I'll Be Your Paparazzi// open

[julianna darcy rickette]

Promise I'll Be Kind
But I Won't Stop Until That Boy Is Mine
Baby You'll Be Famous
Chase You Down Until You Love Me

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Everything was changing in her life. Change was hard for Julianna. She had a hard time coping with new things since in her childhood she went from one foster home to the next. She'd linger there for a few months then get tossed out the door to the next. It seemed as if she'd never finally get to settle down. Well she finally did once she hit juvie. She was there for a couple of years. It wasn't as bad as she thought it'd be. There she just kind of slept and would lay around doing nothing. There were a few reasons she ended up there in the first place. One was that she was a fourteen year old hooker selling herself out to who knows how many people. Another reason was that she was dealing cocaine as a side job. Her foster mothers house was going to be evicted so she had to come up with the money some way. But the house was evicted and the money she earned was used to bail her out of jail.. Then her and her brother went to another foster home before she came here.

The dim light set in the bedroom where the petite girl laid. She sat up in bed and stroked her eyes. Jules wasn't a morning person, though it was around two in the afternoon it still felt a lot like morning. She slowly drug herself out of bed, to her closet, then into the tub. She soaked for a few minutes examining her thighs. She had a few bruises on them from abuse incidents. Her silky hands traced the patterns around the bruises as she winced in pain. It looked as if a part of her inner thigh was black and purple. She sighed and stood up to grab a towel. She grabbed the pair of short shorts, a halter top, a hoodie and a pair of stilettos and got dressed in them. She blew hr hair dry with her blow drier then flat ironed it. While straightening her charcoal black hair she threw on a bit of eyeliner, mascara, and some eye shadow. A tiny smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she looked in the mirror. She literally had to stand on her tip toes without shoes on to see herself in the mirror. Since she was so short.

Julianna walked out of the bedroom and down a couple of hallways. Everything seemed so quiet, it was almost scary. Like one of those scenes form a cheesy horror flick. She let out a croak like cough as she walked. Her stilettos lightly clicked against the hard tiled floor. She finally came to a set of stairs and began to walk up them. Jules pulled her DC cap over her face so if anyone she knew walked by they wouldn't really see it was her. It's not that she didn't really want to be seen it was just she wasn't really in the mood. She was in pain and felt really bitchy so it was probably best that people would stay out of her way.Her came to a door that said " roof" and pushed it.She walked almost silently over to the edge and hung her feet over.One of her hands reached in her jacket pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. She was a big smoker, honestly if Julia didn't have cigarettes she'd probably die. Or she'd just suffer from severe with drawl symptoms such as Irritability, depression , Lack of concentration, etc. She took in a puff of the harmful smoke and slowly let it out through her nostrils.
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We're Plastic But We Still have Fun

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Words: Six hundred and twenty( no coding)
Notes: Errm sorry Im not a great poster, but this isn't my greatest post
Status: Finished
Outfit: Click
Other: Im up for anything with her ( idc if you power play a bit, as long as she doesn't get killed 0_0 )
Tagged:Open

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[tiraynan lynn swain.]

T!raynan Swa!n

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! I need a cigarette.". Those were the thoughts running through Tiraynan's mind as she stood, staring at her pale reflection in the mirror in her bedroom, glancing at her tired eyes and rosy cheeks. She knew damn well she was supposed to be quitting, but it was a lot harder than she really thought. The need for even a small, innocent puff of someone elses' cig, was insanely huge. Closing her eyes softly, she breathed deeply, hoping the craving would disappear with a mere blink of her eye or a snap of her finger, but the want only ate her inside more.
There was only one thing she needed to do, and that was to find someone who had a cigarette. Though it would be tough, considering Ray was friends with only about three people in this entire place, but at this moment, it didn't seem to matter. The craving for a cigarette was more important than the fact that she would have to talk to strangers.
Or maybe her friend, Frank, would have one. Though she figured her was probably off doing his own thing, wherever that was. Wasting her time finding him didn't sound like the greatest idea.

! Ray had been up since nine this morning, so she was already dressed and ready to go. Though she hadn't left her room at all today, right now, looking for a cigarette would require her to walk around. So, slipping on her converse boots over her mismatching socks, she quietly walked out her door and down the hall. She wasn't entirely sure where she was going to go first, so she just let her feet take her. Walking into the kitchen, the only thing she was met with was two gay guys having sex on the counter, at which she stared blankly, turned around, and walked off, trying hard to make that image leave her mind. It was impossible to walk into a room without seeing two people jacking off to each other. That was one of the many lows of this place for her.
Outside, she searched around for any of the people who looked like they'd be druggies, but there were only a few people outside and they looked like trouble makers. The kind who would rape you for their own pleasure. Yeah, Ray was going to stay away from them.

! Growling quietly to herself, her hands clenched into fists, she looked around the building for only a few more minutes before giving up with a sigh. Her lack of socialism made it hard for her to ask anyone if they had a smoke, or maybe it was because she was afraid people would look at her like she was crazy 'how could we get a pack of smokes in this place?', she could see someone saying that to her now. Shaking the thought away, however, she trudged back upstairs, letting her feet take over once again while her mind wandered off. In the next second, she realized she had made her way to the roof.
Tiraynan never really had been up here, maybe because this was a nice place for some people to have sex or rape other people, or maybe that was just her being paranoid. She was thinking of turning around and going back to her room, when a familiar scent wafted to her nose; Smoke. Looking over to her side, she noticed a girl, with the kind of fashion taste Ray avoided, smoking a cigarette. Her eyes brightened, and, hesitating slightly, she quietly made her way over there. She was only a few steps away when her sudden shyness kicked in, and the thought of turning around crept into her mind again.
But she coughed quietly to get the girl's attention.
"Uhm, do you have another one of those?" She asked softly, nodding to the cigarette. She just needed one smoke and she would be good. Then she could go back at attempting to quit, which probably wouldn't ever work out.

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For ; Julianna ^_^
Outfit ; Click <333
Words ; 841 :3
Music ; Chelsea Smile by Bring Me the Horizon
Thoughts ; Hope you don't mind me jumping in. xD

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