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She goes back to work the next day. With a new resolution.
She knows she’s not Gene. She doesn’t have his chameleon like attitude to pull people in his favor.
She knows she’s not Marigold. She cannot look at a person and know how to use their attributes.
She’s Nina.
But she’s not a child. Not anymore. She won’t go crying to her big brother every time anyone is slightly mean to her.
She has grown into a self sufficient person, isn’t that what she always wanted? What she teaches for?
But it seems that is not just children who need help.
Although the girls might be adults by law, no one helps them in the process.
Becoming self sufficient is a path goes way beyond childhood, she knows this now. Children are not supposed to grow like she did.
Young adults like those girls, they still need guidance, help, encouragement.
They don’t deserve to be taken advantage of like this.
“I got here on my own. I made this deal on my own. They don’t really have a choice.”
Nina cannot change the industry, or her mother, or the photographer. Any impact she could possibly make would be tremendously small.
But that doesn’t mean it isn’t worth trying.
Nina is a curse that makes people miserable, that wastes away their life. Something they can’t get rid of.
And as long as she has this debt, she will continue to do so.
“Good morning!”
“Nina?”
“Oh my god, what are you doing here? You are scheduled for later.”
“I know!”
“I’m sorry I did such a poor job yesterday, I’m really unexperienced. So I came here early to see how you work with the other models and study!”
“Right. Do you have permission for that.”
“Yes! Miss Blanche brought me here to start my career as a model, I’m her protégé of sorts, hehe.”
Not quite lying, if she read her mother correctly, these are her plans anyways.
And although she is, well, disowned, she might have a chance at being in a higher social scale than him. As long as she’s not trying to interrupt the system, she will be fine.
She has to play with the given rules.
Finally, those years of being in between Mari and Gene’s villain-like conversations can be put for good.
“Okay! I’m sat! Let’s start!”
She hears him grumbling something about Karens. That’s not her name.
“Alright, go change.”
Sounds like someone is in a bad mood!
It certainly doesn’t help that she’s sitting next to him. To see things from the camera’s perspective, of course.
She has to admit, this does require talent, her friend poses so effortlessly! It’s like she knows exactly what needs to be done. They better get the job after this!
“Alright, let’s do something else. Try with this…”
He goes to physically move the model.
“Oh! Like this?”
She goes up and does a random pose.
“You’re interrupting”
Her mom is right, this guy is definitely family. He has the exact attitude that Gene has when someone is in his way.
Which means, she can manage.
“By my untrained eye, she did everything right, so I’d like to know what is the pose you are looking for! Is it this? Or like this?”
“Get out of my way you fucking-”
“Coach, time is money. The higher-ups say she needs to learn, right? Teach her and I’ll follow.”
She picked that up quick.
Mr. Neisseria fumes silently, and backs off.
He instructs her to a boring pose and takes pictures like always.
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As the shot is over, she sticks to Violeta’s side when saying goodbye, leaving the room quickly.
As soon as they're out of ear shot, Violeta speaks sadly.
“Thanks, but you really shouldn’t have done that. He’s gonna call Miss Blanche and rat you out in a second.”
“I know, but nothing I’ve said is wrong.”
“And besides, I won’t be here forever right? He’s just going to have to deal with it until it's over.”
“...You’re crazy.”
She says so, but the grateful smile won’t leave her face.
She does receive a call from her mother, who strangely didn’t sound as angry as she thought.
Probably because she knows that once it’s over, everything will go back to normal, as if their treatment of the young models is nothing but a sitcom.
It’s a good thing her mother isn’t good at being a mother, because she has basically let her do whatever she wants.
And so, her days of professional ragebaiter began.
Mr. Neisseria needs her to get coffee? No need to leave the room! She brought her own coffee machine!
He need to speak privately with the models? She’ll cover her ears, don’t worry!
Is he being mean about her features? Well, that’s even more reason to study!
And the best part? The girls love it.
It even seems like their passion for modeling came back!
It’s nice to see.
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She’s going to miss them once it’s over.
She’s going to miss seeing them relaxed, enjoying their job, learning and growing.
She wishes she could help more.
She wishes she was ignorant of how this story will end.
Everything comes back to normal after an episode, no matter how much change is seen.
For people like this, their lives are nothing but a funny show.
...Maybe she could start looking into teaching for young adults.
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She finishes her gig, and is practically banned from any modeling agency, whoops.
