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Post by Isabel Larosee}} on Jul 26, 2009 12:00:06 GMT -6
Isabel Olivia Larosee
confidence is a must.
cockiness is a plus.
edginess is a rush,
edges, I like em rough.
[/left] Tires slid to a screeching halt on the pavement beside a meter inches away from hitting the dark blue cars perfection exterior. Brunette locks were fliped over the deep tissue massages shoulders and adjusted with well manicured fingertips. The same fingertips reached for the mirror infront of her adjusting it so that she could see her flawless features in the reflection taking some lipgloss from her coach purse beside her in the passengers seat, smoothing it across her kissers before kissing mid air with her top and bottom lip satisfied. This town didn't know what was coming. Her fingertips clipped off the seatbelt that had sercurely taken its spot over her chest and waist, letting it scroll back into its restrictions. Her fingertips once again reached for her hand bag in the passenger seat, touching its leather cream colored interior before she took the other hand and swung open the car door. Putting one leather sandled shoe and pedicured foot out the door then the other following behind. Leading up to long tanned legs and a flannel cotton white mini skirt that swayed around her hips flowingly; which led to a snugly fit black and white plaid button up shirt a multicolored scarf that just seemed to fit with her personality that it didn't take notice that it didn't match quite well. First stop, and she was here now to find the good stores. Her beautiful dark blue peircers took notice to a designer store, few there were some decent stores around here she didn't move to a cow city. Hopefully. Her legs glided across the paved street as she hurriedly made her way to the store, her fingertips grasping the doorhandle as she swung it open her scarf raising with the wind flow. The bell sounded her arrival as she walked in, did they not notice she was here or something? She wanted a drink like now? "You, you there get me a drink." She snapped her fingers and the girl at the register hurriedly ran out of the store coming back minutes later with a drink. "Its warm. Get me some ice cubes you freak." She replied as the girl handed her a cold ice tea, she nodded grabbing the drink hurriedly and trying to find some ice cubes. Doesn't anyone around here get that a famous model is here and not just one she'd heard about Noelle and her friend some car or what ever. Portia. The girl hurried back ice cubs in the ice tea now and a straw, Isabel grabbed it no comment as she walked around the store her first look towards the dresses as she walked in her fingertips gliding them across the exterior of the dresses before selecting a georgous black and white fancy knit fabric dress with stylish print; a wide boad nckline and dolman cap sleeves that banded in at the thighs snugly. Oh she had to get it. She snatched it off the rack swinging it over her shoulder before selecting another couple of dresses and outfits that she'd need. Her eyes looked around again though not satisfied. What else, her fingertips clicked againest the glass table of jewlery, something else she needed. Her eyes looked towards the fragrances imediately her mind shouted where the hell is mine? her foot steps scurried across the floor her flip flops making a clacking noice on the floors pearly white shined floors. Did they have her shipment of her new spring perfume or not? If they didn't oh how'd that set her off. word count;; 591 muse;; alright insperation;; eh nothing. color;; don't worry she's not that evil (; [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Ziva David on Aug 17, 2009 8:16:06 GMT -6
"Don't Stop Beliveing. . ." Ziva sang to her radio with a voice that could calm the angles. Ziva parked her candy apple red convertable Corvette on the side of the road. Her Coach bag nezt to her, she grabbed it, and walked out. Ziva clicked the lock button, and her Corvette beeped signaling that it locked.
Ziva's black wavy hair fell over her shoulder, she was wearing her BCBG Maxazria stripped dress, today was just for her, shopping. Her life's been going good so far, she knew a few models, she even done some modeling, mainly only cattalog, and one or two fashion shows, but her money came all from her dad, which she couldn't complain. Her french manicure fingures traced her Coach logo on her bag.
Ziva saw her store and walked into it, she entered, just as she saw this random girl bossing her father's employees around. "Emily! Don't listen to her, she doesn't have the right to boss you around! Where's my Vanilla Chai with Soy Milk?" Ziva said, as she walked over to the girl who was being a bitch. "What is your problem? Is there an issue with this store for you, or do you feel like bossing the employees around?" Ziva demanded staring at the girl, who was just chosing clothes, and didn't like this look this girl was giving the whole store a look.
