baby you're a firework {{eliza}}

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] cos baby you're a firework It was yet another gorgeous day in Miami, Florida. Normally, Vivienne Fontaine would still be wearing jackets and jeans. In her hometown, Paris, France, it was still brisk. But, in Miami, it was hot. Viv was almost sweating, reguardless of the fact she didn't have much clothes on. Actually, the only clothes she really had was a pink dress that turned to green and then blue at the bottom. It cut off very short, just above mid thigh. Around her neck was a light brown bag, fringe hanging loose at the bottom. She didn't really need a purse, all she needed was to carry her phone, the credit card her father gave her, and some cash. Around her neck hung a necklace that spelled "believe" and heart shaped earrings hung on the lobes of her ears. Brown glasses were perched on the bridge of her nose and her ears, shading her eyes from the harmful rays of the sun. Lastly, her brown and green sandals, which cost her only fourty dollars, kept her feet from stepping on something. Technically, Viv wasn't supposed to leave her brother's side. Micha was here with her from France. Her twenty year old brother was also going to school here, out of all places. To Viv, it was pretty pointless. He could get into school anywhere and he picked Miami. Well, the scenery was beautiful, she couldn't blame him for wanting the beaches. Anyway, Viv and Micha were at the boardwalk, going through the shops and buying whatever they felt like. It was really nice coming from a family such as the Fontaine's. They had a seemingly endless supply of money, whether it be cash or credit cards. All five of the Fontaine kids were spoiled rotten and were used to getting what they wanted. Vivienne was a sweet kid that really did work for what she wanted, though. However, regardless of her good character, she had slipped off. Micha had told her he was going to a store Viv had no desire to go to (some video game store?), so she told him she'd text him later and slipped off. There were quite a few people who approached her, recognizing her from her work in movies. Or perhaps they just recognized her last name. Many people, however, didn't recognize her, and Viv wasn't offended. She was mainly an actress in France, so a good majority of Americans didn't understand who she was exactly. She was walking by a store when she caught sight of the cutest shirt she'd ever laid eyes on! A smile touched her beautiful features and she turned into the store, snatching the shirt right off the rack. The price tag read eighty-two dollars, which Viv paid in cash to the cashier, who knew exactly who the Fontaine's were. Quickly, the young blonde began out of the store again, waving a brief goodbye to the cashier before heading out onto the boardwalk again. She shoved the shirt neatly into her tiny bag and dropped the shopping bag into a trash can. Then, Vivienne continued on her way, thinking about texting her brother along the way. come on let your colours burst tagged eliza words 534 outfit here notes here it be! <3 sorry about the quality, had to hurry! credits irisheyes of C.20

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[ELIZA JEAN RAMIREZ]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

rolling over, the soft summer breeze hit her face. she let out a soft sigh and flickered her brown eyes open. eliza ramirez was actually not hungover this morning. something new for her. sitting up in bed she smiled looking at her reflection in the mirror on the wall behind the closed door. she heard the kids playing outside and downstairs sera playing with her dogs. getting up off the bed she walked out into the hallway and into the bathroom. granted, she was exhausted from working the past two days for 10 hours straight, but thats what she had to do. as much bad that was going on in her life, eliza had one good thing. her voice. and she was going to start using that for good.

finishing up with her hair and brushing her teeth in the bathroom, eliza headed back into her room and quietly shut the door. fearful of waking anyone who might still be sleeping. slipping out of her shorts and large tshirt that actually was judas's, eliza put on something more appropriate, a floral skirt and a white tank top. over top of the tank top she put on a blue button down shirt but kept it open. slipping white flats on her feet she was ready to go. she grabbed her phone off the charger, purse and keys from the desk and out the door she went. slipping down the steps without making a sound she grabbed a water from the fridge and out the door she went. where she was going? she had no idea, today was all about spoiling herself. maybe do some shopping, go to the spa, who knew. all she knew was she was going to drive.

a few moments after driving down the road she finally pulled off and parked. she was at the boardwalk. granted it wasnt really a boardwalk much then a concrete path with shops on it that connected to the beach. she put some quarters in the machin and gave herself four hours. a girl needed time to shop right? with that eliza spun on her heel and headed down the strip to the shops. she was walking briskly. three shops, 200 dollars and five bags later eliza was starting to get hungry. she paused in the middle of the boardwalk and looked up, there was viv. the only somewhat 'real' friend beside jude and sera that she had. she walked up to her, hoping that she didnt mind being seen with the dead beat celebrity. hey viv she said, cheerful and welcoming. hopefully viv would want to hang out, eliza needed as much friend-time as she could get, she was starting to feel more alone then ever.

