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Post by Mirabelle Audrey Kendrick on Mar 7, 2011 10:04:34 GMT -7
WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT  will you take me home with you? The world had never seen in its entirety a person more determined than Mirabelle Kendrick. That girl would go to the ends of the earth to get what she wanted. And if it included having to model for someone on a Saturday morning? She’d suck it up and get up early for it. It didn’t matter how she’d spent her Friday night, because this was important. A chance to show off. An opportunity to work on modeling. Sure, there honestly wasn’t much room for improvement. Mira had been born such a natural, being Marilyn Monroe’s reincarnate and all. However, Marilyn was also a little old-fashioned in that sense. She’d been a woman of the fifties. These were the two thousands. Mira had had to update her style just a little. However, she adapted quickly. She was easily a shoe-in for the modeling industry, when she got there. And for now, well, she was going to work on building her portfolio. This guy, whoever he was, would have to be kind enough to let her snag some of the better pictures so she could add them to her file. The more the better, right? Mira was going to get into what she wanted anyway, but she might as well have more fun along the way.
Mirabelle enjoyed modeling with all of her heart. She absolutely adored it. All the attention, the spotlight, it was all directly on her, where it should belong. She had to be the center of attention. It was harder for Mirabelle than it probably was for anyone else to settle for second place. Tons of people would love to rank that highly. But Mira? She had to be number one. Second was the first loser, but to her, anything below first was the bottom. From a young age she’d held this perspective on life. If she had to excel to a point where she would be more famous than she’d been in her former life, more famous than Marilyn Monroe, well, there was no room for a second place. She had to be the top. She had to be the best. She’d put up with the criticisms, she’d embrace the guilty stares. Hell, she was already doing that. She’d already been doing that for years. And all it did was bring a smile to her face. Mira knew what jealousy was.
It was an early Saturday morning, and Mira stood in her dorm, not so much examining herself in her mirror as admiring her appearance. She’d spent a few minutes throwing together her current outfit, and she had to say, she approved. She looked pretty damn good, and she couldn’t wait to see the photographer’s face when she walked into the room. Smirking at the thought, Mira grabbed her handbag off the counter and walked out of the dorm, her heels clicking loudly against the floor. She knew she was early; she’d run and grab a coffee before she had to meet this guy in the theater. Just a few minutes later, Mira was heading back to school, a Caffè Americano in hand. She simply adored these things. She sipped it slowly, making her espresso last as long as possible. And when she headed into the theater, where they’d been told to meet? It was empty. Mira smiled a little, heading to the front of the room. She took the side stairs up and positioned herself directly in the middle of the stage, sitting on the edge and crossing her legs, her feet dangling over the edge. Whenever this guy got here... he’d know who his model was. She could only pray that it wasn’t the one single photographer she knew of at this school that she couldn’t stand, Mr. Westin Ison. But what were the chances of that happening?
AND CARRY ALL THIS BROKEN BONE * TAGGED tina w/ westin STATUS finito WORDS 633 OUTFIT ... i had fun with this one ...MUSE king for a day – forever the sickest kids CREDIT me. lyrics are from summertime, my chemical romance NOTES you’re enjoying your non-nutritious lunch right now. i’m chilling at home bitching about being hungry. i think i’ll go eat now.
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Post by Westin Patrick Ison on Mar 12, 2011 16:33:19 GMT -7
Finding Hailey a babysitter on a Saturday morning was a tad more difficult than Wes thought it would be. Usually, he woke up early on Saturday morning to make his little sister breakfast and watch Saturday morning cartoons with her while he did his homework. He always had off of work on Saturdays for that reason, so he could be with his little sister. He had babysitters scheduled everyday but Saturday. But he was slipping behind so badly in school that he ran the risk of not graduating. He loved his sister and he always looked forward to Saturdays, but he was forced to sacrifice this one and he hoped she would understand and forgive him for it.
He had to convince the neighbor by upping the pay, but he eventually did find his sister a babysitter. So they got up early and Wes helped her get ready before he carried her over to the neighbor's house. He set her down in the living room and gave her the cliche "be good" shpeal. When he was done, he smiled at her and said, "Now give Baba a kiss."
She kissed his cheek which Wes returned to her with a kiss on the forehead. As he walked out of the neighbor's house, he called over his shoulder to her, "I'll be back soon, Hailey! And we'll make cookies this afternoon, I promise."
That was a promise he intended to keep, so this photo session better pass quickly. He would have rathered that this shoot could have happened on another day. Any other day would have been stupendous. But no. It had to be today. Sigh. It had to be today. His model better have been a good one...or he would be very upset.
Wes took out his camera as he walked. He walked to the beat of the song playing on his red, 2nd generation iPod nano (The song was "In the Air Tonight" By Phil Collins, in case you were wondering...). He yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. God, it was early. A McDonalds caught his eye as he passed it. Unable to resist, Wes went inside and got a coffee, making him even later than before...but could you honestly expect him to take good pictures when he was still asleep? He had to work up get his work done, for both his and the model's sake.
