed mister, he was just fine. Rien chuckled, "It'll be up in my personal gallery when I get home and develop it. Don't worry, it'll be all over the world in the matter of seconds with the internet." He toyed with her playfully. Poking fun at her was definitely one of his favorite hobbies, but she was always willing to bplay along and such with him, which made it better. Soemtimes.

As Rien patrolled the back of the studio, he beganto examine different things seeing what equipment they were using. He would cring at this and approve of this. But he kept his mouth shut for the most part until the photographer started shooting. He turned his attention back to the models, watching them. It was a simple shoot, no real background to worry about, but getting the clothes right was always a problem. He looked for the designer, to see if the guy who made the outfits was there. He found him next to the photographer. Rien walked over to the two, listening in on what they were saying until the photographer barked orders from the designer.

Rien grimanced. That was not how he ran his shoots, no one told Rien what to do. He figured it out on his own. He ASKED what the designer wanted and such and worked with it. Huffing a bit, he crossed his arms, still trying to keep his mouth shut as he watched. But the designer must have heard him or something, because the guy wheeled around, glaring at Rien. Rien looked at him, mouthing a 'what' to him. The guy seemed on edge for some reason, but turn his eyes on the girls again. "No guts, no glory." Rien muttered off, causing the designer to wheel around again. "Got a problem? This isn't your shoot. It's mine!" Rien held up a finger. "No shoot belongs to anyone but the photogrpaher. They are the ones with the camera. Models can pose all they want, and designers can draw all they like, but no fashion gets out without the photogrpaher."

[Tinsley Scarlett Crawford]

During the beginning of the shoot, it was obvious to Tinsley that Rien didn't exactly enjoy how this shoot was going. Well, at least the way the photographer and the designer were running it. It was obvious from his easily readable expressions. Tinsley had to supress a giggle at seeing Rien's pissed-off face and his crossed arms. He looked like a little kid that just got upset because his mother wouldn't let him buy what he wanted at the toy story. It was pretty adorable, she had to admit. Hopefully, though, Rien hadn't seen the small smile that had escaped onto her lips at his portrayed emotions.

But she saw Rien's lips move a little, and after that, everything seemed to go downhill. The designer blew up and so did Rien. The models looked a little confused and slightly scared at the two angry males. Rien looked as if he were about to bite the designer's head off. And the designer looked like all he wanted to do was call security and have them throw Rien out a window or something. The photographer didn't seem to know if he should be upset at Rien for disrupting his shoot and slightly critisizing him, or glad that Rien was, in some form, sticking up for him. And Tinsley just looked disappointed.

She made her way over to the boys and looked quickly between the two. She finally settled a hand on Rien's shoulder and looked him straight in his eyes. "You promised," she said softly. She pleaded with her eyes for him to just settle down and try to relax himself and ignore how it was being run. Truthfully, it was distracting Tinsley that he was getting so worked up about this, but she would never admit it. It wasn't doing wonders for everyone else, either, this big argument. It put shooting to a hault for the moment as the two guys seemed ready to rip each-others throats out over some petty thing like this.

[Rien Holden Roscoe]

No one messed with Rien, he took no crap from anyone. Especially designers and especially staff. He worked on his own, and even though he wasn't working the shoot, he didn't like how the designer was the one barking orders. The photographer was going to get yelled at by the guy later if none of the pictures turned out well, but they aren't going to turn out well if the designer is trying to get the photographer to get the right picture. The designer needed to learn to respect the photographer and allow him to do what he needed, not become his mother. The idea just really pissed off Rien. And he was going to stick up for his photographer friend.

"Oh, you think you know everything, boy?!" yelled the designer, and Rien simply glared at him, "I don't know everything, but if you don't quit pushing him then you're either not going to get a decent shot or you're not going to have a photographer to take pictures of your work." Rien challenged back, the two of them standing face-to-face as they growled at each other. The other photographer was looking between the two, not really sure of what to do. Luckily, someone came to break up the two. Rien felt someone touch his shoulder, and he looked at Tinsley.

