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Post by aleria on Oct 4, 2011 18:30:06 GMT -5
Mercedes stepped off the train, her luggage held and pulled by a hired man. She was dressed in a blue silk blouse, and a soft creme skirt that came to her knees. Over that was a full body jacket, complete with large ebony buttons, and lined with velvet and fur in the inside. A cold autumn breeze blew around her, and gold, red, and orange leaves rustled noisily, but it gave her a peaceful feeling. It was noon, as she checked her diamond watch, and just in time for lunch. But of course, she had to go find her hotel first, before at least, her father bought her a suitable, classy place elsewhere to live. Mercedes began to walk towards the hotel, thinking that despite the air, for once she would walk instead of ride. The noise and bustle of Parisians came from all sides, so much louder than she had expected.
But then again, she enjoyed this, different, exotic, the place of romance. The city that you were expected to get into high society. Which was what Mercedes intended to do, though unlike some thoughts, no, she wouldn't be desperate or anything stupid like that. Golden waves lifted in the wind, and she tilted her head, fixing an earring that had gotten a little loose. Chocolate brown eyes scanned the crowds, watching, wondering, if this was where her life, too would change, as many said theirs did. And for better or for worse? A cat she noticed, was running among the crowd, it's silver coat and amber eyes standing out. With adoration, she watched it, before, kneeling, despite glances from others, and held out a little cat treat, which she always kept in her bag.
The silver cat approached her cautiously, and hoping that no one would stumble over her, Mercedes, reached out a hand.
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Post by ila angelique blanche on Oct 4, 2011 19:14:21 GMT -5
Circumstances had lead Ila to use the metro, something she had never pictured herself doing. She had a car for that so why using something so crowded and noisy? But things that day had been hell and she had been forced to take it. So there she was in at the station waiting for it to arrive, some people looking at her curiously. In front of her there was an advertisement of a perfume and the girl starring on it was her. Ila fished her sunglasses and hid behind them, hoping that would enough. So far it had the effect she wanted. The train stopped in front of her and she decided to go for the less crowded place she could find, it had ten persons on it, and it was still too much for her taste. Ila was a little snob, she had gotten used to the commodities of her rich life and when she lacked of them she felt out of place and lost.
She had a calm ride to the station, no one asked for an autograph or a photo and her mobile didn’t beep even once. That was because she didn’t have service down there which was something she was grateful for. Resting her head against the window she watched the concrete walls rush by her as the train moved forward, finally a machine girl voice announced the name of the station she had to get off. If the papers she had to sing and pick up weren’t that important she wouldn’t have taken so much trouble and instead she would have sent her manager to do it, or just did it another given day when her car worked perfectly, but it was absolutely necessary for her to be present and there hadn’t been a way around.
Ila started to walk without paying much attention where she was going, the cold air of the autumn hit her in the face when she finally got out of the subway into the crowded streets of Paris. She looked at the sky, a bright baby blue color with some puffy white clouds. It was a beautiful contrast with the brown and yellow color of the leaves and the light. As she made her way to the building Ila had to step out of her way because a girl was had decided to kneel there for no apparent reason. “Excuse me.” Ila called out the girl, so she would paid her attention. “Are you okay? Do you need help?” She had thought the girl might have dropped something or maybe she had fallen and was trying to get up again.
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OUTFIT,here
WORD COUNT, 446
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Post by aleria on Oct 6, 2011 6:45:53 GMT -5
Mercedes heard a voice above her just as the cat, still seemingly rather suspicious, snatched the tidbit and padded off to find somewhere to eat his newly found prize. Quickly, she stood up, amongst the swirl of people, and after dusting off her jacket, looked around to see a woman, who was rather older than her. “Excuse me.” For some reason she looked familiar, but Mercedes couldn't tell. Oh never mind that. “Are you okay? Do you need help?” It was only then that she realized how ridiculous she must look, kneeling there in the middle of the sidewalk, and busy people all around, rushing past to their destinations.
"Oh no I'm fine, just..." Pausing, she wondered what to say, and how to explain that she just had to give a cat a treat. "I was giving a cat something to eat...he looked thin." Wishing that she had some better excuse, or at least more sensible, she hoped that none of the people her father hired had been watching her at that moment. Even though she was 18, and supposedly already an adult, she was watched like a fox and a rabbit. Apparently, anything she did would 'cause scandal' or ruin her 'honorable' father's reputation.
