The Wave-Walker

"Pleasure, Amadeus." She shook his hand, afterwards returning her hand to its rightful place in her jacket pocket. She placed her cigarette back in her mouth with her free hand, tipping her hat up.

She adjusted her hat, looking the other over. She’d always thought that he seemed like an interesting person, every time she saw him around town. Until now, however, she had never particularly cared enough to introduce herself. “Name’s Habaek,” she said, holding a hand out in between the two of them.

"Nice to meet ya. I'm Amadeus." The blond shook her hand, smiling.

Oh, man, did it feel good to get out of the house. For reasons unknown to her, nobody seemed to be following her around today—a rare occasion that she was more than grateful for. With a happy sigh, she breathed out a mouthful of cigarette smoke. Lost in thought, she barely noticed when she ran into someone.

Looking down at the young man, she removed her cigarette from her mouth, murmuring a quiet, “Sorry, didn’t see you.”

Amadeus might have been annoyed by being run into on certain occasions, but this was definitely not one of them. Especially since they were kind enough to offer an apology.

"That 'onestly surprises me, that ya didn't see me. What, with this 'air," He started to point at his hair, but stopped himself with a little laugh. "Right. Temporarily forgot I'm not sporting blue 'air anymore." 

Inspiration ‘Lady Warhol’ by Andy Warhol.

Andrej Pejic has become one of the most ubiquitous faces within the fashion industry, walking in both men’s and womenswear shows across the globe. His presence has sparked unwarranted controversy yet he takes his role as the newest poster child of 21st century fashion in his stride. Here, he is presented in his raw and natural state, shorn of the usual baubles and accoutrements. He is an anomaly in a world that favours homogeny and the will to confirm but when we look at him in this set of images one thing stands out…the realisation that Andrej is always resolutely himself.”

Ignoring him for a moment, the demon had moved around the counter to one of the long tables. Someone was gonna want to play with Shots tonight. The metal pan clanking against the wood, it was quickly set before she returned to behind the counter.

"Can I get you anything?" she asked tossing the metal pan below the counter.

He almost felt bad about throwing things about in Diedrich's apartment in a fit. The assassin was still too caught up on being angry with him from a problem long before to do so, however.

From only a few short days ago, everything had changed about the atomosphere. Whether it was becasue of the violent scene she had caused the other day, or from some other source, Sam didn’t care. Everything was nice and calm, something that wasn’t common on this side of town.

The bell above the door rang with large glass and metal doors swinging open and closed. “Hello,” she sang, taking the shot glasses out from the cabinets and placing them on a metal plate.

He was, however, emotionally beat currently. He had never been particularly good at facing things that had seriously upset him in the past.

Amadeus sat down heavily at the bar, mumbling namaste weakly in return to her greeting.