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Post by holly regan atwood on Jul 21, 2011 11:15:29 GMT -5
Holly was reading over a script when she got a text message from her mom, asking if she wanted to go out for dinner tonight with the whole family. Holly texted back that she wanted to go and then looked at the time. It was a lot later than she had expected; she'd been going over this script for quite some time now. Holly decided it was time for a break.
Holly set down her things and headed upstairs to change from her plaid pajama pants and baby blue lace tank top into something much more appropriate for going out into the world. Eventually, she settle don a pair of dark wash denim jeans from Old Navy, a pretty green top from Delia*s, and a pair of flats from Forever 21. It was cute and casual, and just what she felt like.
Holly grabbed her bag and headed downstairs. When she got back to the kitchen, she quickly stuffed her phone inside the American Eagle Outfitters striped tote and went outside, locking the door behind her. As she got inside her car, Holly thought about the best way to get to Venice Beach, her decided destination for the next few hours. Her mind was set, and soon she was off.
Holly kept driving until she was close enough and found a parking lot to park her car in. Holly got out of the car and started walking toward one of her favorite restaurants by the beach. It was a cozy little space with just about any kind of food you want, specialty on burgers. When she got to the doors, she opened them and felt a cold rush of air coming from their air conditioner, and stepped inside, trying to decide what to get.
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Post by lesley carmella hughes on Jul 21, 2011 15:53:23 GMT -5
Lesley rolled over in her large four poster bed. Her longs legs tangeled in the cream colored silk sheets. Her golden blonde hair a bird nest on her head. The bed, floor, and dressers where covered with sketches, notebooks, and colored pencils. She let out a heavy sigh as she untangled herself and looked about the room. Her work was scattered about like leaves. Half-finished designs lay under a pair of black suede pumps. Lesley tossed the sheets aside hoped of her bed. She walked over and picked up the papers, placing them on her nightstand.
Running slender fingers through her hair, Lesley glanced at her alarm clock. It was about noon, which meant she should atleast venture out of her room. Work was getting stressful. She had fashion weeks to prepare, start her new fall line, and so much more.
Lazily, the blonde ventured to her closet. She opened it and stared pensively at her clothes. She picked a simple outfit and tossed the bundles of clothes on her bed. She jumped into the shower. Lesley mentally went through her list of things to do. God, she was so sick of work. She never wanted to see another colored pencil. She sighed and toweled off after shampooing and shaving.
The beach. She would go to the beach. The beach was nice and relaxing. Lesley needed to relax. All she did was work, work, work. She deserved a nice day at the beach. Maybe shop a little, read a book for once, breathe.
She dried her hair and put on her clothes and makeup. She grabbed her bag and straw hat. She didn't live that far from the beach, so Lesley opted to walk instead of drive. She breathed in deeply, loving the salty sea air. This was nice.
Lesley strolled along and finally stopped at her favorite sea side restaurant. She strolled in, the greeter showed her to a table. As she sat, Lesley spied a pretty brunette in the booth next to her.
"Holly?" she asked. Lesley loved Holly. She found her innocence refreshing in corrupt town like L.A. [/blockquote] notes! n/a
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- Toastehh of Caution 2.0
- Lyrics - I feel like dancin' - All Time Low
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