Honey, do you lai critdo jail? [Getting Your Nails Done; Heracles Karpusi]

Even with the weather outside, goosebumps still rose on her skin as soon as she stepped into the cool, breezy air conditioned building. No matter how long she stayed, she knew that she would never get used to the air conditioning. It was just something about that chilling feeling that made her want to turn on her twelve centimetre, strappy stiletto heels and go back out to the warmer weather. Weather where she could survive and not catch a cold in her midriff. Of course, if she knew that she needed to come to Axis Modelling Agency to do her nails on her way to the next trade show, she would have brought something to cover herself to try and fend from the cold. She should have brought one anyways if she had about it thoroughly. Of course she didn't, and had just went ahead and got into her 'uniform' for the next few days from the sponsor company. It wasn't even anything original. Just a crop sweater and a short skirt. The design was less than desirable. Two red stripes on the sleeves, and the sides of the crop sweater, along with the skirt with solid white. How boring. Well, at least she could paint her nails, even if she was possibly going to get sick from staying in the building for too long, yet again. Well, maybe getting high quality nail polish and nail care equipment for a low price of nothing (if she didn't get caught) was worth the risk of getting ill.

Her heels softy clicked on the clean floors as she took small steps, letting herself slide by and be ignored by most of the other models, along with the staff. Or rather, they were too busy with their own business to even notice her. Not that they would have anyways, considering how she was one of the shortest models (and possibly staff) to be working at the company. She turned down the corridor and spotted the elevator, heading over to press the 'up' button. There was the alternative of the stairs, yes, and she knew that she needed to keep in shape; but she would rather not tire herself out with that chore. Besides, it was just the elevator. She didn't think it would do much to her body shape and form. As long as she still looked good, being in shape wasn't that high on her priority list. As long as she had a job still, Huong could really care less.

The doors slid open and she entered the small chamber, tapping the button to her floor. It wasn't too far from ground, where she was headed. She expected the elevator to reach the level from in a short distance. Not ten seconds when the elevator moved up the shaft, Huong was forced to wrap her arms around herself, trying to warm up due to the increase in the cool temperature. It was odd, how the cool crisp air that tickled her nose every time she breathed seemed to have become even cooler now. "Địt mẹ... Lạnh qua!" She grumbled to herself. It was probably the empty elevator being colder than the filled corridors and rooms. As soon as the elevator dinged her floor, Huong took a dash for it and tried to get herself out to the warmer air. It wasn't that much better, but at least it was better than the moving, colder room.

Her heels clicked faster as her strides were larger, making a turn to the "Speciality Models'" preparation room. It was one of the only rooms that she recalled of having all the equipment for her to do a decent job with her nails. Once she made it, she knew exactly what to do, since this was not the first time she had used the company's equipment for her own personal needs. Within a moment after she stepped into the room, she had already taken the liberty of taking a bowl of water and pouring in the instant manicure packet into the water.

As it fizzled, she placed her fingers into them slightly, only so that her nails were in the white, fizzing chemicals. Huong could literally feel the chemicals dance and ooze to soften her nails, though she knew that she needed to do that for three minutes. When the time was up, she went to wash her nails, scrubbing them clean of any residue that might still be clinging to her fingers.

"Bây giờ... Để kem ở đâu rồi..." She frowned, looking around for the cream to soften her cuticles. She hoped that they didn't hide it. Though she continued to look around, not frantically, but still pretty quickly. She didn't want anyone to catch her doing her nails at such time, especially when she had a place to be. That, and she didn't want people to think that she would have to do her own nails. It'd be too depressing on her profile.

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Heracles yawned, running his hands through his hair as he walked towards one of the Specialty Models rooms. He did not enjoy being used as an errand boy for any of the shoots, especially when the stylist had assisstants who could just have easily gone to get it. Plus, they probably knew whtever it was he was going to get better than he did.

He didn't understand a thing about make-up or clothes or any of that. He only knew the things that would help him with his shoots and that was it. He sighed, shivering slightly as the air conditioning seemed to grow even colder. It was not that hot out; they didn't need to have it so cold inside of this building.

He shook his head, making a face at his thoughts. Now he sounded a bit like Arthur - complaining about everything with no real reason to do so. Sure, the stylists had assisstants, but they were probably all busy. And there were people from colder places who probably couldn't stand how hot it was outside.

He continued on to the room where whatever it was he was going to get supposedly was, speeding up just alittle to get the task done quicker. Though, knowing his luck, the stylist didn't really need whatever it was and just thought she did. And he hadn't been needed at the shoot so far and probably wasn't going to be needed at all anyway. He paused outside the room he needed to search through, musing over that thought before pushing it out of his head and entering the room.

Heracles paused upon seeing a woman almost frantically searching through the room. "Um, hello there." He said, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. The collective intelligence of this agency meant that if he didn't, someone was going to run into it and hurt themselves. "Do you need any help ma'am?" Sure, he didn't know where the hell anything was, but being polite and offering was important.

