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Post by ari on Apr 15, 2010 20:13:17 GMT -5
ARIANNA GEMMA BOSDELL Arianna hated this; it seemed that all she had done for the past few days were photo shoots, photo shoots and even more photo shoots. That was how her life was going now. She couldn’t even remember anything from the past few days. She couldn’t remember what she ate, what she did in her spare time and who she socialised with. All she could remember was the ‘flash flash flash’ of the camera, and the shouts and curses from the photographer. She couldn’t stand being a model anymore, but she had to do it. It was what people expected of her, and she wanted to make an even bigger name then her mother in the modelling industry. Wherever she went, people always compared her to her mother and if she had a job in another industry, they would have still undermined her. That was one of the reasons she hated her mother. People just thought that she didn’t talk to her mother because her mother lived faraway, and that Ari would miss her. But for her that was total bullshit. She just hated her mother; she hated her for hurting her father, for leaving without a word and sending a divorce paper with a bunch of flowers. How sad could she get?
Ari’s mother was known everywhere. If she wasn’t then her mother would set on, making sure that that person knew her. Her mother loved the attention on her no matter what, even if it was when she was drinking and showing off her bare ass to the paparazzi. Her mother made her feel sick, even Ari wasn’t like that and she was only seventeen. Ari was supposed to be the young one, the one partying, and drinking it all up, but she was calm and sensible, totally like her father and totally unlike her mother.
She sighed and picked up her cell phone which rang, stating that she had a twitter message. She smiled and began replying to it while the hair stylist began working on her hair. Bridget and her never really spoke to each other much, but it seemed as if her son Dimitri was someone who bought them close together. Ari loved Dimitri, he was such a cute child and Arianna loved children a lot. It was something that made her different from her mother and the other model’s always thought she was weird for that. She didn’t exactly love children, but she liked them enough that she would hang around with them for hours. While the make up artist started putting on her make up, Arianna got a text from Bridget. She smiled, this girl totally liked Napolean, it was so obvious, it would just take her a few moments to realise that. Arianna loved seeing these types of love/hate relationships, it was so sweet and once the people realised that they loved each other it was so totally cute.
While in between each set of photos Ari, texted and tweeted with Bridget. This girl was so funny. She sighed. After this she would go to Bridget’s house and play with Dimitri and help Bridget with sorting out Dimitri’s toys. That boy sure did have a lot, but it was a good thing to take it all away to charity. After her last shot, Arianna went to go back into her own clothes. After she came out, she giggled to herself at Bridget’s last tweet and tweeted back. She said goodbye to the workers there and made her way out, telling the photographer to send her cheque to her address. The photographer grimly agreed and went back to what he was doing. He was in a bad ass mood because she had refused to do the naked pictures. Something her mother would have never turned down. She smiled at the idea and made her way towards Bridget’s house. She loved the idea of seeing Dimitri today; she could use a little cheering up.
She walked up towards the house after ten minutes and rang on the doorbell. From the inside she could hear Dimitri running towards the door. Once the door opened, she lunged for Dimitri and said; “How’s my lil Dim-Dim doing today?” She passed the bag of Thai food she got on the way, to Bridget’s hand before entering the house. This was going to be fun.
TAGS// Bridget
WORD COUNT// 725
NOTES// I love Dimitri, my favourite character!
OUTFIT// click!
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Post by BRIDGET AMELIA DELACROIX on Apr 17, 2010 1:17:26 GMT -5
 arianna, 720, greendayso take the photographs and still frames in your mind
hanging on a shelf in good health and good time
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now that the plans were set in stone, Bridget’s social phobia kicked in. She wasn’t very close to Arianna, yet she invited the model to her house. What the fuck was wrong with her? She hated people. She hated socializing. She hated it all unless it was Milo. She wasn’t about to admit that she had been enjoying the Tweeting and texting, minus the shit about Napolean. She did not like him. At all. Ever. She didn’t think he was funny, or cute, or—Fuck! Stop thinking about him! With Dimitri preoccupied with his car carpet city and Cartoon Network, she stepped into the other room and picked up her guitar. She needed to calm down. She was terrified and angry and insulted. She strummed the acoustic angrily, playing nothing in particular as she sorted her thoughts in attempts to calm down.
She was very annoyed by what Arianna had said about Napolean. Why would she even assume Bridget wanted to be near him, let alone being in love with him? The only two and a half people she loved in this world were herself, then Dimitri, and Milo as the half. If it had been Milo teasing her about Napolean she wouldn’t have minded so much, but in Arianna’s case Bridget barely knew her. It was different when it was someone she didn’t spend too much time with. She reacted much different when her equivalent of a friend teased her than when it was someone she was really close to. Her strumming grew more angry and a little on the sloppy side. Who did Arianna think she was?
