Stretching as she walked though the screen doors to the living area of the suite she was staying in, Lizzie looked out over early morning Tokyo. As Anton had warned, the second half of the shoot had been moved there from Osaka. Not that she was complaining…It wasn't as if she'd never been to the city after all. Osaka had been nice, the team friendly and everyone very efficient and professional. The shoots they'd done so far had gone well and it seemed there was a possibility of a long term contract with the clothing company. Yet another thing to tag on to her ballooning career list. The idea made her head ache a little, as she wasn't sure if she would have the time, what with now being the new Sergeant Hotpants. She would just have to see.

Picking up her phone, she checked it, finding a message from Andrew, one from the girl who was sort of showing her around and making sure she didn't get lost and one from Anton, filling her in on what was happening, that he'd call her later, that she should have a big breakfast and take lots of nice piccies so she could show him as she had to come and visit him soon and they could do lunch and go shopping and…Wow. He was turning her into his little fag hag. She grimaced at the expression and made a mental note to get back to the messages after she'd showered.

She rolled her eyes a little at that one and put her phone back down, wondering why she had half been expecting another message. There was no one else to really be sending a message. Picking up the room phone, she ordered breakfast, keeping an eye on the time. Still early…Stretching again, she continued her wander around the suite of rooms to try and wake up before her breakfast showed up.

Going back to the windows, she opened them up and walked out on to the balcony. Not that she'd get fresh air or anything, but it was quite clear despite the reputation. Something caught her eye on the little table that was set out there so she stepped over and leant down to pick it up. It was a small, purple flower, rather wispy looking and nothing she could name off the top of her head.

Glancing around the balcony for any hanging baskets, she saw nothing that contained anything purple but rather a variety of pinks, whites and reds…Weird. Maybe a bird had dropped it. Shrugging a little, she left it on the table and went back inside, hearing a knock at the door as she closed the windows.

Breakfast, she thought with a grin and went to open it, smiling at the rather yummy looking young man pushing a trolley draped with a white cloth, bearing her meal. Thanking him and giving him a tip from her bag on the couch, she waited until he had bowed out of the room before lifting the lid up off the trolley. Mm…purple…flower…?

Lizzie blinked a bit as she picked the sprig up, a little shiver running down her spine. Crossing the room, she went back out on to the balcony, searching for the other flower. It had gone. She swallowed. Well maybe the bird came back for it….Or…A breeze had lifted it off the table, blowing it away? There was a touch of wind ruffling her hair after all…

Leaving the flower out on the balcony, she went back in to eat her breakfast, locking the windows behind her. The room was too silent, so she plugged her mp3 dock in, turning it on. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to use it, but it was easier than waiting for her laptop to load. The music dealt with the noise, but not really the slight feeling of loneliness. That had been one of the reasons she'd stayed at the school that summer, so she was around people. And so far, it had worked out brilliantly.

Picking at her roll, Lizzie was suddenly not that hungry so sipped half heartedly at her tea before getting up to go shower and dress for the day. Well. The trip to the shoot anyway, as she'd be changing after they yanked her out of the car…It actually tempted her to wear that velour tracksuit that her twin had sent her as an early joke birthday present. No reason not to, she thought with a small smile as she headed for the bathroom.

A few hours later, Lizzie was stood, a slight pout on her face and a devious look in her eyes, hips at a slightly odd angle and her feet very carefully positioned to show off the shoes she was wearing. It was supposed to look as if she was just walking along and had been suddenly caught out by the camera. At least she wasn't wearing a schoolgirl outfit and giggling behind her hand with her hair in pigtails. That would be horrendous and feel like she should be paid in notes poked in the top of the thigh high socks that would just complete the outfit.

Thankfully, lunch was scheduled for after that, and she got to change back into her tracksuit (she had worn it, in all it's light pink glory, she couldn't resist, plus it was like wearing pyjamas to work) and have a laze on a rather comfortable fold out chair, with a nice plate of food from the little buffet for the crew and the other models, who were also wandering around in tracksuits or shabby jeans.

Popping some sushi in her mouth, Lizzie took a swallow of water and considered a wander. They were set up in a corner of Shinjuku Gyoen, which from what she gathered, was one of the larger parks of the city and famous for the cherry blossom. Shame it was the wrong time of year…She'd have to visit in late March, really.

Despite the small area they were in being closed off, there were a couple of people wandering up to the temporary fence to have a nosey at what was going on, but not many as no one there was particularly famous, but barriers, cameras and the like always got attention, no matter where you were. Glancing at the people that wandered up, then wandered back away, she noticed a rather tall woman, with plum coloured hair…Lizzie sat bolt upright, dropping her bottle of water.

"Elizabeth, you alright?" one of the other girls asked. Squeezing her eyes shut, Lizzie opened them and looked at the other girl, giving her a smile and a nod, hurriedly looking back towards the barrier. No one, other than a trio of gothic Lolita types having a peek. Maybe she had imagined it, after all, she had half been expecting it since arriving in Osaka, let alone there in Tokyo.

"I'm fine. Thought a bee was on me, just imagined it though," she leant down and picked up her bottle, shaking her damp foot a little. The other girl gave a smile in return. She seemed a little on the dim side so easily bought it and went back to her lunch.

Taking a breath, Lizzie stared back at the milling crowds across the park, looking for a flash of purple that wasn't there. She hoped.