there's a theme that they can't touch ,,

[giselle marie dicaprio]

we'll run away if we must
GISELLE DICAPRIO

Giselle groaned as she lay under her plush covers in her large decked out mansion in beverly. she ran her fingers through her hair, remembering that today was the day that she had to go to some movie release and had to pose for the camera's and not mess up or else risk being on the cover of PEOPLE the next day saying something like "starlet rips her dress" or "did she go to the bathroom?" with a huge picture of her and toilet paper stuck to her shoes. it was terrible pressure and the only other person in her family who was really used to this stuff was her cousin, but he was one of the most a-list stars there were out there. leonardo was her role model and no matter how much older he was than her, she still loved him both on screen and off. they stared in a movie together once, but she was too young to remember any of it which kind of depressed her. but then she got signed on her own and that was her big break. she had fans of all ages and she had dates with the top celebrities and she was living the life so many other girls would kill to have. she had friends who were her friends and only a few of them were fake. a lot of them, she had realized in the past, were only her friends to get to her cousin which obviously never happened. when giselle went to see her cousin, she went and she went on her own or with her parents to see him since she didn't want any of her friends fawning over him like some love sick groupies. those disgusted her, even though she had some, she just hated having people who worshiped her for pretending to be someone else. but whatever, c'est la vie. and giselle dicaprio was la creme de la creme out there in the dog eat dog world.

The girl rolled over, tossing her sleek LG dare onto her bedside table. she rolled over and sighed as she stared at the pictures of her and her ex-boyfriends and ex-friends from when she was little. she kept those there as a reminder of what could have been. or what she might have had had she not decided to take that stupid audition and get it. hell, she had lost contact with a million of them since then and she regretted every living moment of it. she had tried to get in touch again, but none of them would have it since they were all kind of pissed that a] they never got to meet her cousin and b] she was now famous and they weren't. pretty pathetic, if you asked her, but what was just how she rolled. giselle ran her fingers through her hair and slipped out from under the covers. she peeled off her pajamas on her way to the shower and just slipped right into its cold water, waking her up in an instant as she shampooed her hair and thought about what she was going to wear that evening. she could always pull off a shanae grimes 90210 and wear that dark blue halter dress that she loved so much... or she could just try something crazy new and pull a britney (not that she wanted to shave her head) and maybe wear something totally new and totally different from everyone else. whatever her choice was, it was hers to make and that was the hardest part. good thing crossroads of the world

Stepping out of the shower and into her plus, cashmere bathrobe, she wandered into her walk in closet and flipped through some articles of clothing to see what she would wear to find the clothes. she had it all sorted by colour, so it looked like a giant rainbow of clothes. and her shoes had their own closet off the main one. same goes for her dedicates, hats, jewels and bags. she first chose a pair of dark parasuco jeans and a strapless polka dotted black dress with a red belt and a red bow. she ran her fingers through her hair and wandered into the next closet which was much smaller than the first and picked out two hooped earrings and a red hat. finally, she went into the last closet and grabbed a polka dotted clutch and two platform uggs. she gave herself a once over in the mirror and deemed herself worthy fo parting for hollywood in the limo and she decided that she looked enough like a starlet to be considered one downtown where she could be shopping for the most adorable dress to wear to that night's DVD release of some kids movie that she didn't really care about in the first place.

character ; giselle marie dicaprio
tag ; DANTE
word count ; 852
outfit ; here
muse ; good, but i didn't write more because my computer was acting up. GRRR.
notes ; stupid computer. >.< she'll be at the mall next post. XD

[dante]

