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Post by Rachel Louise on Dec 6, 2006 15:59:01 GMT -5
Cloud nine didn't even begin to describe the way Rachel was feeling. She had never been happier, actually. She had rocked cotillion, done what she had come there to do--make a splash. Be different. She had gone from depression to elation in mere hours. That took a lot.
Actually, all it took was Jimmy. They were together now, she supposed, and that alone was enough to make her deliriously happy. He was hers, and no other girl could ever give him a hug, or kiss him, or hold his hand. That right was hers and she'd take it gladly, thanks very much. It was her 'job' to make people envious.
And she had her best friend back. That only completed the perfection of all the recent goings-on. Without Lauren she wasn't really her, and it took a huge fight to realize that. They were unstoppable again--and Rachel took it that more stupid fights weren't in the picture for a long, long time.
Here she was, manning the important calls and meeting with upscale photographers and models. Normally she would have been bored to tears, as she wasn't on a shoot--but now she was happy to do it and even felt rather important, doing the work her mother should have been doing. She had some power now.
A chocolate brown Diane von Furstenburg dress was worn, dotted with white pattern detailing. Her shoes were white Havaianas flip-flops and her hair was down and messy, with that natural beachy vibe that only a true California girl knew how to achieve.
Um. Lots of hairspray, people.
She sat in her office, legs folded under the white wooden desk. The walls were a pale, pale sage green. The pictures on the wall, of various elite models and some of her good friends (yes, this included Jimmy and, of course, Lauren) were done and black and white, framed with thin black. A few white slingback chairs were decorated in a white gauzy fabric in front of the desk. [/size] |
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Post by Layne Hudson on Dec 6, 2006 16:29:55 GMT -5
Peering through her most prized sunglasses was Layne. For reasons unknown, she had decided to make the hefty decision of checking out another agency. For work? No. For fun? No. For ideas? No. She was here only because of that darndest little thing she liked to call sudden impulse. You know, where you find yourself doing things that you'd normally not, for no reason whatsoever? Mhmm. That was definitely it.
Making her way down halls filled with photo's of unbearably gorgeous girls, Layne couldn't help but smile. Ahh, the life of a model. She recognized more familiar faces than she'd expected to, but hey, this /was/ the O.C. And boy, Layne couldn't be happier about it. Today she wore a tailored suit jacket, which was ivory, underneath a fiery red blouse. Denim capris hugged her legs, and red wedges were on her tiny feet. She carried a small folder, containing fabric samples. In no way did she intend to attempt marketing herself; as a matter of fact, she had just been on her way home when she'd decided to make one last stop.
Layne hovered in the doorway of a large office room with even more photo's. Fairly quickly she spotted that cotillion girl -- what was her name? -- oh yes, Rachel. Perhaps she was a model too. And if not, then she sure looked it. Prancing over to the girl's desk, Layne made sure to check if she was on the phone before saying "Delivery for Rachel Schellenberg." in her best manly voice. She plopped an unopened Starbucks cup on her desk, which had originally been for herself. Ah well, she didn't need a sugar buzz anyway. A bright and cheery smile danced it's way across Layne's face as she looked at Rachel. Now the hard part: Seeing if Rachel's remembered her.
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Post by Rachel Louise on Dec 6, 2006 16:48:42 GMT -5
Rachel flipped through a new portfolio they had just recieved. The photographers were excellent, and the girl in the photos was pretty in a buttery-blonde-hair beach-babe way. She was mostly lounging in recliners and on white sand, chest nearly spilling out of the various bikinis they had put her in. Tres tramp, and there was absolutely no way to cover up the lack of expression in her eyes.
"Delivery for Rachel Schellenberg."
She looked up, seeing a fairly pretty girl with reddish layered hair and cute shoes holding out a Starbucks cup to her. The person in front of her looked vaguely familiar and she tried to place her. "Thank you." A warm smile spread across her features. Wow, she was actually being a sweetheart. Oddly enough, when in a good mood, Rachel was capable of this.
And then she recognized her. A friend of Cole's, from cotillion. What was her name? Rachel had heard various whispers about a love triangle, all of which she doubted were true, but that was beside the point.
"Oh! You're Layne. I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you. I'm Rachel, but you.. know that." She said with a laugh, putting the cup down and extending a hand. |
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Post by Layne Hudson on Dec 6, 2006 23:09:40 GMT -5
Layne lowered her hand as the girl looked up. Gosh, was she beautiful. And sweet, too. Well then, her venture wasn't completely wasted after all. She giggled as Rachel placed her, taken aback by her extreme knowledge of people she hardly even knew. It was impressive. "My my, aren't you the smart one?" she inquired, quirking a brow. Her smile remained, but it was more inquisitive than before. Layne debated whether to sit in the chair inches in front of her, which was directly across from Rachel, or not. After all, who knew if Rachel even wanted her here? "You busy?" she added, biting the inner corner of her lip. She didn't intend to be intrusive, or disrupt the girl's avid work. She never /intentionally/ bothered people. It was always more of a pick and choose thing. She always knew who could put up with her quirky-ness. Layne drummed on the side of her thigh with her first three fingers, awaiting an answer from Rachel, but occasionally sneaked a peek around the room. It was just so amazing here.
