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Post by ISABELLA SAOIRSE HARTSEN on Oct 26, 2010 15:18:43 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -     • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/font] [/center] [/color][/i] the clearly anxious woman demanded in a world weary voice as though Bella were some commoner who had somehow snuck in. Bella lifted her chin in indignation and replied in an irritated voice, “Hartsen. Miss. Isabella Hartsen”. At her name the woman quickly scanned her clipboard of guests that the infamously exclusive bar would entertain and blushed somewhat when she saw Bella’s name printed in bold at the top of the list. Bella smiled graciously at this and removed her ludicrously expensive jacket with a flourish of her slender limbs, folding it neatly over her arm before addressing the hostess once more in a neat yet somewhat haughty voice. “Table for two”.[/color] Once seated Bella began to look around at the other people who frequented the Rumours Lounge, a champagne glass filled with pure orange juice perched neatly in her outspread palm, its rim resting languidly on her cheek as she did so. She was early, she knew that, but when she had received the text she had been so excited for the meeting that she had gotten ready much quicker than necessary and had hurried out and although that had seemed a good idea at the time, three glasses of orange juice and a trip to the restroom later Bella no longer thought so. Glancing at the clock first, Bella was just in time to see her desired company walk into the Rumours Lounge and go through the same unnecessary ritual with the hostess that Bella herself had gone through three quarters of an hour ago. At the sight of her old friend Bella sat up much straighter than before and placed her half empty glass on the table in front of her, a warm, welcoming smile spreading itself across her face as she stood to greet Karissa. [/SIZE] [/ul] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/font][/center] [/SIZE] Karissa notes; ^^ <3 word count; 715 lyrics; Ungodly Hour | The Fray thanks; NIKE @ CAUTION 2.0[/color] [/ul] |
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Post by KARISSA EVELYN MAMAZZA on Nov 10, 2010 20:00:41 GMT -6
﴾ DON'T YOU MAKE A MOVE TONIGHT ﴿ [/font]  ﴾ YOU CAN ONLY STAGGER ONCE SHE'S GOT YOU ﴿[/font] in her sight you're the one she's after 'cause she's the blade and you're just paper[/font][/center] Sitting cushioned in the back seat of a Mercedes GL550, Karissa Mamazza was immune to the world around her; her crystalline, azure eyes were locked solely to the cell phone clutched between her hands in a death grip while her newly manicured nails typed out messages faster than the speed of light. The usual daily fight between her and her husband was in full swing – today’s issue was children, yet again. It’d been a reoccurring theme in their arguments since Luke randomly decided to bring the subject up at the start of the week. As far as Kris was concerned he was just going through some crisis from finally turning thirty, but, naturally telling him that did absolutely nothing to change Luke’s mind. When he wanted something, he always got it and the young woman knew she could only deny him for so long. Sighing once in frustration, the brunette reached up pushing a long highlighted tendril away from the corner of her mouth then sat back in her seat trying to calm herself down before they arrived at Rumors. Snatching her purse up bitterly, she fished within its contents until she found a small gold cosmetic bag and removed a compact to check her complexion. Her face felt flushed with anger and it was, her cheeks were shimmering with an unbecoming reddish pink. Swearing under her breath in Italian, Kris took a sip of her SmartWater then carefully touched up her make-up, doing her best to hide her flustered state beneath her powder. The last thing she wanted to do was show up looking like a pissy wreck though it wouldn’t be the first time Isabella had seen her in that state. Taking a deep breath then trading her powder compact in for a VVS studded butterfly pill case, she selected two powder blue Xanax from within it and downed them with another sip of her water just for good measure. All she wanted to do was play catch-up and enjoy a drink in peace without dealing with any un-necessary drama for the rest of the evening. Once she got back home, if Luke was around then it was game on, but for now she was done discussing the topic especially via text. Maybe he would drop it once and for all if she chilled him out for an hour or two, yet part of her knew that would only further incite his impatience and wrath. She would just have to battle the storm later, behind closed doors.
As the Mercedes rolled to an abrupt halt, Karissa snapped out of her thoughts glancing out through the masked tint of her window and saw that they were at last at Rumors. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she poised herself to exit the car gracefully (and with her legs together) right when her driver opened the door. As the door clicked open, Karissa stepped onto the red carpet in one swift move then adjusted the hem of her flashy tank dress modestly to keep it from revealing more than she desired. Plastering on her signature, pouty smile she sauntered forward and waved coyly as the cameras frantically flashed; the multitude of paparazzi calling out her name and begging like pathetic little puppies for her attention. She wasn’t even one of the biggest or most important people in Switchblade City, but she did generate a fair amount of media attention because of her feisty personality; scandalous drama tended to follow the up and coming socialite wherever she went. Pausing for the cameras a few times Kris blew an inviting kiss or two, then expertly modeled her ensemble aiming to seduce the many different lenses focused in her direction. After finishing with a couple come hither glances and a wink, she hurriedly proceeded through the double doors and into the posh bar awaiting her at the end of the frenzied press spectacle. Glad to be out of the early winter air, Karissa glanced around mindlessly taking in the atmosphere a moment before being pounced on by an anxious hostess with an attitude. ‘Clearly, this woman takes her job way too seriously.’ She thought while being snapped at to produce some credentials. “Karissa. Ma.maz.za for Miss Isabella Hartsen.” She said slowly, purposefully enunciating her words in an icy tone to make her irritation as obvious as possible. The last thing she needed was another delay as the time on her phone showed that she was nearly ten minutes late to meet her company. When the woman managed to find Karissa’s apparently complex name on the vip list, she was led to her seat immediately and given a half assed apology for the confusion. It was times like this she wished she had taken Luke’s last name, but Karissa Dune didn’t sound any better in her opinion and the whole hyphen thing was out of the question.
When the familiar face of Isabella Hartsen finally greeted her with a smile, Kris felt her stomach flip nervously. It had been forever since they’d last made contact; it was right before Isabella got sent to prison. Yet, their memories shared up to that point were mostly good ones, at least, in her mind. Physically, her friend had hardly changed; she still looked as beautiful as ever which was amazing considering their shared past. Waving once at the fair haired brunette, Karissa allowed a genuine smile bloom over features as she pulled her friend into a warm hug. “Bella, Isabella.” She murmured sweetly in the embrace and then released her. “You look fantastic. How have you been, principessa?” She questioned brightly in excitement, then removed her coat draping it over the back of her chair before taking her seat. Noticing the lingering waitress, Kris decided to place her order and get the woman out of their hair. “I’ll have a White Russian, please.” She spoke up in a friendly yet firm voice, stating her demand plainly toward the smaller woman. Crossing her long, bronze legs and cascading her hair over one shoulder, she leaned intimately onto their table.
﴾ TAGGED ?! ﴿ BELLA ♥
﴾ OUTFIT ?! ﴿ tick tick boom
﴾ LYRICS ?! ﴿ she's the blade by sugarcult!
﴾ WORDS ?! ﴿ 1,007 +
﴾ NOTES ?! ﴿ hope its okay.
﴾ CREDIT ?! ﴿ template made by peridot • words at CAUTION 2.0! you're afraid cause she's got closer you're back-stepping and she's back-stabbing [/font] ﴾ EVERYTHING IN YOUR LIFE SHE STOLE ﴿[/font] ﴾ EVERYTHING YOUR HEART DESIRES ﴿[/font] [/center] |
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Post by ISABELLA SAOIRSE HARTSEN on Nov 13, 2010 10:11:40 GMT -6
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