Sweet As Candy

Just call me Candy Masters Model 24

[candymodels]

brckends​:

sierra had her fair share of long flights before, but this one had to be the worst, by far. then again, she hadn’t been able to sleep the entire flight, and that’s probably why she felt so off balanced. all she wanted to do was sleep for a few hours and get her bearings back. as beautiful and as relaxing hawaii had the potential to be, this was still a business trip, and the last thing she needed to do was let her guard down or get too laid back. “hey, have you seen luke? i lent him my phone charger when we were on the plane and now i can’t seem to find him. i hope he doesn’t think i’m leaving him alone with it.”

With Candy being a fan of any kind of relief, she happily popped a sleeping pill before this flight. She knew it would be long and didn’t want to listen to everyone from Masters complain or God forbid- be too excited around her for some sand. That choice however, left her waking up a bit groggy. Her hand raised so her pointed nails could grab the sleep from her inner eye corners  as she turned to the other with a yawn. “Oh- who? Luke? No, I’m barely awake right now. The person next to me could be 3 pigs in a trench-coat and I wouldn’t know.”

[candymodels]

robinlavois​:

Sleep was not coming easily to Robin; he’d found himself tossing and turning more than he would have liked to be. So he’d grabbed his room key and headed out to the fire pit by the lobby, to sit and listen to the sound of the waves, hoping they’d lull him to sleepiness the way they’d used to in Marseille. He wasn’t really focusing on anything, so the sound of someone else’s footsteps startled him. “Oh - I didn’t hear you coming.”

Leaving a.....very nice gentleman’s house left her walking back kinda late. It was good though, because at least someone else was up when she was. Instead of going straight to her room she walked up to the other to sit with him. Though him being startled made a small giggle leave her lips instead. “Sorry cutie, I didn’t mean to startle you.” The blonde says before motioning to the space next to him. “Mind if I join you?”

[candymodels]

Clueless? As If! | Paisley & Candy

Hawaii was hot in every sense of the word for Candy. It was hot temperature wise, and it was hot inhabitant wise as well. Every night on the island was spent with her using her time to sneak away from something to go be with someone for a fleeting moment. That’s how it should be since she knew she wasn’t coming back any time soon. However she did spend her time with Masters folks when she had to, or when they were a friend that asked really nicely like Paisley. So with gathering her things, she headed over to the other girls room for a movie night. She could use the rest after all. So she slipped into her ‘pajama party’ wear, with fuzzy sandals and all, and went over.  Her hand raised to the door to knock a few times while she waited for the other. 

“Open up...before I change my miiinnd..”

[candymodels]

hannahmald‌:

candymodels‌:

“Oh, well, when you put it that way,” she starts, thinking goodness, she’d much rather prefer doing that than sitting at this desk all day and reading numbers. “If I were a model I’d so dig that. Can’t justify it in my department here, unfortunately.” 

“I mean..” Candy pauses, looking around them as if anyone was even listening. “...who says you can’t play Model for a day, right?” The corners of her lips curling in a sweet yet some how also devious smile. “Besides, you’ve basically got the hook up for it. A pretty face is the start. “

[candymodels]

easicrtogo‌:

candymodels‌:

The excitement coming from Candy was contagious, and Lindsey found herself smiling with the other easily. “A gray box? I don’t know if I’d ever describe the building like that.” It was all glass, all clear and sparkling, though she could understand why some wouldn’t like that. But mostly, for Lindsey, she was so in love with all the ways it let light in. “Um, maybe a week, two? It really depends on how much they like the idea in the first place.”

“If it’s not outside...and it’s man-made for capitalism..it’s gray box.” Candy explains her own words casually, because of course she didn’t hate Masters, she honestly loved the work, but after a while... It was just gray walls. “A week?” The blonde ends up repeating back, almost hit back to reality too quick. “We don’t have a week. That’s wayyy too long. Kinda lame, but like.. can we throw cash at it to make the process a bit faster?” 

[candymodels]

win-emm‌:

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he sighed as she continued. under the radar had never suited him well. “it’s… a surprise,” he nodded, attempting to assuage her as he still slowly made his way to the exit. “you don’t want to ruin a surprise, ci– candy. especially not for masters’ latest parisian campaign lead.” he didn’t even know if xav was allergic to cats, but this was probably the quickest way to find out. 

She started to repeat back their words again, questioning until she heard the almost mess up of her name. A gasp escaping her as a surprised look covered her expressions. ‘You did not just almost do what I think you did..” Candy says, lumping her words together as they came out fast. The fact it was still happening or rather- almost happening, was the amazing part. “So not only do you still not know my name, and you won’t show me what’s in my sweater, but you also think I’m gonna ruin a surprise?....ye a man of little faith.” 

