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RADIO ATTACK TIVE Captain
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 Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 1:14 pm
 A MODERN MOULIN ROUGE STORY
INTERPRETED BY RADIO ATTACK TIVE
"Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day I love you more and more
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you
And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide
But I love you until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day
Oh, come what may, come what may
I will love you, I will love you
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day"
Come What May -
Moulin Rouge Soundtrack
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 2:15 pm
 "SPECTACULAR , spectacular .""The Moulin Rouge... a nightclub, a dancehall and a bordello ruled
over by Harold Zidler. A kingdom of night-time pleasures where
the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful
creatures of the underworld. The most beautiful of all these was
the woman I loved. Satine. A courtesan, she sold her love to
men. They called her “the sparkling diamond”, and she was
the star of the Moulin Rouge. The woman I loved is dead." ಌ++++++++++++++++++++ ৡ Ʈhe Ϛtory The Writer++++++++++++++++++++++Christian Marshal Tate
also know as CHRISTIAN++++++++++++++++++++open - reserved - taken
Coming from a strict catholic family, he has a certain
innocence to him. He became sick of his life and home
and left to become a writer. His father looks down on
this and tells him he is going to get mixed up with the
sins of the world. Putting what his father said aside, he
runs into The Revolutionist who discovers his unbelievable
talent at writing. He seems very interested in helping him,
and sets him up to meet The Actress. All he knows is that
if he wants to write a movie for The Producer, he has to
convince The Actress he is a genuinely gifted writer. He
isn't aware of The Investor who is to meet The Actress
that very same day. He falls in love with her, thinking
she loves him back, and pursues the relationship even
though The Investor can't know. Did I mention he is
as hopeless as a love sick puppy?The Actress++++++++++++++++++++++++++Giselle Lorraine Rosemondalso known as SATINE++++++++++++++++++++++open - reserved - taken
She is considered a higher class of girl who sells
her self to men. While working for The Producer,
she sets her heart on becoming a real actress one
day. She is very convincing with all of her “clients”
and makes them believe shes fallen in love with
them. The second she gets what she wants she
lets them go, because she could never really fall
in love. She couldn't possibly. That would ruin her
dreams of becoming an actress. During her
everyday activities, The Producer sets her up
with The Investor who is willing to give money
for a movie they want to create with her as the
star. What she doesn't know is The Writer is to
meet her that very same night. She will confuse
the two and accidentally fall in love with The Writer,
but thats a secret. Did I mention she is sick
with tuberculosis?The Producer+++++++++++++++++/+++++++++Jersey Harold Russo
also known as HAROLD++++++++++++++++++++/+open - reserved - taken
He is, obviously, a producer of movies meant to go
out on the big screen. One of the more quirky
characters who likes to be funny. He is particularly
liking The Actress and wants to help her become a
famous celebrity. In all that he does, he is thinking
of her and enough money to produce his films. There
has come a chance to produce a new film that stars
her, and he went in desperate search of an investor.
Without the money, there could be no film. Alas, he
found The Investor to give him money. The only problem
is, he still needs a little convincing. Being so sure that
this will work, he asks The Actress to spend one night
with him. Little did he know she would end up with
The Writer instead. He is relying on The Actress to
pull through and get enough money so they can fully
support their film. Maybe then she could be a real
actress. Did I mention he is caught up in a murder?The Investoralso known as DUKE++++++++++++++++++++++++open - reserved - taken
He is filthy stinking rich and can do just about anything
he pleases. After all, money is power. Not very many
people like his character considering he is a completely
jealous snake, but his money is worth the aggravation.
He thinks he can buy people off, and that financial
support is the best kind of love a person could give.
After running into The Producer, he was being convinced
to invest his money into their movie. He isn't completely
sure about doing it, but thinks that after a night with
The Actress he'll follow through. The Producer, wanting as
much money as possible, aranges a night for the two of them.
Too bad hes jealous, there might be another man involved.
