Phot-OHSHOOT! ((CS, Riley))

Work was work, but sometimes it was just so damn amusing that one had to wonder why they even got paid. Riley mused as the makeup artist put the finishing touches on her hair and eyes, she probably wouldn’t go so far as to wonder why she got paid…this was definitely a job, but she’d seen the male models she was going to be working with. Three of them. Painted gold. She had to laugh out loud again, just a little bit. The concept was so out of this world…literally.

Apparently the idea was that they were some sort of androids and she was their creator, or ruler, or something out of this world. The men were literally gold. She, on the other hand, was dressed in silver. The outfit was really only mildly skimpy as far as some of the things these places put her in were concerned. In fact, it looked like an aluminum foil, one-piecek sailor’s suit. It was short as all get out, of course, and the slightly gaping top probably would have better fit someone half Riley’s size in that area, but all her bits and pieces were covered, and if she didn‘t button the top past the third button, she could breathe. The thigh-high boots in the same shiny material as the rest were kind of fun too, and gave her just enough added height to make the male models a little uncomfortable. All in all this was such a strange concept…at least the men had speedo-type costumes….gold to match the body paint. The less awkward, the better.

The make-up artist finished with the voluminous curls that laid on her shoulders, and Riley studied the effect in the mirror. She really did look like something out of a 50’s magazine. She made her way to the area set up for the shoot, and got to work. The photographer was a snooty type, and after he’d bossed her around for the first few takes Riley was tempted to remind him that he wasn’t shooting for Vogue…not matter what his ego said.

The door opened and another model sprinted into the room. Riley rose an eyebrow, the guy was seriously late. The photographer ripped the guy a new one, while he had the audacity to look shocked, then thrilled by the situation. Then he joined the group and everything picked up where it took off.

, and a few more poses were gone through and snapped, the little group completely oblivious to the commotion going on outside. At least until some Asian kid burst through the door.

Riley didn’t scream, what the hell would the point of that been? No, she plopped her hands on her hips and glared at the boy as he clapped his hands over his eyes and started stumbling around like he was blind.

The photographer threw a fit, of course, and the kid started babbling about evil doers and adaptoids or some such nonsense. ”What the hell is an IFG, and what the hell are you doing in the middle of my photoshoot? Is this about the guy who was late?”

Screw the photographer. They all knew who was really running the show here.

Who was yelling at him? Was it someone in charge? Was it one of the gold men? The nearly-naked lady? Ugh... He didn't need any of the nudity in this room, especially not those gold men. Scarring? He'd have it. After this, he needed to call Kealey and Aurum up for drinks...

"Guy who was late...? What?"[/color] Ugh. Shin took a blind step back, nearly tripping over something. He tried opening his eyes. It didn't help. "Listen, if everyone could just go to the other side of the room... nice and easy. Near that window I think I saw. One of these guys is an impostor, I think. We were chasing him, and..."

"EXCUUUUUSE ME?" Ugh. There was that snooty voice again. "This is a private shoot. I'm asking you to leave."

"I'm asking you to go over towards the window," Shin shot back. "I'm asking everyone nicely. This isn't for you. It's for me. Someone here's an Adaptoid... adaptwhatever... and they shut down mutant powers..." Though, if that were the case, wouldn't the golden man have been less golden by now!? Maybe he was standing far enough away from whoever the adaptoid was that they weren't affecting his power... that meant pooling everyone near the window had the added bonus of revealing the imposter. Yay for logic.

Something shattered. "Wait, what was that?" A window shattering? Was his whole 'pool near the window' plan out the window now? Or was the gold man scared, and fleeing? Who could possibly have--

>>”What the hell?”

Sam!? Ugh. He'd ruined everything. Shin had the situation under control! So ridiculous!

>>”Shin, who is who?”

"Group them all together. We'll find out. Might not be able to think with numbers, but that much is obvious. Geez..." Stinking adaptoids, making him blind, razzafrazza.... his mind fell into mental cursing, losing so much coherency. He blamed the adaptoid for that, too.

greeing with Shin on some level Sam looked to Riley who was not only insulting himself but his friend as well something Sam wasn’t a big fan of. Though with the way Shin was acting he was tempted to laugh and would have done so in another situation but it was completely different when Sam laughed at Shin as opposed to a total stranger, not to mention a stuck up model that probably missed her lone cracker lunch.

