hey ya ., estelle

[rhett osanne.]

- - - - -Through some insane, twisting form of connection, Rhett had met Estelle. It was probably while waiting for some vaguely specified photoshoot to be over so himself and his girlfriend could return to the large apartment, beautiful now because she’d made it that way. It probably had nothing to do with the way fate intended them to be friends, or his originally sarcastic responses to her questions and statements. But somehow, somewhere along the way, a sort of friendship had been formed. It wasn’t really confined to any location or time, but more of the kind of friend you could call up at any time of night just to talk; not necessarily best friends, just close. Somehow, Rhett’s personality had branched to include yet another female in his circle of what, two people? There were two people in the entire world he liked, and it was vaguely pathetic that he recognized this and made no move to correct it, rather embraced it. Since the absence of his work made it a little easier to be less tense, Rhett had been spending a lot of time waiting for Dolores, and it was really no surprise that his subconscious decided it would be a good idea to find someone to talk to. Estelle was sweet, charming.. Everything he would have despised, if he didn’t know now to give it a chance as a friend, which he’d done anyway… maybe it hadn’t been a great effort on his part, but it had only taken a week or two before he was spending a good deal of his free time with the lass, the two of them chattering on and him assaulting her, her taking it and spitting it right back in his face without a hint of offense. They went to lunch, to the movies, to the mall.. He was her chauffeur, and then when he came home he’d curl up with Doli and things were okay. Not the best they’d ever been, but they were okay, that was for sure. So it was no surprise that with a good deal of free time, when Stelle had called him up and asked if he’d pick her up from the agency, he’d agreed.

- - - - -The slight spring chill putting a rush in his step, Rhett made his way down to the car sitting in the garage, something he’d flown over despite the fact that Paris was very much a walking city. Like he’d leave his baby in America when he could so easily keep it parked in a designated spot on the street, right? Nodding to the doorman, he slid into the plush leather seats and turned down the music, some strange trance shit Doli had cranked the last time she was using the beast, as he’d playfully nicknamed it while intoxicated beyond the legal limit. Which was pretty hard to beat in France, where wine was served to the little kids walking around in the street. Cigarettes too. No one questioned the use of them here or there or everywhere, if there was a thirteen year old smoking it was fine, so long as his or her parents knew. Pulling out of the garage, Rhett lit a cigarette to compensate for merely thinking about it for so long, his lips tingling with anticipation as delicate, long fingers tapped on the steering wheel and his lips curled into an expectant smile. The agency and magazine building wasn’t very far away from the apartment, which may or may not have been a determining factor in her job, he wasn’t really sure.. But it didn’t seem like it mattered much, considering she walked everywhere anyway, unless it involved groceries. At times like these, he preferred the car. What was the point of picking someone up when you were both walking? Stopping in front of the agency, he rolled down his window and grinned at the slender female, presumably waiting outside for him, and leaned over the inside of the car to open the door for her, not really saying anything but glancing over as she seemed to get in the car. “Well, where to, Ms. Daisy?”

[/color][/i] he questioned, mimicking the tone of the actor near perfectly, despite his slight german accent predominantly making his words harsh, fixed more.

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[estelle reneau]

Odd. That was the only suitable word that could be used to describe the young girl's transition from a simple student to a model. Of course, it was a drastic change from her relatively dull life and the feeling of uneasiness was only natural. When it came to this line of work, it was quite hard for Estelle to exude the confidence that most models seemed to be born with. This was apparent in her behavior and composure when it came to working with photographers during photo shoots. During these past few weeks, her usual vivacious personality had been rapidly diminishing. She was unsure whether it was her inability to take and use constructive criticism or the sudden change of pace in her life. The only certain thing was that someone that made her time with the newly formed agency somewhat bearable. Somehow, just the sight of him melted those butterflies that anxiety seemed to cause during every photo shoot. Rhett could very well be some kind of unconventional guardian angel. Sure, he didn't have the obvious patience and compassion one would look for in a guardian angel. But maybe that's what she found appealing about his personality. No matter what insults were thrown back and forth between the two, she always found herself planning or accepting invitations to outings with the man. The memory of how they had met was already long gone, despite the short amount of time they had known each other. Also, she had already managed to instill a strange kind of trust in him. Even though the extent of their friendship was unknown, there was something in the back of her head that labeled him a best friend. He was the closet thing she had to one at this moment. And why wouldn't she think that? With their frequent outings and conversations, she certainly depended on him like a best friend would. That would be why she didn't even hesitate to dial his number even before her photo shoot for the day had come to an end.

