Snippet #1352231

After the morning run, the day went on as usual. First a shower, then a healthy meal of fruits and vegetables - she preferred eating anything that she'd made grow on the earth and animals weren't one of those - before heading out of the house to her job. Demi herself wasn't a big fan of where she worked nor the motives of the company. But it payed nicely and it was better to do something productive instead of sitting around all day while waiting for her afternoon job began. When done with the two hour morning job, she would head to the self proclaimed Southern Grill to serve as a bar tender and waitress. It was fairly relaxing and had fair pay, and it was somewhere she could go to escape the other gods and all their mayhem.

The brunette pressed through the front door of Fabulous, a new modeling company that was becoming rather well-known in this area. Immediately she was swarmed by the many hairdressers and stylists of the center (aka, all hopeless girls who wouldn't get anywhere in life with the skills they believed they had). Truthfully, Demi hadn't come to become one of the models at the company by her own want. A friend of hers who worked there as a model, a nymph, had been showing off photos of them at some lame party they'd gone to several nights before. The manager had immediately called her up and insisted upon hiring her. She had fought, being the hard-to-get goddess she was known to be (only Zeus had ever gotten past that and now their daughter was married to the devil) but was eventually overthrown as she began having troubles keeping her house on just the pay of a waitress.

Demi allowed the girls to pull her into the back room and prepare her for the daily shoots. Her lips remained in a tight line and her hazel eyes cold as makeup was applied and hair was tugged. Gods, I must be a fool to have ever woken from that slumber, she thought disdainfully. She obediently pulled on a restricting dark brown, almost black dress and then headed into the back room. Flashes and snaps blinded her as cameras snapped pictures of other higher models. Humans and their lust, she grumbled to herself before stumbling to one of the white canvases.

It didn't take long to take the pictures, but it felt like eternity to her. Though she smiled her dashing smile, there was a cold frown piercing in her eyes. As soon as they were done she marched off, kicking off the heels and storming into the dressing room. She shook out her hair and dressed into her more comfortable clothes (a white tank and light pink booty shorts). It was her normal attire, but she dressed for comfort, not to be unique or look beautiful. Demi pushed through the crowds of admirers in the front lobby, applied her shades, and somehow managed to get outside without having to kill someone. Aphrodite should replace me. I'll have to talk to her about it, she thought as she pressed down the street, black converse almost making no sound despite her hasty pace. Maybe I'll skip work tonight and visit everyone...