The more she looked at the woman, the more she thought the cut of her face was familiar. Her brown eyes flashed back to a advertisement in a magazine. No, that was impossible, a model would probably be in a limousine or such, and be riding in high class instead of the metro. This was overall the worst situation she could be in...after just arriving in Paris. But my life's always like this anyways, if I didn't refuse to believe in superstition, I might say it's my karma.
Mercedes put on a small smile, wondering if the other thought her odd.
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Post by ila angelique blanche on Oct 6, 2011 8:28:02 GMT -5
[/IMG][/center] Though Ila hated to take the metro to her meeting she had to admit the walk wasn’t bad. Streets were crowded and the air had that special autumn smell in the air. The browns and yellows of the leaves around her gave everything and enchanted look. You have to love autumn in Paris. To find someone kneeling in the middle of such a crowded street wasn’t normal at all, people tended to think Ila was a cold hearted bitch and that would just look down on everyone around her, which wasn’t true. She did pretended to be though, because when you are in such a position you just have to be on the watch. The girl in front of her raised and dusted herself off. Telling her the weirdest thing she had heard, but today everything was possible, she had took the metro, so why not a girl giving a cat a treat in the middle of the street? Ila smiled to the girl, glad at least she was fine, if she had to help someone now that would be the top of her day. “Oh, I’m sure he was grateful.” It was all she could think of saying.
At some point, when Ila finally paid real attention to the girl in front of her she recognized her face. But of course, she was the daughter of Deline Marquis, a famous supermodel, and Ila was a model herself so how could she not know her? She hadn’t heard of her being in Paris thought so maybe it was just her daughter in the city. “I’m Ila.” She said introducing herself and offering her hand. Ila wasn’t very fond of talking to strangers, they tended to either be appalled by her fame or tried to get use of it somehow. But this girl would sure be used to the famous and rich so it was different. “I’m glad you are fine.” She looked around her, people now starting to slow down to take a better look of them. The girl flashed a look to the side and Ila looked the same direction, there was again that damn advertising with her face on it, and that was the reason everyone was slowing down to look at her. Sighing she shook her head. “It never stops...” She muttered, referring to the whispers and the fingers pointing at her. “Do you need any help anyway?” Ila said, noticing the luggage the girl was carrying, probably just arriving to the city.
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OUTFIT, here
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Post by aleria on Oct 10, 2011 17:57:16 GMT -5
Wasn't life just about being different, making your mark in the world? Well at least to Mercedes it was...though she wasn't so sure about everyone elses life...and what they thought. So she wasn't exactly sure when the woman replied with a, “Oh, I’m sure he was grateful.” Though since she was smiling, she must either think her amusing, or consider it not that odd. Hopefully. She nodded and gave her a smile, answering, "Yes...hopefully." Autumn was so colorful, bright, like everywhere she looked, a burst of color, a strain of music, new fashion, the top designers, where the world of fashion was centered, the midst of art, and where she had come to increase her skills in flute.
She introduced herself to Mercedes, and instantly the name Ila rung a bell in her mind. Ila Blanche, she knew the name, a model was it? And increasingly famous, it was a wonder she hadn't realized it before, but, as she had learned from experience, no one liked their famous selves to be exposed to the public in out bursts. Personally, she herself didn't really care, as long as they didn't say anything against her talent, or bashing her looks. If that happened, well they'd have a furious girl charge into their editing rooms, and suing them. "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Mercedes." She answered, with a respectful nod and a smile.
When a question of whether she needed help, presumably with her luggage, came up, Mercedes glanced at the hired man, who was still standing quietly off to the side, and handed 3 bags to him. "I'll be alright, thank you for asking though."
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Post by ila angelique blanche on Oct 10, 2011 19:48:05 GMT -5
[/IMG][/center] She was finding it all quite amusing, the daughter of a famous super model there kneeling to give a cat a treat. It was hilarious and no one would have believed so but since today her day had been pretty odd then she was willing to believe in everything. And anyways, she had seen worst thing along the bumpy path of fame so who was she to judge that kind girl in front of her? Though she had recognized her and her mother Ila couldn’t place the name of the girl for the life of her so she was grateful when the girl filled in that information for her. She was tempted to ask what the girl was doing there in Paris and if her mother was with her, but it felt a bit rude to ask without acknowledging her first. “I know, I heard about you a lot.” She said, Ila and her mother had run into each other in some runaways and photoshoots, of course her name had came up a few times. She was happy she got to meet the girl in person. “I worked with your mother once or twice.” she explained to the girl. Now she was free to shot her question.