The Writer. Did I mention he is a closet druggie?The Revolutionist+++++++++++++++/++++++Annette Cecille Toulouse
also known as TOULOUSE+++++++++++++++/++++open - reserved - taken
He or she is very charismatic and completely supports
the Bohemian beliefs of freedom, beauty, truth, and
love. He or she is a very talented person who is involved
in many movie making processes. After running into
The Writer, he or she want is impressed and wants to
see him go far in his line of work. He or she tries to set
up a meeting with The Actress so he can convince her
that he should be the writer of the movie her and
The Producer are making. What he or she doesn't
know is that The Actress was supposed to meet with
The Investor and he or she had potentially stopped
the film from ever occurring. He or she is a very lonely
person who wishes with ever fiber in his or her being
that love could be found. For now the emotions are
just taken out in his or her artistic works. Did I
mention he or she can be very forgetful?The Actor++++++++++++++++++++++++/+++Argentinean "Po" McKathen
also known as ARGENTINEAN++++++++++++++++/open - reserved - taken
Is a good friend of The Revolutionist and basically believes
in the same Bohemian ideas of freedom, beauty, truth, and
love. He is completely lustful towards many actresses and
does what he can to get with them. Him and The Tramp
have been going at it from time to time. There has always
been a struggle to stay together, but are currently just friends
with benefits. He is planing on acting in The Producer's film
along with The Actress. He finds her attractive, but doesn't see
anything becoming of the two of them since The Writer came
along. He is constantly not where he is supposed to be, and
would be fired if he wasn't such a good actor. Critics and
constant input on his acting skills upsets him because he
knows he is good. He encourages the writer to make his role
amazing. Did I mention he is disgusted by The Investor?The Tramp+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++also known as NINI++++++++++++++++++++++++/open - reserved - taken
It isn't a secret that she is a complete whore. She
can't help herself, considering she wants to be an
actress just as bad as The Actress does. The only
issue is she doesn't have as much talent as she does.
So instead of trying to better her skills, she tears
down the competition by manipulating the situations
at hand and getting what she wants. She has been
having sexual interactions with The Actor to get to
the “A-list” but it hasn't been working as well she
could hope. They've been constantly fighting and
breaking things off, but are currently friends with
benefits. She is playing a supporting role in
The Producer's film and can't wait to out shine
The Actress. She'd do anything to ruin her name
and make hers look better. No way The Actress
was getting a chance at freedom and she wasn't.
Did I mention she is a little psychotic?
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RADIO ATTACK TIVE Captain
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RADIO ATTACK TIVE Captain
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 8:08 pm
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ಌ"I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin to live again
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your love do for me
When will love be through with me
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends
One day I'll fly away
Fly fly away..."
One Day I'll Fly Away -
Moulin Rouge Soundtrack ಌ+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 12:18 am
 ઈChristian Marshal Tateഴ
++++++WHERE EAGELS FLY ON A MOUNTIAN HIGH."+++++++ѿ Ѿ ѿ+++Christian sat alone in his small apartment bath tub. His knees were pressed to his chest as his head rested against the rim. The tub was dry, and Christian was still fully dressed. His dark but grateful eyes closed as he inhaled deeply. A small smirk played across his face. Finally he was being recognized for being a writer. An actual writer! All he had to do was prove he was talented to some actress, and he would write the story for their movie. Who she was, Christian had no idea. But he was certain that she could convince the producer that he was right for the job. Christian opened his eyes again and glanced over at his hand. He twirled the pencil, then trailed over to the blank note pad in his lap. The idea was to give her some kind of poetry reading. The only problem was Christian wasn't one hundred percent ready. He had spent an hour trying to figure out something to go off of, but the page was still wordless. Sure, Christian had plenty of ideas. He just could thing of a way to appeal toward an actress. Never in his life had he met her before. Christian figured he was going to have to wait for her to inspire him. It wasn't the safest move on his part, but he prayed it would be the most effective. If he didn't get her vote, how would he ever become a serious writer?
+++++++ѿ Ѿ ѿ+++After a moment of staring at the blank sheet of paper Christian's eyes widened as if he got an idea. He began to lightly jot down a few words, but the second they spilled out onto paper was the second he felt the need to erase them. Christian flipped the pencil over and wiped away another “bad idea”. Can't you think of something? He shook his head in disappointment. It was beginning to look like he had no choice but to meet her first, but that wouldn't be for some time and Christian was hungry. Back at home, his mother would always have something made for him. Having to bring home his own bacon wasn't something he was quiet used to yet. Christian gripped the rim of the bath tub and slowly lifted himself to his feet. He stepped out of the tub and onto the white linoleum floor. His shoes made a light tapping noise that echoed dramatically in the tiny bathroom.
+++++++ѿ Ѿ ѿ+++Once Christian made it out of the bathroom and had himself a small snack, he thought it was time to pay his friend a visit. She wasn't exactly his friend yet, but the apparently this girl was well known in the movie making business, and that was good for him. Christian couldn't remember how they met for the life of him. All he knew was she liked his writing and wanted to help. This had to be good for his image. Christian grabbed his black umbrella off the rack and headed out of his apartment. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he heard a light jingling noise. Christian pulled out his keys and locked the door behind him. It wasn't like he had anything to steal, he just didn't like it when people broke into his house.
