it's empty and cold, OPEN!

[andrea van der beek]

the devil comes and i try to stall and
soon my subconscious and conscious might start to brawl

Andrea was pissed, very pissed.
At first she wouldn’t be the new face of a clothing line because she wasn’t thin enough.
Then, this morning, she tripped on her couch and fell, now Andrea has a bruise on her left knee (thank god she wasn’t wimping).
Finally, she broke a nail. It sounds snobby, but it hurt like hell and bothered her a lot.
So yeah, that was basically Andrea’s day, she was in a bad mood, but she could handle it. It was the end of the world after all, even though that the image of that horrid woman telling her that she wasn’t skinny enough kind of annoyed her. I mean, who was that stupid woman to tell her that she had to be anorexic to win some money? But no, Andrea wouldn’t get pissed anymore, it was just a work, it happens, she deserved better.

After cussing all that out in her mind, Andrea drove her porsche carrera to starbucks, yes, starbucks. Fortunately Andrea never had a big passion for snacks, or she wouldn’t resist especially in the mood that she was today. Once there, Andrea ordered a salted caramel hot chocolate and sat down near the window, taping gently her foot on the floor while she listened some song singed by pink. Andrea loved music, but since she started modeling, she stopped knowing a lot about it like she used to. Yeah, she knew a lot of singers and bands, their main songs, but that was all. If Andrea wasn’t a famous model, she wouldn’t probably know new artists. What saved her from her total ignorance were parties where she could meet new bands, radio and some of her friends that were musicians. It was ridiculous the number of times that Andrea said in an interview that some band was awesome without even listening to a song made by them. It was sad, but what she could do? Tell the guys that she never heard about their music before? That’s worse, Andrea would be accused of bashing them and then it would be a big scandal.

Fortunately or not, that was Hollywood and, deep inside Andrea loved it. The cameras and the fame were great, besides modeling was the ideal profession for her since Andrea was quite lazy, but very disciplined. She could be on a diet and work out for two hours a day, the work out part was a bit bad, but now she was getting used to it and about food, all that Andrea had to do was not eat French fries, meat, chocolate, etc… everyday. Today was obviously an exception, but she needed something to spoil herself. Andrea’s days usually went out good, well, sometimes they were boring, but not bad, or maybe it was stupid to feel so bad about those three things. But that’s how Andrea was, after all that she needed something to lift her up.

[gretel]

OOC: I wasn't sure how to get them to meet, I just got the character into the cafe, but they could meet next post?)

Gretel wiped her nose with the back of her hand. The cold, again? She’d just gotten over it a couple of days ago. It seemed she was always ill in the winter months. Had to be the Winter climate, or possibly just those boorish, unhygienic oafs she had to work with infecting her. Sighing, she clasped her frost-bitten fingers around the door-knob and made her way into the corner café, Starbucks.
It was busy as usual, the local hipsters sipping from massive cups or pecking away at their laptops. Gretel hated the atmosphere of the place, but she had to admit, they had great coffee. The line passed by quickly, which she felt happy enough - she didn’t like being stood in front of all those cakes and muffins for too long. One tall cappuccino with skimmed milk - 76 calories. She made a mental note of that, and snatched the warm cup into her freezing hands, dropping some notes on to the desk. She wasn’t really in the mood for pleasantries, especially not with some acne-ridden cashier worker.

Finding herself a seat by the window, she took a deep breath of her drink, letting the warm steam rise up into her cold face and stuffy nose. It was going to be a long day. With as little enthusiasm as possible, she reached into the large, brown handbag she’d swung over the other chair and pulled out a crumpled up script. “Zombie Island - Revisited!” Was this what she was reduced to? Directing some cheap teen horror film - and the sequel, at that! Taking yet another loud, throaty sigh, she opened it up at page twenty and resumed her note-taking, where she seemed to have stopped mid-sentence.
‘… through mirror? At least twenty more seconds spent on Josh’s face…” she began scribbling away in a blunt pencil. What kind of name is Josh?, she thought to herself, tapping the pencil onto the piece of paper, absent minded. She found herself staring wistfully out of that big, foggy window she sat aside, hoards of nobodies going about their day to day lives, that she’d never see again. It must be strange, being so worthless to the world, she mused, at last taking a big sip from her coffee.

She tried several times to continue writing down her ever-dull notes, trying to remember everything that needed changed in the “Jacuzzi scene”. It would be easier writing what didn’t need changed. It would be easier if the role of ‘Candice, the cute cheerleader from Alabama’, (who writes this stuff?) wasn’t played by the producer’s oh so talent less, gorilla-esque girlfriend, but what could she do? Finally realizing she was never going to get focused, she closed the script and leant back in her chair, coffee in hand, glancing around the crowded café.

[andrea van der beek]

the devil comes and i try to stall and
soon my subconscious and conscious might start to brawl

Andrea felt the hot chocolate passing through her lips and mouth as she taped her foot to the beat. It was delicious, really, it gave Andrea a cozy feeling, like it was everything okay and nothing was going to change. It was so cozy that even made her a bit sleepy, her eyes focused on the cars and the people that walked right next to the window, outside the coffee shop. Andrea watched the wind blow on their hair gently and the swear words that car drivers said to each other in the middle of the traffic like it was a song to make her fall asleep. Not happy with how stupid enough her situation was right now, Andrea started reading the vehicle registration plates of each car. One whore had something like ‘princezz’ under it, matching with her pink expensive car (probably bought by her dad) and with her pack of friends. What did Andrea have against spoiled rich kids? Nothing, absolutely nothing, it’s just they were born win a golden cradle and still complained, while other people (like Andrea) had to live alone since they were sixteen and fight for their dreams

A few minutes later, Andrea caught herself playing on her cell-phone. She rarely does that, except when Andrea was trying to prevent herself from falling asleep. “What a shitty day.” She thought to herself while playing Sims. Why did Andrea feel like a loser today? Playing Sims alone in Starbucks after a crappy was a little too much, even for her, at least tomorrow would be Friday. That meant parties, hot guys, alcohol and all those things that Andrea didn’t do because of her work in the other days. Fridays and Wednesdays were the best days ever for her, the only days that Andrea could relax without giving explanations to anyone, even to herself. Too bad for Andrea that she had a conscience bigger than usual, or at least she felt like hers was bigger because of how other people talked about their own conscience. Andrea didn’t know if she was just too bloody innocent or know, but she did know that her hard work was paying back. It was quite hard to be a successful model, Andrea had to agree that most of them looked almost the same and that were anonymous faces posing for some new clothe line or anything alike. She wished that models were more than just faces and bodies, but Andrea knew that it would only happen in many years, when she probably wouldn’t be in the business anymore, not as model at least.

So, another sip of her hot chocolate to comfort her. Andrea looked around to see if there was someone interesting out there, even knowing that the chances were few. After looking for a while, her blue eyes stopped on Gretel’s direction for a few seconds. How nice, having a little backstabber there. Andrea smirked slightly and looked down to her hot chocolate, not wanting to be noticed by Gretel, at least for now. It was clear that Andrea didn’t like Gretel and, in Andrea’s mind, she knew that Gretel probably didn’t like her too. Past things were supposed to remain in the past, but her presence there made Andrea think about what happened. She looked back at the window again, wondering if Gretel noticed her or not. Uncomfortable or not, Andrea’s day was getting a bit more exciting. She had this rushing feeling everytime that she was around people that she disliked or that loved, and Andrea could feel it growing inside her chest and making her jump out of her chair.