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Who: Wyver's Next Top Model Enjolras (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
idealisme) & now closed! Feel free to PM if you want to thread something else this month!
What: Forced into modelling, Enjolras makes the best of his situation. Who says fashion can't be political?
When: During the fashion show
Where: Wyver
Warning(s): none!
A. BACKSTAGE: closed to other models
[Men and women in varying levels of dress rush back and forth like the world itself is on fire and the cure is hurrying around with at least three coats in your arms.
Enjolras is not hurrying. Rather, he's standing to one side, scowling at the proceedings. He's hard to miss, dressed in a bright orange suit. There's so much effort being put into this, it's ridiculous. Being French he knows about fashion, that the elite in the world distinguish themselves through extravagant finery and expensive clothing. But he's never seen first hand the work that goes into it. Think of what else could be done with this much intense work!
There are others close enough to hear him sigh:] What a waste. [He's probably talking to you.]
B: CATWALK: A grand pronouncement
[In a happy accident, Enjolras' customary scowl is close enough to the thousand-yard model stare, enough that he doesn't look completely out of place as he starts down the catwalk. If he's walking a little too fast, that's just a commentary of how quickly he'd like for this to be over.
Except for the point where, just as he reaches where the catwalk slopes down into the crowd, he stops and declares:] Who is this man who is to be the judge today? The King's man? What should he or the king have to do with this? I withdraw myself from their judgement.
[In the heartbeat of silence that follows you might hear the original designer bursting into tears backstage. This was clearly not part of the plan.]
C: IN THE CROWD
[It's hard to tell that he's uncomfortable in the crowd, with people he doesn't know picking at his costume and murmuring over the colour. His scowl is as dark as ever, a furrow in his brow as he looks at the people around him.
From time to time someone will ask about what he'd said, and then the frown eases to an intense look:] This is a show of fashion, the judges should be those who are experts. Who is the king's man to judge? What garments has he ever made? Surely you must agree he has no authority here.
[It's not outright revolutionary talk (not that he has anything against that, if questioned he'll answer honestly), but Enjolras hopes that even a few people's minds can be changed today. Why unquestioningly accept a king? There are better options.]
idealisme) & now closed! Feel free to PM if you want to thread something else this month!What: Forced into modelling, Enjolras makes the best of his situation. Who says fashion can't be political?
When: During the fashion show
Where: Wyver
Warning(s): none!
A. BACKSTAGE: closed to other models
[Men and women in varying levels of dress rush back and forth like the world itself is on fire and the cure is hurrying around with at least three coats in your arms.
Enjolras is not hurrying. Rather, he's standing to one side, scowling at the proceedings. He's hard to miss, dressed in a bright orange suit. There's so much effort being put into this, it's ridiculous. Being French he knows about fashion, that the elite in the world distinguish themselves through extravagant finery and expensive clothing. But he's never seen first hand the work that goes into it. Think of what else could be done with this much intense work!
There are others close enough to hear him sigh:] What a waste. [He's probably talking to you.]
B: CATWALK: A grand pronouncement
[In a happy accident, Enjolras' customary scowl is close enough to the thousand-yard model stare, enough that he doesn't look completely out of place as he starts down the catwalk. If he's walking a little too fast, that's just a commentary of how quickly he'd like for this to be over.
Except for the point where, just as he reaches where the catwalk slopes down into the crowd, he stops and declares:] Who is this man who is to be the judge today? The King's man? What should he or the king have to do with this? I withdraw myself from their judgement.
[In the heartbeat of silence that follows you might hear the original designer bursting into tears backstage. This was clearly not part of the plan.]
C: IN THE CROWD
[It's hard to tell that he's uncomfortable in the crowd, with people he doesn't know picking at his costume and murmuring over the colour. His scowl is as dark as ever, a furrow in his brow as he looks at the people around him.
From time to time someone will ask about what he'd said, and then the frown eases to an intense look:] This is a show of fashion, the judges should be those who are experts. Who is the king's man to judge? What garments has he ever made? Surely you must agree he has no authority here.
[It's not outright revolutionary talk (not that he has anything against that, if questioned he'll answer honestly), but Enjolras hopes that even a few people's minds can be changed today. Why unquestioningly accept a king? There are better options.]