+++++++ѿ Ѿ ѿ+++While walking down the crowded streets with a bounce in his step, Christian faded in. Here he was just another face, another voice for freedom, beauty, truth, and love. Christian felt like he was a strong believer in all of those, especially love. But I've never really been in love. All of these emotions were just being cooped up inside. He needed someone to direct them towards. At that moment, Christian reached Annette's residence. They were supposed to go over things before he took him to the wrong side of the city. It was there, in the dark palace of sinful deeds, that the actress would be waiting for him. Christian knocked on Annette's door with a bit of enthusiasm. He wasn't sure what is was about her that made him feel so welcome. Christian just assumed it was their similar interests. When there was no answer, Christian knocked again. Annette should be home, considering that was where she said she would be. If not, how on earth was he to find his actress?"THE GREATEST THING YOU'LL EVER LEARN ++++++
IS JUST TO LOVE AND BE LOVED IN RETURN."
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RADIO ATTACK TIVE Captain
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 9:10 am
♥ GiselleLorraine;; One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends…… Giselle Lorraine Rosemond, also known as Satine, in the show business, stood staring out the window. When she looked out towards the city, she felt her stomach clench. She raised her hand to the cool glass of her sanctuary. Looking around the gaudy room, reds, golds, and yellow hues, she felt very alone. She didn't know the feeling. The Producer is wanting her to meet the newest addition to their finacial aid, the Investor. She wrinkeld her nose as she pulled her satin black robe about her more.
Stepping back int othe room, she sat at her vanity, staring at herself. She felt another coughing fit come upon her. Grabbing a handkerchief, she felt the unpleasent feelings come up, and with a cough, she covered her outh. Takign the cloth from her lips, she saw small flecks of blood, nothing to worry about. If the Investor was going to help her become an Actress, she needed to be the best tonight. Shivering, she folded the cloth, and tucked into a drawer, underneath. She straightened up to here a knock at the door. flipping her long red hair over her shoulders, she tied her robe and opeend the door ajar. It was the costume fitter and her makeup assistant.
The two shoved her into her costume for the night. She was to close the show with her best number yet, Diamond's are a Girls Best friend. She sighed as she sipped some water, the other two giving her a Look, "I'll be fine, it's nothing. Don't speak a word of this to Harold." she said, her voice holding a slight air to it. She flipped her red tresses back to the assistant who went straight to work. She felt her hair being tugged in all te wrong directions. She heard the costume fitter flutter around with some fabric. Closing her eyes, she just let it sink in.
Opening her eyes, the costume fitter was in her face, brimming with excitement, Are you not excited Satine, to meet the man who will bring you to the top?" the little old lady giggled. Satine forced a smile to her lips, and nodded, only to be tugged back by teh hair dresser. Almost as much as you are" she said, trying to crack a joke. The costume fitter seemed to ignore her, and went on and on about the benefits. Finished, the hair dresser put on a black top hat, perched precariously on her brow. She sighed as they clasped diamond earrings, and a diamond choker around her neck. She felt another coughing fit coming on. She quickly took a drink of water, willing the damn cough to go away. Eventually it did, and they were set for her costume.
"Wait, wait wait," the make up artist said. He quickly flung some white power in her face, patting it down, making her a plae white. Her blue eyes seemed to become sapphire jewels, carresed by black eyelashes, sweepign her pale cheeks. She had on a blush that made her cheeks rosey, and a bright red lip liner and gloss to outshine her porcelain features. She sighed as she went over to the bedpost, stepping into her costume, and waited for the lady to tighten her corset. She sucked it in, and let her pull the strings until she felt like she couldn't breathe. She tried to focus the pain somewhere else, and hummed the first few bars of her song. When she was done, she was set on the bed, and her sheos put on for her. Right now, all she wanted to do was tell the lady in front of her to shut the Hell up about the Duke.
When they were done, she pulled on a pair of black satin gloves, elbow length. She had to practice this number in full costume, and then maybe she can get out of it, and go to sleep. When she heard the Director, she knew it was no chance. Sighing, she looked at herself. She was beautiful, and the outfit outline her gracious curves, and her assests were well known. She sighed as she walked out, her head high, and the two following her the old lady still rammbling. She wanted to push her down the stairs at te moment, but she needed her. Sighing, she headed towards the stage for a long rehearsal.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 3:42 pm
Annette Cecille Toulouse As you grow older, you'll find the only things you regret are the things you didn't do. ღღღღღღ Annette Toulouse was never one to just sit around the house and let the day pass her by. In fact, she wasn't really one to be in her house all that often at all. She could usually be found out in her garden, or in her sun room painting. However, Annette wasn't doing any of those things today. The young woman was in her living room with her stereo blasting. She had moved the furniture away from the center of the room and off into different corners. Annette had a painting to create and sell in the next few weeks, but she needed some new inspiration. So, what better way to inspire herself than dancing? With her living room cleared, and music blaring Annette let herself go.