"Thank you Emily." Ziva said as she handed Ziva her chai. "You are dismissed Emily, I'll take care of this costumer, take a break." Ziva said as she sipped on her chai tea. Today was going to be fun, dealing with this prissy bitch here. Ziva just looked at the girl, she acted as if she owned the whole store, but she doesn't I do!
Ziva looked around the store, to see what she was going to get today, she heard a truck backing into the loading area. "Emily, can you get that, it's the new fragrence line comming in, double check the order please, then set them up asap." Ziva said as she watched Emily get up to sign for the order.
"Yes Mrs. David" Emily replied to Ziva as she ran off.
"Thank You Emily" Ziva replied as she hoped the new line of her fragrence was going to come in. No one knew about Ziva's family, and she didn't want them to, but to have people come into a store just to boss the employees around, is just unacceptable. There should be a rule against that. She'll bring it up to daddy tomorrow, well if he has time for her, that is. Ziva looked and saw a beautiful pair of jeans, that she could wear riding, and there was this one dress, amazing! Well maybe she won't go home empty handed today. Ziva thought about all of the outfits she could get, while she waited for a response or reason from this girl.
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Post by Isabel Larosee}} on Aug 18, 2009 12:46:49 GMT -6
  [credit to LA BELLA VITA of CAUTION 2.0] Hun, you don't have a clue who your talking to; do you?
The sound of the door opening and closing from behind her but she payed no attentino to it. Emily! Don't listen to her, she doesn't have the right to boss you around! Where's my Vanilla Chai with Soy Milk? The voice of an unknown girl that had come in sounded and Isabel wirled around. What is your problem? Is there an issue with this store for you, or do you feel like bossing the employees around? Her sweet kissers curled at the corners into a smirk as she looked at the girl with a laugh at her comment. No one could be as cruel as she could, for all this girl knew she'd regret this day for the rest of her life. "Excuse me?" She replied snottitly as she looked down on the girl, that could probally never size up to her.
"Sorry to say hun, but I can and will boss around who ever I want. That includes you, so be a doll and why don't you check that new fragrence line cause I believe its mine." With that she turned around glass in hand as she selected a few outfits and dresses before she went up to the girl once again, Emily or what ever the hell her name was. Before turning around to look at the other chick that thought it was so brave and mighty of her to tell Isabel Larosee to not "boss" around the employees. Please, bitch.
"Oh, and next time you try to speak up for the 'helpless' employees I'd probally not be a hypocrite about it." She replied as she walked around towards the fragrences waiting for the new shipment to come in. Her shipment that is, after all she did own them until they were sold and this what ever she was had no control of it. She could sue this little 'shop' anyday anytime and it'd be hers before they knew it. She had that sort of power, control and she loved it.
muse // ehh not so good.
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insperation // nada
comment // not so good to get on her bad side x3.
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Post by Ziva David on Aug 18, 2009 14:59:00 GMT -6
"You heard what I said, Don't boss MY employees around! I can do what I want, and Emily knows what I want when I want it." Ziva said, 'wow way to be a bitch' Ziva thought as she saw Emily walk back through with a box in her hand.
"They're the fragrences miss, do you want to see them?" Emily asked as she opend the box for Ziva.
"Thank you Emily, I would like to see how MY Fragrences came out." Ziva said as she took a look in. They were small pink bottles with a Light blue label on them, the wording on the label was perfect 'Sweetly Evil' was what Ziva called her fragrence, a little scent that even boys will want.
"What are you talking about your fragrence? We only carry the best here, and my daddy, just put in the order for Sweetly Evil, and the shipment just came in." Ziva said with a little sneer, as she watched Emily stand for Ziva to say something. "Emily, there good, put them up asap." Ziva said as Emily walked off and started setting the fragrence up on the counter.
"Might I ask, why you act as if you own the store?" Ziva asked, becasue this answer was going to be delightful. Ziva saw Lindsay walk in with her uniform on form the back room.
"Lindsay can you set me up a dressing room?" Ziva asked Lindsay as she walked over with a Unsweetend Ice Tea, and threw out her Chai.
