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Post by katalyst on May 23, 2012 10:27:11 GMT -5
[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 "I'm hungry, I'm leaving." Vivienne Fontaine called over her shoulder. She was in the house that she would be staying in for the next... however long it took to shoot this movie. Her family would be here with her, but right now she just had her brother. "Aimez-vous!" she called, not waiting for his reply. She grabbed her phone off of the table, shoved it in her brown bag, and took off out the door before he could stop her. He probably wouldn't stop her, though. If he did, it would be to ask her to get something for him. The Fontaine's were too famous to really care about where each other went. He was probably busy anyway. So, Viv took off down the street. There was a cute little resturant down the street that Viv could go to. She just needed food.
Vivienne wasn't really dressed up, actually she was dressed down, considering the lack of clothes she had on. Of course, not literally, but she wouldn't usually wear stuff like this in Paris. It would still be brisk now, but in Miami it was burning up! So, Viv had on her shortest pair of shorts, which did have holes on both sides, though they had pockets under them and showed no skin. She also had a white cami top on, thin but not thin enough to show through. A white beanie was perched on top of her mess of blonde hair. She liked the way they looked, so she decided to wear one. Resting on her ears and the bridge of her nose was a pair of brown glasses, which matched her bag and shoes. Her bag was hung around her neck. It was brown with fringe at the bottom and banged against her leg with every step she took. Her shoes were cute too, with a brown bottom and a light golden color for the unique straps. Diamond earrings went through the lobes of her ears and many silver bangles covered her right wrist. A heart shaped necklace hung around her neck.
Vivienne couldn't help but grin as she turned into the resturant. It was a cute little resturant. Good enough for the Fonaine's to eat in, anyway. There was a sign that said "seat yourself", so Viv shrugged quietly to herself and sat herself down at a table by the window. The sunlight shone through the window, regardless of the fact that the windows were tinted. It was alright though, Vivienne liked the sunlight. It gave her a good tan when she needed one, anyway. Though, Viv never liked to be too dark; it was unattractive with her light blonde hair. Quickly, Viv grabbed a menu from the table and opened it up, turning away from the drink menu. Looked like some good American food. She sure was missing her French food, though. Sighing, Viv waited patiently for her waitress, her eyes skimming through the menu as she did so.
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Post by ANNIE COLLEEN MILLER on May 23, 2012 16:19:33 GMT -5
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i slipped my hand under her skirt i said don't worry it's not gonna hurt oh my reputation's kinda clouded with dirt that's why you sleep with one eye open that's the price you pay i said hey girl with one eye get your filthy fingers out of my pie i said hey girl with one eye - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Annie had been promised her break an hour and fifteen minutes ago and so far it had not appeared. Whenever her supervisor – a laughable title, really, given to the most senior member of wait staff in the place but certainly not the most competent – rushed past, she would try to flag her down and remind her. Surprise surprise, though, her supervisor would suddenly become completely blind and deaf to Annie’s attempts at getting her attention, and as such, the elusive break still had not appeared.
This was only contributing to Annie’s all-round terrible mood. One of the other waitresses had called in sick because her dumbass kid had fallen down the stairs or something, and therefore Annie was having to cover both her own table section and the missing waitress’. Her mood wasn’t helped by the fact that it was practically a billion degrees outside and management was far too cheap to spring for air-con. It had been this hot yesterday as well, and foolishly she’d fallen asleep in the sun and woken up hours later to find her formerly lovely golden skin had transformed into a gross patchwork of violent red and stinging pink. The sunburn was making her deeply uncomfortable in terms of moving about, but what was infinitely worse was how every single customer she served thought they ought to comment on it. If one more idiot – just one – laughed, poked, pointed or recommended sun screen, she would probably scream.
But thankfully, at least, her shift was almost over. She’d been here since opening time, and the only good thing about opening up the diner and working through the breakfast rush was that she got to go home early in the afternoon. The best feeling in the world was leaving work knowing she still had some day left to enjoy. It was just annoying that it really didn't look like she was going to get that break, and she could be pretty damn sure they wouldn't pay her for working through it.
”Table six!” A call from behind her, the ring of the bell. She turned to see several plates had appeared in the hatch that lead to the kitchen, and immediately began piling them precariously into her arms. It was amazing to consider she’d been clumsy when she started working here. Nothing builds grace and poise like balancing trays of hot food all over your hands and arms and having to run with them.