Only half of her body was peeking out from one of the lower cabinets (she didn’t even check the much taller ones due to her circumstance), but it didn’t mean that she didn’t hear it when the door was opened and someone had stepped in. Well, she was grateful that she was not out, so he couldn’t see her face. “Hm?” She questioned dumbly, even if she fully understood what he had said. Well, she could play the dumb mute for a bit, but that wouldn’t’ fly if she—Well look there. Just her luck that she found the tube that she was looking for. Even better luck, it seemed like it wasn’t touched since the company was first opened. Now, how was she going to get out of the small, stuffy cabinet without him seeing her face?

“It is ok…” She stated, still trying to pretend to search for the cream still. She felt stupid though, having the tube already in her hand and still looking around in the cabinet; and for what? She didn’t even know herself. Thinking about what she had at hand though, she knew that the powder would be wasted if she stayed in there for too long, and her nails (along with her fingers) would be ruined; and besides. Who was this person anyways, and why would they judge her. Well, if all else fails, she could just knock them out and finish off her nails. Like they could expect her to be able to knock anyone out; with her frame and size, it would be fairly hard, especially if the other were a man.

The woman pulled out from the inside the cabinet and stood upright as she clutched the tube in her hand. Huong took a deep breath in and then let it out as she walked back to her “work station” so she could finish her nails. “I found what I needed…” She stated, admiring her nails for a moment before setting off to work. She opened the tip of the tube with a hard and swift twist and started to apply the thick, viscous cream on to her cuticles. When it hit her, the feeling was less than desired. Not only did it feel like it wasn’t even safe to use, but it didn’t help the cold chill that ran throughout her body at that very moment. It was just unbearable, and it made her want to run to the nearest washroom and scrub her fingers clean. But she couldn’t just take off and away. She needed composure; especially in front of the man.

“Was there anything you need?” She asked calmly; or at least as calmly as she could. She was done with the first cuticle cleanser, but now having to be forced to use the old cream. She was fairly sure that the fumes that were filling her nostrils were most likely not the best thing for her health if she inhaled too much for a long period of time. She looked up at him when she was done helping to re-moisturise her hands, she continued to rub them in. “Because I assume that you are not one of the stylists or the artists who is usually working here in this part of the organisation.” She stated offhandedly, reaching over for the nail polish base coat she started to work on her nails, doing her best to try and pay attention to him lest he talked.

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Heracles watched her do whatever it was she was doing with her nails, slightly confused by the way she was acting. But maybe that was just a model thing that he would never understand in the slightest. In that case, he was glad not to understand it. "Hm...Oh! Yes, actually. I wasn't sent down by one of the stylists to find something for the shoot. Um..." He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and looked it over, smiling at her. He handed it to her, shrugging. "I'm not quite sure what exactly it is I'm looking for though..."

((I'm so sorry about how late and short this is ;n; ))

She looked at him with an odd expression. "Something... For the shoot?" She inquired, paying closer attention to him now. What was it that they needed exactly, if they were willing to send someone so inexperienced to get the necessary equipment from the room. Really, who was in charge of preparing everything for the stylists anyways? Huong was going to have a real long talk with them as soon as she finished off with her nails, and when she talked to the person in charge of regulating the oh-so-cold building; though one thing at a time. One thing at a time unless she wanted to implode anyway.

Before she could say no to trying to helping him, he had already handed a piece of paper to her, expecting her to help him or something. Well, what else could she do now? Not like she could flat out deny him when she had already—hold on. Hit the breaks. She couldn't help but to stare at his fingers; or to be more specific, the nails. Were they always that dirty? She needed to pay more attention to the staff around her, and especially their nail hygiene. Heaven forbid what would happen if everyone would be like this man's.

"Honey... Give me your hand." She stated right away, not even looking at the piece of paper any longer. Instead, she now grabbed his hand and concentrated on it. It would take a long time to properly clean his nails, but she would not let this monstrosity of the nail world be alive any longer. "I do not have all day to stay here." She grumbled, reaching over to the table to grab a fresh bowl of water and dunked his hands in, before she could turned her head up to glare at him.

"You keep your hand in there, and I fix for you." She commanded, getting up to see what she would need to fix him, and for what the speciality stylists needed. "What shoot you doing now, honey?" She inquired, her services employee-persona had started to kick in. Well, she would need to work with the customer if she wanted more people to come to her... Even if it were just because she isn't a nail artist any longer.

(( Issok. (: ))

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Heracles nodded, looking around the room discretely as he talked with her. He didn't normally come in here -he had no reason to after all- and it was definitely an interesting place. "Yeah...apparently they need everyone there to work on the shoot, so..." He shrugged, blinking in surprise as the woman grabbed his hand.

She tugged him over to the bowl and put his hands into it, and while normally he would have just taken his hands out immediately, she had a scary glare that promised pain and destruction. He nodded in agreement to what she said, watching her movements. "Um...we're doing a bit of a complicated one, we're doing a zombie themed shoot with the models as the zombies." He rolled his eyes here. "Seems a little late in the year to be doing that, but then no one asked for my opinion."

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