"Yes Miss. David" Lindsay said as she threw out the Chai Tea out.
"Thank You Lindsay, do you see the dress, jeans, t-shirts, shoes. You can chose design, you know my size." Ziva said as Lindsay walked off and grabed items that Ziva liked. "Thank You Emily." Ziva said as she saw Emily finish setting Sweetly Evil up on the counter. 'anything else Miss Daivd?' Emily asked, "No thank You Emily, go take a break, here's some money to buy a drink or two, I'll expect you back in a hour, reasonable?" Ziva stated/asked, as Emily took the money, nodded and left the store.
"You are in the largest dressing room Miss David." Lindsay said, and walked off.
"It's fine Lindsay, thank you. You are dismissed." Ziva said as she just looked at this girl infront of her.
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Post by Isabel Larosee}} on Aug 18, 2009 15:54:23 GMT -6
God, must they all be imperfect little snots now don't they. This girl didn't know what was coming now, she could be her best friend or her worst enemies there were no inbetweens for this girl and a little snot nose brat wouldn't be an exception she could ruin her rep easy after all she was a very famous model was she not; and her father and mother famous doctors that could sue her overly large ass off easy said. She'd have no part in being the lowest here, she was queen bitch. No exceptions possible.
Her smirk never left her face at the other girls words, You heard what I said, Don't boss MY employees around! I can do what I want, and Emily knows what I want when I want it. Well no shit, she figured that. "Well miss spitfire I wouldn't go running your tounge at a paying customer, ever heard of customers know best?-" She replied without a second thought to it before continuing "oh I guess you didn't, if I were you I'd shut your mouth before you get into some 'sticky' business hun." When someone thought they were better than her boy were they wrong, she was the best and no one in cheap fabric could tell her she wasn't. Nor, expensive then again this girl obviously didn't know what a designer was because from what she could see she knew nothing about style either.
Thank you Emily, I would like to see how MY Fragrences came out. The girl said with an equal smirk, but it made no difference to her. She just kept her perfect smile on as she stared back at the girl folding her arms, What are you talking about your fragrence? We only carry the best here, and my daddy, just put in the order for Sweetly Evil, and the shipment just came in. She laughed allowed in her face, "hun, if they were even 'good' I would of heard of it by now huh? Besides, if you carried the best you obviously are blind because from what I see here its a little store wanting to be some milliondollar boutique but no one wants to go in cause its full of shit. If I were you I'd shut up before I ruin your life, cause I can do that and don't think I won't."
A small laugh escaped her sweet kissers as she walked away from her to the counter where Emily stood up straight taking the items and ringing them in. Isabel smirked looking at her before turning around to look at the unknown girl. "See, she knows whats good for her." Reffering to Emily, "Its a shame, you could of been one of my greatest friends and lead a life of luxuary and have really rich things for yourself if you stuck around with me." She added without looking back and handing over her credit card to the emily who ran it up and handed it back putting the items in the bag and handing it to her. "Your shipment came in yesturday, miss Larosee." She replied quietly and Isabel nodded with a smirk.
Turning around she looked straight pass the bitch in cheap clothing towards the fragrences and right above, "her" fragrence was Isabel's of course. Tamed Pleasure. "Will you be a doll, Emily and grab me a bottle. Actually make it two, one for you as well." She replied and the girl scurried off returning with two bottles. "Thank you, miss Larosee." She replied her eyes looking elsewhere. "Call me Isabel," She looked towards the other girl, "Why don't you grab a bottle of mine as well, with that your holding your going to need it to keep the bugs away." She replied with a laugh tossing the bag over her shoulder and holding up her coach bag taking the small bag of her fragrence. "Thanks hun," and yet another time the queen bitch conquers all. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Ziva David on Aug 20, 2009 9:27:26 GMT -6
 SO WHAT I'M STILL ,,a * r o c k s t a r !"Trust me I know, if I should shut my mouth, but I also won't let you boss MY employees around, we can still me friends, but trust me, you can't be a bitch to my employees. If you want we can try this agian, but I'm sorry hun, you don't act a like a bitch to me, or my employees." Ziva shot back, she wasn't going to put up with Isabel. "Emily, can you go get daddy his drink? He's comming in today, to send a shipment back, they ordered the wrong color." Ziva said as she watched Emily walk off.
