Fiore's Next Top Model [Job /Solo]

Art was feeling good today, as good as a guy like him could possibly feel. He had spent the morning in a beer garden, treating himself to a icy beverage of the alcoholic kind. Then after chatting to a couple to locals, he'd decided to take a Merry walk through town. Life had been entertaining enough, but he was still in the midst of his ongoing search for more. What was it that he was looking for? What was it that he needed? It was an unanswered question, one he strived to find out.

As he paved the streets of Fiore, his eyes flickered over a poster to his right. He stopped, initially spotting the hot babes on it posing. Then he relaising it wasn't just girls, but guys to. Intrigued he stepped over to it. Skimming it's contents. It was a competition of sorts, a modelling competition. Hmmm, He thought, it sounded kinda trivial, lame in fact. But as his greedy eyes glanced ove rthe prized many, his disinterest faded. That was a lot of jewels. He glanced over at the nearby window. His handsome reflection lookign back at hi. He grinned a dazzling grin. Outstanding... He thought. Returning to look at the poster, he leaned over picking up the attached pen and signing his name.

~ A couple days later ~

Art had considered not coming many times since then, he had been buzzed at the time. Did he really want to put himself through this, sure the was good looking and the money was great. But a modelling competition, it seemed like so much hassle. But as he stood in the staging area, a hot chick walking past in nothing but a bikini. He smirked, maybe it wouldn't be so bad afterall. Let the games begin. He thought with his signature mischievous grin.

Of all the categories the hosts of the modelling competition could have gone for, they had decided to go for one of the most daring. A swimsuit competition, very...daring. Art supposed it was something to do the promise of skin in an attempt to lure in a big audience. But still it was a sure fire sign of the lack of class this competition held. Regardless of class, the competition held big money, and that was what Art had his eye on.

Art had been stood to the side of the curtain watching the other contestants, the competition was obviously divided by girls and guys, six of each. Art wouldn't mind a little friendly competition with the girls, but unfortunately it wasn't set that way. It didn't mean he couldn't enjoy watching the ladies do their thing, there were some cracking bodies.

"Boys, boys, snap to, the ladies are fine yes, but you're turn is coming so I need you to line up in order." Said a very serious looking woman in her forties, red spectacles and clip board. Art turned away from the girls posing on stage and allowed the bespectacled woman to manouver him into line. As the women were ushered off stage. The woman in glasses took the stage, "Yes yes thank you ladies, now for the ladies and some gentlemen in our audience, it's time for the boys competition. Introducing our first contestants-"

Art must have heard the names of the other contestants at least three times, but he wasn't good at remember names of unimportant folk. So he had made up several crass nicknames for them; Beast, Snozz, Tree, Snow and Gut. All names based on some form of key physical feature.

The first guy was an overtly muscular beast of a man. Built like a truck, he was ripped, but clearly lacked in the looks department. Snozz was next, more of a normal size, not out of shape. But his nose was surprisingly large for his face. Art was next, strolling forward in his black swim trunks that was just tight enough. He gave the crowd a dazzling smile, waving at them as he stepped into line, then dropping his hands to his hips, he gave them a wink, earning a nice onslaught of cheers from the crowd. Art trained often, and wasn't ashamed of his body at all, he wasn't monstrous like Beast, but he was ripped enough.


The remaining three came onto stage and it was clear from the crowd that Gut wasn't going through. After shouting abuse at the crowd, Gut was dragged off the stage. Art lapped it up, the cheers, the stares, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.


 

~ Week 2 ~

Art was a great lover of shopping for clothes, normally his mother would pick up stuff for him and he would just take the things he liked. But he knew how to dress, and dress well he did. The models were given free reign of a shopping mall and given a small budget. The had to chose their own clothes and would do a fashion walk later. The theme was personality. This was to portray they own personal style and unique attributes. After looking for what seemed like hours, Art finally to put together an ensemble he was certain would get him through to the next round.

He arrived at the town hall on the friday, which was the night of the catwalk. The order of the walk was revered today. Snow would be going first, out of all of the contestants, Snow was the one Art had to look out for. Relatively decent looks, long white hair, not to different in build from Art. He had racked up a lot of appreciation in the first round. Althugh his costume was a little odd, He seemed to be wearing a long white cloak that covered most of his body. Making his way to the edge of the catwalk, the crowd seemed to be whispering in confusion. Then with smooth deliver, he pulled off the cloak and threw it over his shoulder, revealing a white suit. Earning himself screams from the crowd. Crap, this guys good. The mystery of the cloak, followed by the big reveal. Art needed to step up.

