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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 12, 2007 12:52:09 GMT -5
It'd been a good ten minutes since Day had stepped out of the shower, and she was just now finally getting her hair dry. Hey, the girl has A LOT of hair. Especially with those extensions. And the dye-job fried it, which means she has to condition the shit out of her loverly platinum locks, even if she's only going to fry them again via straightening iron.
Raking her French-tipped acrylics through her blonde mane, she clipped the top sections back. She may chemically straighten her hair, but it still isn't quite straight enough. And so she broke out the well-heated flat iron and went to town on running the ceramic plates along different sections of her hair until it was all straightened to perfection.
Now, spray in some maximum hold &&run through some shine serum, and it's time to put her face on. It was day time, so she'd keep it on the light side. First, it was some powder to avoid any undesired shine. Ewwie. Ohh, and don't forget the bronzer, which she expertly used to highlight her cheekbones.
Then, she applied a bit of silver eyeshadow, which contrasted nicely with her oh-so fake tan. Keeping the lightness in mind, she thinly rimmed her baby blues in black kohl, then ran some black mascara along those loverly long lashes of hers to enhance volume and make those gorgeous peepers 'pop'. She ran her finger along her lips, coating them in foundation before adding some nude-coloured gloss to complete the look. Taking a good look in the mirror, she pursed her lips in a kissy-face. Cuute.
Satisfied, she tossed all her war paint back into her hot pink bag, then shoving it over into the corner of the counter. Walking out into her room, clad in just a lacy pink thong &&matching bra, she sought out a tres cutee A&F cream/navy/green-colored plaid mini, tugging it up to her slim hips. Smoothing out a couple wrinkles, she then fetched out a cream-colored lacy A&F camisole, pulling that on over her cutsie Victoria's Secret bra.
She adjusted the straps so they were placed under the straps of the shirt. Tugging it down over the waistline of her skirt, she did a little twirl in the full-length mirror beside her bed. All this delish outfit needed was some shoes. Picking out a pair of Emilio Pucci patent leather loafer pumps, she pulled them on and took another look in the mirror. These suckers added a good three inches to her meager height of 5'4".
Now she was ready to embark on a journey in search of her coveted grande cup of caramel macchiato. But not until she spritzed on a bit of Lacoste 'Touch of Pink' fragrance. Okay, NOW she was ready. So she slid her Fendi bag up onto her elbow and slid on her metallic-rimmed Dior sunnies before exiting her room, and then the suite altogether.
Standing in the elevator was quite the boring experience, only making her crave her morning cup of joe even more. Once it reached the lobby level, she ventured outside into the humid heat. The air was like sticky. Soo not-friendly to anyone's hair but hers. Because with all the product in there, it wasn't going anywhere.
Making her way down to the nearest Starbucks, she pulled open the door to be greeted by a wave of air-conditioned air. Standing in line wouldn't be so bad if it was nice &&cool inside. But Daylin was impatient, which meant she was sighing, tapping her foot, and muttering rude comments throughout the duration of the 5 minute wait.
Once she made it to the front, she placed her Platinum AmEx on the counter, "One grande caramel macchiato." She so did //not// need a venti. Once they gave her the coveted beverage, she returned the credit card to her purse and took a sip. "Mmmmm... ah-mazingg." DC made her way over to a comfy purple chair near the window. |
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Post by Isabella Ambrosio on Jul 12, 2007 13:29:36 GMT -5
A voice of what sounded like a gay man, kept repeating into the Brazilian beauty's ears. It wasn't something that she was dreaming. If you did your research on the supermodel you would know about her and her best friend. It was somewhat like a Jessica Simpson and her hair stylist, Kevin Paaves relationship. If papparazi ever caught a hold of her, she was mostly walking hand in hand with her gay stylist, Marcus. It somehow seemed the gay ones, had the best style. Maybe because, they were still obviously men, but either way, she loved the clothes he picked out for her, thus making them best friends.
"Isabella, you better wake up, or im going to kick your Victoria's secret ass right out of that bed."
Now that was something she heard. At the last few words of the phrase, the girl threw a pillow at him, and mumbled. "Im going, im going.. She declared with her thick Brazilian accent. Turning onto her back now, her eyelids eventually seperated, revealing the shocking blue eyes of hers.
After what seemed like a few seconds, the girl made herself crawl out of bed. You kind of get used to it after a while. She always seemed to be the one who had the early shoots. Luckily, the runway's were at night. Which she would very much prefer.
The girl who was one of the many faces of VS, walked into the master bathroom, sporting none other then Victoria'S Secret lingerie. Well, when you get it for free, why not.
The tall girl who stood at 5'10 without her expensive heels on, glanced at herself in the mirror. Her hair was somewhat messy, and she currently had no make-up on. Well, of course. She wasn't dirty, it's only healthy for your skin to remove your make-up every night.
