THESE HOLLYWOOD FUNDRAISERS always reminded colby he was not one of them. he had humble beginnings and he’d probably never live up to the wealth that filled the mansion he was in. his sharp black suit couldn’t compare to the designer names and the priceless diamonds walking in , but he actually didn’t mind. he didn’t mind being by the door with his supervisor mumbling directions into his earpiece , yelling at the new guys and creating overall chaos in his ear. this was the life , truly. he stood along the wall , eyes scanning the crowds. he was here to protect one person , but he didn’t mind keeping an eye out anyway. letting his guard down was the one thing he wasn’t allowed to do. “ nothing to see here , bud, ” he nodded to a passerby who’s eyes were glued to his face. “ move along. ” he shook his head as the guest walked away with their champagne sloshing. “ celebrities, ” he mumbled.
there had been a slip-up with the placards at the tables, leaving camila without a seat. unfortunate, but considering she was simply an assistant-- not really a priority for anyone at the event, not even herself. with a polite smile and a wave, she retreated to the back wall by the door to stand for the duration of the dinner; it was easy enough to blend in, with a face that didn’t get recognized and cameras following her every move like the majority of the night’s attendees. she watched in mild bemusement as one guest seemed to slip up after too much to drink; realizing the mumbled chastisement was coming from a familiar face, camila stepped out of the flow of the crowd moving through the entrance and stood against the wall a couple feet away from colby. “ drunk people are never very fun to deal with, ” she remarked, teeth slightly biting her bottom lip in an effort to hold back a quiet smile. “ i don’t think it’ll get any better with time tonight, though-- sorry. ”
mariah was enjoying the party but she herself needed a smoke break. she walked out the nearest exit and saw another female there. she slowly put her blunt behind her ear until she smelt the familiar aroma coming from the other. when she spoke she chuckled and pulled her own blunt from behind her ear lighting it up. “i came out here for a smoke, i see you’re going the same.” she said and inhaled on the drug.
“ yeah, well. what can i say, it’s a little overwhelming inside, ” camila smiled, a touch of contentment now that she wasn’t the only one getting a repreive outdoors. “ and it’s always nice to smoke with a pretty view. ” she gestured to the one before them, one of dashing skylines and sparkling stars. “ so i had to, really. ”
“A huge party is inside and you’re out here?” Gav looked out at the storm, thankful that there was a cover overhead. He adored the fame but these parties weren’t for him, charity he did enjoy but the stuffy uptight situation he wasn’t interested in it. “Pass me that, maybe i’ll be able to deal with… all this.”
“ yes, exactly. the huge party’s inside, so that’s why i’m out here. ” a slow smile dawned on camila’s lips around the joint. the brunette rocked back and forth on her high heels a couple of times, inhaling once more before passing it over to gavin. “ just a lot of noise, and i needed some fresh air. why’d you escape-- or am i lucky enough to have drawn you out here all by myself? ” she teased, one brow raised questioningly before looking back out in front of them. “ lots to deal with? ”
Nia had been trying to enjoy herself but soon she was sitting in a corner of the room, texting Micah’s father to check in on him. When she didn’t get a reply, she found herself checking social media and snapchat to sneak up on them. But she heard someone clearing their throat and she looked up. “Can I help you?”
“ sorry, i just-- need to charge my phone, ” camila pardoned, apologetic tone written across her features. her secondary battery hadn’t fit into the dressy clutch required of her outfit, and the personal assistant had been fielding calls and emails on behalf of her boss for the better part of the evening, despite it being a weekend and after work hours. “ plug’s behind you, or else i wouldn’t have interrupted, i’m so sorry. ”
a puff of smoke fell from lips colored by cherry chapstick, dissipating into the los angeles sky. camila’s forearms rested on the railing, fingers tapping along to the vague music spilling out from inside. the distinctive smell of her joint mixed with her quietly sweet perfume seemed to hang around the thin frame of the twenty-something year old personal assistant and blogger, who had spaced slightly as she looked at the view. realizing she was no longer alone, camila looked over and greeted the other with an easy smile. “ sorry. didn’t see you there for a second, ” she apologized, waving her hand slightly. “ pretty view, thought i’d appreciate it, ” camila explained. recalling her station, she instinctively asked with slightly widened eyes -- “ did you need something? ”
psst i’d love more plots for camila here, so if we haven’t plotted something with her like this or hit me up !! i play juliet ( @ofsunscts ) too so my ims come from there/you can im me there. i’ll be around off and on all day while i start preparations for super bowl foods for tomorrow !!
