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Post by Heather von Trampp on Nov 10, 2006 10:56:46 GMT -5
Heather sat in the comfy chairs, a white Mac iBook in front of her, typing an email to someone-or-other rapidly. Every so often she took a sip of her decaf cappuchino. She was clad in a pair of black Chip and Pepper skinny jeans, black pointy-toe stiletto pumps from Christian dior, a tight white Michael Starrs t-shirt and double-stranded black-dyed pearls. She ran her french manicured fingers through her blonde locks that she wore in loose curls today.
She finished writing the email, and sent it. In her inbox she saw an e-mail from Austin, her ex. She opened it hesitantly, trying to decide whether it was a good idea or not. She was trying to get over him, but she couldn't with him trying to act like nothing happened. She read it, "How've you been, Heather? I miss you." She replied pretty generically(sp?) "I'm good, nothing I can complain about." She closed her email, took a sip of her cappuchino and leaned back into her chair, her emerald green eyes scanning the crowd of the cafe. |
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Post by Scarlett Lehoux on Nov 10, 2006 16:51:17 GMT -5
Scarlett was truly bored. She wasn't in the mood for shopping, having been to Jon Galliano's design studio on Fifth & Park just the other day. Her American Express black card had had a serious workout, needless to say. Today she felt like lounging around, maybe getting a cup of coffee, so she ignored the endless voicemails and headed out to the Tritoni Cafe, owned by none other than Mercedes Trintoni. Whatever, Scarlett wasn't one of those girls to kiss up. They were both it girls, and that was as far as she'd take it.
Her hair was down in soft waves, almost ringlets, falling around her shoulder in that natural ashy blonde that could only be achieved by--well, natural color and exquisite hair products, preferably Fredderic Fekkai or Primp. Blue eyes had a bit of dark brown liquid liner above, only accentuating the cat style of them.
Scarlett's tiny body was clad in a burgundy charmeuse satin Generra blouse, simple, tasteful, and elegant--just like yours truly. The sleeves were simple caps, covering only her shoulders. The neckline made a v shape, showing off a bit of skin--just a bit. The top went below her hips just by a few inches, and then there was a pair of black cigarette-skinny leg J Brand jeans. Her shoes were black strappy skinny-heel Manolo Blahnik pumps, and a black-leather-with-gold-detailing Prada bag was slung over her skinny elbow.
Scarlett pushed open the door of the cafe, placing her bag down on a cushy brown leather chair and walking up to the counter. [/center][/font] |
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Post by Heather von Trampp on Nov 10, 2006 17:00:26 GMT -5
Heather glanced at the girl who walked in. Skinny model type, probably a bitch. Should she talk to her? Hey, it's worth a try. She had seen her around, her name was Scarlett, she recalled. She was sitting only a few seats away from her. She decided she'd say hello when she sits back down.
In the meantime, she pulled out a compact from her Michael Kors hobo bag and checked herself. Green eyeliner lines her eyes, emphasizing the rich color of them. She applied a thin layer of her favorite light pink Stila lipgloss, and shut her compact. Perfect. Now all she had to do was to make a good impression. It's about time she became more friendly. |
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Post by Olivia Rodriguez on Nov 11, 2006 16:52:00 GMT -5
Olivia pushed open the heavy wood doors of the Tritoni Cafe. Earlier that morning she had been at 5th avenue with Cede. She was worn out. Sometimes that's how she felt after a day out with her, like it took energy to be friends with her. Whatever that means.
Over her tiny torso was a light blue Theory lassie cashmere sweater. It wasn't really new and exciting but Olivia didn't mind, she wasn't the type to try hard to become cool. A Twelfth St. by Cynthia Vincent leather belt clung to her waist and on her legs a pair of old black so low pants over simple white Havaianas. Her hair was loosely pulled back in a high ponytail with wisps of golden curls falling out. Slick silvery shimmer was covering her eyes and they were lined with dark brown eyeliner.