It was as though having a line of awkward photo shoots had become a routine for the young girl. Today certainly wasn't an exception, one could see the photographer planning out Estelle's murder in his head. She wasn't a difficult model to work with, she was just..lacking. Directions had to be given almost every nano second and she was just unable to keep up. Disappointment lingered in the air as the disgruntled photographer dismissed her. "Um..Merci!" Estelle's soft voice called out to one in particular as she hastily stuffed her belongings into a rather large purse and exited the room with equal speed. As her pace quickened and she made her out of the building, her eyes were firmly planted on the ground. It was almost as though the girl was shy - which was quite a contrast to her true personality. She released a long sigh that was filled with both frustration and annoyance. Never before had she had a hard time bringing out her playfulness and humor and it was a surprisingly hard problem to adjust. But at this moment, she decided to save problem solving time for later. Spending time with Rhett was her top priority for the rest of day, and she intended on having a great day in spite of the prior events. Estelle pushed through the front doors of the building with high expectations that Rhett would have already arrived. "Hm.." She muttered quietly when his car didn't come into view.

This irritated her, of course it just wasn't him not being there but the thought of how horrible her photo shoot had just gone kept popping back into her head. Estelle almost had to repress the urge to whip out her phone and send him a profanity filled lecture on punctuality. Even though she decided against it, she still rummaged through her purse for her cell. Maybe he just needed a reminder. The girl was interrupted halfway by a voice she was well accustomed to, her lips curved into a large grin as she looked up and matched a face to that voice. She eagerly slipped into the car, "Anywhere but this sucky building, sir

[/color]." Resting her head back and releasing another throaty sigh, "You know how many times I have sighed today? You know how many times that sucky photographer shot imaginary lasers at the back of my head? You know how many times he told me to change my pose? You know how many times he told me to rethink this career path? You know how many times he's probably going to have to edit my photos? Honestly, I'm a sucky model[/color]." Her long winded rant suddenly flowed out, the look on her face and apparent irritation made her seem like a thirteen year old girl spilling her frustrations out to her best friend. Though, it was unsure if Rhett would be as comforting as she wanted or needed.[/blockquote][/blockquote] [/font][/size]

[rhett osanne.]

- - - - -Honestly, he didn’t get it. There was no reservoir of information about the difficulty of posing for pictures in Rhett’s brain. He didn’t understand how people starved themselves to stand in front of a camera, he didn’t understand how parading around in ridiculous clothes as at all respectable or even wanted by people. Being a model was a joke to him, on most levels. Especially when it came to those racy shoots. Sure, it was instant stardom, but around ten percent of people would know your name, so it wasn’t like you were going to end up being fucking Naomi Campbell or Adriana Lima, and not everybody even knew who they were. To him, it was just a stupid waste of time. It was a line of work where you could be fired on the spot for having gained an inch or a pound, and granted, he should have understood what it was like to bow to someone else’s commands all the time, his had been of his own will and submission.. And this was just like sticking someone in a torture chamber and holding them in there for longer than they were ever meant to last. The cons definitely outweighed the pros in his mind, and call it just being a guy with a dick, but he couldn’t see any use for most of the bone-thin models who walked through those doors. So far the only person he’d even found himself remotely attracted to was Doli, and she hadn’t started off in that business. Frowning just slightly as she slid in, he didn’t bother to tell her to buckle up, assuming she’d do so anyway as he started the long drive to one of those random, completely uncharted places they always seemed to end up at. But for this specific venture, they’d be going slightly out of town to visit a winery he was planning on buying sometime in the next week or so, and then he’d change the way they ran it, kick out the old shitty management and bring in new people who knew what they were doing. Wha-la. The instant formula for a successful company, and when he was finished with it he’d just sell it off like he did all the others. It wasn’t hard at all, and it got him so much money he rivaled Bill Gates when push came to shove. Running his fingers through his hair, Rhett glanced at her sideways and offered a grin, of sorts.

