How bout a club as a secret hideout? It could be an underground one. How 'bout it? Maybe white_shadow's character, Remy could own the club. But we could also create an extra character. Both is fine by me.
Well, A. is freelance. He'll sell anyone the pics for a good price.
Are we actually still missing something, or can we start? If yes, please start off with a post about your everyday live. it will lead up to where the stars meet and discuss a plan against the Paparazzi...
Giselle She stood in front of the store window, admiring the color of the Versace dress. It was so bright and powerful, that shimmering black dress definitely grabbed her attention completely. Giselled came back to reality and continued walking. She oculd buy that dress but it wouldn't be appropiate. And she remembered the cheese hamburger she had on her hand. As she examined it she discovered that the calories in it would make that dress explode if she ever wore. Without any more thought about it, she threw the hamburger away. That was such a piece of crap, full of calories and fats. There was something vibrating in the pocket of her Calvin Klein jacketm it was ringing too and she ahd been so inmersed in the thought about the calories that she barely noticed it was her cell phone.
"Hello" she said as she opened it.
"Hey, It's me Silv" An exasperated voice said. silv one of her best friends. " you gotta come here, everyone's here already"
"Everyone, what about Alexia?"
"She's here, come!"
"In five" And Giselled closed her cell phone taking the fist taxi she found.
Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'autonne Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone. Verlaine
I smiled viciously, the clay in my hands creeping under my fingernails. The song playing changed from a metal song to an energetic punk one. I tore my hands from the clay, inspecting it critically before snatching up a hammer from the pile of tools I had on the floor next to me. I started pounding, grunting every time I pulled my arm back. I felt my back pocket vibrate, startling me from my angry state of mind. I dropped the hammer without meaning to, hastily puling out my blood-red iPhone. "Hello?" I said, a second before clicking the mute button on a remoteto the stereo. "Hello?" I asked again, wiping my hands on my jeans. "Mr.Tatter, you are needed at your club." I smiled, glad it was only Johnson, my assistant. He would never gossip about me to the press. We were pretty much best friends. "Which one?" I asked, walking out of my studio and towards my bedroom. "The Underground. A Miss "Silv" called me just a minute ago, asking for an 8 o'clock meeting. The car should be pulling up about now." Remy glanced at the clock, hastily pulling a clean shirt over his tan chest as he saw it was 7:47 already. He peeked out the window, and, sure enough, the black Mercedes was just pulling up to the curb. "Yes, thank you Johnson. One more thing, though." "Sir?" "Do you think you could buy me some new Cd's, the usual, a chocolate shake, Tom's, of course, and some plaster? I'll leave the money on the front table for you." "Of course," Johnson said, and even as he was running down the stairs, Remy could hear a pen scratching on the other line. "Thank you," Remy said, smiling, before slipping into the soft interior of the car.
Aidan The needle was still dropped on the floor when he woke up. In his arm was wrapped the tourniquet. It hadn't hurt that much or it was just that he was so used to that that it didn't even matter now. The sound of his death metal music started to sound in his head, but it was actually that he just noticed it's noisy sound. Aidan got up and walked toward his window it wasn't early but it wasn't that late either. So it must have been the night of the same day. His head was swirling, he couldn't focus, the light of his room suddenly was too bright for his eyes. "Crap" he said when his phone started ringing. Even the quite ringing of the song sounded like a guitar without tunning. "Yeah" he said,his voice hoarse from sleepig and being so high that didn't even know where he was.
"Aidan, are you conscious?" The voice from the other end said.
"I think" he siad, sinking back in his couch. He looked around and found all the small bags and white dust that looked like powder. Even the small needles were there.
"It's Silv" The voice said. Ok, so it wasn't quite a good presentation. He ahd jsut answered the phone all high and dizzy. Bad timing, he thought, cursing all over because of what he ahd done.
"Ok, I'll be there" he said and hung up. He was actually pretty picky when it came to clothes. aidan had the best brands: Versace, Oscar de la Renta, Roberto cavalli and all those for whom he had modeled. He hurried to change his clothes and in no time he was downstairs and ready to get on the road on his black Ferrari. Life had been very fair to him giving him all he would have thought off.
Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'autonne Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone. Verlaine
Silv sighed slapping her phone shut and frowned. They had waited too long to do this, and now it was finally happening. They were starting to plan and she could almost jump up and down giggling about it. But of course she wouldn't. It wasn't what people like her did.
Instead she walked over to the empty bar and grabbed a small soda, humming a couple chords she'd thought of last night. She had almost finished her soda when a deep voice sounded behind her. "Hey hey Silvieeee!" She jumped to see Jared and she fright turned to fury. "Jare," she screeched, "you scared the Hell outa me!"
He smiled his perfect smile and Silv felt all her anger melt away. "Sorry Silv." He laughed. "Anyone else here yet?" She shook her head.
"No but they're on their way and I still have to call Aron." Jare nodded and took out his own phone.
"I'll do it, you go meet everyone outside."
Aron
I rolled over and groaned. Mornings. It was always mornings you woke up to, poor things. They see my worst side. Suddenly, my phone went off, and another groan. I picked it up and looked at the caller ID, praying it wasn't another fan who'd somehow gotten my number.
"S-dawg!"
I semi-grinned and slid it open.
"Yo Silv be there in 10."
"Hurry up Aron, everyone is on their way and Jare teleported here." She answered.
I nodded and quickly pulled on pants, grabbed my keys and drove out the back way of my house so the Papa wouldn't see me.
I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant. - Robert McCloskey
Teacher: What do we, in the U.S enjoy from places like Mexico? Student: Wait, legally?
I glanced in the mirror, without actually needing any confirmation of my looks. I knew, I looked flawless in my green DKNY Blouse and skinny Jeans, my spring/summer 2010 Prada bag and my Jimmy Choos. I smiled and ran my fingers through my now shoulder length curls. I left the apartment and shut the door behind me. Destination: Starbucks. I placed my order smiling and flirting with the guy across the counter. Dazzled he handed my the coffee. "Thanks.", I beamed. My phone rang. "Hey?" "Hey. Silv here." A stream of words followed. "Yeah. Sure. C ya." I left the cafe, and went towards the subway. Ugh. How I hated the subway. But there was no other way to get to my destination without being followed. Eventual followers would get lost in the crowd. I frowned and stopped. "Giselle..." "Natasha...", the dazzling model opposite me answered frowning too.
Life isn't fair, its just fairer than death, that's all...