WORDS IDKIDC TAGGED VIV / VEE NOTES IOH NOT MY BEST, IM SORRY.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] cos baby you're a firework Oooh, that store is cute! she thought to herself turning to take a step inside. That's when she heard the voice behind her, making the young blonde spin. The edges of her gloss covered lips curled up into a toothy smile when she saw that it was Eliza Ramirez. Vivienne had met her on one of her first days down in Florida. Supposedly, she was this run down singer who used to be some big celebrity, but Viv only saw her as someone who liked to have fun and as someone who needed comfort in a friend. So, Viv had been very nice to her and friendly, like she usually is, and they had become friends. Being a French actress, and a young one at that, Viv didn't much care about it hurting her career. The media could say what they wanted, but Vivienne was still going to befriend Eliza. "Hey, Eliza!" she greeted, her smile widening to show her nearly perfect white teeth. Dental work in France was great. "Looks like you're having yourself a hayday," she told her, glancing at the five bags she was hauling around. Her French accent was heavy as she spoke, sometimes making her hard to understand. "You must be getting tired carrying that around. Let's go grab a bite to eat or something." she offered, reaching out to take a couple of the bags from Eliza. Whether her older friend wanted her to or not, she planned to help her with the bags. That was the courteous thing to do. Surprisingly, they weren't that heavy, and Viv could easily carry them along with her while she walked. She grinned, gesturing for Eliza to follow. The fringe bag hanging around her neck bumped against her leg with every step she took and her necklace did the same with her neck. However, they didn't have to walk long, as Viv found a nice little resturant on the side that they could stop in before continuing their shopping spree. "Table for two, please," she told the waitress, who gave her a funny look and looked like she was about to ask if she could afford it. It seemed that the look disappeared a bit when she looked at Eliza, though. The waitress turned and led them to a table by the window, which Viv thought was great. The sunlight shone through the windows, even though they were slightly tinted, and made Viv grin a bit watching all the people go by. Some were just down-right ugly, and some were very pretty. Some were old with wrinkly skin and greying hair, some were young with long locks and bubbly eyes, like herself. Vivienne couldn't help but grin as she turned back to Eliza. "Spoiling yourself today, huh?" she asked Eliza, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Micha is supposed to be here with me, but he's out looking at some stupid video game. Boys are strange." she blabbed, her grey-blue eyes scanning the room. "Speaking of boys, how is Judas?" she grinned, feeling as if she's talked enough and needed to give Eliza a turn to blab. come on let your colours burst tagged eliza words 529 outfit here notes it was a good post! (: credits irisheyes of C.20

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[ELIZA JEAN RAMIREZ]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

knowing that she could ruin viv's career, and viv still hanging around her made eliza cherish the girl even more. viv was a sweetheart, and probably the only real friend besides judas and seraphina, that she had here on the island but they are like family. eliza felt her own lips curl into a smile as viv spun around to face her. i didnt scare you right? ju yells at me when i sneak up on him like this she chuckled. her relationship with him was complicated, and viv was the only person who seemed to never ask questions, minus the how is he etc etc. she never wanted to get in detail about eliza's life, and she liked that. not once for the course of knowing her, did eliza have to put herself in an awkward spot to answer one of viv's questions.

when viv spoke eliza's face lit up. her french accent was precious. as she spoke eliza couldnt help but chuckle. i love your accent viv. its so....you. she didnt know the right word, so thats what came out. she waited for viv to pause. yeah, i needed a day to myself really. get some new clothes and what not she lightly lifter her bags as if viv hadnt seen them already. when viv suggested lunch eliza simply nodded, the two had a great bond. as viv reached for a bag eliza refused but the little girl was pushy, so she caved. thanks, alot viv. she smiled as she walked in time next to viv towards the resturarunt.

as they walked inside the cool air hit eliza's face and sent chills down her back. oh my gosh, it feels heavenly in here. she closed her eyes and breathed in the sents, felt the air, and heard the sounds of the room. as the waitress looked at viv with a puzzled look eliza felt her eyes roll. she hated some people here in miami. they were so snobby and stuck up. just because they worked at a fancy shmancy place didnt mean they were queen or king. when the waitress let her eyes on eliza she felt her face go pale. she hated when people recognized her, for her failing career. she looked down at her feet and walked behind the waitress and viv and sat at the table, not looking up until the waitress was gone. god she wasnt great, at all eliza looked up fully at viv and listened as she spoke. sometimes her accent was very beautiful to just listen to. she didnt even realize viv was asking about ju.

oh hes..ya know...judas she chuckled yelling at me, but spoiling me. and always protecting sera and i. it can be a bit much, but i love the guy to death, and without him id probably be homeless she shrugged. it was true, eliza's parents kicked her out and she really had no one and no where to go.

WORDS IDKIDC TAGGED VIV / VEE NOTES MERP.

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