”Table six!” She repeated back as confirmation that she’d picked up the order, then barrelled straight through to the main part of the diner. Table six happened to be a booth full of relaxed college students – frat boys, by the looks of them, slouching all over the place, laughing. They didn’t even glance up at her when she appeared beside their table. She served them their food with only the most perfunctory moments of eye contact, then bounced back on the balls of her feet. ”Anything else I can get you?”
She didn’t wait for an answer before she was off again, tearing instinctively across the linoleum floor towards the nearest unattended table. It was a little girl, but at first this detail didn’t register. ”Welcome to – ” She stopped, paused. ”You waitin’ for your parents or something?”
Across the diner, from the hatchway leading to the kitchen, came the insistent ‘ding!’ of the bell and a shout of ”Table Two!” Another table in her section. Quit your Goddamn hollering, she might have called back, if the little girl hadn’t been right there in front of her. With the pressing issue of table two behind her, Annie decided to forgo waiting for an answer. ”Never mind. What can I get you?”
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Post by katalyst on May 23, 2012 17:10:31 GMT -5
[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 Vivienne's blue-grey eyes skimmed through the menu, glancing at the pictures provided as well. That cheeseburger was really looking good... Viv's thoughts were interrupted as she heard a voice. "Welcome to - " she heard, but the girl's voice cut off. Instantly, Vivienne glanced up, giving her a warm smile. It faltered when the girl asked if she was waiting on her parents. "No, ma'am, I'm here to eat by myself." she told her, looking her over as she did so. The waitress was pretty, with long blonde hair that curled in places and fell down across her forehead, cutting of just above her eyes. She looked mature, Viv guessed twenty. Her teeth were pretty - straight and white. Thankfully, the girl asked her what she wanted, dropping the subject of her being here alone.
"This cheeseburger is really looking good, could I have one of those please? I also want a side of fries, but it would be awesome if you could add cheese and bacon bits on the top. And, I'd really like some chips and salsa as an appetizer. But for dessert, I think I'll take the cookies and cream ice cream... or, no, New York style cheesecake.. Umm... I guess I'll have both. And to drink, I want a large chocolate shake." she told the waitress in dead seriousness. She nodded her head solemnly and gave her an award winning smile. Too much food? There was no way that Vivienne could eat this alone. She would definitely need a take out menu.. but she was so hungry!
It would be all right in the world of this Fontaine. She had two hundred dollars cash sitting in her pocket, just itching to be spent. If nothing else, her brother was right down the street, he might want some. Grinning at the waitress, Vivienne put the menu down and glanced up at her. "Did you get all that? I tend to talk a little fast sometimes. Or talk too much." she explained, nodding her head as she did so. "How long do you think it'll take to get all of the food out here? I've got to be on set in an hour and..." Viv's eyes skimmed around the room until they found a clock. "Forty five minutes." she told the waitress, whose name she didn't even know. Didn't matter, Viv was just talking. Eating alone can be very... lonely.
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Post by ANNIE COLLEEN MILLER on May 23, 2012 18:11:23 GMT -5
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i slipped my hand under her skirt i said don't worry it's not gonna hurt oh my reputation's kinda clouded with dirt that's why you sleep with one eye open that's the price you pay i said hey girl with one eye get your filthy fingers out of my pie i said hey girl with one eye - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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“No, ma’am, I’m here to eat by myself.” Ma’am – good Lord. For some reason that tickled Annie. No one in their right mind would ever call her ‘ma’am’. She wasn’t nearly old or respectable enough for that. Smiling a little in spite of herself, she gave her name badge a quick tap. It was upside down and it said her name was ‘Arlene’, but whatever. ‘Upside Down Arlene’ was better than ‘Ma’am’.
She gave the girl a brief once-over, wondering briefly what kind of precocious kid goes out lunching by herself. When she was that age – what, ten, eleven? – she’d never really gone anywhere without her father. Mostly ‘cos he kept the money under lock and key – and most of that he spent on booze and nude magazines – and there isn’t a whole lot you can do in tourist trap Miami without a little cash on hand.
“Table two!” Another call from behind her. Annie ignored it, but it managed to snap her out of her vague curiosity. She remembered she had about ten minutes left of her shift, and she was in the middle of serving a customer, and she wanted a cigarette so badly her gums were aching, and she didn’t really care either way what business a little kid has with wandering in and buying lunch all by her lonesome.
The girl started rattling off an order of epic proportions. Annie raised her eyebrows slightly, then began scribbling the order down in hasty shorthand. It was pretty tough. She was really talking fast and she had some kind of fruity European accent that complicated things somewhat. It was adorable, sure, but it didn’t make it easy to catch everything she said. “Whoa, okay.” Annie said, when it looked like she was done. “So that’s one cheeseburger, side of fries topped with bacon and cheese, chips and salsa, a New York cheesecake and a large chocolate shake. That right? I didn’t miss anything?”
