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 Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 9:31 pm
 Wisps of smoke curled around air as the raven haired beauty puffed on her black clove cig. Her ice blue eyes continued to stare at her journal that lay in her lap. A pencil poised on the paper, ready to write. But no words came to her. She sighed loudly, she hated writer's block. Bi-colored lips formed a pout as she stared at her journal, they seemed to counter the different colored eye-shadow she wore. All in all she was interesting but a normal patron here at the coffee shop. The barestia knew to keep the double shot cappuccino mocha's coming, since L.A. always paid on time. L.A. Price lay across one of the big puffy chairs in the coffee shop, her leather clad legs dangling over one arm while her long wavy hair hung off the other. She reached down to take a sip from her coffee before replacing the cig in her mouth. At least hers smelled good. She blew a puff of smoke at the blank paper, as if that would stir her creative juices, or maybe it was punishing the paper for not being more creative. Ah what could she make her movie about. L.A. had been trying to come up with her first movie, a zombie flick. Heck every good horror director needed a good zombie flick under their belt. It helped get a good cult following going which lead to hardcore fans. Then again she just wanted a good idea. But for now, none came to her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 9:53 pm
 The dark dancer had been sitting in the corner of the coffee shop, Bean Me Up, her bad leg up on a chair, as she lounged back on the bench that was built against the wall. A recent sprain had laid her up for a bit, and as much as her leg hurt from it, not being able to dance hurt more. It was quite on the mend, though, and the doctor had said that she could begin practicing again the next day. Only a week off her feet and she already felt out of practice! Damn. But now she was in the bar, watching some...nobody puff away like some chainsmoker, and down coffee like she was a fish. Riley wasn't normally so big headed, fame had never mattered that much to her, only dancing. And her trademark seemed to be that she was so friendly and seemed to get along with just about everyone. But this was too much for her. She couldn't take it anymore. No one ELSE was smoking in there, just the one single girl. The young dancer couldn't take it anymore. This was her favorite hangout, and she wanted it to remain breathable. Who knew she could get so cranky without her love, her dance? Riley stood up and walked to the table, with only a very slight limp to her leg, walking up behind L.A., and glanced over her shoulder. Slightly surprised by the lack of...well, anything, she continued on. She took the clove out of the woman's hand and dropped it into the woman's coffee. "Maybe you could work better if you weren't surrounded by a cloud of smoke," she said dryly. "I know it helps ME think." She turned around and limped back to the back, elevating her foot once more and disappearing behind a paper. While her face was on the cover of the section she read, it was not the cover section. She had made it to an 'Entertainment' section, one that was discussing if the dancer would be able to preform in the ballet she was supposed to appear in in the following weeks. She would, she thought darkly, or there'd be more episodes like this one.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 10:00 pm
L.A. raised an eyebrow as the woman walked over, took her cig, and dropped it in the remnant of her coffee. Well at least she had smoked most of it already. And had drunk most of the coffee. She watched the woman walk with a lip, suddenly remembering her from one of the posters in Walk of Fame when she had gone to visit her agent. It was Riley Daima, the famous dancer. Though she didn't look very graceful right now with that limp. She didn't keep up with that branch of the entertainment industry, only the actors and singers (sometimes wrestlers) who tried to make it in the movie industry. Ah well, if she was going to have writer's block she could at least annoy someone while she waited for her muse to come back.
"Well a simple "pardon me" would have been fine. Is the graceful swan a bit sore she's waddling like a duck?" yeah she could have a bite to her. But her smile was good natured enough.
"I've seen your picture at Walk of Fame when I went to see my agent. Though I don't see you getting into that pose again any time soon. Might I ask what happened?" she nodded to the barista who looked a little shocked at the whole thing but immediately got L.A. another drink.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 10:25 pm
Riley had been smiling, until she had hit a sentence in the article. "Supposed beau (although this reporter hasn't seen much of this relationship to even call it such) Brodi Tyler was seen flirting with none other than Lourdes Milton at the Halloween Extravaganza. Previously he was seen looking cozy with pop star Kacey. We wonder if perhaps Riley is covering up the shambles of a relationship by faking an injury..." It went on with it's speculations, but Riley was already trembling with anger, that she hadn't even heard L.A.'s retort.
She slammed the paper down, crumpling the edges with her hands, her face red with anger and embarrassment. She knew that people would say anything for ratings, and this was just that. But it still got to her, just the same (as she was sure it was supposed to). Riley jumped up, forgetting, naturally, why she was even sitting like that. The color immediately drained from her face, as she landed on her bad leg, and she stumbled forward, her good knee almost cracking hard against the floor, but she caught herself against a chair before she did.
"Ooww..." she said groaned softly, gritting her teeth. She muttered something under her breath, that sounded a bit like '....Sarah...', but it was to hard to tell to anyone near her. She stood up shakily. Hopefully she hadn't just cost herself another week of bed rest.