"I'm sorry Isabel, for my rudeness, but let's just say, I'm not the best person to piss off, it's been a rough morning, well I'm Ziva, but most people call me Paris, my dad owns this chain of stores, but this one, is the one and only of a kind. It's my store, but my daddy pays for it." Ziva said in her 'I'm-a-bitch-but-I-cant-be-to-you' voice for costumers, but she really needed to change this up, she's really pissed this person off. . . great.
"They're all ready Miss. David, when will Mr. David be comming in?" Emily asked as she walked up the the counter.
"Thank You Emily, he said in the afternoon, but just be ready, he'll want his drink asap, he won't take no for an answer, it's been a rough day so far." Ziva replied as Emily nodded and put in a call to Starbucks.
A bird landed on Ziva's car just as she saw Lindsay run at the bird. 'Wow I've trained them well' Ziva thought as Lindsay took her composure and walked into the store with her fathers drink. "Thank you Lindsay." Ziva said as Lindsay put her fathers drink in his office.
"Did you like the clothes Miss. David?" Lindsay asked as she came back out from the office.
"I haven't tried them on yet Lindsay, but I will, I'm just talking to Isabel, making sure her experience here was alright." Ziva said as she looked at Isabel, something in Isabel's look, it looked as if Ziva has seen her before. Like in a magazine, or on T.V., but Ziva couldn't place the face. "Isabel, are you a model?" Ziva asked, 'great, she's the fucking model her dad told her about, I just totaly fucked her company.' "Emily, what did you say her last name was?" Ziva ordered as she looked from Emily to Isabel.
"Miss Larosee" Emily replied.
"Fuck" Ziva said under her breath. "I'm so sorry Miss. Larosee, I didn't expect you this early in the morning, I'm so sorry for my additude. I'm so sorry miss for how I acted. You can slap me if you want to, I'm sorry. My father said you were comming in later today, I was planned to be in before you." Ziva said as she looked as Isabel, she was totally fucked, her father was going to kill her. "EMILY! Call my father right now, tell him that she's here, and that I'll talk to him tonight." Ziva told Emily with a tone that was so sharp, it cut through her stupidiness.
"Yes, miss David, he's on the line right now." Emily said, as she told him and hung up. "Would you like anything else Miss. . .I mean Isabel?" Emily asked
Ziva looked at Emily, and Isabel, leave it to the owner to mess her company up, Ziva felt like a bitch, and she didn't know how to ask for respect, or srrow, or somthing like that, she was being a huge bitch, and now this is her falte, and she had no idea on how to repay Isabel. "Is there anything you want Isabel, I'm so sorry miss." Ziva said, she had to fix this before her father came to the store, becasue she knew that that would be the first thing that Isabel would say to him, the rudeness of his own daughter.
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Post by Isabel Larosee}} on Aug 20, 2009 18:39:16 GMT -6
  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Well [/color][/font] now look at this, she's apologizing thinking she'll get away with it. Look at this, Trust me I know, if I should shut my mouth, but I also won't let you boss MY employees around, we can still me friends, but trust me, you can't be a bitch to my employees. If you want we can try this agian, but I'm sorry hun, you don't act a like a bitch to me, or my employees. Ha, that made me laugh in her face alright. Hell, did she know who she was talking to or what? Oh wait now she's bossing her own employees around for her precious daddy, her life would be fucked up no doubt. "Listen, I can and I will boss who ever the fuck I want to boss around with mkay?" I gave the last part of my little phrase a little baby voice she she could understand me more clearier in her own language her gaze locking onto the girls eyes.