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Post by Rachel Louise on Dec 9, 2006 22:30:09 GMT -5
Rachel was used to people being taken aback by her good manners and.. well, charm. She wasn't Lauren, though. Just because she was on top didn't mean she had to be a complete bitch all the time, did it? She was honest, yes. But she didn't notice people's flaws upon first encounter. She laughed as Layne commented on her memory, then shrugged.
"I guess I've got a talent for it--all those events my father dragged me to. You actually have to remember the names of people's children, pets, in-laws..." Again she shrugged and laughed, a smile apparent upon her features.
"And nah, I'm just looking through some new booklets of comp cards, none of which appear promising. You can sit." She gestured to the semi-comfortable armless chair in front of her. Layne appeared different than other stuffy Orange County girls, and she was open to the possibility of a friendship with her. [/size] |
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Post by Layne Hudson on Dec 9, 2006 22:39:12 GMT -5
Layne giggled as Rachel mentioned the absurd limits people -- and their families would go through just to seem as though they knew one another. She supposed memorizing one's name wasn't nearly as hard as she'd thought. "Great," Layne replied, sitting herself politely in the chair facing Rachel. She felt very inferior, and so she simply turned the chair on an angle, at a more inviting level. There, now things weren't so bad. "Sounds like.. fun." she added, gesturing to Rachel's work. Blech. She could hardly imagine working on such a beautiful day. She figured she'd have to eventually, but for now she'd stick to looking out of the studio's bay window instead. "Maybe," Layne began, looking across the room out of a big window. "We could lighten things up later. Shopping, perhaps? That is, if you're not at all too busy." Layne's eyes darted back to Rachel, looking for approval. Sure, she'd just met the girl, but what could be wrong with breaking the ice? Plus, Layne needed some new wedges for the season.
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Post by Rachel Louise on Dec 13, 2006 15:50:11 GMT -5
"Sounds like... fun."
She grinned wistfully. "I wish. It's not all glamour." Her reply was a bit snarky--not to Layne, but to the situation in general. She shut the book, which caused a rather loud noise. A laugh came from Rachel. She didn't giggle, finding it too girlish.
"Ooh, shopping later sounds excellent." It was the middle of summer and a whole new casual-chic look was needed. Such as wedges, sundresses, big bags, and sunglasses. Preferably all couture and high fashion bohemian labels.
She looked Layne over again, and saw she was holding fabrics sample. Rachel pointed to them. "What for?" She questioned. |
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Post by Layne Hudson on Dec 13, 2006 16:08:32 GMT -5
Smiling at the girl's comment, Layne recalled her work. Layne was definately one to procrastinate. Heck, if that meant shopping, then who /wouldn't/ want to? "Great. I just love all the cute little shops here. It's almost like New York; in a chill sort of way I guess." She shrugged softly, hugging her sample book close to her chest. "Ah. Just some fabric samples for a new piece I'm working on." she pulled the book away from her heart and opened it before turning it around so Rachel could see. The current page it was turned to was filled with bold, sleek pieces as well as colors and designs. Her design styles had always considered semi-laid back in New York, but compared to Cali, she was high fashion all the way. It almost suprised her how different the two sides of design element were. "I'm an intern," she added, slowly closing the book and placing it on her lap. "Enough about me. How much work do you have left before you'll be ready? I don't mind waiting." Layne didn't want to sound impatient. Deep down, she was overjoyed that Rachel'd even accepted her offer. She could definately see the two as good friends in the future.
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Post by Rachel Louise on Dec 16, 2006 21:47:04 GMT -5
"Yeah. I love New York, though--I've always wanted to get out of California. I need a bigger city, less rich brats." She wondered if Layne knew what she meant. Rachel hated this town sometimes. It was too stuck-up, and too slow and lazy. Dramatic, sure. Exciting, slightly. But she wanted something more raw, less practiced. And honestly? Winter fashions were that much cuter than the shorts everyone wore in the O.C.
Rachel ignored Layne's quick question, looking at the book in front of her.
"You design?" She looked up at Layne, whom she had never suspected would be a fashion designer. Maybe something artsy, yes--but never a designer! That was insane. Her clothes were quite excellent, actually, so much so that Rachel reached out her hand and nearly snatched the book away to keep looking at it. She didn't care if she was assumed rude--the clothes were actually really, really good. [/size] |
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Post by Layne Hudson on Dec 16, 2006 22:29:53 GMT -5
Layne couldn't help but let out a well-waited for laugh. To see someone so interested in her design; why, it was indescribable. She had no hesitations when Rachel reached for it, rather handing it back to her. "You like?" she asked modestly, considering the designs 'nothing special.' They'd really start to look good in a few weeks, when winter fashions began. Even though it was mid-summer, most designers took months to come up with a full line. Thus, her intentions. "I'm more into the winter design elements. These'll probably be some of my first additions to the line. Glad to see you like them." she added. Layne smiled softly, tilting her head to the side a bit as if she were also looking at her own designs. The bold colors stood out amidst the stark white papers on the desk. It was rather funny, seeing all of her hard work sprawled out in front of her like that. Her dreams came true in front of her eyes. She let Rachel take all the time she needed to look over the designs; after all, nothing could ruin this moment.
ooc: Ew sorry that was really short.
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