Post by HONEY BABINEAUX on Mar 28, 2012 13:00:03 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 415px; border: #222222 2px solid; background-color: #0B0809; background-image: url();] [atrb=width,4] When she first arrived in Sapphire Bay, she wasn't entirely a fan of the weather. She'd always been told California was all sunshine, earthquakes, and liberals and she had been told, by her mother, that if she ever wanted to get a great, glowing tan, all she had to do was take a short plane ride across the pond into Cali-country, where the girls were scantily clad in bikinis and criticized those who went nude in other countries, where Uggs were considered a fashion statement, and where knowing how to surf was just as common as owning a convertible. Fitting in was a definite and standing out was a big fat No. However, being here in California, the weather had been okay. She preferred France, as always, but she couldn't complain that her complexion looked less pale and much more golden. She couldn't say she wasn't happy with the way the sun lightened her usually dark locks making it look like she had low and highlights. And she couldn't complain about the people. As strange as American culture was, she did enjoy it. So as she stepped out of her Land Rover (a gift from her father for landing the reality show contract), one long leg at a time, she was surprisingly upset at the cloudy day. She would have loved some sunshine for the afternoon but nope. The weather man predicted lots and lots of clouds-it was even foggy in the morning. Her baby hairs and loose strands brushed against her face as she walked, of course the usual camera crew following her around. She seemed oblivious to it and truly, she was. She tended to forget people were constantly watching her because she didn't check the ratings on which one of them was the most liked and the most disliked. Her manager had told her to just be herself...because she was the most popular person on Creme de la Creme. Humble as she was, Honey just kept doing what she was doing-being her usual fairytale self. Reaching her entrance, she headed on in with her ankle boots clicking. Despite living here for a little over a year, she hadn't been able to bring herself to let go of her French clothing in trade for American. She wore a Peter Pan collared short sleeved button up, some skinny jeans, and her boots, an orange structured bag hanging from the crook of her arm and her coral lipstick making her full lips stand out. She looked sharp and clean cut with her braided headband (made of her own hair of course) and the low, braided bun on the base of her neck, bangs framing her face. "This is going to be the world's greatest prank, I swear," she said into the phone to an animal specialist as she looked over her thin shoulder at the camera man, talking to him like that was normal when it wasn't, "He hates snakes, just keep that in mind," she laughed softly, her French accent thick as she continued into the mall. People already knew all about her being in the area and they generally ignored her and the cameras. Every now and again, tourists would come up to her and ask for her autograph, claiming to have seen her in the few French films and magazines she was a part of or graced the cover of. Tomorrow she had a photo shoot with Vogue for the cover and she was going to have an interview, specifically, regarding her fashion which people now had the tendency to try and copy. She was becoming a trendsetter and she didn't even notice. She just wanted to become an actress and fashion designer. Mostly the latter since acting would be out the window now with this reality show. She was okay with that though. Walking into the pet shop, she walked right into someone just as she put her phone in her bag. Catching herself so she wouldn't fall over on her heels, she immediately began to apologize, "Oh! I'm so sorry, oui?" |
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