Wow I’m so sorry I wasn’t on all day. I’ve gotta get to bed but I’ve seen all my owed replies and saved them as drafts.
I’m going to try that sleep business and I’ll get replies done when I’m home from school tomorrow.
like for a starter I guess
He had to give that some serious consideration. He didn’t really think about colours as much as the next guy. So he shrugged. “Cyan.”
~— -“That’s a nice one. Mine’s grey.”
~— -It’s his 3rd year as a college professor, and he still dreads the thought of starting the new term. New students, and this year, even a new classroom. Jacques has no idea the crazy that could walk into his midst, nor does have any idea what kind of talent
or lack thereof could be instilled within his students.
He finishes organizing his desk and sits back, checking his watch. Any moment now, his first students should trickle in at about 5 minutes to class time. Great. Just another day in paradise.
He sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s a work-in-progress.” He looked back at her and she was looking him over, almost studying him. He couldn’t blame her, given his looks. And he’d done sort of the same to her, but she was so young, it wasn’t like he was checking her out sexually, for God’s sake. But she would make a pretty little star in Hollywood. He was sure the public would adore her. But she seemed strong-willed and well on her way to becoming whatever she wanted to be. He wouldn’t wish fame on anyone, especially not her. It had it’s perks, but outside the studio, things were rarely great.
Cover him? Well, he wasn’t sure that was necessary. He’d managed to sneak into his house unseen before—— it was sad it was necessary, but it was the price of fame, though it was never repaid, even with the fortune. Maybe she just wanted to know where he lived, maybe she was playing nice, hoping he’d invite her in. She could have bragging rights and maybe a picture of the place to exploit to the mob of girls that swarmed the sidewalk in front of his small gated lawn every few days. Then they’d all suck up and try to find a way in. No, no, he couldn’t afford that. Maybe she wasn’t a fan or interested in his money, but she could very well be working for some paparazzi scumbag. He’d heard of those things happening to other people. They meet someone who is seemingly innocent and they end up inside their apartment, snooping around, looking for secrets to blow. Ricky would not let that happen.
"Yeah, well, I’m a big boy, I think I can handle it. Done it a million times before. But thank you for accepting my apology, Jacqueline." Jacqueline. The name struck a chord, but he buried any emotions that might’ve tried to surface.
He sighed again. “I don’t doubt your a nice girl, Jacqueline. I’m just not good with the trust thing or the being nice and humble thing, as you now know, and I’m also not great at accepting help when I can do things for myself. It was nice meeting you, but I think we should both be on our way. Anything I can do for you before we part?”
~— -She smiles, finally warming up to him a little bit, observing his change in posture. It’s really unfortunate that their meeting was so quick, but Jackie wasn’t stupid. She would never use his fame to her advantage, but people who know people are always important, and he was no different, even if he is famous. He has to know a lot of people, right?
The teenager really didn’t stop to think what her offer to walk him to his apartment would sound like, and she hopes he doesn’t think too terribly of her. Hell, there’s probably paparazzi watching them talk now, dreaming up some horrendous scandal to front the newspaper tomorrow morning.
She bites her lip, thinking before she speaks this time. Should she tell him that she’s a semi-professional photographer? Maybe if she’s just straight up with him he’ll hate her less. Why not?
"I actually have a studio for my photography, so if you want some prints for your apartment or you need something done feel free to call, text, whatever. The address is just a few blocks down, behind the lock and key place." She shrugs. "Its where I put most of my work."
Jackie hands him her card, her last one of the night actually, and gestures to her bag. “I just finished an engagement photo shoot, hence the backpack, but I do everything.” She ticks off on her fingers as she lists. “Head-shots, fashion, weddings, anything really. People are my favorite subjects, and I’m always looking for more, so if you know anyone that is looking for a photographer I always have time. School permitting, that is.”
I made a new blog for the personification of hope, so if y’all could do the thing it would be great!
wow so i’ve been around for no more than a week at most, and i’ve already hit 100 followers. let me tell you, that is actually awesome, and to have the opportunity to have roleplayed at least once with a handful of you is even more awesome. i’ve made some ace friends, and have developed more relations through keira than i had planned at the start. so, to celebrate said awesome thing, i’m having a giveaway.
- must be following me. do not unfollow me afterwards. i will be checking, believe me.
- likes don’t count. reblogs, however, do.
- reblog as much as you’d like. queue it up, do whatever you please.
- the more you reblog, the more your url will be entered into the generator.
- there will be two winners for each place.
FIRST PRIZE —
- thirty 100x100 icons of their character. if there’s a specific movie or show you’d prefer them from, let me know.
