dreaming solo,

[jade lucas]

so tell me baby, pretty baby that this house is not a graveyard.
tell me how to stay strong and carry you home
over corpses of her long-lost fathers & her unborn daughters
goddamn it, i can't do it alone.

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JADE RAMONA LUCAS

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I can’t do it alone. How many times had she heard that song? Jade let out a frustrated growl. She was walking up and down sidewalks to an unknown location for three hours, and cars kept sputtering by and people barely noticed her, which she liked. Models weren’t as famous as others, but they were still worth, right? Jade knew few people recognized her. In a way she was glad, no people trailing her, but it was also kind of odd, why didn’t models get as much publicity as actors, actresses, and musicians? Hell, even those socialites might get more than her, just because they were daddy’s little munckhin.

But good looks seemed to be everything, and Jade definitely had them. It was around 7, but lights flashed and people crowed and cheered, probably because in the distance there was a tour bus, or maybe a famous person, or just a street vendor doing something stupid, Jade could never tell. "What a useful person."

[/color] She muttered, taking her hat off and smoothing her hair down before putting it back on. Jade had always been pretty self conscious, and it never helped she was a model, people expected her to be famous or something.

"Fuck."[/b] She was out of cash, except for five dollars. Could she get a taxi ride? Maybe even with a stranger? Heck, she didn’t care. Any company would be nice for a change. She stuck two fingers in her mouth and let out a whistle. Old time NYC method but hell it worked. Soon, a taxi showed up. Where would she go? Anywhere? Home? Dairy Queen? She wasn’t sure. She also wasn’t sure. But it looked like someone was in it already. "Hey, you coming in or not?"[/b] Growled the driver. Jade jumped, smiling. "Sorry."[/color] She said, opening the door and sitting down, keeping her hand on her purse and closing the door.
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STATUS, DONE
TAGS, OPEN
WORDS, 322
OUTFIT, DA PICTA SAYS ALL
NOTES, IT'S OK
CREDIT,,
SONG- I CAN'T DO IT ALONE, 3OH!3
BASIC TEMPLATE, KAYLAX090
TEMPLATE TWEAKS, DEMI
BANNER, DEMI[/font][/size]

[harlem vanity]

I MAKE EM' GOOD GIRLS GO BAD
you were hangin' in the corner with your five best friends

Harlem and Jade had been pretty much best friends since the diaper years. Yepp. Okay, so Harlem didn't really wear diapers when she was 12. Both were growing in fame and predicted to be the next big thing. Harlem had instant fame from her parents, Jade had fame from being gorgeous, even though the girl was naive and self-concious. Really, she was more pretty than Harlem. Jade had everything for success, a boyfriend, a job, a nice place to live, and money. Plus, Harlem would always be there for her.

Ofcourse if Harlem were Jade, she wouldn't let her boyfriend walk all over her like Smith does to Jade. It just didn't seem fair, and Har hated to watch that happen to her best friend. Harlem had actually gone to school with Jade's boyfriend. He was always getting into trouble and other shit like that. Okay, so when the two first met there was probably some flirting going on... okay, yes there was. But she was young, stupid, and didn't know a thing about life back then.

Harlem had been shopping at Barney's, she was going to do a late show program and needed to be dressed and fully prepared for anything. A cute mini dress with clicky black stiletto's and a dior handbag completed her look for tonight. But it would only come to life once a drink was in her hand and Tyler's arm around her waist while talking on a late night show. So Har's photography had been going well lately. It was a pretty fun and entertaining job, and it allowed her to be home a lot of the time which was good for spending time with Tyler.

Walking out of the store, Harlem could her the shuffling and scuff sound of her dirty old converse on the pavements of L.A. streets. It was one of her favorite places to just walk around or hang out in. You could bump into so many familiar and friendly faces. As she was walking the streets she saw Jade, emerging from the inside of a cab. Quickly, Harlem waved and ran over. "J! What are you doing here? Weren't you catching a flight to New York? I thought you'd be gone!" Harlem said while hugging her friend with a fake air kiss.



STATUS - done!
WORDS - 383
NOTES - lol BFFs. :] epic fail.
OUTFIT - click for late show

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[jade lucas]

so tell me baby, pretty baby that this house is not a graveyard.
tell me how to stay strong and carry you home
over corpses of her long-lost fathers & her unborn daughters
goddamn it, i can't do it alone.

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JADE RAMONA LUCAS

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Jade closed the door, watching the cab leaved she heard her name being called and Harlem running over. She was frazzled, fried, overwhelmed. She hugged Harlem back pretty weakly. 30 minutes ago, she got into a taxi and went to the airport to learn the flight was cancelled, so he just came and dumped her right back to the streets. And it was true, she was supposed to go because she was going to see one of her best friends he tried not to break contact with when she moved.

"I thought so too..."

[/b] She said, looking out vaguely, then smiling at Harlem. "How's the boy?" Jade asked, smiling. She was started to calm down again, and her words became less of a mumble and more intelligent. The real Jade. Well, the real Jade was pretty naive, but she was majoring in physics, though she doubted people knew that. But Jade was pretty smart, but when was a 21 year old model ever going to be able to stand up and say she was on her way to becoming smart? Not like she'd had the nerve, the poor girl had trouble not stuttering and staring at her feet when she met big, fancy, intimidating people. She was like that when she met Harlem, when she still wasn't old or that famous.

So tell me pretty baby that this house is not a graveyard. The music was stuck in her head. Any minute now, Jade thought she might sing outloud. Not that she had a bad voice, just not one like some of the musicians she knew. She wasn't a stupid internet model who only dated bandboys, but she wasn't insanely in love with (---) Smith, and knew he wasn't that dedicated. That much, Jade was perfectly capable of piecing together. But as she told herself, she'd be lonely if she broke up with him he dumped her. Especially for someone else. Even though Jade was Jade, when she was upset, she did something any sensible girl struggling to live in L.A did. She drank, and like any girl, she got pretty defensive like any recently dumped drunk girl, and that wasn't a pretty sight, especially coming from Jade. Thankfully, it hadn't happened. Yet.

"Harlem..." Jade trailed off, failing terribly in trying to ask her question, so she sighed and gave up, absentmindedly twirling a strand of hair around her finger, watching Harlem expectantly. Believe it or not, Jade really looked up to her because the girl seemed so confident and seemed to know she knew what she wanted. Jade wished she was like her.[/size][/blockquote]

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STATUS, DONE
TAGS, OPEN
WORDS, 433, LAST WAS 322
OUTFIT, DA PICTA SAYS ALL
NOTES, SILLY BETH! SHE WAS GOING INTO A CAB ORIGINALLY, BUT I'LL TWEAK SPECIALLY FOR YOU. ALSO, JADE MOVED TO L.A WHEN SHE WAS 16, JUST THOUGHT I'D ADD THAT ;]
CREDIT,,
SONG- I CAN'T DO IT ALONE, 3OH!3
BASIC TEMPLATE, KAYLAX090
TEMPLATE TWEAKS, DEMI
BANNER, DEMI[/font][/size]

[harlem vanity]

I MAKE EM' GOOD GIRLS GO BAD
you were hangin' in the corner with your five best friends

one way to describe harlem was confident. a little too confident.



STATUS - not done!
WORDS - N/A
NOTES - N/A
OUTFIT - click for late show

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