Clentching his jaw, he took in a few breathes as he stared at Tinsley. Okay, so he failed rather quickly there. After he got his cool, he looked around him for a moment, then grabbed off a near-by table a roll of duct tape. He handed it to Tinsley and crossed his arms, his eyes still glaring at the fashion designer, who had gone off in his own corner to cool down. Both him and Rien were still steaming, but tinsley had an unspoken point. It wasn't his shoot, and it wasn't his job to tell people how to do things.

[Tinsley Scarlett Crawford]

Tinsley smirked as she was handed the duct-tupe. She had forgotten about that for a moment. With a mischevious look on her face, she fumbled to find the beginning of the tape and then stretched it out. She placed part of it a few inches away from the edge of Rien's mouth and wrapped it all the way around his head once. Everyone on the set seemed very confused, and their eyes moved questionginly between Tinsley and Rien. The designer seemed smug, though; Tinsley hoped Rien didn't see his expressions. The smile returned to her lips when she saw that there was no one of him actually forming words. Tinsley grinned at Rien and tousled his hair a little before walking back over to where the other models were.

No one was quite sure what had just happened; why Rien Roscoe had just let one of the models duct-tape his mouth shut. But none of them seemed to mind. Once again, the director barked at everyone to get back to what they were doing, and just to spite Rien, he seemed to be giving the photographer even more 'suggestions'. The photographer looked slightly peeved, but Tinsley tried to ignore it as the shoot went on.



-Wow, short. Sorry.-

[Rien Holden Roscoe]

Rien made a promise and he was going to keep it, since Tinsley was one of the few people he actually kept promises for. He tried, he failed, and now he got punished. Keeping his arms crossed, he was still glaring at the fashion designer, giving him a glare warning him that his mouth wasn't going to be duct taped forever. Just a few leaked words and his career could be over, especially with the power Rien had. He stood still as Tinsley duct taped his mouth shut. If he was an anime character, he would have that mass of swiggled lines above his head, signaling annoyance at the situation. This was not over.

Once he was duct-taped to silence, he walked back to the back of studio, his arms still crossed. As the fashion designer continued to peeve the photographer, Rien growled from under the duct tape, waiting patiently for the shoot to be over. He was ready to strangle the fashion designer. Probably some newbie thinking he was all high and mighty. Just wait until none of his shit sold, then he'll become nothing more then a retail worker. Oh, how Rien would love to piss him off at Starbucks or something. The thought of that kept him at ease at the moment, but the glare never left his face as he huffed every now and there. Hey, he wasn't able to bark back, which was good. Figuring Rien had both a bad bark and bite.

[Tinsley Scarlett Crawford]

Luckily, the rest of the shoot went on without a hitch. The girls continued posing, the photographer continued taking pictures, the designer continued 'suggesting' things to the photographer, and Rien continued not talking. Thanks to the fact that their were no more interruptions, the shoot ended fairly quickly. The photographer seemed to have gotten a few good shoots or more out of it, because the look on his face was a look of satisfaction as he scanned throguh the pictures. The designer also seemed please, yet whether that was because he had gotten his way or the shoot had ended well was unknown to Tinsley. She was just relieved to be able to get out of the uncomfortable clothes. Of course, she didn't let this discomfort show in her pictures. Plenty of outfits girls and guys had to model weren't meant to feel nice on you. Comfort was the last thing considered. No, it was all about the appearance.

Just to be safe, Tinsley left the tape around Rien's mouth whiel she changed back into her everyday clothes that she had worn here: a pair of low-rise Seven jeans and a black, slim-fitting t-shirt. Her hair was still a wild mess, but she had managed to get most of the make-up off. When she spotted Rien once more she walked over to him and started to slowly take the tape off. "Now," she began before she started pulling of the part attatched to his skin, "we can do this quickly or slowly. Either way is gunna hurt a little." She knew even having a band-aid ripped off hurt, and this stuff was duct-tape, so it would certainly sting a little more. But Rien was a tough guy, so it shouldn't hurt him too bad.