A pause. Annie shook her head, said lightly: ”Damn, kid. Where are you gonna put all that food? No way you’re gonna stay so skinny with a feast like that.” Okay. Not exactly the most tactful of comments. But she’d constantly been scolded about not having much friendly interaction with her customers, so even saying something other than ‘may I take your order?’ must have been an improvement. Right? Anyway, she was a kid. What do kids know about tact?
“How long do you think it’ll take to get all of the food out here? I’ve got to be back on set in an hour and forty five minutes…” The girl was saying now, and Annie shrugged. ”Shouldn’t take too long. Tell you what, my shift ends in ten minutes and I’ll make sure you got your food by then, ‘kay?” A pause. She remembered about the small talk she was supposed to be making. ”Back on set, huh? You’re one of them movie people?” Annie had a very dim awareness that there was some big movie shoot going on nearby, but had little interest in it. She didn’t really care much for movies and things like that. Didn’t even own a television. You could call her backwards, but she just believed there had to be better things she could be doing rather than sitting in front a screen all the time.
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Post by katalyst on May 23, 2012 19:46:33 GMT -5
[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 Vivienne watched the waitress, who tapped at the name tag that said enelrA (which Viv translated to be Arlene), give the young French actress a look over. Viv might have been crazy, but she could have swore that the look was a bit disapproving. Oh well. Viv quickly shook it off, her grin staying as she looked to enelrA, or Arlene. When she heard her order repeated, she nodded lightly. "Yeah. I'm going to take the cookies and cream, too, though. I can't decide which I want, so I think I'll just eat both." she explained, crossing her legs under the table and putting her hands in her lap. Manners came naturally to the girl, as they were well enforced in France. Her family may be filthy rich snobs, but they knew how to behave, especially in public.
She listened carefully to what Arlene said, glancing up at her gorgeous blonde hair, which curled so perfectly. For the most part, Vivienne's was just straight, and that's how the rest of her family's hair was. Viv's lips opened in a toothy grin, showing her nearly perfect white teeth. "I'll find somewhere to put it. It may have a nice spot in my fridge if my stomach doesn't cooperate with me." she told the waitress, pausing for a moment. "I'll work it off tomorrow, if I even gain anything. My mother was anorexic for the longest time; I take after her... without the self starvation, obviously." she murmured, remembering her mother when she was little and how deathly skinny she was. Vivienne was little, though, and she could hardly remember anything other than her mother's image. And she might not have even remembered that if it weren't for the media photographing her every move.
Viv grinned when Arlene told her that she would have her food before her shift ended. "Thank you!" Vivienne genuinely appreciated that, as her stomach was growling like a ferocious monster inside of her. Vivienne couldn't help but grin like an idiot when she asked if she was one of those "move people". "Oh, yes. Actually, I mainly work in France. That's where I was born. But, I got a job here about a month ago and moved here to get started on it. We haven't started the first scene yet!" she explained, feeling like she could blab forever about her career. In truth, she didn't play sports, and she didn't really do anything musical. She was just an actress, plain and simple, born into a family of actors and actresses. This French teen was proud of that. "It's gunna be a really cool movie. You should go see it when it comes out." she suggested, offering a warm smile.
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Post by ANNIE COLLEEN MILLER on May 24, 2012 7:51:11 GMT -5
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i slipped my hand under her skirt i said don't worry it's not gonna hurt oh my reputation's kinda clouded with dirt that's why you sleep with one eye open that's the price you pay i said hey girl with one eye get your filthy fingers out of my pie i said hey girl with one eye - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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”Uh-huh. Cookies and cream. Wouldn’t want to forget that.” She made a quick amendment to the order on her notepad, then tucked her pencil swiftly behind her ear. ‘Behind the ear’ was her default place for keeping anything of remote importance. Right now, she had the cigarette she was dying to smoke behind her left, and the pencil behind her right. She’d also been known to keep money up there – rolls of dollar bills curled neatly cylindrical and tied with an elastic band. She wasn’t sure why. It was just something she’d always done.
For a second, she watched the girl crossing her legs, folding her hands in her lap, ever so elegantly – momentarily mesmerised by how adult she seemed. So ladylike. There were times where Annie would have killed to be able to move so gracefully without even thinking about it. As if poise were as easy as breathing. But she’d given up on that now. She would never be a beautiful, elegant lady, and that was okay with her now. She could burp the alphabet and roll a cigarette and didn’t mind getting dirt and gunk under her fingernails, so why would she care about manners and grace?