Glancing around at the somewhat small counter that this bathroom contained, she groaned at the though of moving some more. That night, her and Marco, which she occasionally called him, went partying. Not a smart move, considering she had to roll out of bed quite early in the morning.
"Marco!!" She hollared, resting her elbow onto the marble counter, and her chin now resting in her soft hand gently. "Apply me" She said to the man as he entered the room, and motioned around her face. The girl sat on the toilet, seeing as this bathroom didn't have any sort of a comfortable chair. The man began to work his magic, and applied limited amounts of Covergirl make-up. Yes, she had done a few shots with them, so why not. The girl's dark hair, was loosely curled, and left to flow as it pleases.
Bella smiled at the man, as she skipped merrily out to the many, many suitcases. They had only gone to this hotel, because they got here so late, and were to tired to go somewhere else. Of course, the girl wanted the best hotel in Mexico, so they would definately search for one today.
She unzipped the bag, still in her undergarments. Of course it wasn't awkward with a male in the room. He couldn't care less, and practically dressed the girl on occasions when she got absolutely no sleep. Her french manicures fingers dug through the bag until they grabbed a hold of a gorgeous dark blue Victoria's Secret dress. With a plunging neck line, with golden circles, to the sinful bareback. She grinned, before stripping down and changing into the outfit. To comp-lete the look, the girl grabbed a white Chanel leather bag, and white Chanel ballet flats. It's not like the needed the height of heels right now.
The two exited the building, hand in hand, and walked down the street. They would definately need something to wake them up. Where else, other then Starbucks. They really did seem to have them everywhere. Fortunately for young fashionista's, some of them had ask for photo's and autographs. Who knew for looking good, taking pictures, and walking down a runway could make you so well known.
Eventually, after a longer walk then they expected the two finally arrived at Starbucks. Marco walked ahead, letting go of her hand, and opened the door. The brazilian young woman entered into the doors, as the fresh feeling of air conditioning hit her body. She smiled at a few people randomly, and stood in the line up as she took off her aviator sunglasses.
Exactly what she looks like today. =]
 
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 12, 2007 13:55:25 GMT -5
As Daylin took a seat on the comfy armchair, she tugged her skirt slightly, which had ridden up to the point of annoyance. The curvy little diva crossed her bronze legs, keeping any curious males from seeing up her oh-so short skirt. For a girl who pretty much //lived// in strapless dresses, was feeling the skirt/cami look today.
A slender hand brought the steaming cup of caramel-y goodness to her perfectly glossed lips, cautiously taking a sip. As the boiling hot liquid touched her tongue, she quickly pulled the paper cup away. "Aghh... what the fuck. Are you people trying to //kill// me??" she demanded to no one in particular as she pulled off the lid of the cup to allow the coffee to cool. She'd managed to turn a few heads with this mini temper tantrum, but Daylin loved the attention.
She narrowed those pale blue eyes of hers in the general direction of the barista's who'd made her drink way to fuh-reakingg hot. It was right about then that she noticed who'd just walked in. "Ehmygawdd... shut up!" she stated to, once again, no one. See, it was uncommon for Daylin to be alone. She was constantly in the company of one of her cronies, hence her tendency to speak her thoughts aloud, because there's usually someone there to hear them.
"Isabella Fuckingg Ambrosio. Ohmygawdd," Daylin's eyes were huge. She'd suddenly forgotten all about how ridiculously hot her drink was. First Milo Ventimiglia at the spa, and now Isabella Ambrosio!?? Dear God, this was her new fav vacation spot. Rising from her seat, she made sure her skirt was wrinkle-free and her cami hadn't bunched up any.
Satisfied with her appearance, she picked up her purse, shoulder the Fendi hand bag, and then grabbed her caramel macchiato. Crossing the room, she found herself right beside Isabella. The model, even without heels, towered over the 3" pump-enhanced 5'7" Daylin Connors. "Ehmahgawdd, you're, like, Isabella Ambrosio!" she squeaked excitedly, grinning up at the supermodel. For someone like Day who worshiped fashion, this was a //huge// deal. |
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Post by Isabella Ambrosio on Jul 12, 2007 14:18:44 GMT -5
The girl who'se height towered over many of the other ladie's in line, and actually some men, glanced up at the list of beverages. So many delicious choices, and her stomach was definately not large enough to hold all of them. "What are you getting, darling." Bella asked, to the man who was only a bit shorter then her at this moment. The man, who seemed to be with her everywhere, replied with something that sounded herbal and gross. She nodded and contiuned with her search.
