Aleu was bent over a table in the student lounge, furiously erasing something on a piece of paper. She had a pencil in her mouth and another behind her ear. The first she was using, the second was just because she'd always seen pictures of artists with a pencil behind their ear and wanted to see what all the fuss was about. So far she wasn't too impressed, but the novelty was entertaining.
Once again the girl tried to draw a line on the piece of paper, but she neglected to take the pencil out of her mouth and it turned out incredibly wonky. "Boiled nuggets," she cursed passionately, spitting out the pencil and once again erasing a line. Already she could see this wasn't going to work. The cape was wonky. And not in the 'Oooh wind is blowing me in a mysterious and wonderful fashion' way. No, it was 'Oh shit, wind is fucking me from behind and I don't know how much more my ass can take' kind of way. She needed a muse. She needed....a model!
Aleu's arm shot out. Her fingers snapped primly, and from her lips she issued a direct order to whoever it was that had just walked in the door. She hadn't looked but she was pretty sure it was a human and not a ghost. She technically saw both so it didn't really matter. "You! Come over here and stand right in front of me. I need a model. Are you interested in acquiring a superhero costume?"
Jack was a man of many habits, and a lot of them tended to turn people off, after all, who would you look to start a conversation with? Several models looking guys chatting merrily in the corner or the pale boy with the messy hair pouring coke into his open mouth like a steady stream from a waterfall in a mouth already full to the brim with M&M’s
Yeah, that’s what I thought
Still, if you were to ask Jack McCarthy, this was the way of the future in terms of eating. What better way to enjoy food then have something else in your mouth that naturally enhanced the taste.
So what if you had to look like a sow with his face full of slop while you eat You know maybe pigs had the right idea.Have you ever heard of an unhappy pig? Plus it turns out that pigs were the third most intelligent creature on the globe?
So why not follow their collective lead?
So in a way, Jack was almost angry when his feasting was interrupted twisting his neck in the direction of the voice a combination of candy and sugary drink dribbling down his chin, but that expression changed once the girl told him what he was needed for
“Muuudel?” Jack exclaimed the word “Model” becoming mumbled under the weight of candy in his mouth, after a moment he swallowed it and wiped the coke from his chin a flattered grin on his face and even so smug grin plastered on his face as he swaggered forward “You hear that?” Jack cried gesturing to himself “She wants me to be a model AND a superhero” He cried to anyone that would listen before he stops in front of the girl working out the kinks in his neck before taking a deep breath “Ok, get ready for the greatest moment of your life”...
….And Jack began to take off his coke stained shirt
Last Edit: Feb 3, 2017 16:14:37 GMT by Jack McCarthy
Aleu looked up when her model appears, eyes wide with surprise. He seemed awfully excited. Well, why shouldn't he be? It was definitely a tremendous honor, she was going to turn him into a superhero! Then the boy was in front of her, and she definitely didn't recognize him. She was rather private though so it wasn't too much of a surprise. What was a surprise was the pulling off of his shirt.
"Well.....you have enthusiasm," she said cheerfully, twirling the pencil around her fingers. Aleu's smile was bright and beaming, much more cheerful now that she had a model and her muse back. She skipped over to Jack and planted her hands on her hips, making a show of looking him over. "I've never seen a shirtless superhero in the comics before. That's a pretty bold statement." But could she pull it off? The costume was for her after all, not a shirtless dude. She supposed it certainly was an interesting idea. "But do you really think I could pull off the shirtless look?"