I'm sorry Isabel, for my rudeness, but let's just say, I'm not the best person to piss off, it's been a rough morning, well I'm Ziva, but most people call me Paris, my dad owns this chain of stores, but this one, is the one and only of a kind. It's my store, but my daddy pays for it. Please, like I could give a shit about her little store that her daddy paid for. Emily had come in now with the drink and Ziva thanked her looking back towards Isabel as if she knew her from somewhere, of course she knew me hello its Isabel? I'm on every fricken cover of those magazines. Isabel are you a model? Well didn't her little brain pick it up so fast. "No shit."[/font][/b] An arritated voice sounded as she looked towards the magazine pile and the girl asked Emily what her last name was. Finally a bell rang in her little head as she looked back at her the most shocked face Isabel had seen for a while now. Well atleast the normal look she'd get from a star struck fan walking by her squealing and such. Fuck she mumbled under her breath and Isabel smiled crossing her arms. I'm so sorry Miss. Larosee, I didn't expect you this early in the morning, I'm so sorry for my additude. I'm so sorry miss for how I acted. You can slap me if you want to, I'm sorry. My father said you were comming in later today, I was planned to be in before you. Well maybe she should get her eyes checked huh? She'd let a little slide since this girl didn't seem that poor what ever. She had enough friends to fill up a hundred of these dinky stores why not another one or maybe she could basically ruin this girls life? Hm, the second one was so tempting. She made Emily go call up her daddy as she looked back at Isabel her face basically saying, I'm so screwed. She loved the power to make people do this, it was just so much fun. Is there anything you want Isabel, I'm so sorry miss. Thats what I thought, "you know what I could really go for right now?"[/font][/b] Her voice leaving off at that as she glanced around the place holding her bags, "For you, to get me something to sit on asap and a ice cold water with a lemon on the side."[/font][/b] She replied copying her little asap thing she used with Emily and who ever the hell the other chick was. Ooh, the feeling of power was just oh so amazing to her. [/blockquote] WORDCOUNT;[/color][/font] six two seven
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Post by Ziva David on Aug 22, 2009 12:44:51 GMT -6
"Yes Miss Larosee." I said, as Lindsay ran over with her drink, as I showed Miss Larosee to her chair. "I'm so sorry, it was a huge misunderstanding. Please do forgive me and the company, it won't happen agian." Ziva pleaded as her father walked back into the store, crap Ziva thought, right in the middle of Ziva sucking up to Miss Larosee.
"ZEE-VAH!" Mr. David bellowed as he watched her suck up to Miss Larosee
"Yes daddy." Ziva said with a simle, "Sorry daddy, I didn't mean to, and you told me that she was comming late, and she was treating our Emplyoees, and you told me---" Ziva said, untill her father cut her off.
"I know what I told you!" Mr. David scolded as he walked over to Miss Larosee "Ziva go set up a dressing room for Miss Larosee, and do what ever she asks." Mr. David added.
"Yes daddy, but don't forget that I'm riding Ryll late today at the barn." Ziva said as she took Miss. Larosee's clothes and put then into a dressing room for her. "You're in the second dressing room Miss Larosee, is there anything else that you would like?" Ziva asked. Her father ignored her on the riding part, and she knew that he did. He was close friends to the Simmons, and when Mrs. Simmons was killed riding, he didn't even want Ziva riding, but she wasn't going to stop riding any time soon.
She saw it started raining, and she watched Lindsay dash out to put the rain cover over her lovely Corvette. Ziva walked into her dressing room and changed into her wounderful night out outfit, she was going to change into her riding outfit later tonight, maybe do a midnight ride, but right now, it's the night time and she needs to go party, well after she takes care of Miss. Larosee.
"Lindsay! Come over here, I need your opinion!" Ziva said as Lindsay rushed over. "Do you like?" Ziva asked Lindsay as Lindsay looked at her and her outfit.
"You look wounderful Miss David." Lindsay said as she walked back over to the main area.
"Thank you Lindsay, you are dismissed, go back to work now please." Ziva said as she walked out into the main area, swining her hips with every step, she looked amazing her hair just falling onto her shoulders, her makeup was perfect, and her outfit, it just took your breath away. Ziva didn't have a date, but oh ways she so beautiful, every boy watched her when she moved, and wished that they were next to her holding her hand, or kissing her, but as far as they knew Ziva didn't want a relationship, but what did they know? "How are you Miss Larosee? Is your time here be taken care of?" Ziva asks in a manager type way, as her father shook his head, got up, and walked into his office.
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