video; un: kishibe

[penpoint]

[ The video flickers on and Rohan's at his desk. He sets down the pen he has in his hand on the desk in front of him. He looks fairly serious, though his tone has a certain ease to it when he speaks. A cat is perched on his left shoulder, white and a little fluffy and leaning into his space at every opportunity. Rohan makes no attempt to get the cat out of his bubble. ]

Good evening, everyone. Just a couple of quick things.

I finally found a reliable publisher. [ He leans forward, placing his chin in his palm. ] Which means that some of the recent manga I'm working on can finally be more easily accessed by the public as soon as it's ready. I'm considering making it easily accessible in a digital format, too.

That having been said, I am in need of a few models. This is a paid job, and I found studio space that I can use when I need to meet someone. This is a little different from if I weren't drawing you. I like to keep in practice, and I like to use a variety of different people. It keeps my skills sharp.

[ The cat, poised on his shoulder, starts to nudge his head against Rohan's face, wanting attention. He brings his hand up, moving his fingers over the fur. This seems to satisfy whatever attention it was wanting and returns to just settling himself in. ]

And the last is I am also taking commissions. I work very quickly, so if you need it fairly soon, let me know. I'll need to know what you're looking for and how big of a project it is. We can meet either in the studio space I'm using, at a park, or cafe if preferred to just discussing here.

Just drop me a line here, privately, or whatever works for you for any of the above.

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Is that so? Well, for now it seems we are. Don't forget that I am particular. [ As artists are. ] But since you are up for a challenge, I'll send you my studio address.

[industryplant]

[There's an odd mix of exasperation, with a slight bit of nostalgic fondness as he mentions being a little odd. Still smiling, she lets out a sigh before responding.] You wouldn't be the first I've dealt with.

[Between a certain DJ who was very full of himself and a certain producer who preferred the company of AI over humans, she wondered where this guy would fit in the spectrum of "particular".]

Sounds good to me. Hopefully, I can help with whatever vision you have.

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[ The next message comes with his studio address attached. ]

Let me know your free time. Being that I have have very little schedule to adhere to... [ The life of a freelancer. ] We'll see. And don't worry, if you don't, I'll just ask you to leave.

[industryplant]

I'm pretty new here, so my schedule is pretty free. I'm more used to working around other people's schedules anyway. [At least when modeling had been her main focus, maybe not so much when she went into singing. Not that it was relevant on this planet, anyway.]

[She gives a brief brow raise at the last comment, but again. He was far from the first person like this that she's had to deal with. The expression doesn't last long before she shifts into a more confident look. She was very good at PR, okay.] I could say that I won't disappoint, but it'll be better to show you in person.

[penpoint]

Ah - a new arrival. Well, I'll look forward to it, then.


[ ooc; if you're game, i'm game to action this up :o ]

[industryplant]

You and I both, I'll see you soon.

["Soon" being whatever day and time they agree upon. Angela isn't completely certain if it would be a thoroughly enjoyable job for herself, but hey. She needed the money, if she was going to try to make it big in the industry around here. But hey, as she mentioned before, she welcomed the challenge.]



[[OOC: I'm down, if it isn't too much trouble for you!]]

never too much trouble ♥

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[ His studio is pretty straightforward looking, minimally decorated. Storage shoved against the walls, plenty of space in the center of the room. Inside is anything one could possibly need as an artist. It's organized, clean. Knowing he was going to have guests. On the wall, a few pieces he's already done: locations and people from home. There's a desk that has his current manga out, and some supplies. And, there's an easel off to the side, to use should he find it necessary.

He's sure to leave his door unlocked, so that she can come in as soon as she arrives. ]

♥

[industryplant]

[For better or worse, being in the entertainment industry as long as she had instilled a sense of professionalism within her that was perhaps a little odd for a young woman her age. Still, even with the freedom she had now, Angela still had a hard time relaxing for too long. So while it might be a little humbling to have to return to modeling to pay the bills, she was still going to be as efficient as possible. If nothing else, though, she felt a little bad for all the managers she yelled at, in the past, when she was discovering that finding work really wasn't as easy as she thought it to be.

