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Post by Olivia Rodriguez on Nov 11, 2006 13:12:57 GMT -5
Olivia's hair fluttered about in the brisk air. It was down and in natural loose curls..as it usually is. She was bundled up in a Marc by Marc Jacobs dark gray solid wool twill coat. One of the Black buttons was undone in the front showing a peek of the uber-soft slim-fitting Splendid Rugby Stripe V Neck top she had on underneath. Knowing Olivia she would do something careless like that. On her hips hung a pair of dark wash Chip and Pepper jeans over Pedro Garcia Brunella Round Toe Ankle Boots.
Her smile was genuine and bright. Some of the the people bustling about the streets, getting to work stopped and smile at her. She loved the attention but did nothing fake to get it. Not like her mom of course.
Her frail body leaned back on the outside walls of Prada. Not one of her favorite stores but a good meeting place nonetheless. It was Cede and her favorite place to get together. They had done this a numerous amount of times, finidng it hard to believe they had only met three years ago.
Back when Olivia had moved here from Brazil, Cede had her little posse of friends. The popular crowd, and for years they never took as much as a second glance at her. One year she was invited to one of their so called "secondary" friends parties and they were there too. That was in eighth grade. She was partners with Cede for the dance competition and they clicked. They were both bright and exciting.
Now Olivia was waiting for Cede to show up, who was almost always ten minutes late. Not that it bothered OLivia, she had caught on to her friends habits and grown to love them. Olivia was never scared to tell her feelings so secrets between them never really happened.[/size][/color]
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Post by Mercedes Love on Nov 11, 2006 13:35:14 GMT -5
You know it was the Diva herself when you saw that all Candy Red Cadlilaic with the black tinted windows pull um next to you. It also could be the fact that her plates read 'Tritoni' on them. And indded, stepping out of the car, was Miss Mercedes Tritoni herself. She was clad in her best shopping clothes, and she was rocing flats.
She was in need of new things. Her closet felt sad when there was nothing new to mix and match with. The moment on of her black flat covered feet hit the ground, the whole world seem to stop for a second, while everyone took a second glance. Tada. She's here.
Sipping up her white bomber jacket, and discretly pulling up her dark stone wash chip and peper jeans, Cede removed a Tritoni cafe cup from the side of the door, and exicted from the car, almost instantly laying eyes on her smiling friend.
"Hey, Sweetness. Cede needs new clothes, and her wallets feeling rather full of new platicy toys" She said with a smile. |
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Post by Olivia Rodriguez on Nov 11, 2006 13:54:44 GMT -5
Olivia smiled as her friend slid out of her Cadillac. She was excited to see her, and was ecstatic to go shopping. She was craving new clothing and Cede was probably the best person to shop with. She pulled out a philosophy gingerbread lipgloss and smoothed it over her already soft lips. The sweet, warm feeling of it gave her lips a glow.
She looked over at her and asked happilly " Where to first?" Her hand motioning out towards the big brand shops and little boutiques that lined the streets. Olivia was like an inch taller than her friend. Sometimes being 5'11 was a good thing. Mainly because it kept her slim but sometimes she felt out of place when the tint petites roamed around with their perky smiles and flicky blonde hair. Modeling angencies don't seem to have a problem with tall women. Actually, they usually like them more. Olivia's mom was once a model for Elle and Vogue. That's what her mom wanted Olivia to take after, modeling. Sure she had been in a couple of comercials and what not but it wasn't really her first priority.[/color]
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Post by Mercedes Love on Nov 11, 2006 14:08:15 GMT -5
"I have no idea...Is that one coustom place open? Whatever it's called. My party is going to be on-"
Mercedes stopped, shocked, and took a hand to her froehead. "I forgot to tell you. My birthday is on the twenty-fifth, and i'm going to do the whole costum thing. That's always fun. I'm going to to be the Bunny this time..."
Cede finnished with a smile. Her 19th birthday was so close, she could finnally go buy Dimond braclet she had seen at Tiffany's she had deemed worthy of a 19-year-old. AND she could renew her forever on going contract with her mother modelig agency. Oh what fun this would be. Mercedes let the day dream drift out of her head and went back to Olivia.
"I wannabea' purple one..." She said with a nod and waved off her driver as he slowly pulled away. |
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Post by Olivia Rodriguez on Nov 11, 2006 14:40:25 GMT -5
" Costume party..." She tapped her well manicured fingers on her plump lips. " I will have to find something exciting for that, now won't I?" Olivia let out a laugh after that thinking of ideas that were springing to her head about costumes.
She kept on walking more towards the less known stores like Pink Flamingo and Black Idea. Where they kept allthe vintage dress's and accessories. She glanced back at Cede to see if she wanted to go into Pink Flamingo. She shrugged her shoulders and stepped in the tall doorway eyeing sweaters and leegings down at the back. She waited for Cede to come in and start shopping.[/size][/color]
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Post by Mercedes Love on Nov 11, 2006 19:56:52 GMT -5
Cede grinned, and followed Olivia into the store. It was Tres cute, by all means, With the expection of the horrid leggins they carried. 80's chic, much?