- - - - -“I really don’t understand how it’s difficult to stand there and pout like someone just pissed in your cheerios,”

[/color][/i] he shrugged, using only one hand to drive as he essentially floored it. You could hear the wind whipping by the aerodynamic black car, pouring over it like it was liquid and they were going underwater. Underneath the din you could still hear the slight crooning of Norah Jones, one of the many Cds he ended up accidentally keeping from a client.

- - - - -For someone like Estelle, he would have thought it would be easy to convey the expression they wanted, the look they felt was necessary to portray a certain character or theme. It didn’t seem like she’d have trouble keeping her chin just that way or tilting her body at such an angle, he’d always sort of pictured her just moving around like the confident ball of energy she was, jumping on shit and pulling her hair in different directions. However it was that these photoshoots went, he never knew. “The good news is you can drink away your sorrows,”[/color][/i] which was the truth, but chances were that they probably weren’t going to. Or at least, he hoped she had a bit more tolerance than someone of her size should, if she did choose to drink. He didn’t want to deal with an inebriated fool making his deal less successful than it otherwise would have been. “I wasn’t originally going to go today, but I’m supposed to go check out this vineyard right outside of Paris.”[/color][/i] and he neglected to tell her that he was checking up on it, to make sure it was run the way they said it was run.. So he wouldn’t be dealing with stuff he’d never heard about when he took it over. “And hey,”[/color][/i] he paused, bringing a cigarette out with his free hand and watching as the world flew by them, just outside the window. “Obviously you’re not that shitty, or you wouldn’t have had the job in the first place. Light?”[/color][/i] he questioned, holding the pack out to her. He’d been smoking French Cigarettes for so long that anything else seemed devastatingly inadequate… even in America, he’d paid someone to bring them over. Chainsmoking was bad enough, but when you had to do it on cheap cigarettes, a part of you went missing.

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[estelle reneau]

Estelle planted her face in her palms and released a muffled groan of frustration, her hopes that Rhett would offer some words of support were thwarted. She didn't even receive a comforting pat on the back, just a grin? Yes, she didn't view him as the model confidant, but who else could she complain to? It wasn't as though she could call her parents to put her at ease, they would just write her off as childish and order her to return home. Their reaction to their daughter's new job was both surprising and expected. A part of Estelle wanted to please them with her decision, but common sense already told her otherwise. They actually went as far as to taking away her camera with the thought that without a camera, she would be unable to send photographs to any agency. Being as stubborn and ambitious as she was, the girl still went through with her plan to become a model. That task was fairly easy to accomplish when compared to the task of telling her parents that she had gone against her wishes. Model wasn't even on the list of suitable occupations that her parents had instilled in her head from a young age. Doctor, lawyer and so forth were more along the lines. Out of fear and that dreadful feeling of anxiety, Estelle decided against telling her parents. Instead, she decided to move to Paris without a word to anyone. Even though she was eighteen and the law considered her an adult, her family as well as her peers knew better. Although she had sound judgment, there were just those times when one couldn't believe the horrible decisions she made. And moving to Paris didn't really help her case. Despite her parents pleads for her to return home and continue with her studies, she stood her ground. Gradually, their pleads turned into shrugs of indifference. They had done their part, lived their lives and if she wanted to mess up hers, it was up to her. Like any young girl with dreams, Estelle got that burst of confidence and certainty. Partially due to those motivational songs about artists going through a struggle and making it to the top. It was harder than it seemed, as the situation came to prove. Modeling was suppose to be relatively easy. That was the deal breaker; that one thing that pushed her towards it. Lending your face and body to earn a rather large amount of money, that wasn't suppose to be hard at all. Maybe she could disregard her lack of success as just..a bad start. Yes, that thought was more suitable and encouraging than Rhett's stupid grin. Her mind was about to roll out a few more pep thoughts when Rhett spoke up.