DANTE BRYANT ,

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Alright, you know when you get a nose bleed and it wakes you up? Well, this was what Dante was dealing with at that moment. He had risen from his bed, blood dripping from his nose, something he was used to but not fond of. So, he rushed toward the bathroom, hand cupped over his nose, probably caked in fresh liquid. and by that time, he quickly held a bushel of tissue under his nose, making sure to tilt his head backward, something his mother always used to order him to do when he had one of these. Sure, it's just a minor nose bleed right? the thing was pretty common, i mean, every one gets them. but, this time, Dante found himself waiting and waiting, still standing there with his tilted head backward and his brow furrowed in annoyance, getting ticked off with how long and heavy the flow was. It must have been at least ten or so minutes later when the blood stopped and he could finally look in the bathroom mirror on the wall, slightly disgusted to see red basically all over his nose and hands. Scowling, he washed up, deciding to start the day, i mean, he probably was going to have another one in a few hours, so why not just start the day and save himself? And that's what he did, he took a shower and got dressed. That was when he also got another nose bleed, this time it lasted a mere three minutes, a rarity compared to his usual ten minute ones. Once he was in a nice suit with the blazer open, he made himself some tea, his absolutely favorite liquid in the world. He lived off that stuff, basically it was all he drank - except some soda here and there, but he didn't really like the fizzy drink though. While he waited for the teapot - yes, he actually made tea the long way, he took his ferret, bella, out her cage and set her on the apartment cream carpet, where she edged away from him. Shaking his head, he then proceeded to grab a bag and dump the soiled paper into the plastic bag, making sure to tie and secure it so nothing would fall out. He then put some more newspaper in the cage, creating some sort of hut where the paper was sheltering the purple turtle, in the far right corner of the cage. And with a finishing touch, he put her water dish and food dish in the opposite corner, standing back to admire his work, something he did quite often.

With a soft sigh, he turned his head and looked about the floor, eying the corners to make sure there wasn't a white ferret anywhere, who was probably getting herself in a troublesome situation like she usually did. "bella, come here girl." Rolling his eyes when he found her, he slowly put her back in the cage, a somewhat quick situation which would usually take an hour or to just to catch her, but this time, she happened to see, or smell, the food therefore, waddling, or slinking, back into the cage. Grinned, he pat the ferret and then close the door to the cage, getting up and going on his daily routine. There, the kettle went off and he would poor himself some tea, finish it up while reading a newspaper - it only took a half hour, then he would check his watch - realizing that he was going to be late for whatever he had planned. But today, the man didn't do anything but laze about. First, he just lounged on the couch, clicking the remote every once in awhile, trying to see what movies were on. Second, he said his goodbyes to his ferret and exited his apartment, walking down the crowded sidewalk, his hands deep in his trouser pockets. He even stopped at some bakery and picked up a dozen sugar cookies, his guilty pleasure. And on his way to some store, a pet store caught his eye which made him change his direction, cross a busy street, and enter the store, a light 'ding' was heard as he opened the glass door. A lot of teenagers, mostly girls, were surrounding some sort of area in the corner, probably some animals ready to be picked up and taken home. Rolling his baby blues, he walked in the opposite direction, checking out the small animal toys. He saw squeaky toys, toys that jingled, plushies, rat treats and more. At first, he wasn't quite sure what he wanted to buy, he was always hard at making decisions. But, at last, he chose some flavored biscuits for Bella and paid for them, casually walking out of the store.

Half way home, to his apartment, he remembered something, somewhere he was supposed to be in a short amount of time. Silently saying some colorful vocabulary, dante began picking up his pace, dodging the people who carelessly, and merciless, bumped into his shoulder, causing his two bags to fall out of his hands and onto the concrete. But, luckily, some old couple helped him pick the shit up and he was on his way. Once he arrived at his apartment, he clicked open the door in haste, tossed his bags to the side, and rushed to his bed room to gather his supplied for the event that night, he couldn't remember what it was for. After gathering the supplies together and setting them by the door, he studied his appearance in the full length mirror on his bed room door with a frown, his hair was beyond it's usual appearance and his attire was sloppy, his shirt carrying a stain that was quite visible. With a scowl, something he did on a normal basis, he took off his shirt and threw it on his bed since he was already rummaging through his closet already. Not much than a few seconds later, he found a clean dress shirt and tossed it on, pulling his jacket on, fixing the clothes so it was comfortable. Nodding, to himself, he got his stuff in his car and was off, his breathing finally stabled. Once he got to the mall, he pushed through the crowd, his supplied occasionally hitting someone, but he kept moving without an apology which was something he rarely said, but whatever.


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notes • it took forever, but it's here D;
status • complete
words • 1070 D;
currently • blowing my nose

[giselle marie dicaprio]

we'll run away if we must
GISELLE DICAPRIO

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes... well, giselle couldn't help but wonder what her cousins were up to. random as it was on a thursday morning thinking about ones cousins who were probably heading back to their dormitories from their afternoon classes on the other side of the pond that seperated america from britain. giselle ran her fingers through her long raven locks and flicked a pair of sunglasses over her eyes as she pulled out the two shiny keys to her 2008 ferrari f430 convertible. she ran her fingers along it's sleek outer core before opening the drivers door and slipping herself inside onto the black seats she insisted weren't made of real leather, but instead pleather. none of her friends could tell the difference, no matter how much they wished they could. giselle adjusted her rear view mirror and placed her black clutch on the passenger seat beside her. she ran her fingers over the steering wheel and opened the glove compartment. she kept a fresh scent in there for emergencies and her license for driving and her fake ID from when she was younger. no one really cared about her real birthday - celebrities were what they were and even when they were underaged it didn't seem to matter to the bouncers and the bartenders.