[candymodels]

paisleyfitzgerald‌:

“Well yeah, I’m not tryina get in trouble, I’m just a wittle intern,” She replied, poking her two index fingers together. “Well, then, I’d rather trust you with that– I’m not really good at sounding convincing, they’ll think I’m just trying to goof off,” Paisley explained, already knowing a few people here didn’t exactly like her. “Nike? Hmm…” Paisley tapped her chin. “I feel like we would need to ask permission to leave the offices regardless,” 

A laugh left her lips at the others actions. “Naahh- I’ll take the heat, not you!” Because if it was something big enough to get them in trouble, that meant she’d be getting the attention of the higher ups that she sought. “I’m sure you can sound plenty convincing, it’s all about acting through it. It takes a while- but anyone can swindle.” Candy says while giving a few sure nods. “I meannnn.. we don’t have to leave here. We could just take over a filming room in the basement- but outside shots would look the best. Sun kissed skin has nothing on fake lighting.:

[candymodels]

wddingcrshers‌:

laughing a bit, mardra shook her head, “ I like my music to be more of my emotions than my to do lists, I guess. ugh, I mean I hate reading off my phone when placing orders. what are you trying to avoid doing, anyway ? ” she asked candy, turning her head with intrigue.

 She shrugs, her face settling.  “They can be emotion filled lists if you try hard enough, since the emotion you’d feel if you got yelled at for incorrect coffee would be ..Sad. That’s a pretty good motivator!” Candy says as she perks up a bit with a giggle. She didn’t mean to laugh at another’s possible misfortune, but it slipped out. “It’s less avoid doing and more finding.. I did my little to-do list earlier and now I’m bored. Might cause mischief,  who knows?”

[candymodels]

ohmydcrling‌:

candymodels‌:

elijah figured that was fair enough. he’d probably want the same kind of validation if he were ever in front of the camera, but there was a reason he stayed behind it. “well then, you’re pretty and doing well.” he glanced down at the photo and frowned at the shadows, honestly just wanted to kick every single person who’d marked where the lights went because they obviously didn’t know what they were talking about. he started moving them to where they should be placed. “you’ll probably get a weird project eventually. today is just pretty generic commercial stuff.” he spoke over his shoulder as he raised one of the lights. “weird subservient type ads, ads where it’s almost gangbangs, small children smoking cigarettes and vapes and exploding. you know, television.” television adverts were among the weirdest ones and sometimes the most uncomfortable. but elijah was just there to do his job and get paid. 

“Oh thank you so much for that baby-bird-food praise.” She teases gently while giving soft claps for emphasis. Though he was cute, and she did like compliments whether regurgitated like baby bird food or not. As he frowned, her head tilted slightly, of course, curious. Always wondering what really went on in other people’s minds as he started to fix the lights. “I mean..I guess I’ll take generic commercial over uh- TV like that?” Another giggle left her lips, almost uncomfortable at the idea of babies smoking and explosions all in one. “I think the weirdest I got was that I posed in cereal once, but that seemed pretty normal for artsy folks.”

[candymodels]

gcdly‌:

candymodels‌:

working with the models at master’s came with headaches  &  a test of athena’s patience. usually when she was on her break athena wanted to stay far away from the people she worked with. but here candy was , pestering her about entertainment she was not willing to provide.  “    do you not have somewhere to be  ?  you don’t have a fitting  ?  a go-see  ?  anything  ?  because being this idle should be a fucking crime.    ”

That certainly wasn’t the response Candy was expecting in return. Her chin jutting back slightly with a small gasp, truly taken aback. “..I wouldn’t have asked for stuff to do if I had something else past what I did today but...” She shrugs sitting up, fixing her bag on her shoulder. “You clearly have something eating you and need a new outlet for snapping that isn’t me. I’ll be your talk outlet if you want that but otherwise consider me out of your hair- yikes.” 

[candymodels]

anahlys‌:

candymodels‌:\

“Thanks, Candy.” Analise sighs, genuinely offering the other model a smile as they fall into step, even though the smile is a little crooked and half hearted, “I really needed that positive spin.” she says, eyes closing, trying to center herself as the two models headed towards the cafeteria. It was mornings like this when every problem felt impossible to overcome so having friends who state the obvious just kind of helped her minimize problems that seemed big enough to ruin her day.

"Of course, what are other cuties for, right?” The vain blonde says in a chipper tone that accompanied her smile as it scrunched her nose for a moment. Her arm linked with the others as they headed off, her eyes drifting up to the model while they walked. That positive spin stuff didn’t sound all too good. “What’s got you down? Because it sounds a like a lot more than coffee...” 

[candymodels]

robinlavois‌:

candymodels‌:

“Thank you,” he nodded at the compliment, fingers drumming at the space on his laptop beside the trackpad. The ad wasn’t anything unusual - it was pretty standard, when looking at Nike’s other work; Robin just knew more about European football than most other people in the advertising department at Masters, so he was tasked with this ad. “Oh - I didn’t… make the logo. I am just making this ad… I assume that whoever made the logo looks like an average person, too, though.” Knowing the way that corporate advertising worked, whoever designed the Nike logo probably wasn’t rolling in the money that they deserved for it. “Me? Robin. And you?”

