I stepped out of the plane and into the cold night air. All of us were amazed by the beauty of France. Even in the dark, it seemed to shine. I walked down the airplane steps, awestruck. This was really my birthplace. I lifted the him of my dress and placed my other hand just on top of the photographer's hand as I stepped down. Ashlee Brennon, a girl from Kentucky. She talked a lot, and I could tell she had a thing for flirting.
We were all meeting with the governor and we had own elegant clothes to meet him. We had changed in the air plane before we touched down. My dress was strapless and white with red at the top that faded into flowers that came to a peak going down. I noticed then that most of us had our mouths open.
Spoiler
this is her dress by the way. Its hard to discribe
Hakuna Matata <3 RIP to all my friends who didn’t make it.
Of all the models whose mouths seemed to be hanging open, mine was most definitely not. It was beautiful, though; I just wasn't about to look like an idiot with my mouth hanging open. I looked around at the sights around me--France was nice, very nice. And Chase Donohue was even nicer...I smiled to myself. He was going to be one of the most interesting parts of this trip. Still smiling, I stepped off the plane, following the girl named Katie. Like her, I ended up having to lift the hem of my dress*. We had all changed into fancy clothes, because in not too long we'd be meeting with the governor. Fun, fun, I thought. Awaiting for us was a huge stretch limo, the one that would take us to the governor's house. I only hoped luck was on my side, and that when we dined with the governor tonight, Chase Donohue happened to sit by my side. *This is her wearing her dress: Spoiler
"Chase your dreams, and remember me, speak bravery, Because after all, those wings will take you up so high." -- Owl City, "To the Sky" ✯ ✯ ✯
>I know It's hard, but, if your character is at a special occasion or something, could you put the picture at the end of your post. Just so we know how to describe it in our posts.<
~Katie Wale~
As I got into the limo, I realized that we were putting fingers on the guys, saying which would be ours. personally, I liked Allen Hertz. He was cute, and seemed sweet. I wasn't sure of his background. He sat next to me in the limo, Ashlee on the opiste side of the limo than us, sitting next to Chase Donohue, flirting. Surprisingly, he was flirting back. It wasn't long before he put his arm on the seet behind her head. I laughed, and looked out the window. We were pulling into a rather long driveway. I had butterflies in my stomach.
Hakuna Matata <3 RIP to all my friends who didn’t make it.
Likes: Girls, guys, music, carefree people, not wearing many clothes.
Dislikes Modelling, his parents, boring people, doing nothing.
Skills: He's extremely handsome (duh, he's a model). He's very good at judging people's characters and a really good liar. He doesn't panic in bad situations and always looks on the bright side of things.
Weaknesses: He's rather rebellious and stubborn. If he doesn't want to do something, he won't do it. Maxxie's also very impulsive and needs to think before he acts sometimes. He can also become very annoying because he constantly talks.
History: Maxxie grew up in a rich family, which weirdly, he hated. His parents always expected the best of him and he felt as though he always let them down. His father literally forced Maxxie into modelling after he got spotted by an agent. Maxxie didn't want to do it, but he ended up having to do as he was told.
His mother died a year ago and since then, his father has remarried. Maxxie was extremely glad to leave his home in England when he did. He loves being away from his father and his step mother. Maxxie's mother was the only one in his family that he actually liked. Now that his father's remarried, he was over the moon to leave his home.
Up for love?: Yep.
Other: Maxxie doesn't know when to stop speaking. He will literally talk about something silly, like his cat, for ten minutes if someone let him.
As I stepped off the plane, a pleasured grin spread across my face. There were some perks to this whole modelling thing, I guess. Who was I to complain when I was surrounded by hot girls and guys? Chuckling to myself, I headed into the direction where everyone else seemed to be going. I hadn't been listening to what my dad told me about this whole trip, nothing he said was worth listening to.
Eventually, I reached a long stretch limousine. Allowing the girls to go in ahead of me, the gentleman that I was, I later followed them into the vehicle. As we sat down, I carefully observed everyone around me. I was not disappointed. Everyone around me was hot. Maybe I could get used to being a model?
"So," I grinned, stretching my arms above my head. "Anyone got any food? I know tha' you chick models don't like food and stuff, but still, it's worth a try. I personally don't give a crap what anyone says, I ain't goin' to stop eatin' because some weirdo tells me to. Mind you, if that weirdo had a gun or something, I would. For obvious reasons. Tha' would be funny though, wouldn't it? Having a nutter threatening to kill you for eating. Well, not really, but yeah." I chuckled to myself.
The rest of the group simply stared at me. Hmm... I really needed to know when to stop talking.
The governor's house was nice. I don't know if it was even classified as a house. I mean, it was gigantic. Like a castle or mansion, or something. I was one of the first to reach the door. It was made of heavy ebony wood. Chase stood a little ahead of me, and he knocked on the door. Twice. He was about to knock a third time--I grinned, a little impatient, wasn't he?--but the door swung open and there stood a man in a suit. I knew it wasn't the governor; maybe it was his butler. "Hello," he greeted us, "If you would please follow me this way, ladies and gentlemen, it would be well appreciated. The governor is waiting in the dining hall for you." The butler turned, and Chase started following him. I smiled mischeviously and stepped by Chase's side, slipping my hand in his. He looked surprised, but it was in a good way. Behind us was Katie and Allen, they were walking side by side, and behind them were Maxxie and another girl whose name I hadn't learned yet. It was obvious that we had all put our fingers on the guys we wanted. But from the back of the pack, I wasn't sure if the other girl was really happy being left with Maxxie. I rolled my eyes. Who cared if she was happy? The butler paused in front of two huge doors, with engravings on them. He swung the door open, revealing a large dining room with a huge table. At the far end the governor was seated at the head of the table, and his wife was on the side to his left. He had two daughters, and they sat next to their mother. I had to admit, neither of them were truly pretty. I noticed as Chase appraised one of the two girls--one was obviously seventeen, and the other was more like eleven. The seventeen year old girl flashed a smile at him, and I rolled my eyes, and stopped holding Chase's hand. He looked at me briefly, confused. The governor walked over. "Hello."
"Chase your dreams, and remember me, speak bravery, Because after all, those wings will take you up so high." -- Owl City, "To the Sky" ✯ ✯ ✯
Wow forsakin, you're really into this murder stuff lately.
Name: Marissa James
Gender(yes, there are guy models): Female
Age(I'd rather it be between 18 and 30): Just turned 22
Description/picture: Marissa has naturally tanned skin and shining, chocolatey brown eyes. Her hair is a soft brown with natural blonde highlights. She is six foot two and a half. Marissa is thin but not anorexic thin. She actally has some weight on her.
Likes: She likes attention, magazines, competition, playing matchmaker.
Dislikes: Cherries, rain, fog, animal fur, things that flaw her appearance.
Skills: Marissa is one of those people who always have a way of getting what they want. She also is good at reading people. Marissa is also pretty skilled at painting but she's not crazy about it. And of course she's beautiful since she's a model.
Weaknesses: Marissa gets a little to friendly with the compition, and she also has a short attention span so it's a little more difficult for her.
History: Marissa was born in Germany. When she was ten her family moved to America but she still has a hint of a German accent. She wanted to be a model ever since she started reading fashion magazines at age fourteen. She has entered and won a ton of beauty pagents too.
Other: Up for love
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I am nothing but a mouthful of 'sorry's, half-hearted apologies that roll of my tongue, smoothquick, like 'r's or maybe like pocket candy that's just a bit too sweet.
And, um, did anyone make a discussion thread for this? Just wondering before we begin! 