This was obviously punishment for her temper. Nevermind the article had been written well before she had acted out. It seemed like it must be, though.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 10:40 pm
Before Riley could really fall or even catch herself, strong arms caught her under one arm and around her waist.. The scent of cloves was all around her, not over powering but obviously a common scent around her. It was the raven haired woman Riley had taken the cig from. Her make up was more obvious now, half and half on either side of her face, but the black dressed woman seemed more concerned about the dancer she had caught. L.A. could be fast when she wanted and watching the dancer nearly take a fall had made her jump. While the woman had been rude her parents had taught her about karma.
"Whoa there, don't want to go hurting the other one," she said as she smiled good naturedly at the female.
Looking down at the paper she had been looking at she came to the conclusion it had most likely contained an unfavorable article about her. Not that she really cared, maybe she would when she was famous, but for now she could care less. Words were words, and actions spoke louder than them. She allowed Riley to take whatever support she wanted from her arm, not wanting to seem over bearing. But that knee was going to swell again. She could already see it.
"Here, roll up your pant leg. We can keep you from having to stay down longer. Janene'! Get me two of your paper bags and go boil some white vinegar. I know you have some back there," she helped Riley back into the chair. No one else was really in the shop as it was midday so she wouldn't suffer too much star embarrassment.
Once she had her ingredients L.A. torn the bag into strips, dipped them into the warmed vinegar, then wrapped them around the slowly swelling knee. "We do this for about an hour and the swelling will be gone. So no worries."
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 11:02 pm
Riley placed a hand in the crook of the dark-haired woman's arm and pushed up on it, then let her help her to sit down. She muttered a thanks and an apology, the first coming easily, the latter, not as much. She was a bit proud by nature, and stubborn and it was always hard to admit when you had let your temper get the better of you.
She peeled back the stretchy fabric that covered her legs, underneath her skirt. The dancer watched curiously as she laid stripes over her leg.
"I broke my leg," she said idly. "When I was younger. It healed properly, and after years of therapy and I came here." She sighed and leaned back in the chair, placing her hands over her eyes, then running both hands through her hair and letting them rest behind her head. "Then last week I sprained my ankle, but it seems to have flared up old injuries."
Riley wondered if the strange, split-faced woman (she wondered briefly about the make up) meant that she would be sitting there applying them for an hour, or if Riley was going to have to finish up. She supposed either way it wouldn't matter, although if this woman was about to be her nurse for an hour, it might be a bit awkward.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 11:12 pm
"Ah I see. Something common for dancers I suppose," not that she knew anything about dancers. She had no rhythm, or at least the kind she had wasn't going to make her famous in any way. A good grind on the dance floor was hardly famous material.
"And since we are going to be here for a bit I might as well tell you my name. Lenore Annabelle Price, but everyone calls me L.A. I already know who you are," she smirked. She wished she could smoke but the woman obviously would not approve. Oh well, saves her money considering the price she pays for them.
"I've seen your picture at Walk of Fame, I'm hoping they will help me become a director in the future," she pushed a strand of ebony hair from her eyes before taking a seat next to Riley. She would add more strips in about 20 min. She got another coffee and sipped on it before looking at the article that had made the dancer so mad. She smirked a bit.
"Ah don't let them get to you. No one knows you better than you, and actions always speak louder than words," she checked the strips. The swelling was already getting less red. She may have not hurt it as bad and could go on just 30 mins of the vinegar treatment. Well at least she knew what to do for swelling next time.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 11:20 pm
Her face flushed again, as L.A. commented on the paper. Riley was still young in the world, and could probably do with a bit of common sense. She knew what the woman said was true, though, she had when she read it.
"I know," she said, folding the paper and smoothing it out. "Doesn't make it sting any less, though." It was true, she hadn't seen Brodi much. But they were both busy with their careers. It was also true that attractive and flirtatious woman seemed to find their way to him at parties, and she couldn't fault him for that, she trusted him well enough.
"Well," she said at length, with a sort of half laugh. "They let me dance," she said. "I still think it was a mistake everyday, but they know what they're doing. Who's your agent?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 12:22 am
"Phoebe Wilson is my agent. Currently she's helping me get things together to make my first movie. But I'm not having the greatest time trying to come up with the complete script," she picked up the blank journal she had carried over and flopped it on the table between them. She looked at it in disgust, as if it had done something to offend her. But it was her brain that was currently the offending party but it was hard to glare at your brain. She turned her eyes back to the female in the chair, leaning over to change the vinegar wrap.
"Should be good after this. Swelling has gone down a lot. Just do this again if it starts to swell later. I have no idea how it works but my father swears by it when he trips after his foot has fallen asleep while painting," she chuckled a bit thinking of her father. A man of french decent who loved to paint. She had picked up her smoking habit from him as well as a taste for good wine. Her mother hardly approved of her daughter's vices but being the child of two bohemian creative parents it was hard not to have a vice or two.
"I have plenty of other movies written but I want this one to be especially good since it will be my first. Not that I'll have the budget to do something extravagant. I just want the story to be good, to really scare the pants off the audience. After all what's a zombie movie if it doesn't scare you," she chuckled a big.