Her pictures are so heavily edited she doesn’t recognize herself. So that’s how she would look like with a tinier waist, huh…
Her mother is… well, not completely happy, but it seems she finds bugging dad’s side of the family a little funny.
It’s a bit scary, that her mother is… almost nice.
“If you need anything else, you can call me.”
And she means it.
Nina deletes her number.
She cries with her new modeling friends. They put her in a whatsapp group so they go out every once in a while. They threw her a goodbye party.
It’s probably the happiest she has been in a good few months.
… They will go back to hell and there’s nothing she can do about it.
Isn't that way more cruel? To have shown them how good things can be only to rip it away?
Will they be even worse towards them? With what she’s done?
What good can a little pebble make if the system stays the same?
Perhaps she really is selfish.
...She misses the Margulis’
And she misses her brother.
Hopefully he’s just settling down somewhere, and is embarrassed about his curtain selection or something to actually invite her.
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And when he finally invites her over…
It's the last time she ever sees him.
She just can’t help but betray everyone, huh?
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“This is… not easy, um, I have a few… apprehensions about it but. I need your help.”
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house tries to eat me but before it can properly bite down and start chewing i crawl down into its throat so i can block its windpipe and make sure it chokes to death before it can kill me first
One of her models bailed on her so they need a replacement fast, and what better replacement than one that’s not asking for wages.
It’s a little scary, seeing so many well dressed people. Proper adults.
She’s a bit early, so she can map the building before doing anything, and although she has the essentials down (emergency exit, normal exit, bathrooms) she still can’t find the place she’s supposed to be in.
The fashion world seems almost as busy as the teaching world, anywhere she looks someones is concentrating on something, quickly walking somewhere, talking on the phone or just, working. Huh, if this is the normal cortisol level, perhaps she’ll fit right in!
But this also means she has no one she can politely ask for directions.
As she keeps exploring the place, trying to stay out of anyone’s way, she finally finds a group of young girls, seemingly relaxing.
Turns out, these girls are her fellow colleagues! University students who also do modeling, hopefully paid.
“I have to go with, um, Mr. Neisseria in about 20 minutes, do you know where he is? Or where should I be waiting for him?”
She notices a grimace passing by everyone’s faces.
“You’ll be before me, I can take you there.”
They walk to yet another busy hallway.
She uses her position as the new girl to try and get more information.
“Is he nice? Is there something that, um, he could be easily bothered for or…?”
“You just… be nice to him. And polite. Follow whatever instruction he gives you and you should be fine.”
The girl doesn’t seem comfortable, better not to continue.
“Do they have any snacks on set?”
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They don’t have any snacks on set. Turns out a lot of models aren’t really allowed any sweets at all. The pay better be good.
There’s a small group of people managing cameras and computers, it feels a bit glamorous!
“Alright, I’ll go back to the lounge, wanna get together for lunch?”
“I’d love to!”
Nina secretly plans to buy them snacks. Even if it’s those no-sugar gummy ones. They deserve a sweet treat!
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She politely greets the staff and looks around the room.
And then a man with a camera comes in.
“Sophia! Sophia! Where’s my beautiful girl?”
Sophia is the name of the model that she’s replacing, did no one tell him?
“Excuse me, My name is Nina. I’ll be the one replacing Sophia for this, um, project…”
She trails off at seeing the barely hidden disgust in the man’s face.
“And they sent you?”
“...Yes.”
He huffs and pinches the space between his eyebrows.
“What are they thinking sending me hags…”
She heard that.
He sighs and looks at the team.
“Alright everyone, settle up. We’ll do some tests first.”
“Um, do I…?”
“Get changed, quick.”
He even does a hand movement, shooing her away. Not even looking at her.
...She supposes that if you suddenly got a total newbie at your highly demanding job, you would also be a little irritated.
...He’s not very nice about it though. He can hear him complaining to the staff about her height, her age, her weight?
She quickly changes into the clothes given. It’s probably the first time she ever felt something made 100% of cotton.
“Hurry up, woman!”
She goes on set and. Stands there. How does one model? Should she put a hand on her hip? The peace sign?
“Um, is there a specific pose that-?”
“Ugh, whatever! Just do whatever.”
He grumbles under his breath.
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She tries to imitate what she has seen in clothes adverts.
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And after a few loud “Change pose” from Mr. Neisseria, it’s over. Quicker than expected.
She hears the staff looking at the pictures, talking about edits to her waist and legs.
As she leaves, Mr. Neisseria exclaims something to her.
“Loose some weight for the next shot or you’re getting kicked out!”
In front of the whole staff.