Finally, it was her turn to order and the two of them pulled up to the male teenaged worker behind the counter. Isabella made one last look at the little board above him, and her light blue eyes focused now on the worker once again. "Mm, can we have one..those.." She said pointing to the complex beverage, her sylists wanted. After looking at Marco with a small grin, and focused back on the worker. "And'um, white chocolate mocha frappucino." She struggled to say through her accent.
The boy handed over the two drinks awkwardly to the much taller woman. "Thank you." She said simply, giving him a tip, of whatever Marco handed her. As soon as the girl turned around, there was a much shorter blonde girl standing beside her. She jumped slightly, and nearly spilled the cold drink on her dress. Laughing it off politely, she looked down at the girl and listened to her speak.
A grin them formed across her naturally plumped lips. "That would be me." She said with a smirk. "You can call me Bella." She declared. It was much easier to say, and still remained cute.Marco chuckled at the shorter girl and stuck his hand out. "..and Im Marcus Fabriliosa the second." He said, with the gay tone in his voice lingering, and the Brazilian accent of his taking notice aswell. As he spoke, the R's seemed to roll gracefully. Whenever any member of Isabella's family members or another Brazilian, it always sounded more like Ee-s-a-bella Am-brrrosio. She actually loved the way it sounded. As the man finished his statement, the model rested her arm on his shoulder.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 12, 2007 20:52:18 GMT -5
Ohmygawdd. It actually was THE Isabella Ambrosio. Staring up at her wide-eyed, she could hardly believe that THE Isabella had just insisted that Daylin use her nickname. She could now officially die happy. Except for the fact that she hadn't married rich yet and become a famous designer... But still!! She could toss all that aside now that she could tell people that she //knew// THE Isabella Ambrosio.
Her glossy lips were parted, smiling ear-to-ear, which wasn't so becoming of the Queen Bitch here. "I'm Daylin Connors, call me Day, DC or Dee," she introduced herself, surprised she hadn't stuttered or fainted or died or anything.
Temporarily looking away from the oh-so gawjuss Bella, she glanced to the slightly shorter man beside her. His clothes, his hair, and the way he held himself screamed un-straight. But once she heard his voice, her assumption was confirmed. Not that Day had ANY problems with gay people. They have //the// best fashion sense. "It's great to meet you, Marcus. I'm Daylin," she shook his hand eagerly with a huge smile.
Anyone that associates with Isabella is a force to be reckoned with &&an idol of Daylin's.
"Ohmygawdd. I lovee your hair. Who does it?" she asked Marcus III, her gaze lingering over his ah-mazingg locks before returning her attention to Bella. "Soo, what're you doing in Cabo?? Are you going to a shoot or somethin'??" she asked curiously. Hey, DC had to stay on top of the fashion world.
Maybe if they were here for a shoot or show, Day could tag along and go backstage to meet models or somethin'!! Ohmann, that'd make her //life//. And that's saying something for the girl that has everything. |
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Post by Isabella Ambrosio on Jul 12, 2007 21:04:10 GMT -5
Bella was now realizing that this girl seemed to be a fan of hers. Awesome. It's nice to see some fans who actually look at pictures, and take the fashion in. Some kid's say they are huge fans yet still shop at WalMart. I mean, it's cool if thats what they like. But you obviously got to at least want better then that.
"Dc it is." Isabella declared. Short forms were much easier to remember, and quicker to say. I guess this one was the same syllable wise as her original names, but still, nicknames were better.
As Daylin was speaking to Marcus, Bella looked down at the man. Whenever that boy get's commented he never seemed to stop. Of course when Bella reminded him what he was saying, he calmed down a bit. He was a bit of an eg-maniac, and to tell you the truth, that's what Bella loved about him. 3,2,1.. The brazilian woman counted down in her head. It was only meant to give herself a little chuckle, but it was actually right on time.
"Oh, do you?! She man questioned. "I was hoping somebody would noticed. I just got in done yesterday, at this salon in Los Angeles. " He said, raising his voice towards the end of that sentence. "Ohmygawd. It was fabulouss." he said leaning in towards her more, and widening his big blue eyes. "Next time you're in LA, go to Lee Statford." He said nodding quickly, before looking back up at Isabella.
"We're actually just here on a vacation. Tomorrow I might be going to a photoshoot. They called me today." She said. This girl seemed as if she was really into fashion. Anybody like that, is in with Bella. "Hey, d'you wanna tag a long, maybe grab some lunch afterwards?" She asked. It was polite, and she loved bringing new people into the industry. Until they were competition of course. Plus, she had no clue of her way around Mexico, and maybe she would help her out a bit.
The tall woman began to walk over to a table for four in the corner. That would work. She was now ahead of the two feminine creatures behind her, and she motioned for both of them to follow. Yes, both.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 12, 2007 21:31:39 GMT -5
Oohmybabyjesus, THE Isabella was going to call her DC. That's, like, what her //friends// call her!! This was huuge!! Daylin had butterflies in her stomach. Few could fathom how ah-mazingg she felt in this moment.