Estelle slid her hand up her face and across the curls of hair on her head, smudging the makeup that had been carefully applied on her eyes and cheeks for the shoot. If that wasn't unattractive enough, she just had to cringe when she processed Rhett's words. "Are you dumb? It's actually unbelievably difficult." She replied in a huffy tone. He wasn't wrong to think so, seeing as she had the same mind set before coming actually getting involved in the world of fashion. Regardless of that, the girl still found herself angry at his comment. Estelle looked away from him and towards the window, finally taking in account the rest of the world. It had just occurred to her that he had begun to drive as she mindlessly slid her seatbelt across her body and into it's slot. Her ears picked up on the soft and calming buzzing of a woman's voice but she could not for the life of her figure out where it was coming from. With several quick and sudden turns of her head, her sight finally landed on the car's radio. Without the feeling embarrassment or stupidity, she leaned forward and raised the volume slightly. With that simple action, she leaned back into her seat and crossed her arms. It wasn't quite clear if she was still irritated because of her photo shoot or if she had turned on Rhett for speaking. Her face was set in a pout similar to that of a seven year old's and she refused to make any eye contact with Rhett until he spoke once again.

"You should have said that before." She squealed, her body leaning to the side as though she was about to punch him. Which she was, until the realization that, that would not be that best thing to do while he was driving set in. Estelle probably resembled an alcoholic at the moment, with the way her face lit up when he mentioned drinking. The truth was, it had been ages before her last drink and he was right, what better way to drink away your sorrows than with alcohol? "Vineyard?" She repeated as her brow crinkled. When she talked about her drinking experiences, they always involved vodka or beer or some other kind of juvenile alcoholic beverage. Wine wasn't something she had ever tried, and with those descriptions of a bitter, burning taste - it didn't seem like something she wanted to try. But today, she wouldn't mind it. "I feel like I'm a movie star, like driving to Vineyard outside of Paris is something I do regularly.!" EStelle suddenly exclaimed, her previous state of doubt and concern had completely disappeared in a matter of seconds. She grinned as the words of support she had been waiting for since getting in the car finally arrived. They weren't as great as she had been expecting, but she was fine with that. "You have awful timing." She teased playfully and looked down at the pack of cigarettes being offered to her. "Hm, why not?" She slid out one thin cigarette and placed it in between her lips, cautiously balancing it as she leaned in closer, silently ordering him to light it.

[rhett osanne.]

- - - - - Rhett had never really been that swell with reenacting the ways of people, or pretending to be sympathetic. The only time he could comfort someone was when he either agreed with their downfall or had a part in it, and this situation was neither. Estelle was just someone who’s company he usually enjoyed, but when she was upset it was clear he could either ignore her or not make a comment, but saying what he actually thought was not a viable option and getting smacked on the hand with a spatula or something worse, like had happened to him before, was a completely possible response. He didn’t make another sound as she seemed to reject his statement, rolling his eyes in their sockets in a vague form of frustration. He wasn’t her slave, not under any circumstances and comforting someone was not in the job description. At least, not in the one he’d signed up for. Even as a child he’d fallen short by way of making people feel safe and sound, when he’d been told to watch over his younger sister, the night would typically end with him just sitting outside her door while she wailed inconsolably from something one of the other brothers had said, his eyes squeezed shut and his knees drawn to his chest in a vague attempt to ward off whatever trouble might be coming his way, however inevitable it may have been. But that was life and you got used to it, for Rhett getting used to it meant he didn’t bother to keep someone from crying. Why hide your true feelings, anyway? That whole gist was stupid as well in his opinion. We all know he was stubborn enough to not even consider the fact that it had been around six months now he was head over heels for Doli, and he hadn’t said a word about it. In fact, he was pretty sure both of them were skirting around the subject like talking about it would bring on the plague; neither were really ready or willing to go and stay there. Eyes trained on the road and purposefully refusing to acknowledge her pouting face, Rhett remained silent as she cranked up the radio and tuned him out, even though he wasn’t saying much of anything to begin with. He imagined it to be a difficult task, being so far up your own ass that you had to shut out someone who wasn’t even saying anything. He couldn’t help but grin at that, lips turned up in a smile that may have at once seemed ridiculous and frustrating, to her, at least. It wouldn’t be long before she actually would punch him, and he’d just roll his eyes again and pull over until she thought it would be a good idea to continue on their journey. He treated Estelle as he would an angst-ridden teenager, something he continuously reminded himself… she was. Sometimes it was hard to believe, but now it was more like he was toting around a tired, cranky small child. “I hope you don’t insist on acting like this when we get there, I’m not above leaving you in the car.” he shrugged conversationally, smirk still evident over rosy lips as he seemed to breathe out a plume of smoke, and offer her another glance. “I thought you might be able to behave yourself, but if not other things can be arranged.” eyebrow raised, he chuckled lightly.. This would not go without punishment. He’d be slapped, punched, insulted.. Something. She was one of the few who would retaliate against him instead of just wander off and find something else to do. The twenty five year old released a sigh, blue eyes still focused on the road although nothing was coming or going. Just pavement and the sound of his tires on it, the wind outside of the building.


