Post by Misa Amane on Jun 28, 2008 4:25:16 GMT -5
She was standing on the lip of a fountain, balancing easily in neon pink getas. Her red leather outfit stood out against the gray marble of the dolphins, and her heavily bleached hair was striking against the blue backdrop of the sky. Every provocative but yet innocent pose she made seemed to be better then the last. Click, click, click, click... the regular sounds of the camera were timed by every move she made.
"Misa, my love, look toward the sky," the photographer called.
She obliged, her skirt rising to dangerous proportions as she turned sideways her head tilting, thrusting a hip back. There was a small crowd gathered around, a few with autograph books in their hands. She was very well known for a model so new to the buisness but anyone looking at her could see why, she had a natural talent in front of the camera and a smile that seemed to just draw people to her. Like a mouth to the flame really.
There was a cat-call from one random male fan which Misa Misa gave a wink at, spinning agilely as leaned forward toward the photographer, giving him a rather nice view of her cleavage.
"Perfect!" He praised, snapping quick shots as he watched the young girl in awe. No one would ever expect the sweet, innocent, lovely Misa Misa to be the Second Kira that was at large. She knew she had nothing to worry about, now she just had to attempt to be patient and wait for her god to come sweep her off her feet.
"Were done for the day." The photographer called from over his shoulder, sounding a bit disappointed as he made his way back the the team of stylists.
Misa stretched before hopping off of the fountain, landing delicately on her feet. She followed the photographer back to the van they had arrived in which was stocked with piles of makeup and hair supplies. She climbed into the back of the van, grabbing the two doors getting ready to close them. "No peaking," Misa teased closing the doors behind her. She kicked off her getas easily before slipping out of her skirt and shirt, replacing it with her lolita style black skirt along with a matching black tank top. She grabbed her black choker looping it around her neck twice. She slipped her feet into her black leather combat boots before once more exiting the van.
"A minute and three seconds," Misa giggled, scanning her crowed of fans. "Misa Misas second best time." She added cheerfully. Her almost permanent smile faded when she spotted a girl in the crowed of fans....without a name? Misas heart started racing. Could this be Kira? She had always just assumed Kira was a boy. It hadn't even occurred to her that it could be a female. Maybe other people other then herself and Kira had a Death Note. It wouldn't be impossible...how many Death Note holders could there be then?
Misa quickly recovered herself, putting on her usual girl next door smile. "Misa's gonna spend time with her fans!" She quickly called over her shoulder as she skipped toward the small group where the woman was. She came to a stop in front of the young woman, she couldn't be only a few years younger then her and quickly shot out petite hand covered in black lace toward the young woman. "Hello! Are you one of Misa Misa's fans?" She asked in her usual sickingly sweet tone.
"Misa, my love, look toward the sky," the photographer called.
She obliged, her skirt rising to dangerous proportions as she turned sideways her head tilting, thrusting a hip back. There was a small crowd gathered around, a few with autograph books in their hands. She was very well known for a model so new to the buisness but anyone looking at her could see why, she had a natural talent in front of the camera and a smile that seemed to just draw people to her. Like a mouth to the flame really.
There was a cat-call from one random male fan which Misa Misa gave a wink at, spinning agilely as leaned forward toward the photographer, giving him a rather nice view of her cleavage.
"Perfect!" He praised, snapping quick shots as he watched the young girl in awe. No one would ever expect the sweet, innocent, lovely Misa Misa to be the Second Kira that was at large. She knew she had nothing to worry about, now she just had to attempt to be patient and wait for her god to come sweep her off her feet.
"Were done for the day." The photographer called from over his shoulder, sounding a bit disappointed as he made his way back the the team of stylists.
Misa stretched before hopping off of the fountain, landing delicately on her feet. She followed the photographer back to the van they had arrived in which was stocked with piles of makeup and hair supplies. She climbed into the back of the van, grabbing the two doors getting ready to close them. "No peaking," Misa teased closing the doors behind her. She kicked off her getas easily before slipping out of her skirt and shirt, replacing it with her lolita style black skirt along with a matching black tank top. She grabbed her black choker looping it around her neck twice. She slipped her feet into her black leather combat boots before once more exiting the van.
"A minute and three seconds," Misa giggled, scanning her crowed of fans. "Misa Misas second best time." She added cheerfully. Her almost permanent smile faded when she spotted a girl in the crowed of fans....without a name? Misas heart started racing. Could this be Kira? She had always just assumed Kira was a boy. It hadn't even occurred to her that it could be a female. Maybe other people other then herself and Kira had a Death Note. It wouldn't be impossible...how many Death Note holders could there be then?
Misa quickly recovered herself, putting on her usual girl next door smile. "Misa's gonna spend time with her fans!" She quickly called over her shoulder as she skipped toward the small group where the woman was. She came to a stop in front of the young woman, she couldn't be only a few years younger then her and quickly shot out petite hand covered in black lace toward the young woman. "Hello! Are you one of Misa Misa's fans?" She asked in her usual sickingly sweet tone.
