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Post by dahlia mae fontaine on Aug 20, 2012 15:10:55 GMT -5
 my head is spinning, so blow me one last kiss [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;]
— It was her day off. A rarity, but Dahlia was happy no less. It meant not having to get up so early and deal with unreasonable customers. It wasn’t all that bad...but someday was terrible and very dull. It wasn’t the bets, but it paid the bills. And that’s all she could really hope for at the moment. She had been living here for at least two years now. She hadn’t known why she had chosen this small town, she had thought about going to LA, but this was a start. And she wanted to make some money before she moved anywhere too drastic and busy.
Because to be honest, Dahlia wasn’t the most sociable person on the planet. And it could be too loud. Here, it was nice. Better than her home town and away from her overbearing parents. It was bliss. She had a couple of auditions that she thought about attending, but she felt as if she needed a little practise and took on some night lessons at the local college. She just had enough for them, though she couldn’t be sure if it was helping all that much. The girl didn’t feel like staying indoors all day, she was definitely more an outdoors type of person, as she drove up to the local lake.
It was rather nice up there. Really tranquil, peaceful. She had spent alot of time out here when she could, as her place wasn’t too from it. So it was a perfect spot to relax. She sat at down on the wooden dock by the lake, staring at a sheet of paper, reciting a few lines from the transcript held in her palm. It was so quiet, she could only hear herself speak and the birds above her. She stopped to look up at the sky, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.
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tagged: open | outfit: coming soon| notes: none credit to kara of caution, shine, & atf. |
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Post by mason lee phoenix on Aug 27, 2012 5:46:07 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] Mason Phoenix Out in the streets we're running It seemed to take all effort to haul himself from the sofa, all the day had brought was mindless day time television. Clicking the button on the remote, Mason threw it lazily across the room. A hand in his pocket, the man trudged round the house in aid of something to cure his boredom. He knew the beach would to be too busy to surf, the low swell would attract the crowds to have an enjoyable swim. Groaning his head dropped back before she pulled his posture back to normal, this town was just awful. Back in Australia he could be out hitting the waves no problem, chilling with friends over and beer, or training. Turning round to head upstairs, the grunge image of his skateboard caught his attention, that was it. Stuff running, he would go for a skate to see who was about.
Taking a rucksack from the kitchen side, he dumped in a wallet, keys and other pointless things such as a gilet should it get chilly. Slinging the straps round his shoulders, Mason grabbed the end of his board before slipping on a random pair of shoes. Leaving the house he took a moment to think where he could go, the lake. There were a few makeshift ramps and others planted rails to grind, it would waste a few hours.
Dropping the board beneath his feet, Mason hopped up as he pushed off. With ease he built speed with the small hill to lead from the row of apartments, his stance almost too relaxed as he gave a display of his immense balance. His talent within the surfing world and led him to pick up such things as skating with ease, it was somewhat similar to the celebrity of the circuit. Weaving his way through an ally, the short cut brought him to the smooth paved way of the lakeside. The scene pleased him greatly, there was hardly anyone around. No more than a few teens on the ramps, no disturbances from those stupid enough to drunk of annoying at this hour. Hearing a voice; almost angelic in the silence, Mason turned his head as he angled to the board towards the sweet females speech. She was reading something he thought, slowing up he tilted his weight colliding the back to the board with the ground until he halted all speed in front of her. That sounded pretty powerful, mind if I ask what you’re reading? His thick Australian accent laced the words with a touch of wrong pronunciation, to the people here his “that’s” transformed to “thets” which someone had led one or two into confusion with his speech. He gave a friendly smile as his warm eyes watched over her. . |
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Post by dahlia mae fontaine on Sept 3, 2012 14:13:43 GMT -5
my head is spinning, so blow me one last kiss [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/3346431062_dc458bf3d0-1.jpg); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;]
— Dahlia was already off in her own world. She wasn’t paying an awful lot of attention to her surroundings. It was as if reality had escaped her for a moment, as she drifted off into a sort of dream like state as she sat by the lake. She let her feet dangle off the side of the jetty, her eyes still closed after she had finished reciting. She never thought she could really pull off being an actress. She had been out here long enough to not think she could do it.
Hopefully this upcoming audition would prove her doubts wrong. She really hoped so. Her parents would be disappointed if they knew what she was really doing. A waitress, dropped out of college, barely making enough to afford her rent. But she wouldn’t give up and go crawling back to them. She could make it on her own, so she thought. She was twenty years old, and so she was old enough to make her own decisions and own money. Even if she was getting exactly what she wanted, she would, if she tried.
Sighing, she could have sworn she heard footsteps. Snapping her eyes open, she saw that there was indeed someone in the near distance, with an Australian accent no less, nice. She smiled a little, running a hand through her hair. ” oh um it’s... just some Shakespeare” she shrugged. ”not your Romeo and Juliet though. Macbeth” she spoke a little quietly. ”a little dull, but it’s for an audition piece. Um...and you are?” she asked, somewhat politely. She was never too great in social situations.
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