Her face quickly heats up and she rushes out.
She changed her mind, being a teacher is the best thing ever. The pay is fine actually. The crammed classrooms are perfect, really.
Everything is better than dealing with these… people.
Eugene always told her to distrust men in power, at least until he became one himself.
She wishes he was here. He would find a way to make that man be nicer to her. He might get violent, even.
No, this is not a mere playground bully, he would know better than that. She knows better than that.
At some point, he comes across Alicia, the girl who lead her here.
“Are you okay?”
“Ah, yeah, it’s just… Mr. Neisseria’s attitude is a bit…”
“Did he try anything?”
“Huh? No? He was just… Really mean…”
“Why. What did you say to him.”
“Nothing! He was looking for the old model and I told him I was his replacement and he really didn’t like that…”
“Oh. Yeah, that makes sense…”
“Don’t let it get to you, he’s an asshole anyways. We all secretly hate him. We still up for lunch?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there.”
“Alright, tell everyone to wait for me!”
And so, Alicia walks into the lion’s den.
She’s embarrassed, to have such a young girl have to comfort her… She’s supposed to be the old one here.
In a curiosity filled impulse, she tries to hear the inside of the set once Alicia gets in.
“Hello Alicia, sweetheart. Where’s my kiss?”
….Huh.
“Go get changed so we can start, okay? And let me see you first.”
It’s… certainly something. But she shouldn’t make accusations based on her own assumptions of character.
(Even if her assumptions of character end up being right most of the time)
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It’s lunch time and she gives the girls snacks. A mere banana and yogurt cannot be a proper meal!
She doesn’t buy a snack for herself.
“I don’t know how you do it, I love my little brother but he drives me insane sometimes. I couldn’t deal with 20 children everyday.”
“They can be pretty funny, and it’s not like I give them everything they want either, they need someone that’s firm as well.”
“Woah, scary…”
“I’m back.”
Alicia gets to their table, looking tired. She brightens up once offered the chocolate treat.
“You’re the besttt, why do you have to leave after this?”
“We need a mama too, wehh.”
“What about your parents?”
“No, no. A work mama.”
It’s nice seeing them hang around and being silly in such a stress-driven environment.
“Dude, Neisseria was extra nasty today.”
Her ears perk up
“He was getting all handsy trying to instruct me for a pose or whatever. Calling me princess and shit. Who else has him today?”
“Fuckkkk I do. Thanks for the head up.”
Wait, what?!
“Wait, is he… harassing you all?”
“Yeah, it’s fucked”
“We gotta tell someone! We can accuse him to the higher ups and-”
“Don’t bother, it’s not gonna do anything.”
“We know what good saying something did to Sophia.”
“But…”
“It’s fine! We won’t be interns here forever, once we pass this we’ll never see any of these people again!”
“It’s not like it’s a secret or anything.”
“What do you mean?”
“Everyone knows that guy is a pig. But they won’t kick him out for nepotism or whatever.”
“In fact, trying to kick him out will get you kicked out! And we kinda need this so…”
“Maybe it’s better that Sophia got out. She probably won’t be able to model anywhere but maybe it’s for the best.”
“We can’t really do anything about it.”
They change topics, but her mind stays the same.
These girls are mere workers, they are right in being powerless.
But if Eugene taught her something is to exploit every bit of social connection you have.
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Once she’s back home, after a surprisingly short day of work, she gets on the phone.
“Who is this”
“Mom”
“Who?”
“Oh, right. It’s your first day, yeah? What of it? Did you like it?”
“I’m Nina, um, I’m calling about the modeling gig.”
“Um, It’s really pretty! But I should have more experience I think. Um, I need to tell you about someone…”
“Uh huh?”
“Mr. Neisseria, the photographer. He’s… well… He’s a complete sex pest! He’s a total creep to the girls! The model before me left because of that!”
“Uh huh, okay. So?”
“What do you mean ‘So?’ ?! you have influence, right? You can get him kicked out!”
She hears a sigh on the line.
“He is one of the most renowned names in the industry, sweetie. The prestige of the company comes with him. We can’t just kick out talent like that.”
“Wh- There must be a hundred people in the country with his talent!”
“Yes, darling, but they’re not from good families, understand?”
“You-?!”
“You shouldn’t get this worked up over nothing, you’ll get wrinkles.”
“It’s fine, he just has his way of working, it’s not like the girls are underage or anything.”
“Besides, he’s your cousin or something, some nephew of your dad’s. You like family and all that don’t you?”
