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Post by dolores haze. on Feb 18, 2010 16:44:14 GMT -5
SICK. DOLORES FELT LIKE a complete pile of shit. Her stomach felt like it was trying to jump out of her throat and she could barely shove any food down there...She was starving to be honest. She'd been like this for how long now? Three days or so? She was trying to over look it, going for runs as much as possible to maybe get her mind off it and it would work until she got back and the lack of food in her stomach came out. Then she figured it was because she was just running a lot lately...Maybe. Whatever, she was probably just sick. She still went to photo shoots and whenever she left the room (she managed to hold it in a lot better while at work) they wouldn't say anything. Her photographers, at one point, said that she was finally coming around and that whatever she ate it was better that it wasn't in her stomach because she would look prettier. She couldn't even look at them without wanting to barf the breakfast from two days ago onto their faces.
THIS WAS PROBABLY WHY whenever she got the chance to have a breather, she was up here on the sixth floor. She couldn't go to the roof because too many people went there and the sixth floor was generally like a zombie land. So there she was, heels clicking every single time she moved her feet, her hands holding tightly to the will of the window and looking out at the view. Maybe all the barfing was making her delusional or something...or maybe she was about to get her period and her hormones were out of whack from all birth control she had to take to keep up with Rhett and her's special activities. Yeah, that was probably it...right? Then there was that one option...the one that was clawing away at the back of her mind. She just couldn't remember when the last time it was that her usual monthly package came in...that monthly visit from mother nature. Did she even get it last month? If she didn't...holy fuck she was so screwed.
WHICH EXPLAINED WHY SHE had texted Ray, her best friend in the entire world, to come meet her up here. She was scared shitless and she was way too terrified to take the pee stick that sat mercilessly in a brown paper pharmacy bag on top of her Audrey Hepburn book she took to reading lately instead of My Lolita. After all, she knew exactly how that story went. The twenty year olf played with a few strands of her long, honey colored hair, purposely kept out of her face by a simple satin ribbon, tied underneath the mane. She wore no make up, having cleaned it all off shortly after her last shoot of the day which was about twenty minutes ago, and she, for once, wore a skirt. It wasn't like her to wear them...She was more of a jeans, shorts, or nude kind of gal. Nice and simple. Like her outfit right now. A skirt was on but it was still simple. She actually splurged on this one...actually buying a designer item instead of the usual habit of shopping at flea markets or thrift stores. She wasn't cheap...She just didn't care. If it looked good, it could be by a three year old and she would wear it.
BITING HER LOWER LIP nervously, she looked down at the bag again. What if she really was...well...the p word? It wasn't like she could just tell Rhett about it...Sure, he could end up surprising her and saying he was super happy and blah blah but they never really talked about that before so he could, also, surprise her by immediately getting upset and telling her an abortion was the best option. Pretty much, she would have to put her entire life on hold for almost a year, probably more, if she was going to keep it...Hell, she hadn't even peed on the stick yet. In her mind, she wasn't pregnant. Didn't women sort of know when they were pregnant? Sure she was barfing in the morning when she made sure Rhett was gone from the apartment and sure she had these weird cravings for the strangest foods that she would end up just barfing up later anyway...And sure she couldn't remember when was the last time she had her period because she, sadly enough, was probably the only female on planet Earth that didn't keep track of the damn thing, and well...Yeah...all signs were pointing in one direction and in her opinion, it might be a very bad direction. Sure...she didn't mind having a kid...But what if Rhett didn't? The last person on Earth she wanted to lose was him...
SHE WAS SO WRAPPED up in her mind, she hadn't heard the footsteps coming in her direction. Nor did she notice that she had pulled out a cigarette and was taking a drag from it to keep herself from barfing and from freaking out. Shit...she really shouldn't be smoking...if she was pregnant that was definitely a bad thing...
TAGGED: RAY.
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Post by ray valence-meyer. on Feb 18, 2010 20:57:40 GMT -5
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I GAVE UP EVERYTHING FOR FAME
I GOT WHAT YOU WANT IT'S JUST DON'T STOP- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/center] Ray was still reeling from the conversation they had earlier online. That fucking prick -- he didn't deserve to be Dolores' fucking father in the first place. Fucking asshole. You don't go and write about someone's personal life and history and publish it for the world to see without the person's consent! That was fucking ridiculous. And what was even worse was that she wouldn't sue. She needed to. Somehow, somewhere, justice needed to be served to that guy on a silver platter. Nobody deserved that, not even Rhett. Let alone Dolores. The sweetest girl he knew. The one who had saved him, all those long years ago... the memories themselves were as painful as paper cuts coated with salt, but he would always be grateful for what she had done for him that night. He had only said thank you to her once, after he had his wits and dignity back. He was sure that she knew, though. You only had to say things like that one time for a person to understand it.
Besides, you didn't always need to show your thanks through words. Actions helped, too. That's why he was best friends with her. She had seen him in his darkest hour, when he was the most vulnerable... he had no excuse but to be himself after that. And so, he was. He was only sweet and genuine around her -- she was one of the few people he actually trusted in this hellhole of business. It was a scary thought, knowing that he was relying on only one person for everything he needed -- companionship, acceptance, love... he needed her friendship like a fish needed water. He felt comfortable near her. Just her mere presence was enough to put Ray at ease and forget his past worries and problems...