'People say They say that its just a phase, they tell me to act my age, well I am!'
The brunette began moving her arms in the air to the music. She did a few grand plies before getting lost in the music. Combining ballet, jazz, and a few tap moves together Annette was painting a picture in her mind. She was creating color schemes, and shapes and scenarios all while she twirled around her home. She danced for about twenty minutes before she began getting tired. Annette collapsed on the nice and cold hardwood floor and stretched her tired limbs. She closed her hazel eyes and felt the vibrations of the music through the floor. 'Boom, boom, boom' she said to herself in her mind. Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath.
With a small smile, Annette sat up quickly and looked around her home. A few of her paintings were hanging on the wall, as well as pieces from a few of her favorite artists like Salvador Dali and Pablo Picasso. Dance was, like all arts, about freedom of expression. About pouring all one's thoughts, feelings, and ideals into the art. Whether it be a painting, a sculpture, a play or a dance. It's what Annette loved most about it. Suddenly, an idea sparked in her mind. "That's it!" she grinned and stood up in a flash. She dusted off her leggings and rushed to the kitchen sink where she had left her paintbrushes to dry. There was no division between the two rooms except for the kitchen counter which made Annette's trip a lot easier.
Her home was small, but tall. It had two floors plus the attic. The downstairs had the living room, a bathroom, kitchen, and a screen door leading to the backyard while the upstairs had her room, a spare bedroom, her sun room, and another bathroom. Small, quaint, but perfect for Miss Toulouse. Annette adjusted her black tan top as she grabbed two plastic cups and filled them with water. She dropped her paintbrushes in one while she took a sip out of the other. 'This is going to be the best thing I've ever done...' she thought cheerfully as she finished her drink. Her fingers wrapped around the plastic and she lifted the cup up. She was about to head upstairs when she heard a knock on her door. 'Darn it! I was just about to get in the zone,' she thought as she put down the cup on the counter. She picked up a post-it and a pen and wrote down her idea so she wouldn't forget it.
Whoever was at the door knocked again, and the young woman sighed. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" she called as she half-jogged towards the door. Annette grabbed the handle and twisted it; opening the door and revealing no one else than her favorite little writer. "Christian! Hey there, darling. Come in, come in!" She grabbed him by the arm and gently tugged him inside to her house. Annette closed the door behind him and took a glance at his wardrobe. "Wow, don't you look handsome," she teased as she grabbed a scrunchie she had on her wrist and pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail. "What brings you by?" Annette asked as she walked ahead of him to the living room. "Pardon the disorder, I just finished dancing for inspiration for my next painting. It's going to be amazing," her barefeet slid across the floor and she sat down on one of her couches. "Sit, sit!" the brunette said motioning to any of the available chairs or a spot on the sofa.
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 5:11 pm
»»»ηoт enough, I want to { k n o w } youxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI seem to get cuts on my fingertips touching you Ahh, drama.
Was it not lovely?
Applause flooded a small auditorium, the cast of a play just performed on stage, bowing with gratitude and pride. And in the center, stood him.
The Actor.
He was basically the star of the show, and even though this small play held place in a small auditorium with the rest of the student body, he felt as though he were a professional.
-Boink!-
Closed eyelids fluttered open, light blue eyes taking in a large amount of light. As the pupils in the middle of these irises dilated, a male, undressed and only in underpants, pulled himself from his luxurious sleeping quarters. Not wanting to get up, he could do nothing but take a good look at the sun which shone through his marvelous red, silk drapes as they focused the beam of sun in a fine line. It was almost like it intentionally focused on the male.
xxxx4He heard another '-boink-', and sighed, rising from his bed. After having tossed the large covers aside, and almost falling from his rather high bed, Po McKathen, also known as "Argentinean Della" in the movie he was very intrigued in, written only by a friend of his friend, the amazingly talented writer, Christian Tate, had approached his bathroom, shirtless and pant-less. He only had on black, silk boxers, lined with gold thread to embroider a set of initials.
xxxx4Okay, so maybe he was over the top with his underwear. So what? He was an amazing Actor, and although many people believed him to be one of the snob classification in actors, Po was not in any way a snob. Or stuck-up, for that matter.
The squeaking of his faucet dropped another water drop into the half-filled sink, and with a dreadful sigh, he reached over the faucet, pulling on a little lever which drained all of the water down into the sink. He hadn't put it back down after having shaved earlier.