As he approached the theater, Wes wondering which girl he'd be shooting (not literally). He'd worked with a few models before and a few girls who weren't aspiring models. He'd worked with...pretty much everyone. He wondered if he would be walking in on a familiar face.
As he opened the theater door and went inside, he got the answer to his question. Yes. He was walking in on a familiar face. A welcomed familiar face? No. Not really. He didn't know which would be better. Taking pictures of a stranger...or of this girl who absolutely despised him. He took a moment and stood in the darkness at the back of the theater, sipping his coffee asking a higher power for patience.
Perhaps he was approaching all of this with the wrong attitude. Wes gave her another look. She did look rather pretty on the stage in that outfit. She could take a good picture. Perhaps this wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be. And...if it was...perhaps he would pretend it wasn't and by a fortunate turn of events he would trick himself into believing taking pictures of her was the greatest thing he'd ever done in his life.
He took another sip of coffee and sighed before starting towards the stage. "Good morning," He said, "Lovely day, isn't it?"
Maybe his pleasantries would be contagious and she would just...not be a bitch. Grant, that was very difficult for her, but Wes did have a little faith in her. Just like a Yin-Yang, there had to be some sweetness amongst her bitter, bitchiness.
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Post by Mirabelle Audrey Kendrick on Mar 23, 2011 11:47:02 GMT -7
WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT will you take me home with you? Love was a funny thing. For most people, it was great, but Mirabelle Kendrick? She didn’t believe in it. It didn’t exist, if you asked her. People who thought they were in love were just kidding themselves. They didn’t really know what they were feeling. It was glorified, exaggerated, and no one really knew what it was because they were just convinced they were in love. You can have strong feelings for someone, yeah, Mira believed that. You can really like a person and maybe even want to spend a part of your life with him or her. But love was another story. It simply didn’t exist. One didn’t meet another person and just want to spend the rest of his or her life, entire eternity, with one other! Mira, at least, knew she couldn’t handle that. She needed change, she needed variety. In her first life she’d been married three times. She wasn’t looking to get married this time around, not at all. That had been a mistake for her. She’d been happiest, sadly, when she was married and having affairs. So Mira knew that marriage and this “love” concept just weren’t for her. She would so much rather not have to worry about commitment and just enjoy her life. It sounded so much more appealing to her.
Mirabelle scoffed at people her age saying they were in love, planning to get married when they got out of high school. She pitied them. They were going to ruin their lives. How were they going to get anywhere in this world when they were so tied down like that? They couldn’t be that desperate, like she had been for her first marriage. She’d had to wed the guy. It had been the only way for her to escape foster care. And in that case, Marilyn had felt just a little bad in her first divorce. Jimmy had been a good friend of hers, and she was worried that she’d hurt him. But she’d been actually getting somewhere — the year of her first divorce was also, not coincidentally, the same year she received her first movie contract. But life went on. Hers had, and so had his. Jimmy would be happier without her as his wife, anyway; she knew that. Marilyn hadn’t been a good wife. Just like Mira wouldn’t be a good wife. And that was why she wasn’t going to worry about getting into any relationships that would ever get serious enough for a guy to suggest such a thing. Marriage was a ridiculous concept to her. It wasn’t even necessary these days. People went around and had kids without being married first, so what was the point of getting married now?
Mira smirked a little as she thought, absentmindedly running her hand halfway down her leg. She looked good today. She looked good and she knew it. She still couldn’t wait to see the look on her photographer’s face when he took in her appearance for the first time. Maybe this would be more than just a modeling experience, maybe she could have some fun out of this. She could mess with the poor boy’s head. After all, that was one of Mirabelle’s favorite hobbies. Men could rarely resist her. It was seldom — less than that, actually — that she was rejected or turned down. She just had that effect on people. The thoughts still kept her smirking until the theater door opened. Mira looked up, and within seconds, the smirk faded from her face. Oh, God. Oh, hell no, this wasn’t happening. Hadn’t she just complained about this earlier, but assured herself that the chances were next to none? Oh dear God, today just got miserable. She was wasting her Saturday for this? Her eyes narrowed and Mira answered with ice in her voice. “Yeah, splendid.” She supposed she could try to be bearable, but if he was undoubtedly going to make her miserable, then she was going to return the favor. “Would you mind picking up the pace just a little? I have things to do today, let’s get this over with.” She pulled her legs up off the stage, getting to her feet, her hands naturally moving to her hips as she stared at him. No niceties at all.
AND CARRY ALL THIS BROKEN BONE * TAGGED tina w/ westin STATUS finito WORDS 713 OUTFIT ... i had fun with this one ...MUSE dumb and dumber on tv CREDIT me. lyrics are from summertime, my chemical romance NOTES the last time i posted in this thread was a day off from school, too... i’m sensing a pattern here?
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