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Post by Bethany Gerard on Jun 16, 2012 3:18:28 GMT -5
This has to be some kind of disgusting joke.
Those were Bethany's thoughts as she looked up at the Witch Weekly building. She had been called in for a photoshoot for the magazine. Bethany didn't even read the stupid tabloid let alone did she enjoy getting half-naked and posing for a camera. Could that classify as sexual harassment? How did they figure out who she was anyway? None of her family was famous, nor was she anything to talk about.
Again, it must have been some sick joke that Jackson was pulling. He must want to enjoy watching her be uncomfortable and loathe every minute of being in that office. Just imagining the inside made Bethany want to throw up. It was probably covered in pink and rainbows. It was time to go in.
She walked inside the building and had the most confused look on her face. Beth wore simple jeans, a T-Shirt with Nirvana on it and her red high-tops. The note she had received was still clutched in her hand as she tried to find which way to go.
What? You think Bethany actually went to pose? No. She went down there to tell them they had the wrong girl and there was no way in hell she would be doing some lame photoshoot. A woman passed her and Bethany quickly tapped her shoulder.
"Excuse me. Could you tell me where..." she looked on the paper, "'The Photoshoots Office' is? I got this thing today and I'm pretty sure they sent it to the wrong Bethany Gerard."
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Post by Ellie Loretta Warrick on Jun 19, 2012 8:16:38 GMT -5
Ellie had been working at the Witch Weekly Office once again, although this time for her own shoot. She rarely did cover shoots for magazines, it was more her style to strut her stuff on the catwalk but this had been a favor for a friend. Ellie had modeled as per usual, dressing in the clothing which she had been handed, changing it if she felt it were too bland or not stylish enough much to the wardrobe assistants annoyance. Ellie did what she liked and she got away with it, being famous had it's perks after all.
So on her way home, a smile on her face as she knew that Jesse would be there waiting for her so they could go clubbing, Ellie began to leave the offices, her high heels clacking loudly on the wooden floors. She had already planned out her outfit for the night, it was laid out neatly on her bedspread back at the mansion. Ellie loved clothing, it had always been a passion and with that came her fashion. Her wardrobe spanned the length of her room, the walk-in area being at least 5 meters in width which held shelves and hangers on either side. It truly was her haven.
Feeling a tapping on her shoulder she turned to stare down at the shorter probably younger girl who was there. The first thing that Ellie noticed was the state of her clothing and a small sneer graced her lips. "Well obviously they must have got it wrong. No one in their right mind would ask you to do anything involving a camera, especially clothed in that." Ellie felt repulsed at the mere state of the girl's clothing, it was an abomination.
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Post by Bethany Gerard on Jun 22, 2012 23:32:49 GMT -5
Bethany waited patiently for the woman's response and when the woman did reply, Beth wanted punch the lights out of her. Who the hell did this chick think she was?! "Excuse me?" Beth asked, anger clearly on her features, "I was trying to be nice, you don't need to be a complete bitch about it."The brunette examined the other woman. Oh God. She was one of those stuck up women who thought they were better than anyone else, that was when Beth recognized her. Ellie Warrick. With a 'gasp of horror', Beth put her hand over her mouth. "Oh. My. God. I'm so sorry I didn't know who you were! You're the whore that sleeps with every guy she meets, right? Yeah, I knew you looked so familiar." The faux apologetic look was now gone and Beth had crumpled the piece of paper in her hand. She wasn't afraid to stand her ground, all those fights hadn't been for nothing. ooc: Beth has a potty mouth. XD
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Post by Ellie Loretta Warrick on Jun 25, 2012 10:00:13 GMT -5
"Nice? Do you expect me to respond back to your niceness by being courteous myself? I don't see why I should be so willing to aid someone as poorly dressed as you, it's an embarrassment to even be seen talking with you." Ellie looked down on all those who were clueless about the fashion world, it meant that they had no pride in themselves if they didn't want to look good. People who didn't want to look good either thought they themselves were too ugly or they thought they were better than others. Both things Ellie sneered at, ugly people made her feel sick and no one could be better than her, she was Ellie Warrick.
"At least I pride myself in being able to get men falling at my feet," Ellie said, always one to have a different man on her arm every time the magazine and newspapers would have a photo of her plastered across the covers. "Unlike you who I suppose spends her nights alone, there wouldn't be a guy who'd look twice at someone as shabby as you."
Ellie just folded her arms under her breast, being taller than the decrepit girl made it easy to look down on her so Ellie did, a sneer on her face as she took in that outfit once more. Oh how she wished to burn it right there and then, just torch the material right off the body.
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Post by Bethany Gerard on Jul 8, 2012 12:10:31 GMT -5
Bethany couldn't say she was in shock at the woman's attitude. Honestly, she had quite expected it. The brunette hated people like her, they were the reason Bethany had given up on having friends so long ago, they were all like her. She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled, "You're right, I should have come here looking like a slut rather than dress how I want. How silly of me." One would think that a part of Bethany would be envious of people who had enough money to go out and go wild on clothes, partly she was but not because she wanted to have clothes. That would mean Beth would be able to support herself instead of leaning on Jay so much, some people with the money didn't know how good they had it.
"And getting STDs, I'm sure that's so much fun too." Her eyes rolled and her hand twitched, itching to roll into a fist and deck the girl. Her fingers curled at her next sentence and Bethany fought to keep her composure. But there would be so much satisfaction in breaking that most-likely-fake of a nose. "You're right. I do spend my nights alone because my boyfriend is on call. But when he gets home I get to show him how much I miss him, and unlike you, I actually get to see him the next day."
Her eyes took in the look on the woman's face and Beth glared right back at her. It was going to be a stare-off then? Fine, she could do that. But as soon as that lady made another comment, Beth's fist would be colliding with the other brunette's face.
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