Luckily, Daylin lived in LA, which got her excited to see the stylist Marcus had seen just the day before. "Well, it looks absolutely fah-bu-lous. Don't change a thing!! And I'll def. have to check Lee out when I get back home. Thanks for the tip!!" she grinned, looking back to Isabella once she explained what they were doing in Cabo San Lucas.
Had she seriously just been invited to a photoshoot?? With THE Isabella?? Daylin tried not to faint right then &&there. "Ohmygawdd. I'd //love// to go!! Just tell me when &&where and I'll be there for sure!!" she exclaimed, her smile only growing.
She anxiously tagged behind Bella, walking alongside Marcus III. And she was about to have a seat &&enjoy coffee with the Brazilian supermodel and her assistant?? It was a tad overwhelming, but Isabella seemed like a genuinely nice person. Unlike most celebs, even unlike herself. Because even the un-famous Daylin was a raging bitch. |
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Post by Isabella Ambrosio on Jul 12, 2007 21:46:18 GMT -5
Isabella had seen that look on Marco's face before. He was in love. Not literally, because.. well you know. This girl and Marco seemed to be destined to get along amazing. The man nudged isabella as they were walking. "Can we keep her?!" He joked enthusiastically.
Bella laughed as she looked back at the two of them. And this is why they were best friends. He was always full of something new to say. Soon they neared the table with what seemed like the most comfortable seats. Sitting down in the seat closest to the window, she began to speak once more.
"Maybe we could meet at your hotel." She said. One thing, she was horrible at giving instructions. And another thing, maybe her hotel was the nices one in Mexico. "I need a new hotel, so I could check yours out." She said with a grin. Sure, hers was good. But was if the press caught ahold of her. She wouldn't want them knowing that Isabella Ambrosio settled for second best.
The girl now took the first sip of her cold beverage, and then placed it down as something popped into her head. Lately, she's been hearing a lot of rumors, and she was growing curious. "Heey.." She began, tilting her head a bit. "Am I dating anyone?" Bella asked. Sure, it sounded stupid. She trusted that DC would know what she was talking about. She wanted to know what a young magazsine reading fashion following girl heard about their favourite models.
"Even better. Are YOU dating anyone?!" Marcus joked, nudging Bella as he told the joke, as if he wanted to make sure she heard him.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 13, 2007 12:58:59 GMT -5
Daylin followed along behind them, taking a seat only once Isabella did. She crossed one tan, slender leg over the other, leaning back in her seat as she sipped her coffee slowly. Day nodded along to Bella's suggestion, "Yeah, we totally could. My hotel's great, you should def. check it out."
&&it sooo was. The hotel at Costa del Sol was absolutely ah-mazingg and super luxurious. Totallyy worthy of the likes of Isabella Ambrosio. And they might get to hang out more or at least run into each other if they lived in the same hotel.
"Oooohh. Yeahh, I read somewhere that you're dating Evandro," she told her with a hopeful grin. "Is it true?? He's ah-bsolutely gawjuss." Seriously, they'd have like THE most gorgeouss babies //ever//. Ohmybabyjesus, Bella was so lucky.
She giggled softly at Marcus' joke, shaking her head as well. Not that she wouldn't like a boyfriend, they bought her stuff and looked pretty, but ever since Blake it had been solid hookups &&meaningless flings. Which works, it's a bit more Daylin's style after all. Hopefully that would change soon, but it was doubtful. |
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Post by Isabella Ambrosio on Jul 13, 2007 14:05:15 GMT -5
Bella was relieved that the girl said her hotel was good. She seemed like somebody that would know the different between good quality, and not worth your money. She nodded thankfully. Sometimes the girl could do the simplest things, or gestures, and people seemed to understand what she was meaning.
She listened to the girls statement about Evandro. She chuckled a bit, as she looked down at the recently cleaned marble table. "Ahh yes." She said, now realizing why many people would think they were. "We used to..kind of." She stated. It was an on and off sort of thing. Of course, he was gorgeous, but a lot of the time.. relationships in this wonderful business are all about getting yourself out there. When she hit the peak of her carreer, the man seemed to be needing some publicity. There you go. "We keep in touch." She said, as she ran her tanned fingers through her thick hair.
Bella watched the girl shake her head. As she was doing so, she decided to give the girl a little run down. Hair, nice but not natural. Teeth, super white. Amazing tan, spray tan most likely. Nice feature, there could of been some work on that. Either way, none of that bothered the model. She looked gorgeous, whether it was real beauty or not. She, herself wouldn't consider plastic surgery, but maybe because she mearly seemed to be lucky with hers.
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