"You’re welcome.” She says softly in passing, her eyes dropping to his fingers for a moment before looking back to the ad. Though as he piped up, she of course had to back track. Her hues changing to him as she turned in a bit. “Oh you knew what I meant! Ad- logo- same-same. We were on the same page for the most part.” Candy waves her hand, like brushing the topic away with a small laugh. “You couldn’t have been the logo maker unless you’re a vampire anyways since I think we’ve had that classic swoosh since the 70s or so.” She shrugs. “I could be wrong, but oh well, nice to meet you Robin. I’m Candy.”

[candymodels]

hannahmald‌:

candymodels‌:

“As much as I wish laser tag could be my job, I have some work I need to get done.” As a new hire, Hannah couldn’t afford to just blow off work, no matter how boring or how much she really wanted to. “But if you can get that done, let me know.” 

“I mean.. just think about it. You have hot cute models like me that run around and sport like--” She pauses, gesturing to the air as she thinks for a moment. “Like the new yoga pants or the new sports bra or shoes or something. And then bam, they have an ad and we’ve got a good time.”

[candymodels]

easicrtogo‌:

candymodels‌:

Well, it was certainly an idea. She hadn’t ever considered something like that before, and it certainly sounded fun. “I love that,” she agreed. Maybe the bikini part wasn’t necessary, but the rest of it did sound fun. “I’ll definitely run the idea by my boss, and ask the owner of the rink. I can’t think of any reason to say no, it could be like…a fun summer shoot, you know?” She could already see it taking shape in her head, and- yeah, it could end up being one more thing on her plate, but at least it’d be fun.

“Oh yay!” Candy exclaimed while clapping her hands softly in excitement before resting them on her lap again. “Ah- yes- perfect, a summer shoot. That’s it, and it get me out of this gray box of a building. I LOVE that. Do you know how quick we can set it up?” Because the quicker was of course always the better for this little blonde on the go. 

[candymodels]

win-emm‌:

candymodels·:

with the kitten securely bundled under the jacket, win was just turning to make his exit when the shrill voice called him back. just his luck that the only person around with a spare jacket was also the gal he’d mistakenly called cindy for their first few weeks working together. he turned towards her just slightly, angling his body to keep the kitten out of her sights. “cool, yeah, thanks for the jacket! ah, it’s just my bones. you know when you get old and everything’s a little creaky.” he tossed his hair back with a half-hearted smile, moving again towards the exit. 

Her heels clacked around the floor as she stormed over to close the space between her and the other trying to sneak away. “Creaky Bones?” She repeats back again, her brows knitting together as she did. He must’ve thought she had air for brains. How rude. “Your bones sound like cats now?” Candy asks while raising a hand to motion to her own sweater in their hands. “Like- c’mon- I don’t get to see what my own sweater is really used for right now?”

[candymodels]

paisleyfitzgerald‌:

candymodels‌:

“Lazer tag?” Paisley asked, looking up from the stack of papers she was over looking to peek at the blonde. “Fun happens to be my middle name, but I’m gonna hold off because I’m more curious as to how you’d find a way to make lazer tag a part of the agenda today,” She teased, leaning against the desk the girl was sitting at.  “Especially since I’m just an intern, I doubt they would allow that even for some type of photo shoot.”

“Fun is your middle name and you didn’t hop on this idea from the start?” The blonde teases with a giggle while settling back into her chair. “If you’ve got a good enough idea pitched to the right person, anything can be a photo shoot.” Candy notions before perking up a bit again. “And I can always use a project intern to help with shoots... I wonder if there’s an open camera jockey for a cute shoot with lazer babes.”  Her brows raise to the other. “...what’s a new masters product? We just got Nike- or whatever shoe dudes, right? We could easily do a shoot for them. Who says they gotta ask for product shoots if we just give them a gift?”

[xavierpak]

candymodels‌:

‘Wonder why that is..” Candy said as she picked up her bubble tea cup from the table, her brows raising and falling as she met his eyes, a cocky smirk pulling on her lips after her words. “..but I’ll let you get back to your main job: moping.” With that she turns on her heel to start heading out. “Have a good day, Clark..”

He’d seen Candy around the department and the many model-filled parties before, and he always figured they’d go along great, especially if they were to do a couple of shots together and dance the night away - now, that option seemed to no longer be there. ‘Wonder why that is…’ What the fuck was her problem? He was going to snap at her, stopped only by the fact she finally got up, ready to leave. Maybe, just maybe, if he kept his mouth shut, he would finally be left alone. “Thanks,” was all he said, squeezing his eyes shut with another sarcastic grin before his face fell to a frown the second she turned to walk away, his hand running through his hair in frustration. Why were models so fucking difficult to deal with when sober?