"But there is so much to do. Have to get the actors, make up artists, clothing designers, techs, all that jazz. I suppose I'm too use to theater where we already have everything and we just need to practice," she sipped her coffee again. "So you have a dance coming up? What's it about?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 4:31 pm
Riley listened, quite interested, but with little to say. It all sounded similar to the dance industry, she thought, but yet there were vast differences, she assumed. For her it was as hard as getting the part and then memorizing it. Of course, she had gotten to where she was because she made it look GOOD (like any career path, you needed to add in your own flair to be noticed, and Riley was lucky enough to have both flair that everyone seemed to love AND exotic looks to boot).
She couldn't help but smile, that LA said that zombie movies needed to be scary. In her bag at that moment was "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies" which was definitely not scary, but that was alright with her.
"I can't wait to see your movie, when it comes out," she said genuinely. She'd heard people say how they couldn't wait for this and that, but come opening day, they were never there (Of course, ballet tickets usually ran you a bit more than a movie ticket).
Her face seemed to light up a little bit, when LA asked her about the dance. It was never really that hard to tell with her what her passions (or dislikes) were.
"Well, it's going to be my first real Ballet ever," she said, then: "I mean, not that the others I've been in weren't real. But...they weren't like this." She didn't know how to explain it. All the others she'd been in had been student productions, or small jobs. But she would be a main dancer, it was HER name bringing people in.
Hm. Maybe that was where the ego had come from in the last few weeks.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 11:01 pm
L.A. nodded her thanks to the woman as she claimed to want to see her film when it came out. Of course she always took such words with a grain of salt no matter how honest the person was. People were human and could easily forget or merely wish to be that nice. But ah well, it was a nice sentiment anyway.
"Ah I see. I understand. I suppose I shall feel the same way about my first big blockbuster as it were. Sure all these smaller films I make will be good but, there will be that day when that one creation feels just right," she grinned at the others enthusiasm.
She took the rest of the paper bandage off, the swelling now having disappeared. The barista came over to take the things and toss them. She looked over the knee quickly then nodded.
"Alright, right as rain. Perhaps I shall go see this ballet. My mother always loved them. Poetry in motion she always says," she smiled to the dancer. It was true, her mother loved ballets and such, her father could do without it sometimes but on the occasion it did give him some inspiration for a piece. He was never one to turn down a potential source of inspiration.
"So what now Miss Dancer. You have a more well healed leg and I am at a loss at the moment for my writing," she looked to the female. Yeah she had just met her but L.A. was pretty carefree most of the time.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 11:52 pm
Riley stretched her foot back and forth after LA removed the bandages, and then set it on the floor, so she was sitting normally. There was still a bit of pain, but nothing terrible, nothing she hadn't worked through before. She smiled in gratitude.
The dancer shrugged a little. She wasn't usually at a loss for what to say, but right now she wasn't quite sure what might interest an up and coming Film director.
"Have you been out to any of the local clubs?" she asked. "Did you grow up here, or just come into town?" Riley was starting to become known at a local club, The Wayside, but not just because she was a well known dancer, but because she managed to sneak in there just about every night for a good month solid. Not even the bouncers were quite sure how she had managed it each time
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 12:06 am
"Ah a few clubs, normally I'm in all the coffee shops listening to the offbeat poetry. They have the best coffee in my opinion. But I do like to shake my a** to a good beat," she grinned a bit, "Not that I'd be famous for any of it mind you...well not famous in that sense," she couldn't help but laugh a bit there.
She blinked at the question of where she was from. She smiled a bit imagining the small cottage her parents lived in. THe walls covered in different shades of paint due to her father's random use of splatter painting. Lots of partially finished works, many books lying open, a real mess of a place. But total creative freedom was made in that home, it was how she became who she was.
"Ah I grew up near here. My parents live off in the valley, Papa always preferred a country setting. They own a shop down in the hippie valley district. But I did sneak out on occasion when the urge called for me," she stood up, stretching her curvaceous body and placing her hands on her hips.
"Looking older than I really am helps get into most of them since I'm underage. So, wana go have fun and sneak in some place? Won't hurt your knee any will it?" she questioned the woman. Getting there wouldn't be a problem, L.A. had her own wheels but most of all she'd like to smoke. Some clubs did let you do that.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 12:17 am
Rily, glad of the pants she was wearing for once, shook her head.
"Nope, I'm fine." She reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out her trusty leg brace and strapped it around her leg and rolled the pant leg over. She was wearing loose cargo pants, so the outline of the brace didn't even show.
The dark dancer stood up, shouldering her messenger bag.
She waited for LA to join her standing, then looked back at her. "'Hippie' district?" she asked curiously. She had to admit, she hadn't been much outside of Hollywood and didn't know too much.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 12:59 am
L.A. couldn't help but smile at the other girl's question. That wasn't it's proper name but it was a common nickname. "Yes the Hippie district. Where creativity is the only rule and all old hippies go to retire. But their shops are quite neat; ranging from Rain Sticks to belly dancing apparel. All sorts of things."
She grabbed her journal and went back to her own table. She collected her things and pulled something from a chair that hadn't been seen, her motorcycle helmet. She walked back over and held it up.
"So do you have your own wheels or would you like to use mine? It's still a little early to hit the clubs so I could always show you the district. A woman of your ethnic background will find it quite nice," she slid on her jacket as she waited for the others response.
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