| .its just my job.; Stella needs to fly out for "work" | |
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| Stella Harlow | Jan 7 2014, 10:43 PM Post #1 |
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She supposes this temporary living arrangement is as good as any; at least for now. And God knows, she has seen dives that she couldn't even begin to properly describe over the past 70 something years, and as such, was no longer as quick to judge as so many of her blood were. Which does not mean that she cannot tell quality instantly; she has been gifted with a -keen- eye both for beauty of the flesh as well as the type that proclaims itself as couture, something that has caused many Kindred within the insular fashion world they wobbled and swayed in, to be somewhat miffed with her; except it really is impossible to stay pissed at Stella for very long, because like a happy ,sparkly eyed fairy, she neither notices nor cares, traipsing about in her high heels, perpetual cigarette hanging from her fingers; at best, one could hope to keep up and be noticed; at worst? Well, there are always -plenty- of other fish in the sea darling. She is standing outside the Elysium building, waiting for the taxi that is to take her to the airport.From there, she is taking a flight to NYC, and as it is early on in the night, nothing should happen even if there was a delay due to the weather. Which, she muses, lifting her face to the already jet black sky,silvery snowflakes seeming to brush at her skin like the most delicate of feathers, tickling her, just might be a possibility. While in NYC, she has an appointment with someone who just might help her help Armande and his sadness; she doesn't have many friends these nights, so she is somewhat clucky and fussy when it comes to those she has. Christ, she thinks on a plume of smoke, this place really needs a few good places to liven it up, bring the blood pumping back into its body.Some say the city is dead for good, but she has seen far worse a cemetery come back to resplendence. it was simply all the will of the Kindred occupying the place. She spots a neon light up ahead cutting through the falling gently snow, and waves. |
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