Letting out a quick whistle (after not really understanding the hooch reference all to well) Sam directed the whistle to the golden men but was looking at Riley so it could have been easily mistaken that he was whistling at her, ”Yeah! I got an idea, how about you all chill and hands behind your head.” the chill comment would have been better if he had control over his ability but for the time being he was less of himself. Sam’s shoes crunched on the glass as he locked one eye on the female then each individual golden man.

”We are actually looking for a golden guy who just ran in here not to long ago. He broke the law and seeing as we are working with the NYPD we have permission to place him under arrest.” eye traveling around the set Sam spotted a camera a few people in the background and then the four golden men.

It was a shoot of some kind what ever the product was he didn’t want any part of unless it was for a condom ad that was the only way he could picture there being a reason as to why three almost naked men in gold were huddled around a woman hardly dressed in silver.

Looking at the golden men Sam pointed at them, ”Down on the ground where you are and hands behind your head, NOW!” reaching into his pocket Sam picked up the com-link that was patched into the police radio notifying them that they had fond their target however they would need back up. ”Shin, get it together!” Sam remained by the window till all the golden men would comply if they would.

Hooch whistled…actually whistled at her and a frosty smile curled up the edges of Riley’s mouth. Let him look. That was the whole point of the outfit, allowing muscle heads who could only think with their hormones to get their jollies off of a girl surrounded by space men. She blinked slowly, deliberately. Let him think what he wanted, if he even could. Pig. The man stopped existing in Riley’s mind except for an irritating ball of hormonal annoyance somewhere to her right.

He decided to try his hand at barking orders while the blind kid was…blind, and again, nobody listened. It wasn’t like they had any jurisdiction here…whoever they were. Mutants, though, definitely mutants. The Asian kid muttered, and Riley just caught the words and her eyes flicked to him, then the photographer. The man holding the camera had stopped his squealing and was now staring at Riley as if all of this was her fault. Suddenly it looked like more than her paycheck for this shoot was going down the drain. Even if this guy was a pompous ass, he was legit. Riley didn’t respond to the kid, and jerked her head back to Hooch as he gave another set of barked orders and blind Turner made it obvious he disagreed.

”I’m sorry, all the testosterone must have clogged your ears.” Riley said, cold mega-watt smile firmly in place again. ”I just said that there’s glass all over the floor. At least your partner pretends to have a brain ” Riley turned to look at the male models, ”Don‘t get on the ground. I don’t see badges on either of these jokes…” the dark haired woman gave them both a meaningful look, even if the kid couldn’t see it. ”They can’t do anything anyway.” she said, the cold smile turning to a warm smirk.

Hooch reached for some sort of walkie he had in his pocket and one of the gold men decided it was the perfect time to make a break, which he did. Unfortunately, he managed to take three steps before he came within four feet of Riley. Without even knowing it, her field neutralized the man’s X-Gene and golden-hued skin suddenly flickered out of existence, leaving almost unnaturally pale skin behind. Riley gaped, she’d never seen her unrecognized ability function on someone with a visible mutation before. The man was on the ground now, curled in on himself and by the look on his face, he was in pain. Riley straightened, looking at the people in the room, each in turn. The other male models moved away from her, quietly but quickly….then there were the interlopers.

”I guess this is what you wanted.” she said, crossing her arms and giving Hooch a haughty look. "If so, take it and get the hell out. I've got work to finish here." Riley said, tossing her hair back and hoping she looked haughty as opposed to the absolute terror and despair that was coursing through her. What was she?

The gold man met a far-from-golden end. It was about high time. Shin nodded towards the adaptoid, then swung his attention to Sam.

“I told you. All we had to do was use the tools already in play.” By tools, he of course meant the Adaptoid. Strange. He’d never really thought of people like tools before… especially when said tools had as sharp edges as the adaptoid seemed to have. For being blurry, she was one sharp women. Yup.

Shin shirked the thought. Now that the gold man was down, they could go. “I’m sorry for all of this,” He spoke to the room. “Police business, and all that. I guess the city will pay for the window. My apologies we couldn’t finish the arrest sooner. Let’s go, Sam.”

The Asian made his way away from the Adaptoid and her photo shoot, towards the door. As he hit the doorway, he turned back, and frowned at the photographer. “By the way. This is a horrible concept. You should see my friend about fashion tips… later.” Shin popped out the door.