"You wanna meet me up at the underground tonight? There doing an Darkened Chic thing tonight. Show up in you hottest all black clothes, and you get in free with free drinks all night. I'm going. Tiffany might go. We haven't spoken since she 'disagreed' with my whole modeling for VS...Can you believe her? Is your mother signing with us?"
Cede looked through a range of light pink sweaters and she spoke, and occesion threw one aside to maybe take another look over. |
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Post by Olivia Rodriguez on Nov 11, 2006 21:13:17 GMT -5
She grinned at Cede's fast chatter about the underground. " yea, I will definitely be there, how about I meet you there at like eleven?" Olivia listened intentively to her little story about Tiffany. " Ew that's stupid." She said with distaste. " She is being so stubborn." Which is a lot to say from Olivia since she is one of the most stubborn girls in the city.
Her mother had in fact signed with them. " Um yea she is." Her mother had insisted upon it. Olivia remembered the shots she had modeled for in the last Victoria's Secret catalogue. It was for lingerie. The best part was keeping all the cute little bras and undies.
She fingered through a bunch of v-neck tops stopping to glance at a crowl neck brown sweater. It would go perfectly with her new shoes. Walking over towards the racks of shoes she spotted a pair of Loubitin peep toe pumps. She was getting them and that was a given. [/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by Mercedes Love on Nov 11, 2006 21:21:40 GMT -5
Olivia was probably the only person who didn't think it was odd that she called her mother by her first name. It was a whatever thing, though. No one else really seemed to notice.
With a flick of her wrist, other guest were being shoed out of the story. Close down time. Gossip was at the ready.
"Mmkay. This is worth like...a princess cut dimond necklace from Tiffany's. I heard that if I do this shoot tomorrow, They let US, do the next VS cover. TOGETHER. On the Cover. Paid for A COVER. That's what. 2k each. That like two days worth of shoe shopping!"
Cede had another sales person collect a buddle of sweaters, and three silk tops she liked, along with her newest Gold card. She had four new ones to break in. |
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Post by Olivia Rodriguez on Nov 11, 2006 21:38:42 GMT -5
Olivia threw her head back and laughed. It was refreshing. A whole two days of shoe shopping. That sounded good. Real good. Modeling with Cede was a whole different story. The two of them together made it funny as hell to model. Just like last year when they insisted on modeling naked on top of random car. Pretty funny times.
Olivia handed the sweater and boots she found, along with some other items like juicy couture socks and dark wash J brand jeans. She rocked back and forth humming t.v commercials to herself. Just a habit. All the sales people probably thought she was crazy, even though they would be too scared to point it out. Only her closest friends understood her crazy self. [/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by Mercedes Love on Nov 11, 2006 21:48:44 GMT -5
"But the only down side is I have to wear this yellow gstrin, and this big yellow thing on my head. It's like the fucking sun had a baby, and lft it on my head. It's horrid, but it's still a cover. It better then the one we did on the roof of my build, and they kept telling us to stick our butts out. My ass only goes so far, you know."
It was true. Puting the two together in one shoot was always a mess. They all ways broke something, stole something, or wound up topless because of there own free will. The best part was it always seemed to come out amazingly.There was this one shoot, they did in this bus. It was suppose to be broken down, and they were changeing the oil. You can only guess how well that went. She never did get the oil stains off her white lace underware... |
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Post by Olivia Rodriguez on Nov 12, 2006 11:47:00 GMT -5
Olivia laughed at Cede's comment about her hat. " Well at least you will be a gorgeous sun." She tapped her finger on her lip trying to recall what she had to wear. " I think i am wearing a lime green g-string which isn't much better. I will be like an esparagaus." "Ew" She said with disgust, she absoloutely hated green vegetables even though they were supposedly good for you.
The young sales woman handed her trhe new clothing and shoes she had purchased along with her silver card. Olivia remembered all the shoots they did together, they always did come out gorgeous, she didn't really know how though. While they were modeling something always ended up joking around. It was just their kind of a shoot. [/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by Mercedes Love on Nov 13, 2006 16:29:39 GMT -5
"That's so lame. Are you ready?"
Mercedes rolled her eyes at a sales person fumbling with her bags, all four of them. In Cede's eyes that was just the begaining. If she called now, by two stores, Markus could wait outside the stores the went in, and could hold all the bags in the Car. That counded perfect!
Removing the Sidekick from her pocket, she dailed the number of the car, and waited for a reply.
"Hey. Cede. Meet us like near Pink. We need you to hold our stuff. Mkay? Greatt." Mercedes ended the call, sighed, and dropped the phone into her bag, and waited fromm a reply from her friend. |
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