“You said he might not even be my dad.”
“Haha, right, I remember now. But anyways, just do the rest of the shots, yeah? Just ignore if he bothers you.”
“How can you say that?! Even when you know what he’s doing?!”
“How’s your brother, darling?”
She pauses.
Eugene is out of jail, but she has no idea where he is.
“...This is not about him.”
“Is it not? Isn’t him the whole reason you are doing this?”
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“If you want, I can find him.”
“I can bring him here.”
“That’s not-!”
Gene cannot know she’s doing this. Gene cannot get trapped like this.
She just got him free, he cannot be caged by them!
“That’s not… necessary.”
“Good! So I’ll be looking forward to see you on the magazine. Bye sweetie! Have a good day at work!”
And she hangs up.
She once heard Mari say that no matter how old they get, she’ll always see her kids as little children.
She wasn’t aware that it would work backwards as well.
She feels disgusting, she feels nauseous, she’s guilty, stupid, awful, gross, an accomplice to…!
She might throw up.
How can she do this and call herself a good person. How can she do this and claim she cares for children. How can she be anything more than a hypocrite? A gross, disgusting, enabling part of the blind mob that sits to the side while watching others suffer?
How can she live with herself?
She wishes Gene was here.
He would find a way to fix it, He could- he knows how to manage the social systems, he could get him kicked out without mom getting mad and- he could-!
He could save himself, unlike her.
To think those girls called her mama too. She’s nothing more than a fraud.
Will there ever be a day where she stops betraying those she love?
She cries.
She refuses to eat dinner.
She leaves a voicemail to Gene.
She considers calling Mari, but refuses last second.
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while thinking about chorus (and admittedly, about my tomodachi life save) i started thinking about a hypothetical scenario where chorus and ángel could meet
and that led to wondering what would happen if chorus re-entered the world into the canon route instead of back into cosmic route
and then i wrote a little ~650 word thang for it :3 enjoy :3
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An angel waits in an endless void. For what, it does not know. It does not know, or feel, or think much of anything at all.
There is simply existence.
There is hardly even time; repeating itself as it is reread, and flashing forward as it is skipped over. Time isn't real, here. Not linearly.
Nevertheless, it waits. It exists, barely, in the near-nothingness around it. Has been existing like that for who knows how long. Abandoned. The result of a dead promise. His plan was never fulfilled, and now the angel would be doomed to be forever alone.
The angel exists there for as long as one can imagine it does.
Until something takes pity on it and manifests something new for it. Until something new happens.
Until it really, truly, begins.
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The angel exists in its new space for an unknown amount of time before it notices.
There is air here, there is gravity, there is noise, there is feeling. This is different. This is new?
It opens its eyes. It is dim, the back of its mind supplies, but to its fresh eyes it is blinding. It closes its eyes again, seeing only the light through its eyelids for a moment before opening them again.
It is in a room with finite parameters: walls, a ceiling, and a floor. There are many other objects in the room, but it feels like the attempt to identify them all would take half an eternity. This is more than it has ever experienced in its existence.
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It isn't sure what to do. It's never been confronted with possibility before. With opportunity.
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…Something moves. From the couch (couch? couch. yes).
The angel floats curiously over.
…Oh! It's some kind of fuzzy creature! A… it strains for the word… a cat! An orange cat!
It stares at the creature. The creature looks up from its curled position and stares back.
“Hello,” the angel says to it. It felt natural to say something, but the vibrations from its throat are a bit of an off-putting sensation.
The cat makes a little noise of its own, a little mrrrp, and the angel feels itself smile involuntarily. It likes this creature.
It reaches down a gloved hand to touch it, and the cat uncurls and stands up to back away. Ah, no, don't do that…
The angel frowns, keeping its hand outstretched, and the cat slowly inches back over to sniff it with its tiny little nose.
!!!!!!
The cat bonks its head against the angel's hand and makes a rumbling noise. The touch feels strange, even through its glove.
The angel isn't sure how to proceed from here. It… moves its hand to the top of the cat's head and pets it, stroking the fur ever so gently—it's such a small creature, it doesn't want to hurt it by being too firm. The rumbling noise increases.
Ahh… it's cute. It's cute!!! The angel smiles wider.
“Uh.”
The angel looks up. Ah, it didn't notice anything else in the…
Room. Ah.
Oh?
It's… oh. It's a human.
The angel pets the cat one last time as a parting, then drifts over towards the newcomer. To its surprise, it—he starts backing away from it, back into the hallway it came from.
