Lorielle Wrote:Name: Kenneth, Kenny, Turner
Occupation: Photographer
Bio: A down on his luck and hobbyist photographer Kenneth hoping to break into the big leagues. With shit managers breathing down his neck for photos of all kinds he was given the opportunity of a life time by his childhood friend Katie who managed to work her way up to being a model. He was going to be the principal photographer for a rather unorthodox calender shoot, but he certainly wasnt going to say no to this opportunity. Just as he was about to set out to meet some of the models a mysterious package arrives at his door. A polaroid camera covered in seals.
Appearance: Of average height and average build and remarkably unremarkable, Kenneth blends into the background with shaggy brown hair, the only bit of groom or styling is his insistance on maintaining a clean shave. Tends to wear business casual clothes, though the dress shirts are littered with wrinkles.
The Models
Miss January - Rebecca BellSpoiler (click to show/hide):
Miss February - Addison CherrySpoiler (click to show/hide):
Miss March - Katie ClarkSpoiler (click to show/hide):
Miss April - Phoebe HaleSpoiler (click to show/hide):
Mrs May - Elizabeth Wilson-SmithSpoiler (click to show/hide):
Ms June - Hannah HolmesSpoiler (click to show/hide):
Ms July - Kristen HolmesSpoiler (click to show/hide):
Miss August - Cynthia StevensSpoiler (click to show/hide):
Mrs September - Ayala LawsonSpoiler (click to show/hide):
Miss October - Ping Sung-Yun / Sara DaySpoiler (click to show/hide):
Miss November - Princess Liliana De CandiaSpoiler (click to show/hide):
Miss December - Akiyama FuyukoSpoiler (click to show/hide):
The Staff
Executive Manager - Charlotte WilsonSpoiler (click to show/hide):
Assistant Manager - Sienna YoungSpoiler (click to show/hide):
Head of Security - Alyssa GardnerSpoiler (click to show/hide):
Intern - Emma MossSpoiler (click to show/hide):
You had a lot to think about over your flight. You were rushed onto the plane as soon as you got to the offices - it seemed the powers that be didn't deem you important enough to inform that it was an offsite photoshoot until the last possible minute, typical Charlotte. Still, you were lucky to even have this job in the first place, and who were you to say no to an all expenses paid trip to a seaside resort for the duration of the shoot. Besides, you had other things on your mind right now.
The camera... it was much lower tech than your usual equipment... but you couldn't help but bring it along anyway. It sat on your lap as you sat through the flight, always taking up a corner of your vision. It came with an instruction manual. Faded and damn near indecipherable. What words you could make out often made little sense in the context they were in, like the entire thing had been poorly translated through several different languages. But if you were to believe what you could make out, this camera could somehow... control those it took pictures of. At least under the right circumstances. What those circumstances were and what "control" meant you didn't quite know. You would have passed it off as a barely thought out prank, but something clicked the moment you picked up the camera. Like... you were meant to have it.
You weren't left with only your thoughts on the flight. A business flight, the plane came with catalogues the company has shot previously, letting you get a look at the very models you were about to be sharing a seaside spa hotel with for the foreseeable future. Perhaps it was intended to show you the level of quality that Charlotte was looking for, and get a feel for how each model liked to pose. But these images appealed to more than just your professional eye.
The only one of these women you had actually met before was Katie. Or "Miss March" according to the calendar plan. You've known her for as long as you can remember, and have her to thank for getting your foot in the door on this job. True to her reputation, Mrs Wilson had made the interview process brutal, and it almost felt like her assistant, Miss Young, tried to sabotage your efforts on a number of occasions. You got the feeling neither cared for you all that much. Maybe even disliked you, that is, the few times they even noticed your presence. Still, Katie managed to put them at ease long enough for you to get your chance. And now here you were, looking at images of her in fancy lingerie.
You have time enough to nap on your flight to help offset the jetlag, and the sun on arrival is more than enough to wake you up. You, along with a handful of other company staff, though none that you recognise, depart the plane, and you find yourself under a sun bright enough that it makes the paving slabs beneath you glow white. A breeze rushes to greet you, cooling off the heat with air from the sea. Catching whiff of the ocean and you turn to see it, just over the past the road rounding the coast. Get far enough from the airport and this place might just be paradise, with a beach stretching as far as the eye could see, and bountiful forests further inland ripe for scenic photography. This business trip might be more holiday than work after all.
Your equipment, excluding the polaroid, is brought off of the plane and taken away for you, leaving you with your personal luggage as you find yourself approached up by a stern looking woman with a large frame. You had seen her around a couple of times before, the head of the company's security, Alyssa Gardner, though you had never had the opportunity to speak to her before.
She adjusted her shades as she approached you, looking you up and down. "Kenneth Turner?" she asked, before pressing on her earpiece. "He's arrived, no need for the replacement photographer." Huh, so maybe that's why you were the last to hear about the shoot's location? A surreptitious attempt to get rid of you perhaps? Was it Charlotte or Sienna that wanted you gone? Or was it just poor communication? Whatever the reason, you were here now.
"You'll be staying in the Viridian Gem Resort, in the east wing. A room has been prepared for you. The company will pay for your food and lodging while you're here, as well as one drink an evening from the bar. Anything more than that will have to come from your own pocket. Understood?"
She offers to take your luggage and spots your camera. "Your equipment should be taken with the rest that was offloaded from the plane. It'll be safely stored until use, don't worry." she says, offering to take the polaroid from you as well.
Before you can respond footsteps catch your attention. "Kenny!" you hear a familiar voice cry, as Katie, clad in short shorts, and a buttoned down short sleeved shirt over a bikini top comes running towards you, holding onto her sunhat as she does. She dives towards you for a leaping hug, forcing you to stumble back as she embraces you. "So glad you could make it! This is gonna be a great time for us to catch up!"
Alyssa coughs into her fist to draw attention. "Miss Clark, I didn't expect you to be joining us. What did I tell you about exploring this far from the resort without an escort? I'll have to accompany you both back to the resort." she said, gesturing into the back of a sleek black car that waited behind her. Sadly not a limousine, but you suppose they couldn't pull out all the stops.
"Aww, its all fine! Jeez!" Katie says, puffing her cheeks. "I just wanted to say hi to my bestie. He's like a brother to me, after all." she says, ruffling your hair with her knuckles, tipping your head down to give you an unintentional clear ogling of her bikini clad breasts. Those photos on the plane didn't do them justice. Still, seems like Katie's timely arrival has made Alyssa forget about your polaroid camera for the time being.