She took a small sip of her tall latte and licked the foam off her lips. Breathing in the sweet coffee smell she sat down on one of the big plush chairs. Sinking into it, feeling relaxed.[/size][/color]
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Post by Scarlett Lehoux on Nov 11, 2006 17:10:50 GMT -5
Scarlett smiled over the black marble and mahogany counter at the clearly-anorexic-and-insecure Latino woman working there. She looked tired, and wisps of frazzled deep brown hair framed her face. God, with just a little condition and maybe a chocolate croissant she would be really pretty. Scarlett look the tall latte from her, glancing down at the spindly wrist so near to her own. A pretty sapphire bracelet, adorned with silver, was almost slipping off. "I love your bracelet," Scarlett said quietly, adjusting her bag and tucking a piece of natural blonde hair behind her ear. "Thank you--have a nice day."
It was odd, really, that a classy New York City debutante such as herself would spend time trying to make the day of a down-in-the-dumps woman working at a cafe counter, but it made Scarlett feel good--almost better about herself. She didn't want to be one of those materialistic girls. She didn't just want to care about the latest Prada cashmere sweater, or that Fendi bag, or the new BWM convertible. She had achieved that--and she was always downright sweet to people 'lower' than her.
Sitting back down and brushing her wispy side bangs out of her face, she spotted Olivia--one of her best friends. Actually, her only best friend. The fabulous twosome had known each other since Scarlett had moved to New York. They bonded over matching satin Chloe dresses way back when they were around four. Their mothers had had them custom made. Ironic, really, that they should bond over fashion.
"Miss Olivia!" Scarlett flashed a sparkling smile in her direction. [/center][/font] |
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Post by Olivia Rodriguez on Nov 11, 2006 17:28:46 GMT -5
Olivia must have blanked out for a couple moments. The sound of her name being called almost scared her half to death. She jumped up a bit in her chair, almost spilling her latte all over her shoes. nice move. She quickly repositioned herself smoothing out her sweater. She glanced up at the person who called her name. Looking up she saw the gorgeous petite girl she had grown to know and love. She grinned and laughed, her shoulders shaking realizing it was Scarlett.
Getting up from her chair, she moved closer to where Scarlett was. She was a lot different than Cede. She wasn't really sure if they were friends, didn't show it too much if they were. But that didn't bother Olivia she was friends with a lot of people that Cede didn't like. Scarlett was a tiny thing, almost like a doll. Next to Olivia's skinny but tall figure she looked like she could be her younger sister.
She looked in her bag for the gum she had brought. Of course she had forgotten it, it was just an Olivia type thing to do. She snapped her gum harder as if it would bring back the minty taste it had been like thirty minutes ago. No such look. [/size][/center] |
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Post by Scarlett Lehoux on Nov 11, 2006 17:37:21 GMT -5
She glanced up at the tall, willowy frame of her friend. She looked casual-chic in a clearly high-end blue cashmere sweater. That was just Olivia for you. She tended to err towards the effortless. They both did, but they were different in many ways.
However much Scarlett was petite, Olivia was tall. However curvy (in all the right places) Olivia was, Scarlett was--again--petite. They got along famously, though. Olivia was friends with Cede, she knew that. It, of course, didn't phase Scarlett at all. She didn't indulge or enjoy the catty, bitchy scene. That only pushed her higher on the A-list.
She moved her bag and her latte to the table where Olivia was sitting, giving her a peck on each cheek as was their custom. European was chic, so they tended to imitate the Parisians and the London debutantes just a little bit. They were both models--hell, they could do anything. Scarlett sat and crossed her legs. "So. What's new? You know I love to hear..." |
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Post by Olivia Rodriguez on Nov 11, 2006 17:46:28 GMT -5
She grinned at her friends interest in everything. That was what made her so easy to talk to. Olivia pressed her lips together and shrugged at the question. " Nothing really, i'm modeling now for vogue. But what else is new?" She laughed, modleing came easy to her and it wasn't as if it was some big deal.