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He came in at five o'clock in the morning. From where? Let's just say he reeked of whiskey and rum, and there were a few dollars in his shirt. Of course, he had went out with his friend, "Toulouse", or "The Revolutionist", his bestest buddy. His pal-iest pal, Annette Ceille Toulouse.
xxxx4He couldn't remember when they had first met, but it was quite a while ago, the two having grown closer than siblings ever could. Although, Toulouse wasn't the heaviest drinker in the world, she couldn't stop Po from indulging himself in the other ladies at the bar, while she had a hearty conversation with a few of her own guy friends.
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Black dress shoes stepped down pale, white-washed steps as Po McKathen stepped out from his house. He hadn't a mansion, because Mansions were overrated, besides, he could always stop by a few of his friends' places and crash there, not having to worry about his own home for a few hours.
xxxx4Rubbing his left arm with his right hand, the actor dusted off his hat, a bit of dust and the sort flying from its black surface. He plopped it onto his head, the brim just over his eyes as he walked down to his car. He lived further from any of the other members of this work-in-progress, in one of the highest provinces compared to the others. A sigh escaped his thin lips as he pulled out a pair of keys from his gray blazer coat, pressing a button on it to make a dark blue, almost raven colored car tweet with activity.
xxxx4He pulled open the door, tossed a bag he had in hand, and sat in the driver seat, looking back at his house. One day, he would make sure that he was the best actor there was. But, for now, he just had to stick with being who he was;
xxxx4An excellent actor.
The tires of the car began to rotate, and he drove out of his semi-circled driveway, downstate towards the house of one of his closest friends, Annette. Who would have known that Christian was on his way down there too? A smirk crossed his face as he turned down the random people on the radio, and pulled out his phone, plugging it into the car's adaptable bluetooth.
xxxx4After dialing her number, Po awaited Annette's response.
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After a moments of silence, he decided to hang up on Annette before she got on the phone. He pressed the end button and placed both hands on the wheel, driving all along on the ghost road. Soon, he came to a stop sign, and a car rushed by his perpendicular angle. Another car came up beside him, this one holding a very attractive young lady.
xxxx4He watched her, and she winked, a large grin protruding over Po's face at this. He nodded, tipping his hat a bit, and she waved back, and they both pulled off, Po turning to the right as she continued to drive forward.
xxxx4Pressing another series of buttons on his cellular device, he decided to call his fellow actor, the actress.
xxxx4Perhaps she isn't busy right now... Po thought to himself, dialing up The Actresses, Giselle,'s number, awaiting for her response instead.With -best- sweet smile, you told a ℓιεxxxxxxxxxxxx«««xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAlways, you are a secret    Layout credited to Pandamoniium
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 7:59 pm
♥ GiselleLorraine;; One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends…… Giselle sighed as she stared out the window. She had just been over her routine, and everything was going wrong. Harold had called a break, and she went back to her room. Making sure no one followed her in, she sank onto the bed. Shooting back up, she frowned. This damn corset was killing her. She stood up, and taking the cords, she untied them, and let out a large breath. She felt so much better. Sighing, she tossed her costume on the bed, leaving the knee highs and garters on. Grabbing her silk robe, she pulled that around her.
Stepping to the window, she pushed the glass doors open, and pushed the heavy red velvet curtain aside. She peered out into the day. She was glad there were no customers. Closing her eyes, she let the cool air flow over her. She then realized why she was so sweaty. Taking the pins out, she took the hat off, her auburn hair falling about her shoulders. Shimmering in the sunlight, she shook her hair out, feeling so much better. As she pressed her hair up.
She sighed as she looked out, she wished she coul just get away from here. She knew she had to "meet" with this investor character. She felt sick to her stomach just thinking about it. Sighing, she sipped a glass of water she had kept by the door. She felt an urge to cough again. She started to cough, her hand covering her mouth. Pulling away, small splatters of blood covered her hand. She rubbed it away on the black fabric, and took a drink of cool water.