- - - - - When she seemed to come around, he offered a quick smile and a nod of the head to indicate that yes, she had heard right and yes, they were going to a vineyard. A small, locally owned one that he hoped to turn into something of a corporation before auctioning it off to the highest bidder. “Yes, The Chartreaux family happens to be a nice one,” he offered a bit of a perplexed complexion before finally releasing the drag he’d taken, expelling the smoke through is full lips and turning to her just briefly, one hand still perched on the leather-covered steering wheel. “And they’re going to let me visit a bit ahead of time.” which was a cryptically phrased version of We’re crashing their party. and he didn’t intend on telling her that either, because eventually she’d figure it out. A bit of an unscheduled wine-tasting, if you would. Releasing a chuckle at her phrase, he shook his head in slight contrast to what he was doing, following up with a shooting down of that option and a curt grin. “I don’t think a movie star would have makeup like that, though.. There’s napkins in the glove box. What was the theme of the shoot, anyway?” because she kind of had thick black eyeliner all over her face, and she looked a bit like Frankenstein’s bride if he did say so himself. Not to mention she’d rubbed it in, and now it sort of looked like she’d been bawling her eyes out. Yeah… napkins.


- - - - - Holding out the lighter, he ignited the cancerous stick between her lips with ease, practice from having done it millions of times, over and over and over again. It was like second nature, this ability to light cigarettes when the time came. She didn’t even have to ask him, he would have done it anyway. Gentlemanly and whatnot. “I think we’ve got like.. Twenty more minutes to go. So unless you plan on protesting my existence, talk. Fill the silence with something other than whiny bitch.”

[estelle reneau]