Tree was also next, also wearing a suit. Althuogh his wasn't as impressive as Snows, he earned some disappointed sounds. Art came on next, unlike tree and snow hadn't gone for a suit but something much more representative of his personality. As he walked along, his black boots clicking against the ground. He heard some squaels, "Oh my, such a bad boy, how sexy!"

He smirked his signature smirk, his black ensemble, fit with leather jacket and black collar was something he would wear on a night out. The girls loved it, so no doubt it would go down a treat here. As he reached the edge of the catwalk, he pulled off his jacket and threw it into the crowd. his sleeveless top revealing his oiled bicepss. The girls clambored over themselves to grab at the jacket.


Following him was Snozz who had gone for a beach boy surfer look, annd after that was Beast who, had gone with shorts and a sleeveless jacket, left open to once again show of his ridiculous muscle. Tree, who had really just gone withh unfortunately timing was voted out of the round.

 



~ Week 3 ~

The third round involved much less audience and was clearly more about making some money from the competition. The boys started their week being called into for photoshoot. The shoot was pretty simple enough, posing once again in his catwalk costume, and once again in his swimsuit. He had actually quite enjoyed the shoot, the super hot photographer had been all over him to. Making any excuse to readjust him and touch him up. He had been so tempted to take her on a date after, but he had resisted. Then he knew screwing her over was probably not the best course of action. Heartbreak was a definite way to get booted out of the competition. If he wanted to win, he needed to behave himself. Maybe after he got his prize money.

The images were then printed and sold in various stores around Fiore. The images that were bought the least would lose the round and be booted out of the competition. At the end of the week, the boys were summoned to the hall. Art arrived last this time, walking in as all the guys sat in the waiting room. Snow was lounging on an armchair, elbow resting on the arm, and chin in his palm. Staring away in an almost disinterest manner. Beast looked pretty calm too, just standing in the mirror, flexing his muscles. Snozz on the other hand looked nervous, biting his nails and pacing. 

The woman from the photo shoot and the host with glasses walked into the room. The host holding a clipboard. 

"Okay boys, we have the results. Third place goes to-" Snozz seemed relieved as his name was called. Does that mean Beast is out? Art was surprised to find Beast was called next. which meant, either he or Snow were out. For the first time, Art felt unsure of himself, even Snow looked somewhat confused. 

"And for the first time in history joint first is Artemis and Issaih." Snozz's smug expression dropped as he realised this meant he was last and therefore out of the competition. Issaih huh? Art looked over at him, only to find that he was staring right back. 

~ Week 4 ~

The third week was a public interview, hosting in the same outdoor venue of the swimsuit round. The three remaining contestants sat in the stage, on the opposite side were the three remaining women in the girls competition. There were unbelievably hot and at least two of them were given Art the eye. He smirked across at them, he couldn't wait to get to talking to them later.


The host of the ladies competition was there too, he was an older man, with white hair. He seemed to have very little interest in the boys at all. Only interested in bogging at the girls. Hence why the spectacle lady began their discussion.

"And now for the guys turn, starting with Issaih." She made her way over to Snow with the microphone. "So Issaih, what do you like to do for fun?" Once again he didn't seem particularly interest in his goings on, Is he playing the mysterious type? Art thuoght suspiciously. He shrugge nonchalantly,

"I don't know, readig, I guess." He replied cooly, Art's eyes widened. He so is!


"Did you hear that ladies? Our boy isn't just a total hottie, he's a intellectual too!" The girls screamed with excitement. Art gritted his teeth, The host stepped up to Beast,

"Same question sweetie," Beast stood up and flexed,

"Working out!" He growled, pulling at his tricep. Fewer girls screamed this time.

"We can tell hot stuff." The hsot replied before sauntering over to Art.

"And how about you Artemis," Art looked down, taking a moment to think, then looking up he  shot the girls in the crowd a devlish smile,

"If I told you, I might get in a trouble." He said adding a wink, the words had the desired effect and the screams were immediate. So far so good, the host continued around, asking various questions, althuogh Art and Snow's answered were much more thought out and potraying of teir personalities. Beasts questions always recieved a working out related answer. It was clear the guy was all braun and no brain. At the end of the round, the hosts came together and annouced the two remaining contestants for each. As predicted, the final two were Art and Snow.

~ Week 5 ~

This was it, the finale, now it came down to two. Art and Snow. Art could've easily predicted this from the start, they were the best looking after all. Art honestly thought he had the edge but he couldn't be certain. For the first time since he had got his takeover magic, he had doubted himself. Doubted his ability to win a competition about looks of all things, it was blasphemy. But it wouldn't last long.