She arrives at Rohan's place five minutes early and attempts to knock at his door first. She's not exactly certain what he'd want her to wear for the job, so she just puts on an outfit she would wear to the typical outfit that she might wear for an interview. When she hears no response after about a half a minute, she tries again. When she still doesn't sense anyone coming near, she hesitantly tries the handle and is surprised to find it open easily. Did he just want people to come on in? That was awfully trusting of him, but maybe she was far too used to living as a celebrity.

Not quite entering the area, Angela peeks her head around the door, trying to catch sight of anyone, really.]

Hello? Anyone here?

[penpoint]

[ Rohan has adjusted to life here easily. If he were at home, he would have locked the door and thrown away the key, but here - he's not quite got the same fame that he has at home. Additionally, his worries are typically put at ease thanks to his Stand. Most average people are not a threat or bother him. He hears her, removing himself from his work and heading towards the front door.

Ah - her. There's the casual indifference resting in his features.

He moves to pull the door all the way open so she can step inside. He won't say much to her when he steps away, just: ]

Close the door behind you.

[ And he adds. ]

I didn't catch your name.

[industryplant]

[His indifference didn't bother her in the least - he seemed at least somewhat similar in personality to the person she looked up to the most, after all. She smiles politely anyway, glancing around a little as she steps inside.]

Sure.

[She watches him step away a couple of steps before she turns around to shut the door, soon turning back to continue conversing with him.]

It's Angela Carpenter. [She went by just Angela, for her singing career, but figured it'd be better to attach her last name at least until she could get more famous around here. Besides, with her mother's passing not that long ago, maybe it was better to keep that around when there wasn't anything else left of her to hold onto.] I don't think I've gotten yours either.

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Rohan Kishibe.

[ The answer comes simply, easily. No fluff, no fanfare. He doesn't know her so there's no reason to go further than that, after all. He shifts, walking towards a small, raised stage in the room. He points: ]

You can stand up here. You said you modeled, correct?

[ He shifts towards one of the desks and picks up his sketchbook and some charcoal pencils. ]

Are you American?

[ Her name sounded like it. ]

[industryplant]

It's nice to meet you formally then, Rohan.

[She gives a brief smile, before walking over to where he indicated. She glances around, her modeling instincts looking for something to interact with, but doesn't quite go for any certain pose just yet.]

I've acted and recently went into singing, but most of my experience is in modeling, yes. Usually I'd be expected to cycle through motions quickly, but that might interfere with your drawing, right? So tell me if you want a pose in particular.

[She looks a little amused by the assumption of her nationality when even she didn't know where her genetics came from, when she just found out about being a designer baby within a couple of weeks of being brought to this world.]

Hmm? That's a Earth thing, isn't it? I'm actually from Alba City. [A moment passes when she remembers having conversations with people that weren't even aware that life on another planet wasn't possible. So, she adds to it:] That's the biggest city on Mars. Though we're all descended from Earth refugees.

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It's an Earth place, yes.

[ His eyes drift. This isn't the first person he's met who isn't from Earth, and he's certain she won't be the last. He's fine with that, really. He's fine with the idea that he's meeting strangers from other worlds. And you can bet he's going to use the opportunity to get what he wants out of this interaction, too. ]

Mars, eh.

What year for you, then?

[ Because the possibility is only fiction right now. And, as she poses - just a bit, he notes: ]

Hold it.

[ He finds a seat, and immediately gets started. His hands move quickly over his paper, quite fast. ]

[industryplant]

[Once he gives the instruction to freeze, Angela does so immediately. She had been a model even at a really young age, so countless angry artistic directors and scoldings from her mom afterward shaped to be exceptionally good at following direction on the fly. For better or worse.

Even when she has to really think about what year it would have been for Earth, as far as years went, she manages to keep the same expression.]

It's the 50th year of colonization on Mars. But for Earth, I think it would have been 2072? [Though she didn't mind answering questions about herself - she was used to it from interviews - she figured it'd be more boring for him if she just talked about herself the entire time.] I take it that you're from Earth? What year is it, where you're from?

[penpoint]

1999. Yes, Earth. Japan.

[ His answer comes fast, simple. His hand moves over the paper. He gets quiet while he has his main focus be the art that he's working on. He only glances up if somehow he forgets or loses his place when drawing. He doesn't speak much about himself. That's not the type of dynamic that this is. So, he'll ask: ]

So probably not my Earth's timeline, then. I can't imagine we'd be colonizing Mars in less than 30 years. I imagine the technology here is more similar to yours than to mine.