Closing her eyes, she went and leaned against the heart shaped frame. Peering over her shoulder, she stared into her room. It looked so gaudy and cheap, despite the gifts from so many suitors. She had several jewelry collections, and vases full of roses and colorful assortment of roses. She sighed and turned her nose up, Love was petty. Love was just a game, she knew how to play. Hearing her old fahshioned phone ring, she sighed
Walking across the room, she kicked hers shoes off, and tossed the hat on hte bed, Giselle speaking" she purred into the phone. She looked at her nails, and then waited for the person on the other line to speak
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RADIO ATTACK TIVE Captain
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 5:03 pm
ઈChristian Marshal Tateഴ "BUT IN THE END SHE HEARS HIS SONG,
++++++AND THEIR LOVE WAS JUST TOO STRONG."+++++++ѿ Ѿ ѿ+++Christian smiled at Annette's comment on his outfit. The clothes he was wearing were among the ones he bought before he moved out of his parents home. There was obviously no way he could afford such an outfit on his current salary. At least, not while going unnoticed. But Annette was giving him the chance to become known. For once he would be able to do what he wanted with his life. When she tugged at him, Christian stepped along submissively. After mentioning that she was dancing for inspiration, he couldn't help but release a small laugh. His pearly teeth flashed in his half smile. Annette was such a fascinating person. It wasn't every day Christian met someone who was as talented and willing to help as her. This was definitely going to take him some getting used to. He wasn't completely in touch with the Bohemian life style just yet, but he had the voice for it. And the skills.
+++++++ѿ Ѿ ѿ+++”I'm just trying to impress the actress...” Christian said modestly. The smile slowly vanished the more he spoke. "I thought,” He paused for a second as he obeyed her commands to sit. It wasn't like he was going to tell her no. The room was a little awry, but he managed to find a comfortable spot. Annette's couches were so much softer than his. ”You could sort of prep me for how I'm going to convince her I'm a good writer.” The smile crept onto his face once more. This time with a touch of innocence. ”I mean, do I have to pretend to be someone? I've never written anything before. What if they only want people with big names?” Christian laugh with a hint of nervousness.
+++++++ѿ Ѿ ѿ+++”Just look at the actor they picked.” Christian flailed his arm up dramatically as if he was standing in front of them. ”You can't get more A-list than that.” A soft sigh escaped his lips. Christian's innocent smile vanished for the second time. Something was so on and off about his facial expressions. It was like he wanted to show he was a little nervous, but still excited at the same time. He wasn't sure why, but it made him feel a little odd. Usually he was just a one note type of person. Christian figured it was just the rush of adrenaline he got from thinking about becoming a writer.
+++++++ѿ Ѿ ѿ+++Remembering what Annette had said, he wondered why she wasn't being a little more modest about her art as he was with his clothes. What ever she was doing had to be absolutely amazing. Either that, or she wasn't the type of person to just let her work go unappreciated. To be honest, it all didn't matter. Christian was just trying to figure her out. She seemed like a cool girl and he hadn't met anyone else like her. ”So will you help me?” He looked down at her hopefully. The answer was obvious, but he had to ask anyways. Christian couldn't stop trying to solve the mystery that was Annette. Being around her would be quiet the adventure, he could tell. Christian prayed his nervous would settle before he met her. "WELL THE SUNS BEEN KIND WHEN I WROTE THIS SONG. ++++++
ITS FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU THAT KEEP IT TURNED ON."
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 8:35 pm
»»»ηoт enough, I want to { k n o w } youxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI seem to get cuts on my fingertips touching youEchoes sounded again, this one of shores. The roaring of waves washing against the sands of a beach.
Two figures sat on the beach, the male topless and the woman wearing nothing but a two-piece bikini.
A grin crept across the male's face as he laid back, staring into the sky, and the female rested her head on his chest.
"Po," She whispered. He brought his lush, green eyes to meet her wonderful hazel-colored ones. Ones filled with such a hue of peace, tranquility, and honesty that it had melted his heart. It was one of the many reasons he had fell in love with her.
"I love you..."
"Giselle Speaking"
xxxx4-"Hello, Love. It's Po,"- Came the bass from the other side of the phone. Po's hands were gripped fiercely on the steering wheel as he watched a few cars pull up ahead of him, two of them seeming to race, while the other lackadaisically coasted in the passing lane.
xxxx4'C'mon, get outta the way...' Po thought impatiently. Looking at his cell phone in the holster, he made sure it was still connected to the call after the bit of a pause he had allowed her to react to who it was, knowing she must have been at work currently if she answered the phone in such a way.
xxxx4-"How're you, Love?"- He asked, a grin on his lips. His adorable, whiskey beard had grown back, slightly blonding his jaw. With two fingers, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, releasing a bit of tension in his sinuses which had accumulated for some odd reason. Turning slowly into another lane, Po had turned down another street, this one with people who danced, their music blaring in the brisk winds which rolled by them.
xxxx4He smirked at the pedestrians and remembered his youth.
xxxx4It had been spent on the stages of an auditorium, though, he had his share of girl chasing. Or, rather, the girls chasing him. A grin washed his lips, seemingly appearing there for what seemed to be forever. He looked down at the phone once more, listening to what she had to say. Po sat back, pressing his foot against the brake lightly to slow down his speed.