Ila raised an eyebrow as the girl handed her bags to who she assumed would be either her caretaker or her bodyguard. Ila didn’t need one when she was walking down the streets of Paris, they were a nuisance and made her feel like they were intruding in her private life. “What are you doing here in Paris? If you don’t mind me asking.” She said feeling a bit awkward for having a conversation in the middle of the street surrounded by curious eyes and whispering. Luckily for her they all were polite enough to no approach her when she was talking, or maybe they had heard about her bitchy personality and it was just fear of her shouting at them, which wasn’t going to happen even if they interrupted her mid-conversation. “I didn’t hear you were coming to town.” She forgot about the appointment but her mobile beeped and she had to type a quick text, explaining she will delay a bit more, she knew the papers won’t go anywhere and they would wait for her.
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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 384 [/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by aleria on Oct 15, 2011 6:44:05 GMT -5
“I know, I heard about you a lot.” Mercedes had guessed that, because if she had worked with her mother, or even her mother's friends, then chances are - she knew who she was. “I worked with your mother once or twice.” "I can understand why ." Her mother sometimes seemed to be over proud of her, and had a odd enjoyment of flaunting her daughters talents or whatsoever. And want to know whatever scandal she caused, including being a obvious roadblock to whomever was in the way on the sidewalk.
As she handed bags to the guard, who took them in silence, looking a bit bored with his job of carrying luggage, she thought she saw a slight eyebrow raise from Ila, but she couldn't tell. Having bodyguards around made her feel special, well not in a way that she was being one of those wealthy people that bragged about it, but....it did. “What are you doing here in Paris? If you don’t mind me asking.” Obviously, this question would come up. 'What in the world was she doing in Paris?' "I'm attending La Luminescence to go further into the music industry with my flute."
[/b] Mercedes thought with a smile of her flute, it was her dream flute that her father finally bought her for a farewell party. Pure gold, with Swarovski crystal keys, and the sound had been magical, enchanting. With a sudden glance around them, she noticed that people were whispering and staring as they went by, but who cared about them, they were nothing. “I didn’t hear you were coming to town.” "It was more a less a quick decision, they were hesitant, but I applied at the last moment."Ila's phone beeped, and Mercedes stood silently as she texted a message to someone, or somewhere, and she guessed that she was keeping her up. "I hope I'm not going to make you late..."[/b] She said hesitantly. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by ila angelique blanche on Oct 15, 2011 20:57:54 GMT -5
[/IMG][/center] She should have imagined that Marquis’ daughter would have attended the best academy around the world, after all the rich kids of Paris who had brain and talent ended up being there. But having talent and brain and actually using it was another thing altogether and she had seen them wasting it or acting in the worst possible way to end up being kicked out later. She had wasted her talent dancing but at least she worked as a model and her living wasn’t bad at all. Her mother would have loved to have her studying here but Ila never allowed other people to tell her what to do, and she had been too young. Money, fame, good cars, premieres, hot boys, designer clothes, flashes all around her… It had all dazzled in front of her blinding her from the truth. But she still loved to be on the top, to see her face in commercials of Paris, to have millions of eyes focused in her figure while she hit the catwalk. It was her world and she belonged there, fame and its bad things could be handled.
“Good luck, I heard they are very strict in there.” Their fame was based on just having the best of the best, if you drop your grades even for a moment, you were out and there was nothing your rich dad or mom could do about it. It didn’t matter how you behaved outside school if you keep your things together. Ila nodded in agreement, understanding why the rush. It was always better if you didn’t know what you were going to do until the very end because that way it was hard for the press to find you and if they did it was always too late. She had done that herself a couple of times when she had decided to visit her family or just wanted some time of relax away from the world. “Press never catch you that way.” It was a nice change to be able to talk to someone about it, someone who will understand and won’t look at you like saying ‘hey don’t complain, my life’s ten time worst than yours.’ And sure they had their problems, but Ila had hers too. “Oh no, I am in no hurry, making them wait only gives me more advantage.” It was possible that fame had got into her head, but it was because she knew how to get good used of it for her. “And where are you staying?” Ila switched her phone to silence as it beeped again. No one ever told her what to do.
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OUTFIT, here
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