Don't get too close.. [ic,closed]

[SilentButterflies]

".. because I might hurt you."

Name
Lana Beatrice Malone

Age
Twenty

Appearance
Standing at an average height of about 5'5", Lana's often made to seem taller by the heels that she wears when she's modelling. She has a naturally slender frame and a small build which is often complimented by beautiful clothes that she's borrowed from her agency and her skin tone's a creamy colour that contrasts with her shock of chestnut brown locks that're often worn in a pretty tousled manner to about shoulder length.
One of Lana's most striking features though are her eyes. They're a deep moss green colour that stand out against her pale skin and deeper hair colour, and they're lined by rows of dark lashes that are seemingly enhanced by mascara usually, or more stage make up when she's working. There's no mistaking that the twenty year old's a beautiful girl, with pink cupid bow lips and high cheekbones, but sometimes her natural beauty tends to be lost amongst the amount of things that are added to her when she's modelling.

Personality
Blunt, sarcastic, pushy, stubborn, loyal, a little cold, comical at times, dry sense of humour, bit of a hot-head, genuine and independent.

History
Born on the 4th of March to Nina and Michael Malone, Lana was the young couple's first and only child seeing as they'd never really wanted children in the first place. You see, the Malone's weren't the best off of couple's before they had Lana. They were barely living in a one bedroomed flat on the top of a sky rise building, always struggling to bring in good amounts of food, always spending what money they did manage to earn on alcohol or drugs. Lana was just a result of not taking the correct precautions, an accident, something which was drilled into her all the way through her childhood.
Whereas the Malones were reasonably good parents, always feeding their child and taking her to school, at the same time they weren't because they never showed her any kind of affection, any kind of love. They did what was asked of them to stop the police or social services getting involved but anything extra like emotion was a definite no go. So when Lana tripped and grazed her knee as a toddler, or if she was being pushed around by an older boy at school there was never anyone there to pick her up again, to cuddle her and tell her that everything would be okay.
All of this went on pretty much throughout Lana's life which is probably why she started to rebel when she hit her teenage years. She saw her mother drinking, her father smoking and didn't see the problem with doing it to. I mean, call it cliche but she went off the rails for a while, flunking her education and just generally getting herself into a mess healthwise, relationshipwise, everythingwise. Her parents were none the wiser either, too involved in their own problems to bother about their daughter. So when Lana was kicked out of school at seventeen, they said not a word and let her get on with it, that being exactly what she did.
You see after living through the hell that her parents had put her through, the brunette wanted nothing more to escape, which is when she got herself into modelling. Having always been naturally beautiful, she was picked up by an agency fairly quickly and was soon earning enough to afford her own apartment, her own life. So at nineteen, she moved out and she's been living and working ever since.

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"Lana? Did I tell you before?"
"Did you tell me what Miriam?"
"Eric's not doing your shoot today honey. Summet' came up so Anthony's standing in."
"What came up?" Lana asked as she poked her head around the side of the dressing room to where a considerably older female was dressing a girl up in a brightly coloured material, pins held in between her lips.
"Some kinda' girlfriend problem I think."
To this answer, Lana simply sighed and settled back down into her seat as one of the make up artists started fiddling with her hair, trying to perfect the a messy updo look for the shoot that they were about to do.

Thinking back, the brunette couldn't remember much about this Anthony. She remembered him from the one time that they had been introduced, vaguely, but other than that Eric had been her photographer. They worked well together the two of them so nobody had ever tried to split up the partntership; not that she minded this time of course. If Eric had problems she'd support him in his time off, although, she just hoped that her and Anthony could get along just as well.
"Oww," she jumped suddenly then though, a grip prodding her head having knocked her out of her little thought bubble.
"Sorry," the hairdresser mumbled. "Just keep your head still whilst I put in this last... grip... Done. You're ready to go Lana."
Nodding slowly so as not to ruin her 'do, the twenty year old slid off her seat then and sauntered out of the dressing room bare foot, offering a sly smile to Miriam as she walked past.

"Looking good Lana," she grinned back with a wink, making the brunette's smile grow before she rounded the corner after having wandered the length of the hallway.
On her form was clad summer wear pretty much; a red and white stripey vest uop and a pair of blue high waited shorts. Her make up was natural for once and her hair had been tied into a messy updo; an 'at the beach look.' The photo shoot today was about summer so they'd gone all out for a look that matched just that and despite the rain that was tipping down outside you could almost feel the heat of the sun just by looking at the beach impersonating backdrop and by the models who ran around in nothing more than bikinis.
Moving away from all of this though, towards the offices that mostly belonged to the photographers, Lana find the quietness of the hallways peaceful as she made her way to the one that she knew belonged to Anthony. The door was plain, wooden, with no indication that it belonged to him and the windows were frosted so that you couldn't see behind them but the brunette was pretty sure that she'd gotten the right one, if her memory was serving her correctly.

Without hesitating, Lana knocked on the door twice and then stood back, rocking on her heels as she waited for someone to answer.

[ravenstarr]

Name: Anthony Morgan
Aged 23, he is rather reserved. He doesn't like getting close to people especially women. He used to be rather outgoing and the nicest person anyone could have met, however that was before he found out about the curse. When he was born, in 1238, he was given a gift from a grandmother. He would live forever, always hurting woman until he found the one who just wouldn't leave. When he was 20, like 772 years ago, he was married, happily. His wife died in labor, killing both her and his son. Anthony was devastated. As the years passed, he more woman. Luckily some only got hurt. Badly. He moved around every so often, living in a total of 10 different countries and he lost count in how many different cities. Every time it was different... He was ill with cancer, he was murdered, kidnapped, natural death, he has had just about every death in the world. Now he is in the common America working in a small town taking pictures of now conceited models. He is slowly starting to hate his passion as the years pass by. ((Short, but it's here.))

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He had worked with male models, always. Never with the females. So of course he was in his room. He had been called in to do this shoot and he took it. Money is money after all. He thought back to the last time he had actually taken picture of a woman. That was at least a lifetime ago. Forty years. Sighing, he had heard the knock and shook his head.

Wearing a pair of slack and a simple white shirt, he looked relaxed yet that he meant business. His hair was spiked up as it normally was and his face was getting paler by the day. He would soon have to take up his life again. He couldn't live here forever as he would have liked. He did actually like this town over the rest. It was different. In it's own unique way.

Opening the door, he looked down at her, standing at a good 6 feet tall. "So you would be ready? Then get on the stage." He didn't want to do this. Him and females never managed. Sure, he loved them, but he always ended up hurting them if they got to close. Sighing, he stepped past her towards his camera making sure everything was ready for today's work.

[SilentButterflies]

When Anthony opened the door, Lana was quite taken aback by the paleness of the photographer's face, the way he looked almost tired of living. It was slightly unnerving to her at first, so much so that she found herself staring before she managed to regain her composure and went to speak. However, before any words would even form in her mouth he'd gotten in there before her, surprising the brunette with his bluntness.
"What? No please or thank you?" She replied, unable to keep the sarcasm from her tone. His reaction to her hadn't been what she'd expected and she was pretty sure that her reaction to him wouldn't be what he expected either. What annoyed her the most though, wasn't just his blunt rudeness, but was more that she'd have to put up with it until Eric came back to work.

When Anthony side stepped past her to check his camera though, Lana didn't move an inch, refusing to obey his orders or show that she was kind of submissive. You see, tell her to do something and the twenty year old would immediately do the opposite, her rebellious stubborn side shining through, unwelcomed.
"So I'm guessing you don't want to be doing this job right?" She asked eventually, cutting through the momentary silence. "Why's that?"

No harm in being abrupt then, it would seem.