Post by cameron firth on Nov 20, 2008 23:12:35 GMT -5
cameron firth
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you know you mean to take it, to take this seriously
'cause seriously this high life scenery, it makes me crazy
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The color of the night sky was typical L.A., there wasn't a star to be seen in the sky and the moon was a smudge in the black haze that enveloped the city. Cameron was staring out the window of the penthouse that she was currently inhabiting, breathing the acrid perfume of the city as she considered what she was going to do to solve that problem. Standing around in her underpants and bathrobe, although something that she normally appreciated, was not her idea of fun at the moment. That was mainly because there was nothing new on t.v. and no new movies that she cared to see. She was rather bored to say the least. She was going to have to get out of that penthouse or she was going to go crazy, and even though a bit of eccentricity might at times be a boost to the career, total insanity was not.
Flinging her hair over her shoulder, she walked to the spacious closet that her room was endowed with, selecting a purple satin, strapless mini dress and a pair of black lace peep-toe pumps as the basis for her ensemble before moving to the vanity, the world's most aptly named piece of furniture. Thus began the grueling process of searching through drawers and cabinets on the brightly lit make-up desk, trying to find subtle shades of violet and lavender shadow and gloss with just a hint of pink in it. Once these were found and she had taken a quick shower, she set about the ritual of female beautification---brushing and securing and curling her hair, base make up, blush, firmly curling her lashes, painting them with mascara, eye shadow, and finally the lips. In the mirror before her was a changed person, the only version that the world ever saw. She was a model, and she intended to carry herself like one.
Thus painted, she changed into the dress, careful to not wrinkle it or muss her hair and make up. She was setting out to look stunning for the evening as she slipped a pair of black chandelier earrrings in and sliding on an oversized black and white floral bangle over her wrist. All of this was accompanied by a black vintage trench coat and a patent leather handbag that contained the essentials of the night: her id and her credit card. Thus prepared, she walked with a sway in her step out of the penthouse, to the elevator, and then hailed the first cab that she saw, using her looks to her distinct advantage.
She told the driver to take her to Aura, one of the exclusive clubs that she luckily had access to given her status. The ride drug on as she was careful not to muss anything, to keep everything looking fresh and new as she always did. Soon enough, the pounding beats of the club were audible however and she smiled, glad that she would be out of the stuffy air of the cab at any given moment. The cab ground to a halt in front, not the most elegant enterance, but the easiest one given that she just wanted to have a night of fun and not a night of being oohed and aahed over by fashion junkies. There was something to be said for the anonymity of a cab, no one thought you were any one other then the average person until you stepped out those bright yellow doors. She stepped out, breathing the scorching air of LA into her lungs again.
She walked to the celebrity line, smiled, showed the bouncer her id, and sauntered into the club for the evening. She left her coat and bag with the check girl and headed to the bar, beginning the night with the obligatory rum and coke as she scanned the crowd for anyone that she knew, wondering where everyone she usually saw there was. In the sea of bright colors and metallic shoes, she was a little bit understated and stood out from the crowd, as was usual. She sipped her drink, a smile spreading across her face, this was much better then just having a night in with the tv and stereo. The music was loud enough that she could feel the bass through the heels of her shoes and see her drink rippling from the thud of the dance music. This was going to be a good night, she knew that much at the moment.