- two character graphics of my own creation.
- blog of the month in my sidebar.
- three promo graphics reblogged by me over the duration of the month.
SECOND PRIZE —
- twenty 100x100 icons of their character. if there’s a specific movie or show you’d prefer them from, let me know.
- two character graphics of my own creation.
- two promo graphics reblogged by me over the duration of the month.
THIRD PRIZE —
- ten 100x100 icons of their character. if there’s a specific movie or show you’d prefer them from, let me know.
- one character graphic of my own creation.
- one promo graphics reblogged by me over the duration of the month.
GIVEAWAY WILL END DECEMBER 22ND.
Dammit. Always had to run into the bratty ones. (Small screen films? Was that really necessary? Eh, he deserved it.) He didn’t have time for this. He felt like shit already, and no need to upset the girl any further. He really could not afford a scene right now.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine, fine. I’m sorry, all right? I know I’m an asshole, you’re not the first to think it. I just assume people want something from me because I get it all day long. It’s hard to imagine being known even by a few. I’m not really that big of a celebrity so of course you don’t know me, I’m not really that surprised or upset. It’s not worth being known, I’ll tell you that. But you can’t possibly fathom simply walking down the street and being afraid that you might be groped or tackled or hassled for money or a free autograph or a kiss or a lock of hair. It gets ridiculous. So I sincerely apologize, miss, I really do.”
He sighed and looked at her. Sort of pretty. Probably could make it on the big screen herself. Just an ordinary kid who, thankfully, hadn’t known his face. It was refreshing. Not completely uncommon, but he was grateful to not be recognized. That he was assumed to be just another pedestrian.
"Promise me you won’t make a scene. I really am tired and I really would like to get home in peace. You obviously don’t want an autograph and probably don’t care for my money. Anything I can do to persuade you to be quiet, at least for ten minutes so I can get a head start?" A head start he would surely need. People knew he lived in this neighborhood. They were always scouting out around his apartment, waiting to catch a glimpse of him. It was a miracle he ever made it in alive. It was another miracle the screaming girls outside ever shut up. He made a mental note to be sure to get his security extra-good presents for the holidays this year.
~— -Okay, now Jackie is done being a bitch, and to be honest she feels a little bad for this guy. He obviously enjoys being famous, but having a shit ton of screaming fangirls at you door every morning certainly isn’t fun. She could tell she hit a nerve, and now she’ll do her best to salvage the situation, and maybe even end up on friendly terms with Patrick or whatever-the-hell he called himself.
"I get it, I get it. It’s rough. And granted it would be uncomfortable to be unable to get out of your house, but c’mon," she snorts, "Some humility wouldn’t hurt."
Jackie can understand the lack of humility, honestly. He isattractive, for sure, and she can see that he has a nice body, one meant for the camera. What she would give to take pictures of someone this beautiful wasn’t even worth talking about. Hell, she’d even pay him to get a session of head shots or portraits, just to keep and hang in the studio, or for her portfolio. He orients himself like someone who would photograph well, and Jackie has an eye for those things.
She notices him eyeing her and she smirks. Don’t be a smartass. Don’t be a smartass.
"Maybe, just maybe, I could cover you while you go into your apartment. Oh, and by the way, apology accepted. My name’s Jacqueline."
The small teenager cants her head to the left a bit. Sincerely, she knew that he wasn’t trying to be an arrogant prick, but it didn’t really stop him from coming across as one. And it helped that he looked her up and down, like she was actually sort of attractive in her leather jacket and skinny jeans.
Jackie lowers her voice, leaning in closer. “Listen, I’m not going to make a scene or anything I’m honestly making an effort to be a decent human here.”
The Nearness of You (feat. Louis Armstrong) - Ella Fitzgerald
[ SMS Message ] it’s boring.
[ SMS Message ] 0/10 would not recommend
[ SMS Message ] noted. same with la pretty much
[ SMS Message ] what’s in new york?
[ SMS Message ] i don’t have any friends, so.
[ SMS Message ] it was… uneventful.
[ SMS Message ] i’m trying to get to new york but everyone else is heading south so i’m stuck in south carolina
[ SMS Message ] i’ve never been to south carolina…is it nice?
[ SMS Message ] and i don’t really have friends either
[ SMS Message ] nice t meet you jackie
[ SMS Message ] pffft yeah…….
[ SMS Message ] we can just pretend that never happened. i do need a new texting buddy
[ SMS Message ] me too. nobody really texts me anyways….
[ SMS Message ] how was your day?