[[Sorry about shortness. ^^;;]]With -best- sweet smile, you told a ℓιεxxxxxxxxxxxx«««xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAlways, you are a secret Layout credited to Pandamoniium
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 9:47 pm
♥ GiselleLorraine;; The French are glad to die for love...
They excite in fighting duals
But I prefer a man who lives
And gives expensive jewels Giselle felt a smile grow to her lips as she heard her old friends voice on the other line. She smiled and picked the phone up, loving the sound of his voice. Maybe that is why he was such a great actor. She smiled and leaned against the large bedposts that formed around her large king sized bed. Hello, my darling." she purred as she sank onto the sheets. Feeling like a little school girl, she laid on her stomach, holding the phone in one hand, and the hook on the other. She smiled and closed her eyes
"Darling, I'm simply bored out of my mind at the moment. I just got done with practice and if I hear the chords to Diamond's are a Girl's Best Friend one more time, I swear my ears will start to bleed." she said. Giselle sounded much different on the phone. She had a soft tone now, what Harold called her Sex Operator tone. She hated to admit it, but she did have a very sexy voice. She looked at the mirror that was against the wall opposite of her. She looked horrible.
Giselle sighed and rolled over onto her back and did a small cough, thankfully no large heaves. She smiled and purred into the phone, "So what is my darling Argentinean doing today? she asked, her voice turning slightly harsh at her next words, Off to see your little miss. Nini Legs-In-The-Air?" she asked. She knew it bugged him when she referred to the little Tramp in that way. But hey, they don't get along, so why should Po and Nini?
Closing her eyes, she sighed and muffled a yawn "Sorry for being so cruel m'love, but the whole rehearsal thing is getting to me. I have to meet some Duke for Harold, so we can get some funding going on for this hell hole." she said as she rolled over onto her stomach, waiting for his reply.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 10:10 pm
»»»ηoт enough, I want to { k n o w } youxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI seem to get cuts on my fingertips touching youThis time, there were no echoes. There were no sounds. There was just...
Silence.
Whispers soon grew, though, and augmenting themselves to more than a simple whisper. Sporadic bursts of laughter fits erupted in a pitch black quarter, giggles coming from a female, while scoffs and chuckles came from a male.
Covers ruffled and the sound of lips smacking together were the most beautiful sounds at the moment...
xxxx4Simply chuckling after a few of her phrases, Po had found himself presented on the topic about NiNi. His little... well, he didn't know what to call her. They were, well, 'friends with benefits', to put it in layman terms. A smirk crept across his face.
xxxx4-"Up, I think I might hear something you wouldn't like, though..."- He teased her, knowing that she did love the information of the play. -"Argentinean is not going to visit his lovely little NiNi,"- He replied, seeming a bit disarrayed with the random order of responses. He chuckled and came to a stop, looking in the back through his rear window where a male and female had pulled up behind him in the back.
xxxx4They beeped their horn and pulled up beside him, the blaring of the horn becoming louder.
xxxx4As Po grimaced at this, he watched as the two people in the car praised the actor, knowing who he was simply by his lovely little car. The most graceful Audi you've ever seen. He may have not been a many of many words, but his car had more detail to it than he wished it had. Smiling and waving at the two fans, he pressed on the gas while the light turned green. He didn't really know where he was going, maybe he would stop by Giselle and take her out for a ride. Just as payment for making sure he had arrived home safely last night. Or, this morning, or.. Wait, no, that wasn't Giselle, it was Annette. He pressed two fingers against his jaw, almost resting his chin on his hand in such a position as he drove, his left hand on the wheel. He rubbed the whiskers in his dirty-blond beard.
-"It's fine,"- He reassured her. -"Even I have my moments of disgruntlement."- Po McKathen was a big actor, and with all the critics telling him how to do his job, he... well, let's say he tended to get a bit upset.
xxxx4-"'Duke'?"- He echoed the name, listening to the rest of the statement. He 'hmm'ed interestingly, and looked through his window at a few cars riding by as well. He turned at another corner, this time, entering the Parkway. He was just about ten minutes or so from Annette's exit, and twelve or so from Giselle's. He decided to go to Giselle's place.
xxxx4-"Howard around?"- He asked, not really wishing to speak to the old man. He just needed to see how the ol' guy was keepin' up, since he hadn't heard anything of his last work.
Po pulled a small bottle from his bag, filled with water, and opened it, drinking a bit of the water before closing it between his legs and placed it back into the bag with great dexterity. A 'hmph' sounded from his lips prior to a small chuckle at the thought of Harold scrapping for money off of snobs. He really. really disdained those type of arrogant people.