The kid was talking again, in that fruity little accent. What was that? French? Anyway, she was still speeding through pretty fast, and Annie only caught the last part of it: “… if I ever gain anything. My mother was anorexic for the longest time; I take after her… without the self-starvation, obviously.”
Annie blanched a little, surprised by the intimacy of this detail. It sort of reminded her of the kind of thing she said, if she felt someone was being too friendly. The best way to get rid of someone, she found, was by revealing something exceptionally personal and uncomfortable. Nine times out of ten, they’ll get awkward and slink away. She didn’t think the girl was trying to do that (although maybe she was). Maybe it was just a cultural thing. Maybe in Europe people regularly go round telling perfect strangers about their family skeletons.
Then she remembered that the kid was one of the movie people. Famous family. Everyone probably already knew this stuff.
“Mothers.” Annie commented after a beat, rolling her eyes skyward. Mine was a compulsive liar who walked out when I was little, she might have added, if it was any of the kid’s business, or if she were trying to drive her away. All the same she suddenly felt a little splinter of worry, shame, for making the comment that the girl wouldn’t stay skinny if she ate like that. She tried to correct herself: “Anyway, don’t you be starving yourself, honey. A girl’s gotta eat.”
The girl confirmed she was French, and Annie felt a brief moment of vindication. “Bet Miami’s a bit different to France. You liking it so far?” She commented conversationally, remembering to make her small talk. Then, in response to the suggestion that she go see this movie when it came out: “You know I might just do that.” She wouldn’t. She didn’t have any real interest in movies at all, but what the hell? The kid wouldn’t know if she saw it or not. “What’s it about?”
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Post by katalyst on May 24, 2012 8:59:20 GMT -5
[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 Vivienne's stomach let out a growl that rumbled inside of her, though she doubted (and hoped) that Arlene didn't hear it. Instead, she covered it up with another award winning smile. She would wear it on the Oscars one day, but for now she just had to focus on her career. Viv nodded when the blonde waitress confirmed her last request of cookies and cream ice cream. Mmmmm. The thought of eating right now made Viv's mouth water - almost. If it weren't for the fact that she closed her mouth to keep from drooling on the table like an idiot. What would mom and dad think about that, eh? Speaking of her parents, she looked up when Arlene commented, "Mothers." Viv couldn't help but grin again, memories of her own mother coming back to her. She hadn't seen her in what felt like a life time.
Her mother had been gone for a few months to work on a movie in Italy when Vivienne was offered the job. Of course, her father was with her at the time, and told her to take it. He also told her brother, Micha, to come with her, though it turned out that his twin, Diandre, came too. She loved them both, but she didn't get to see her mother. Even though she'd talked to her over the phone, it just wasn't the same as actually getting to hug her and see her smile because she's proud of you. Mom was proud of her, right? Memories of the days when she was a child flooded back to her. When her mother would push her on the swings at the local park, but it was ruined when children and parents alike would swarm her mother and beg her for autographs. But there was always the time at home, when she was home, that she would cook them pies and cookies. Even though they were burnt half of the time, it's the thought that counts.
The waitress's comment about girls needing to eat brought her out of her childhood memories and made her smile, nodding her head. It was when she brought up France that her smile widened, her teeth revealing themselves once more. "Oh yes, it's loads different. I like it though. In France, it'd still be a bit brisk right now, but here I can wear my shorts and a tank top and be fine. Plus, I love the beaches." she explained, thinking of her friend, Adele, who would be here soon. They had planned a day at the beach and a night on the town and Viv knew it would be glorious. It's too bad Aiden, Adele's brother, wouldn't be coming up with her. He was a sweet kid, she liked him a lot. Viv drew herself out of her thoughts once more and smiled widely as the waitress said she would go see it and asked what it was about.
"Well, it's about this really poor family - I play one of the daughters. They're so poor actually that they lose their house, so the kids have to do something to get money for their family." she nodded, recalling the storyline like it was imprinted in her brain. "So, they start surfing. Each of the kids is really good, so after a bit of training they go to the biggest surfing tournament around. It pays first place through fifth place, so the kids are all entering to get the money. Long story short, they have to compete against each other and get the money for their family. It's a super sweet movie." she finished, grinning like a maniac by the end of it. Her character finished second, but she didn't want to spoil everything for Arlene, if she really did go see the movie.
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