Well, most of the time, anyway. At this moment, however, his mind was reeling with anger at her father and worry for her well-being. If she was pregnant, he didn't consider it to be that big of a deal. He was a guy, even though he didn't act like one. How could he comprehend something as big as carrying a living, growing human inside his belly? It was a huge burden to bear, and he both understood and respected that. Which was why he was worried -- would she be all right? What did she need from him? What could he do to help her? And, most importantly, what was she going to do? Ray didn't really care what she chose, as long as she'd be okay with it in the end. If she wanted an abortion, fine. If that was the best route to go on, then so be it. He couldn't help but feel a tad uncomfortable with the notion, though, and something was telling him that Dolores would feel the same way he did about it, too.
He walked up the stairs briskly -- no way in hell was he going to take an elevator. Those things scared the crap out of him. Skidding to a halt at the sixth floor, he stared at her for a moment as she took a long drag of her cigarette. Oh, hell no. Walking up behind her, he snatched the fag from her lips and let it fall to the floor. "Do you really need that? Honestly?"
[/b] he pleaded, suddenly turning her around so they were face to face. She looked awful. She was pale and sickly, with bags under her eyes. She was pasty -- she probably hadn't eaten anything substantial in days... his expression immediately turned into a wince of pity. "Fuck, honey... talk to me."[/b] Maybe a good distraction would do her some good. Sometimes distraction helped Ray whenever he had problems... but, who's to say that she worked the same way that he did? the word count 638 out of character omg dramaz :0 [/blockquote][/size][/blockquote][/font] |
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Post by dolores haze. on Feb 18, 2010 22:11:45 GMT -5
THE FEMALE LOOKED READY to have a bitch fit when her cigarette was taken away from her and was turned to face someone but when she saw who it was and his voice clicked in her mind, she seemed to wake up and snap out of that weird daze she was in....slightly. The look on his face totally gave away that she probably looked like utter shit and his words after that was enough to suddenly make the usually very secure-in-her-looks female doubt herself, "Do I seriously look that bad?" she bit her lower lip, "I'll get one of the make up stylists to make sure I look good before I go home..." she hated make up, to be perfectly honest, but she used to have to wear it a lot as a stripper and now as a model so she had grown bitterly used to the substances.
PLAYING WITH A STRAND of her hair, she looked down at the bag again, "Seriously, though...I feel like I have guppies swimming in my stomach..." at that thought, she hand was don there again, self consciously, "Okay...okay," she took a few deep breathes and grabbed the paper bag, "I got like...five of them...and I drank like a whole gallon of water so...yeah...okay, I got this," she looked in the bag but then was closing it again quickly, looking over at the bathroom and biting her lower lip, "Pray I'm not knocked up..." she said absent mindedly, "I would really hate to have to go back to waitressing..." she was somewhat talking to herself as she stood there in front of him. She seriously was a nervous wreck. She never ever had to take a pregnancy test in her life and in her mind, she pictured her doing this in her bathroom with an excited husband outside the door and then her jumping up and down and screaming happily when it had the little pink plus sign or the yes or the check mark...
WITHOUT REALLY THINKING, SHE grabbed his hand tightly in her own and took a deep breath, held it in, and then headed for the bathroom. Of course she would drag him in there with her. She had seen him naked and he had seen her naked, from the millions of times she had changed in front of him or he caught her at the strip club. Going into the stall, she left it only slightly ajar, dropped her panties and skirt, and did the entire process of peeing on the stupid sticks. She was nervous once she came out, putting them all on the counter top and then checking her phone to see when the three minutes would be up. Those three very long very terrifying minutes, "If it says no," she looked over at him, "You owe me a fuckin' cigarette, yeah? It's expensive to get Newports shipped here from America..." She was pacing, back and forth and back again. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears, could feel her fingers trembling from how anxious she was. She didn't know how she would react to either outcome. In the back of her mind...she sort of wanted it to say yes because...it would be a part of her and a part of Rhett. A mini version of the two of them and it made her all fuzzy and warm in the pit of her stomach but the off chance was how Rhett would react to it. Just because she would want it didn't mean he would...And then if she wasn't pregnant...A mixture of relief, disappointment, and...fear. If she wasn't pregnant then what the fuck was wrong with her?
BUT AS THE THREE minutes came to an end. she stood on the far end of the bathroom and couldn't go over to it. She stood there, against the wall, starring dead at all five but refusing to go over and look at them. However, the suspense was killing her...her muscles remained locked into place, mind wandering at the possibilities and how this could possibly change everything for...life.
TAGGED: RAY.
OUTFIT: click
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Post by ray valence-meyer. on Feb 20, 2010 20:14:47 GMT -5
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I GAVE UP EVERYTHING FOR FAME
I GOT WHAT YOU WANT IT'S JUST DON'T STOP- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/center] Dolores looked like she was ready to chew someone's head off when her cigarette landed carelessly on the floor, but Ray knew that once she saw him, her expression would change. And change it did. It almost looked as though she had gotten quickly slapped in the face. Ray's dark brows furrowed and he tilted his head to the side as he studied her. Her expression mirrored his own, and she spoke. Ray snorted quietly before shaking his head a little. "Hon, anybody who's been throwing up constantly for the past few days is gonna look like you. Probably worse than you. Stop freaking." He shook his head a little before his expression softened. "Besides, you should be more worried about your well-being than your appearance right now, baby." She was a true model. Her face was her livelihood. She didn't deserve to be treated as just an object, just another face... she was his best friend, not some frameable work of art...
His face was slightly bemused at Dolores' deep breathing. A tiny smirk fluttered on his pale face as he looked down at her. He looked down at everyone, he was so damn tall. She began to ramble a little, but Ray let her talk. This is what helped her, and he wasn't going to get in the way of that. He nodded slowly, trying to make slowed movements to help the woman stay calm.
the word count lolidk
out of character not done lol
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