Damien smiled happily as he recieved word that he'd finally be able to pursue his career in being a male model. Sure, the people he grew up laughed whenever they found out what he wanted to be. But who was laughing now?

He walked up to the acengy that was hiring him. He walked over to a young lady sitting at the front desk. "Hello. My name is Damien Hale. I was told to come he-"

"Yes. Damien. We've been expecting you. Just go through the door to your left." she said, smiling at him and pointing him in the right direction.

"Thanks." he said, taking a deep, calming breath before going in the direction indicated.

This room was filled with many different people--models as well as stylists, both male and female. Every chair was filled, except for one on the far left end, which had a stylist and no model.

The man standing there looked bored, but expectant, and was cheerfully glancing around the room. Judging by the way he looked, he took everything he wore very seriously and hand-picked it all in the morning.

He looked like if he wanted to be, he could very well be one of the models here...

Damien glanced around the room in complete wonder. This was most definantly one of the best days of his life. He couldn't stop the small smile from forming on his face and it took everything he had not to just start smiling like an idiot.

He took a calming breath and made his way through the people, who barely even glanced up as he walked by. This was expected, of course. After all, they were all told he'd be coming today.

He made his way over to the man standing by himself. "Uh... Excuse me. Could you tell me where I'm supposed to be?" he asked, not wanting to sound rude.

The man jumped, startled, and threw his arms up over his head, slightly, fixing Damien with a puzzled, mock-offended stare. He seemed to be...quite a reactive person. He cleared his throat, dropped his arms, stood straight, and then pointed at the chair aside of him, a charming, mischievous smile gracing his features.

"Here'd be good, new guy," he replied, pleasantly. "Welcome."

Damien glancced at this man uncertainly for a second, before shrugging lightly. Sure, he was kinda surprised that this man reacted like that from a simple question, but there wasn't any reason for him not to trust him. He nodded and smiled lightly as he took the indicated seat. "Thanks." he said.

The man rested his elbows on the back of Damien's chair, tilting his head slightly and peering at Damien in the mirror across from him. His outlandish clothing and wild hair were not the strangest features of his...no, his eyes were the most striking thing about him. Bright red, the color of wild strawberries.

"My name is Morty. I'm a stylist and makeup artist all in one. I also work with models as a personal manager..." he greeted, properly.

Damien smiled lightly. "It's very nice to meet you Morty." he said polietly. He was amazed that this man did all those different jobs. It seemed like a lot for one person to handle. "I'm Damien." he leaned back in the chair and watched Morty from the mirror. He wasn't sure if he should turn around or not.

"The higher-ups have asked me to work with you. So, I suppose I'm your new partner..." Morty grinned. He had a charming grin, and ultra-white teeth. "You won't be doing any actual photo-shoots or practice catwalk run-throughs today...today is just to get you used to the place..."

Damien nodded, frowning lightly for a second. He had wanted to get started right away, but he figured he could wait. This way, he'd have more fun when they actually got started. He changed the frown to a smile as he looked around the room he was in. He was so excited to be here and it was almost overwhelming with all the different people in the room.

"So! This is the stylin' room..." Morty made a semi-elegant hand motion around the room. "Usually, just hair is done in here, and simple makeup...we make adjustments in the next room over." He pranced towards double-doors at the other end of the room, and waved to Damien. "This way, hun! Let the tour begin!"

Damien sat in the chair for just a few seconds more before jumping up and smiling happily. He was still so psyced about the fact that he was actually here, it was hard to contain his joy. He followed after Morty quickly, his eyes scanning the room, taking in every detail. He didn't want to miss a single thing, though he knew he'd see everything many, many times in the future.

Morty stepped into the shoot-room, which had its own catwalk and several different annexed areas for indoor photo shoots to take place. It wasn't too fancy, but it was nice. "...Mm. This is our 'shoot-room.' We practice in here, and sometimes take official pictures and hold parties..."

Damien smiled brightly as he entered the shoot-room. He looked around in amazement and couldn't wait until he got started. He watched as some of the other models were in the room, taking photos. He nodded happily. "It's nice." he complimented.

Morty seemed to be running things through his head. He shrugged, spinning to face him. His every movement was lithe, fluid...much like a dancer's step.

"Unless you want to know where the behind-the-scenes conference rooms and the bathrooms are...that's it for a major tour. All that's left are the 'fun' facilities. We have our own little lounge, and a mini-cafeteria. They're through..." He pointed across the room, to some green double-doors, "...those doors right there. We can head in there now, if you'd like, and get to know each other a bit more seeing as we'll be working together."

Damien stumbled backwards when Morty suddenly spun around. But he managed to keep the surprise off his face. He smiled lightly and nodded. "Yeah. That sounds like a good idea." he said. And it did. Sine they were going to technically working together now, it'd probably be best if they knew a little about each other. That way, it'd be more comfortable between them and it wouldn't be as awkward.

"Mmkay..." Morty quickly led the way through the green double-doors, and into a spacious, cozy lounge, which was connected to a small kitchen with its own buffet. There weren't many people in the lounge at the moment, since most people worked during the day. Many models, stylists, and makeup artists lived very close to or in the building.

He plopped down in one of the comfy chairs, and swung one leg over the other. He fixed Damien with a pleasant, expectant look. "Well? What shall we start with?"

Damien followed after him, a smile always showing on his face. He looked about the lounge area, amazed. He was still so psyched that he was actually here, it all felt like a dream to him. He smiled polietly at the other people in the room, but most of them didn't even give him a second glance. He didn't let that bother him too much.

He sat down in an empty chair and settled back against it. He looked over at Morty and shrugged. "Don't know. What do you want to know?" he asked.

"Hmm. How about we start with...favorite colors? Lame, yep...but little ol' me can't think of anything else," Morty complained, playfully. "My favorite color is orange. How about you? What's yours?"

He was quite a hyper person.

Damien thought for a second. That certainly was an odd question to ask, but he figured 'why not?' "Well... I'll have to say my favorite color is blue." he said, crossing his arms lightly across his chest.

"Ooh, blue is nice. Orange will always be my favorite. Why don't you ask something, now?" Morty folded his hands neatly in his lap, a jocular grin on his face. He seemed like the kind of person who was always happy, and difficult to upset...

Damien thought for a second. What should he ask? "Hm... What's your favorite animal? Mine's a dog." he said. It's true. He's always had a pet dog. Whenever one died, his mom would go out and buy a new one.

"Favorite animal? Let's see..." Morty pondered his answer, rather deeply, for about forty-five seconds before he perked up and smiled at Damien. "My favorite animals are snakes. I used to have a pet cobra, defanged...he died about a year ago, and I can't bring myself to find another one to replace him..."

He frowned, and then immediately perked up again. "Heh. I went off on a bit of a tangent, there." He paused. "Should we keep attempting to talk, or...do something else? Something fun?"

"Snake's are cool." Damien agreed nodding lightly. He raised an eyebrow though at Morty's random mood swing. But a curious look crossed his face. "What else did you have in mind?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Well...what do you like to do for fun? I like to dance, and shop. I also like to eat...but that, I think, is just something all humans love unless something is wrong with them..."

Morty shifted in his seat, impatiently. He always needed to be up and about to be sated.

Damien thought for a second. "Dancing sounds fun." he said, pushing himself out of his seat. "Is there any good places to go around here?" he asked, curious again.