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Post by emiliahaverty on Jan 23, 2013 3:46:06 GMT -8
Give a little time to me or burn this out [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 0b0b0b; width: 399px; padding: 5 5 5 5px; border-bottom: 12px solid #990033; border-top: 12px solid #990033;]We'll play hide & seek to turn this around Santa Monica Pier had been one of the first places in LA that Em had fallen in love with when her parents had dragged her across the globe to America from Australia… well, no, they didn’t exactly drag her here but what fifteen year old wanted to move to a completely different country where they didn’t know anybody, and leave all of their friends and other family behind? Not many wanted to, and she certainly hadn’t when it had happened, but after a while she had adjusted to the change and now it was all just a distant memory. Australia would always be home, but this was close enough to it now, and she could live with that. It wasn’t like she didn’t visit as often as she could anyway, so it wasn’t like she’d never see it again.
Finding an empty bench along the railing of the pier, she sat on one end, crossing one knee over the other, smoothing her dress enough so that she wouldn’t end up flashing the world by accident, sliding the pair of aviators she was wearing back up her nose as she felt them starting to slip off, before reaching into her bag to pull out her Kindle, flipping open the cover of the case it was in, turning it on and picking up where she left off at of The Hobbit last time she had been reading. Something she had read a million times over the years, but somehow it never seemed to get old.
She probably ought to get home soon, and nap before her shift at the bar she worked at that night… but she’d been in a restless mood all day and she doubted that it would probably work, and she’d just end up lying there staring at the ceiling of her apartment for a couple of hours until her alarm went off to signal her that it was time to get up and go to work. So sitting out here on the pier reading had seemed like a better option at the time, although she was probably going to regret it later on in the night when she finished her shift and she was exhausted. Oh well, hopefully it wasn’t a job she was going to be in for much longer, depending on whether or not she started to get roles. In this sort of industry, however, staying optimistic was hard, and it was easier to keep a realistic approach to the whole thing… it might not happen, so there was no use in getting too ahead of herself.
Sighing a little, she glanced up from the screen, looking out over the water, swinging the foot of the leg crossed over the other idly as she did so, letting her mind wander. open | 464 | outfit | she doesn't bite. |
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Post by grace on Jan 25, 2013 20:22:14 GMT -8
[style=width:400px; height:200px; background-image:url(http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp185/laikdemi/Elizabeth%20Gillies/liz1-2.png);] 503 WORDS. OUTFIT. KATE BITES.
kate preferred to keep to herself most of the time, and it was no different on days like these. it was the type of day that was gloomy, the sky clouded over and grey - but yet, it was so bright out, you could get a thudding headache. it seemed, to kate, that it was a good day to go to the pier. she'd been meaning to go there for quite some time, but was always too busy with auditions, running, or being too lazy to put on pants. that was an easy way to sum up kate eliza cole.
kate was a lazy bones. she hated to wake up early, hated to work, hated to work out, hated dieting, hated washing her hair, hated wearing pants, and she hated wasting energy on being a civilized human being. however, kate was smart, and she knew that it was not socially acceptable to always sleep in, not work, let herself get disgustingly fat, be mean, naked, and not shower. that was wrong on so many levels. so, kate got a bit obsessive on making sure that she was perfect. emphasis on perfect, by the way. kate could be somewhat compulsive.
that was why she ran six miles every day. three miles every morning, three miles every evening. that was why she spent thirty minutes every afternoon doing cardio. that was why she spent too much money on beauty products. that was why it killed her inside when someone didn't like her - even if she didn't act like it. that was why she didn't eat meat. she wanted to be beautiful, to be nice, to be accepted. she wanted to earn everyone's love because she hadn't earned her mother's. her mom didn't stay because kate wasn't good enough, or at least that was how she saw it.
kate decided she'd been reclusive enough. she knew that, to make it in hollywood, she had to socialize. she needed to see and be seen. it wasn't too early, wasn't too late. she'd already had her three mile run and eaten a fruit salad breakfast. she showered, then carefully dried her hair and curled it in big, loose waves, clipping in colored extensions - she'd been using a turquoise color recently, and she liked to keep continuity. she got dressed in something fun, yet fashionable. it wasn't entirely comfortable, but she didn't mind. then, she walked down to the pier - it wasn't far from her home.
she bought a peach sweet tea, sipping it as she walked along, in her own little la-la land. kate never was one for paying attention to her surroundings. she figured she'd better soak up this lonliness while she could. real celebrities couldn't go into public without being mobbed. she kept walking, swinging her free arm - smack! right into some poor girl. "oh, shit! are you alright?" she asked, cursing texas for giving her the accent that made everything she said, like, ten times more innocent-sounding.
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