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Sakon RP Sample
Third person writing sample: At a long, slender table in the back of the room sat Sakon. One arm lay upon the table, fingers twisting around the neckband of his camera, the other arm propped upon its elbow while his fist pressed against the right side of his jaw. If these people took any longer he swore he was going to drag them, one by one, by their matching ties. This photo session was never going to happen if his models took so long to get ready. Angrily he wondered if it was the dresser's fault because she was nit-picky about every little detail. He was too, but damn. Learn to do it in a timely manner! Or maybe it was the makeup artist's fault because she had made some mistake. Sakon wouldn't doubt it, though he didn't know her well enough to be sure if she was reliable. He was beginning to think she was not.

His pale eyes rolled and looked at the clock on the wall before down at the watch on his left wrist. Ten past the time they agreed to get started. That was not OK in his book; being impatient and easily angered did not make a very happy Sakon when things did not happen when he told them to. Pushing back the stool he was sitting in, grabbing his camera by the hand grip, he moved with long, determined strides out into the hall. For a moment he paused, looking left and then right with half-opened eyes. He was not amused to see empty space. He'd been hoping to see the girls strolling down the hall just then. It would have been nice. However, since there was no one, he'd have to take matters into his own hands.

Striding up the hall toward the female bathroom he huffed, tossed a lock of stray paling hair from his face, and threw his hand into the door. It swung open as he pushed, revealing a line of three girls at the sink sitting on it, waiting for makeup to be done or just chattering. When they saw him standing there in the entrance they screeched and filed out quickly, making way for the art studio they would be shooting in. Sometimes Sakon enjoyed the fact that he had people so far under his thumb that he didn't even have to say anything, but he liked the sound of his own voice.

"What the fuck were you all doing in there that took so friggen long? It's ten minutes past when I said I wanted to start. Now we're gonna run ten minutes longer because you couldn't hurry it up!" he shouted from the back of the train, glancing over his shoulder as two others, fellow art students given the job of costumes and makeup for this production, scampered up to his side.

"I had zipper malfunction," said one in a voice that sounded like a child's. Sakon shook his head and glanced at the other girl, Miss Makeup. Her lashes were huge and fake and she looked as though she had spent far too much time in the sun. Ganguro. Ugh.

"Niki got eyeliner on her upper eyelid. We had to wash it off!"

Not cute. These girls were not adorable and Sakon wanted nothing to do with them. When his volunteer models were in the art room he slammed the door and locked it behind himself, leaving the two girls in the hall with the image of his middle finger the last thing they saw before he pulled the blinds.

"Lets get this over with!" he called, his ladies getting into place. At least they were cooperative. It was a shame it only took one to ruin a lot.