Why had she invited her over? This was not going to end well. She hated people. She was afraid to talk to them. She didn’t like being around others. She preferred solitude and being alone. It was quiet and stupid people free. She liked it here where it was a party of one and Dimitri. This got her thinking of how she would be right now if his dad had stuck around. She didn’t like talking about him, but it wasn’t like anyone who followed Bridget and Wonder Chunks didn’t know. She had a fling, he knocked her up, he skipped town. She could more than easily find him, and she had been suggested to do this by dozens, but she had to congratulate him for his sneaking out abilities. Bridget had always been a light sleeper, so the fact that he managed to leave in the middle of the night without waking her was impressive. Besides, he didn’t deserve to see his son if he had skipped town. Fucking jackass. She probably would have kicked him out, thus making nothing different.
Dimitri brought her out of her angry thinking and playing, slamming one of his tiny cars into her green Converse. Yes, Bridget wore shoes indoors. She had stepped on way too many toys to walk around without shoes. The green shoes matched her green tee shirt and the bows in her dyed blonde hair. She also had a green belt with a Pac Man buckle that held up her skinny jeans. Dimitri’s head of blonde hair turned up at her and blinked, his dark purple eyes staring up at her with insult. “Momma you crashed them” he scolded, shoving the car repeatedly into her foot. “They better stop drinking and driving then,”
[/color] she thought out loud, knowing he wouldn’t get it. She stood up and grabbed him by the straps of his overalls, carrying him back over to the car carpet while she ignored her beeping cell phone and sat down to watch cartoons. A few minutes later there was a ring at her door, and Dimitri demanded to know who it was. She told him it was a monster come to take his toys away, so he ran to the door to defend his stuff. Bridget walked slowly after him as he struggled to open the door, and when he saw Arianna he scowled dramatically. “Mean monster! You can’t have my toys!” he yelled, swatting at her out stretched hands. Meanwhile Bridget snickered proudly and took the bag of Thai food, watching Dimitri run off and try and gather up all of his toys to hide them. “Way to go, you got him to clean up,”[/color] she joked.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - outfit: clicky [/size][/blockquote][/center] |
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Post by ari on Apr 17, 2010 16:07:24 GMT -5
ARIANNA GEMMA BOSDELL It felt a bit weird going into Bridget’s house as Arianna had never really been there before. Arianna and Bridget weren’t exactly, close if you would say. They were just casual friends who met up with each once a year or so. They weren’t really two people who liked each other much, but they did somehow manage to have fun with one another. It was a weird relationship between the both of them, but Arianna probably only liked Bridget because of Dimitri. She was a children lover like many other people. This was also probably the first time that Bridget and Arianna had a civilised conversation without anything dramatic happening. Both of them did sometimes act like drama queens with one another which was a fun thing to do, but could somehow get out of control and both of tem would be mad at one another. A weird relationship. Arianna sometimes wondered how the both of them could even stand each other at times.
Arianna knew that Bridget would probably be pissed off at her about the things she said about Napolean. But hey, she was only trying to get two love birds together, was that so wrong? Probably in Bridget’s eyes it was. She claimed that she ‘hated’ Napolean, but Arianna didn’t care. One day, Bridget would find out that she liked Napolean and all hell would probably break loose. She also knew that if Milo or someone who was really close to Bridget teased her about Napolean, Bridget wouldn’t have minded. She was mainly going to be pissed because Arianna didn’t even know her that well. Arianna somehow always knew what other people were feeling towards her; she liked to think that it was a gift, given to her from God or something.
Whenever someone was pissed off or angry at her, Arianna could tell by the way the person moved around her. She was sure that Bridget was going to be pissed. But Arianna didn’t know Bridget enough to know how she would act around her. Arianna would just try to act nice towards her and keep her mouth shut about Napolean. If she could do that, then probably Bridget and her could keep their relationship civilised instead of acting wary around each other and keeping away. Arianna was walking down the streets, her head in the clouds, thinking about Napolean and Bridget, they did actually make a cute couple, but she would have to keep her mouth shut to prevent anything overflowing. She didn’t really understand as to why Bridget hated Napolean. Did he do something to her? She doubted it, Napolean was a good guy from what she got from him. Bridget probably just thought Napolean was an ass or something; it was how she always viewed other people as well.
As she rang the doorbell to the house she felt a bit wary, it was the first time after all. As she saw Dimitri her face lighted up but went down at his words. She pretended to look angry but she couldn’t. She giggled and looked at Bridget. “Well, I seem to have that effect on kids. No doubt you told him I was the toy stealer.” Arianna entered the house, and took off her shoes at the entrance. She didn’t want to make Bridget angry or anything. She took off her jacket as well and held it over one arm of hers. She looked around the house, staying in the entrance for a few seconds before going forward, following the footsteps of Dimitri. She didn’t know what Bridget would say, so she walked slowly while saying; “Nice house you have…”
TAGS// Bridget WORD COUNT// 607 NOTES//Blah Blah. OUTFIT// click!
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