Her rather sudden change of emotions was completely odd yet typical of the young girl. Mood swings were something that she frequently experienced, she could be upset for one moment then joyful the next. It wasn't something she trained herself to do, she simply just couldn't control it. Despite how hard she tried to hide her emotions at times, just one look at her unfortunately expressive face could reveal what she was feeling. Being as sensitive as she was, almost everything bruised her inside. The girl tried to keep a tough demeanor and act as if nothing could get to her, as if sticks and stones may hurt my bones but words would never hurt me. was her motto. As we all know, that's bullshit. Although Estelle wasn't the type to break down and cry whenever she was hurt, she had an alternative way to deal with it. Striking someone who has offended her wasn't an unusual thing to see her do. From a young age, that had always been her signature when upset. No one was out of her reach when her violent nature came out. Her peers literally scattered whenever she started screaming on the top of her lungs and flailing her limbs around. But, it was somewhat simple to please her as long as you said and did the right things. So, instead of dealing with their bratty kid, her parents complied with her every wish. Even the single utter of the word 'no' would set her off in to a temper tantrum. As she grew, that became a routine, even in school, she didn't feel any shame in screaming to get what she wanted. When she did mature into a young woman, temper tantrums suddenly evolved into the silence treatment. Which was something that she was a natural master at, she could sit down across from you for several hours without saying one word or looking your way. She soon came to learn that those were even more effective than temper tantrums and her parents continued with spoiling her. Due to her nature of always wanting things her way, her connection with Rhett was beyond strange. Why did she constantly spend time with someone who wouldn't cave in to her needs and demands? What was it about him that kept drawing her in? There was never a day that she didn't get mad at him at least a few times. But she always found herself coming back for more, more frustration? There wasn't a doubt in her mind that Rhett frustrated her, with his somewhat arrogant manner and his defiance when it came to pleasing her. Odd enough, he also captivated her. Most likely because of the same reasons he annoyed her. It was refreshing to meet someone who wouldn't give in to her. With the way he treated her, she knew that he was more than equipped to deal with her when she got out of line. This realization just pushed her to act even more unruly than usual. Maybe it was some sick form of amusement for her, but their little and brief tiffs always entertained her. Although she tried her best not to show it, Estelle actually enjoyed his reactions to her behavior. Especially his threats - partially because she wrote them off as lame and also, he was a way for her to act out that rebellious stage that every teenager needed to go through at some point.

"Wait, what?" Estelle asked, as though she hadn't just heard him speak. In spite of her sometimes bratty attitude, the girl did care immensely about the impression she made on others. Especially those that could be important in her future. She felt as though she was going to launch into a frenzy of panic, how could she possibly meet a whole family looking like a wreck? Regret filled up in the pit of her stomach as she reached above her head and flipped down the mirror compartment, carefully examining her appearance. "You didn't tell me we were going to meet the..Chat..co..roux family." She complained, not taking her eyes away from the mirror. At any other time, she would have laughed at her own pathetic attempt to pronounce a french surname despite having a french background. But right now, she couldn't be humorous with the amount of concern she felt. Concern was quickly replaced by relief thanks to Rhett's next comment, "Rhett, I would prefer if you told me good news before bad news." She said before reaching into the glove box for the pack of napkins. Small hands ripped open the package and pulled out a few sheets of napkins, Estelle cautiously held them up to the light of the window for careful inspection. It was something she did before eating or allowing something to touch or enter her body. Being satisfied with her quick inspection, she proceeded to wipe off the smudges of make up painted on her face. "Umm..some kinda of sixties glamor shit." She gestured up to her hair which had been styled in loose, flowing curls. Reaching down into her bag, she pulled out a hair tie and slicked her mane back into a ponytail. Without the model makeup and hair, Estelle simply looked better. Deep blue eyes that were previously masked with dark makeup were suddenly brighter and her face seemed more..fresh. Having a large ego, she considered herself beautiful and it wasn't something that she shied away from admitting. A small smile played on her lips as she examined her new appearance in the mirror, glancing over at Rhett to see if he would notice or make a comment. Though, this time, her expectations were much lower, she knew it wasn't definitely anything like him to do so.

She could have considered him an older brother in the sense that he did tease her but for some reason, she felt as though he could and would protect her when the time came. But that's where his older brother characteristics started and ended, he didn't quite fit that mold. Especially at this moment when he was edging her a little bit closer to death. Blue eyes stared intently at his hands as he lit the cigarette in between in his lips, "Thank you." She murmured before pulling back. Smoking wasn't something she did regularly but she liked to compare it to riding a bike - as long as you know how, it just came with ease. Estelle closed her eyes and took a long drag, immediately pursing her lips together afterward in an attempt to release the smoke in rings. A few circular rings of smoke flowed out of her mouth, but that was the extent of her ability. With a coy grin, she glanced over at Rhett, almost as if she was asking if he was impressed. Of course, it wasn't something she would verbally ask, knowing that he would ridicule her in some way. Estelle rolled her eyes and leaned to the side once again, taking another quick drag and blowing the smoke as close to his face as possible."Prick. You better be nice or I'm going to ruin your reputation with the Chatblahblah family, by the way,who the fuck are they?"