The final competitions theme was costume, and that's wasn't just it. They had to do a performance, they're win would be based purely on audience reaction.  The two stood on stage, Snow was wearing some gladiator costume which suited him surprisingly well. Art on the other had was going with desert prince, gold jewellery, exposed chest. It worked very well for him.


"So ladies we have our final too, and this has got to be the hardest choice we've ever had to make. So it all comes down to this, one final chance to wow us. Issaih you're first." Art walked off stage with the host. Turning to watch Snow do his thing. Art raised a brow as a microphone was wheeled out to hi, and within a few moments. The white haired guy began to sing, opera.

Art's jaw dropped, it was the last thing he expected. It was good, really good, but not exactly sexy. He looked over at the crowd and skimmed over the mesmerized expression, eyes glistening. Shit... The crowd were melting. This wasn't good. How was he supposed to be that, Art couldn't sing like that. His act was good but good enough. He needed to spice it up.

As Snow's song ended, the audience broke into a tremendous applause. Art made his way onto stage, Snow's smug expression making him boil a little. The kid thought he had won, well not yet, it wasn't over.

"W-well, that's was...just beautiful... I mean... oh yes, umm for our second and final contestant, here's Artemis." The host brushed away a tear as she spoke, Art barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes. An assistant wheeled over a table full of blades. He looked at them, he needed something to win this, something that would wipe away all that mesmerizing beauty that Snow had allegedly provided.


"Ladies and Gentlemen, My name is Artemis, and I will be perform a little knife throwing. But first, I need a brave assistant." Hands in the crowd shot up, and Art pretended to look as he turned to look at his current enemy. "Issaih, excellent, what a great sport ladies and gentlemen." He said holding his hand out dramatically as the curtain was pulled back to reveal Snow, looking confused. Of course he hadn't volunteered, but the audience wouldn't know that. Producers hustled Issaih onto the stage.

"Now I would like a beautiful lady to assist me, and who better than Fiore's Next Top Model from our Women's competition," He had already convince Jeannette to come out and help him with his act earlier. She came out and just like the champion she was, she hadn't let Art's little change of plans affect her performance.

"Can we attach Issaih to the wheel please?" He called, thanking the skies he had managed to remember Snow's real name. Without hesitation Jeannette stepped to it, and although he really looked like he wanted to refuse. Issaih did, he was receiving screams of encouragement from his fans. That's exactly what Art had been counted on.

"Now don't worry ladies, I assure you my opponent will be perfectly fine. I have never killed anyone doing this, only dismembered them." He quipped, earning an unsure laugh from  the crowd. Although he was trying to hide it, Snow was clearly looked unnerved. He indicated for Jeannette to beginning spinning the wheel Snow was attached to.

Art instantly focused, what people didn't know is he had been training with knives from a very young age. So young he couldn't remember not training with knives. His family affiliation with Weapon magic meant that they had tried hard to instil a connection to weapons in him. And although the magic never quite manifested, the skill remained. he began to launch knives at Snow. Landing them perfectly spaced between him limbs.

The crowd cheered with it successful landing, then after allowing them to think Snow was safe. Art threw knives closer, encouraging Jeannette to spin faster. He watched Snow tremble as a knife came dangerously close to his hip and left hand. The crowd gasped whenever it got too close for comfortable. Art's arms moved robotically like a knife throwing dance each move was smooth and delivered perfectly. Finally he had Jeannette stop the wheel, picking up five final daggers. "Jeannette, would you now blindfold me?" The crowd whispered amongst themselves, was this a trick, could he really do that. She sauntered over and did what she was turned, the world around him become dark. He did a couple steps, turning in a circle. The crowd was silent waiting. Then suddenly he threw the knives, hearing the thud of each one as they hit the wheel. And smirked as Snow let out a little yelp of fear as they did. The blindfold was removed and everyone stared in shock as the knives had landed perfectly. One under each arm, one of either side of the neck and the final one just under her crotch. He was unscathed.

The audience exploded in applause, so loud in was deafening. Jeannette took Snow down from the wheel, Art strolled over. Taking Sow's hand in one, and Jeannette's in other, he did a bow. The other two following suit, although Snow was more pulled down than anything.

When the results were decided Art had no doubt about it, as they said his name as winner he just grinned. Taking the prize and smirking. This had definitely been more fun than he thought, he decided, as he left, Jeannette under his arm and prize money in hand.

END