She put the keys in the ignition and turned it on. it whirred to life slowly and surely, comfortably vibrating. she gave herself a quick once over one more time before turning the dial on the radio to one of the good college stations that actually played good music, and then backed out of her driveway and sped off toward hollywood. giselle nodded her head to the music, listening to some of her friends singing on the radio was something she never got tired of. even some people who she didn't know - well, either they were new or they just weren't worth mentioning - it was still refreshing to listen to something new every once in a while. but she hated hearing bands that sung or played just like some other ones, there were already a lot of those kinds, why not try something new and original? something abnormal? something... something more interesting rather than following the latest trends in boy bands or in rock and roll? after all, the newest thing now was most likely alternative rock or techno dance. well, according to those myspace polls at least. she drove on for at least an hour, getting stuck in traffic and then getting trailed by some paparazzi for a while before out driving them and finally making it to the mall where she had been heading in the first place.

The girl sighed and slipped out of the car which seemed to have gotten one of the best parking spots in the lot. right near the security booth, perfect for keeping the ferarri safe and unstolen by those freaks who just need something good in their lives - so they resort to stealing. giselle grabbed her clutch which was filled to the brim with cash and a few credit cards and gift cards given to her by her friends. her first stop was the book store - shockingly enough to some of those people who think that all actresses and celebrities just didn't bother to read, but that was a lie. giselle loved to read, tabloids and fiction novels especially. but that doesn't mean she didn't detest reading non fiction novels and biography's. she was planning on writing her own autobiography when her filmography got big enough - or she would write a non fiction book about working in movies and the work they put her through. or maybe a fiction novel about a girl inducted into the film industry and how she deals with all the pressure and everything around her. something like that she was thinking. but enough of that. she entered the double doors and immediately flicked on her sunglasses. they were simple, but they worked a lot of the time. either way, this was hollywood and there are obviously more than one celebrity running around here. book store or not. but it didn't matter. signing a few autographs and taking a few pictures was a small price to pay for how her life had been going. hell, she was pretty sure she'd love doing that so she could get some time to spend with some of her friends back in london - like emma watson, for instance. she loved the girl to pieces and they had grown up together, so it wasn't a huge deal.

Giselle was rather relieved, however, when no one noticed her arrival to the book store and immediately wandered over to teen fiction. she couldn't help it - it was an addiction just reading about teenagers who lived normal lives in high school and all the made up drama that was given and shit. it was kind of like a bad habit that you just can't get rid of. after a few hours hanging around there, she wandered to the cash, bought them, and handed the cashier boy the money before walking out with a paper bag filled with books (some thick and some not). it was only when she just wandered out and wandered straight across the hall to a coach store. she immediately grabbed the bag in the window since it was the one she had been ogling a few months ago as she waited for it to come out. even she couldn't get it in advance - which was rather depressing if she really thought about it. she bought it immediately and walked out feeling rather accomplished. she swung the bag around cheerfully and tucked her books in it along with her clutch - what was the point carrying it around when she really had no need for it right now? she skipped out of the store, not even wobbling on her platforms before she nearly crashed right into someone who just kept on walking. she yelped for a moment before she regained her balance and glared at the back of the person's head as he kept on weaving a clear path through the crowd. she kept her eyes on him and followed him at a quick pace, no one got away without apologizing for nearly pushing her over. not a soul could get away without an apology. finally she caught up to him right in front of a starbucks counter and she grabbed his shoulder. flicking up her sunglasses she stared him right in the eyes and cleared her throat. "excuse me, but i think you owe me an apology, mister." giselle snapped, crossing her arms over her chest when she was sure she had his full attention. but it was only then when she realized that he looked familiar. like she had seen his face... in the paper... a journalist - that's where she got it. nevertheless, she didn't back down as she began to tap her foot waiting for the apology she believed she deserved.

character ; giselle marie dicaprio
tag ; DANTE BRYANT
word count ; 1227 (:
outfit ; here
muse ; excellent (compared to most days)
notes ; i hope this is OK - the guy, i was thinking, could be him? you never know. it doesn't have to be. xo