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Post by ode on Sept 23, 2010 21:37:31 GMT -5
((Dobster and Damian))
Dobster MicutSkin kneeled and angled his camera up at he got the loving couple together. This was their first voluntary shoot since their mating one year and three months ago exactly and they were selling it to one M-Scar magazine, one of the three leading digi mags in the universe. Their baby in Niko’s arms, grinning cutely as his parents shifted and turned this way and that.
“Hold him between you. I don’t want a supermart family portrait here, I need something that will sell,” he said as he moved to a different angle and got one of the three shots he knew would make this magazine a number one seller. “Let’s focus on the kid here, come on mom and dad, how precious is your kid?”
He snapped a photo of the two superstars kissing their kid on either cheek while the kid was laughing maniacally. He would have smiled himself had the kid not immediately burped afterwards. Gross…
“Alright, take ten while I look these over, gents,” he said and moved to the small laptop he had set up to inspect his work ere he decided the shoot was over.
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Post by praiseofblood on Sept 23, 2010 21:46:42 GMT -5
Damien sighed, leaning against the wall, his head angled up to look at the sky. Damn Keiran dragged him here and left him, and Niko and Bren were being all lovey dovey. He was happy for them, really, he was, but he had to get back to work.
The bio-engineer/rocker did look a bit out of place in his white lab coat, black jeans, loose black t-shirt with multiple rips and chains throughout the whole ensemble, and his wild black hair.
Niko looked over to their friend. "Hey Damien, come on off the wall and mingle!" Niko urged. "There's plenty food over there." he said with a smile.
Damien sighed, as he pushed off the wall and sauntered slowly over in his smooth, graceful, gait.
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Post by ode on Sept 23, 2010 21:52:10 GMT -5
Dobster's eye caught on something and had his head turning. He started at the rock-doctor guy as he made his way to the couple he was photographing. Vaguely aware that his cock was happy to see the man. Grunting at his own display of sexual need, he turned back to the photographs.
Seeing the three he wanted, he walked back over to the group. "You did well, thank you. You may, of course, see to the food and beverages but as for the shoot itself, you're finished." That said, he let his eyes run over the long haired man again before heading over to the buffet.
Brendan's manager immediately came over and informed him that mingling with the other celebs that had been photographed a few moments before would be good for his career.
Brendan just sighed and lifted his baby in the air. "Is there a reason i don't fire this guy?"
The manager snorted, "Because we have a contract that says you love me and the money I bring your way."
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Post by praiseofblood on Sept 23, 2010 21:58:03 GMT -5
"Fuck off Sloan. Let us enjoy our day." Niko growled, flashing the male his fangs. By this time, Sloan knew not to mess with Niko, and quickly beelined it out of there.
Damien headed over to the food after patting his friends on the shoulder. A cute bearer there caught his eye and he raked his gaze over the male before proceeding to get some food.
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Post by ode on Sept 23, 2010 22:00:12 GMT -5
Dobster saw that rake and snorted around his mouth full of turkey sub. Typical red blooded male, already checking out the booty, he thought to himself and took an extra big bite next time the man looked just because. Ha, let him think of a big fat turkey sandwich every time he looks at my ass.
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Post by praiseofblood on Sept 23, 2010 22:02:38 GMT -5
Damien was tempted to smile, tempted. But he just took his plate, headed to a table, pulled his glasses out of his pocket and began to sketch out the inner tube of a synthetic arm.
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Post by ode on Sept 23, 2010 22:06:54 GMT -5
Dobster grabbed another piece of sub when he saw a group of people coming and went to sit down at, unfortunately the only table set up. It was long, foruntately, but not long enough for him to avoid conversation.
"Mr. Micutskin," he nasaly voice of Brendan's manager came in his voice loud enough to make him wince. "It's so great to have you as the photographer for todays shoot!"
"Blah," he mumbled. Like this asshole had anything to do with MY shoot.
"Excuse me?"
"Sure, yeah, it was fun. Oh, what fun," he took a gulp of his soda and was tempted to try and burp just to see if it would make the dide back out of his face.
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Post by praiseofblood on Sept 23, 2010 22:10:16 GMT -5
Damien blinked as he heard Sloan's annoying voice nearby. He looked up, seeing the male pestering the cute photographer with the sandwich. He sighed, "Sloan, come here for a moment." He said, deep voice like chocolate, rolling over the males.
When the male came over, Damien sent him on a bullshit errand "for Brendan" and leaned back into his chair as the male headed off.
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Post by ode on Sept 23, 2010 22:13:25 GMT -5
Dobster sighed in relief and finsihed up his sandwich, almost pouting when it was all gone before focuing on his drink.
That guy had had a sexy voice though... He wondered if he did phone sex. That would be awesome. Maybe he could ask him on a phone-sex date. Would that be weird? Probably would, he decided.
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Post by praiseofblood on Sept 23, 2010 22:19:01 GMT -5
"Hey Damien!" Niko called. "How about a song!" he said, grinning at his cousin. Damien had told them multiple times that he didn't WANT to be famous, but of course--you never could tell any child of Gri's anything.
Soon, Niko had started up a cheer of "Sing, sing, sing, sing..." and Damien sighed, standing and trudging to the stage, pulling off his labcoat and handing it to Niko.
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Post by ode on Sept 23, 2010 22:21:08 GMT -5
Dobster raised a brow and leaned back in his seat, arms behind his head as he stared at the man along with every one else. Now that he had a legitimate excuse to look at the man, he supposed he was more than a little bit eye candy. With a smooth voice that made him want to...
Eh..., he was acting like the perv now.
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Post by praiseofblood on Sept 23, 2010 22:33:12 GMT -5
Darren took a breath and stepped up to the mic.
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Post by ode on Sept 23, 2010 22:35:21 GMT -5
Dobster had hid camera in hand before the fourth lyric and was taking pictures of the man as he sung. The passion in his face turned on the artist inside of him and had him snapping away.
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Post by praiseofblood on Sept 23, 2010 22:39:13 GMT -5
Damien finished the song and there was applause from the crowd as he stepped back and walked offstage to finish his dinner.
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Post by ode on Sept 23, 2010 22:41:26 GMT -5
Dobster tucked his camera away and stored away the plan to submit the photos to the up and coming section of M-Scar. Planning to sneak out while everyone was busy, he grabbed his camera and instructed his assistant to pack up his thngs before pulling on his jacket.
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