With -best- sweet smile, you told a ℓιεxxxxxxxxxxxx«««xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAlways, you are a secret Layout credited to Pandamoniium
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 10:34 pm
♥ GiselleLorraine;; The French are glad to die for love...
They excite in fighting duals
But I prefer a man who lives
And gives expensive jewels Giselle laughed at her marvelous firiend, "No the Director isn't here." she said as she thought of her grimly. She hated being the one to persuade everyone. Giselle couldn't help that she was the best hostess around. She sighed and kicked her legs in the air, how droll it was to be by herself. Just as she was about to say something else, she remembered the sound in the background, "More avid fans of the marvelous Po? she purred as she laughed, she had those kinds of people, but hers were a lot more...forward?
"Back to original conversation, apparently this duke is able to bring some major investments to the place, and Harold thinks its the best for the business. Besides, Her voice started to trail off, her legs fell back to the bed, and she smiled into the phone. "He's going to make me a real actress" She said shaking her head, trying to comme back to reality
Giselle sighed and shook her head, knowing that it was only wishful thinnking. She sighed and leaned into the phone when she heard the door being pounded on, it was Chocolat, Harold's..well who knew what he was to Harold, "Darling, I need to head out, Chocolat is pounding and I am needed to rehears again." Giselle groaned into the phone. Damnation and Hellfire, she hated being this much in demand.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 10:57 pm
»»»ηoт enough, I want to { k n o w } youxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI seem to get cuts on my fingertips touching youNothin'... I got nothin'...
xxxx4A cough erupted from his throat as he listened to the woman speak. A smile crept across his face after he had cleared his throat. He just couldn't stop smiling.
xxxx4-"Mm?"- He heard her speak of his 'avid fans'. He chuckled and sat back even further a bit more 'laxed in his car than he was in his home.
xxxx4-"Sure..."- He whispered, his voice barely audible. He was very intrigued, though, by this Duke character. Giselle spoke of investments and this 'Duke' character helping her to become a real actress. He smiled.
xxxx4-"Y'don't say? Great to hear!"- He alerted her, pretty sure that it was going to happen. -"Just,"- He started, pausing a bit to form his words properly. -"Just tell me if anything goes wrong. I'll, y'know.... Set 'im straight..."- He chuckled, sure of what he just said. This was one of the few times Po revealed his protectiveness over his friends. He had been closest friends of Annette and Giselle, and he was the only big professional out of the three. Though, he hadn't known Annette prior to Howard's introduction of her and Christian.
xxxx4That boy had talent.
xxxx4He must have been in awe of the actor and actresses he got for the movie. His expression was so delightful that it almost made Po feel honored.
xxxx4He rolled his eyes, hearing the door pounding. -"Grah, I hear ya. Alright, Love, you'll do fine! Just don't strain your sexy voice too much, alright?"- He teased, looking at the phone between glances until she would hang up. -"Oh, and I'm comin' to get you after rehearsal, so make sure you call back."- He told her before she would hang up. A sigh escaped his lips, and he smiled, awaiting for her to say 'good bye'.
With -best- sweet smile, you told a ℓιεxxxxxxxxxxxx«««xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAlways, you are a secret Layout credited to Pandamoniium
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 11:07 pm
♥ GiselleLorraine;; The French are glad to die for love...
They excite in fighting duals
But I prefer a man who lives
And gives expensive jewels Giselle smiled and grinned, Okay darling, will do, I will call you as soon as I set my stilletto clad foot off the stage." she said. Blowing a kiss into the phone, she hung up, and was about to enter when Chocolate entered. She fronwed, but he gestures slowly to the makeup and costume people. She groaned and went back to the daily grind. She hated the feeling of this damn makeup, and the tigh- her thoughts were cut off when the lady tightened her corset. She felt her coughing fit coming. Groaning, she started to cough and make her way to the water .Pouring her a glass, she quickly downed it, the water tasting coppery like her blood. She wanted to tell someone, but she knew it would put her out of show business.
Stopping, she smiled and grabbed her hat, and went towards the stage, her heels clicking. She was so damn tired of this, she needed to get fitted for her costume, the one to greet the duke in. She sighed and pulled her bodice up more, damn things felt like her breast would fall out. Pulling the gloves on, she almsot ran into a delivery man, "erm, Flowers for Miss. Satine" he said, his voice gravely, his eyes glued to her chest. She sighed and tugged her robe on more, Set it in the room she said, and breezed past him, one more run through and she can go to sleep.
((GAH! Someone inspire me!!! I need a muse!!!!!))
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