All of a sudden Olivia broke out in quiet song. " Cambles tomato soup, possabilities!" What was to help the girl, that commercial was overly played on t.v and Michael, her younger brother loved to watch Bear in the Big Blue house. So at ten O'clock in the morning when Olivia was just getting her coffee she would walk down to hear that stupid catchy song. [/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by Scarlett Lehoux on Nov 11, 2006 22:41:23 GMT -5
Modeling. Yeah, it seemed to be the new thing that all the girls were doing--and Scarlett was one of them. She didn't model for Victoria's Secret, though, like Olivia and Mercedes did. She erred more toward the haute couture, because her petite frame helped. "Ooh, Vogue--I had a four-page in their last issue, but now I'm busy landing a deal with Vanity Fair." She shrugged. It wasn't a big deal to her, and she hated sounding like a snob. It only made people jealous--which made them act like bitches, which Scarlett hated.
"Cambells tomato soup... possibilites."
That was just what made Olivia... well, Olivia. Anybody could take away the tres-chic backdrop of city lights, because they were replacable--but the people weren't. It only made Scarlett realize just how much she had to value the people around her. She burst into laughter. "Cambells tomato soup... possibilites." Scarlett repeated the song in a twinkling high-toned voice. [/center] |
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Post by Heather von Trampp on Nov 12, 2006 11:10:42 GMT -5
Heather saw the girl that she saw walk in go over to another girl, and was slightly, yet not noticeably to the people around her, excited about the possibility of making two new friends. She left her cappuchino on the table, grabbed her hobo and got up and sauntered towards the girls. She smiled at them sweetly, "Mind if I join you girls? I'm Heather von Trampp." |
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Post by Olivia Rodriguez on Nov 12, 2006 11:40:25 GMT -5
Olivia swung her head around to face the girl who come over to play nice. She furrowed her brows and tilted her head to the side. " Wait, what did you say your last name was? von Trampp?" She spoke it innocently as if it wasn't rude. Oh well she couldn't take it back now.
" von Trampp I love your bag and sure you can definitely come and sit with us!" Now Olivia wasn't saying this to be mean, of course not it was just first thing that came to mind and she never really did play mind games with people. Not like Cede did anyway. She smiled at the girl and motioned her next to where her and Scarlett were sitting. [/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by Scarlett Lehoux on Nov 12, 2006 11:50:42 GMT -5
Scarlett, too, turned around to look the girl up and down. She was pretty and curvy, more actress-gorgeous than model-gorgeous. California beautiful would be an appropriate phrase to describe it. But wasn't Scarlett always thinking of something nice to say? Sure, she supposed--but she had, being a New Yorker, become rather judgemental. People took it for granted, even expected it.
"I looked at that bag in dark blue a couple days ago in Bergdorf's. So cute." She said with a smile, sipping her coffee and again tucking her becoming-annoying blonde waves behind her ears. She gestured toward a seat, placing the coffee back on the table. Her hand went to the gold Cartier locket she always wore. [/center] |
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Post by Heather von Trampp on Nov 13, 2006 16:01:46 GMT -5
"Oh thanks, girls." She smiled sweetly, happy to hopefully finally make some friends and taking in the compliments. She moved towards the seat that Scarlett gestured towards and sat down, crossing her long leg over the other,"Yea, von Trampp. Why do you ask?" People usually assumed that beautiful gorgeous girls like herself are bitches, so no one really talked to her. "Yea, I got this bag from Barney's the other week. I saw it in navy, but I decided that I needed a brown bag." She looked each of the girls up and down. Scarlett was an extremely petite girl, and looked much like a doll, very couture like, while Olivia was more of a seductive vixen, curvacious and lucious, like herself. "What are you ladies up to?" |
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