talia strolled in her sundress and birkenstocks, perusing the many stalls stocked with fresh fruits, vegetables and other market wares. whenever she came to california, she always made a point to enjoy the weather and visit the organic markets to enjoy the produce. “i’m glad i’m not the only one who decided to take advantage of the sunshine today, “ the blonde noted with a smile, as she examined an apple – i don’t see how anyone could be inside right now.”
with a free afternoon penciled in, camila had decided to spend it out of doors at the farmer’s market-- there was something refreshing and renewing about the place, and she could certainly use with some fruits and vegetables at her apartment to cook with when she got home. “ oh, i know. i mean, i’ve loved that we’ve been getting some rain lately, but-- i need the sunshine. i’m just bummed to know my boss is pent up inside-- working on some new project, ” the personal assistant explained, hands passing over a tray of fruit. “ more thankful she didn’t make me stay with her, if i’m being honest, but that’s the perk of being friends with your boss. looking for anything in particular? ”
･:*:･ﾟ☆ ( cierra ramirez. twenty three. cisfemale. she/her ) ↷ ( camila reyes) has been spotted by the paparazzi in los angeles. they are a ( personal assistant and blogger ) in the ( entertainment) industry. they’re known by their employers to be ( dependable, independent & patient ) but the gossip columns frequently portray them to be ( sensitive, stubborn & possessive ) . i wish them every success in the entertainment industry.
my other baby !! pls love her. imma get right into it!
history
camila is the fourth generation of her large mexican-colombian family; mexican on her father’s side, colombian on her mother’s. her mother’s family resides in houston, texas, which is where camila grew up, in a less-than-ideal neighborhood.
her parents were high school sweethearts, and camila was a bit of an.... accident, with camila’s mother getting pregnant with the couple’s first child shortly after graduating high school. they remained in houston and attended the community college together, attempting to work and make ends meet to provide for their baby daughter.
while difficult, they persevered. they eventually paired with another couple to open up a restaurant, which was successful until the neighborhood it was based in fell to some gang activity and crime. money was tight again, and there were now two other reyes children. camila’s mother became stressed, short-tempered, and turned to drinking.
despite camila’s best efforts in school and extracurriculars and working at the restaurant, mrs. reyes lashed out due to her depression and alcoholism and became verbally and emotionally abusive. camila grew to be extremely protective of her younger siblings. she developed anxiety at this time, partially due to the situation at home and the pressures she placed on herself to help out her father and siblings and the business.
her parents divorced when camila graduated from high school, and camila deeply resents her mother, but still feels indebted to her deep down. she felt a need to get out of texas and away from the neighborhood and people that she felt suffocated by.
an aunt of camila’s lived in los angeles and ran an event planning business that served some celebrity clients. camila moved out to live with her aunt and attend community college. it was through this connection that camila began working as a personal assistant, first for her aunt, and then for a couple celebrity clients.
her careful planning side helps her manage being a personal assistant extremely well. she’s got color coordinated everything. her calendar is meticulous. everything else... maybe a little less so.
she’s pretty good at functioning through her anxiety, although she primarily finds relief by smoking weed. any time the pit of anxiety begins to build in her stomach, whether it’s due to a present situation or a past memory of life in houston, she lights up. she’s also dipped into xanax and other anxiety-drugs, although they’re not prescribed to her: she hates to ask for help. she just needs help getting out of her head sometimes.
it’s starting to concern her, slightly. she’s a smart girl, and she knows that there has to be long term affects to how often and how long she’s been smoking for now; however, she doesn’t really want to confront the issues that spur her to smoke.
she’s more in the public eye now as more of a best friend/personal assistant, and has begun blogging, which is going really well, and she’s getting a little bit of a social following through it!
personality
steady. she’s had to be, to get through her shit. with so many volatile and harshness happening around her, she’s learned to internalize most everything and keep going, because she just had to.
a quieter kind. she’s not the biggest bubbliest personality in the room; she’s got a sarcastic streak and can pop off some snark, but she’s good natured and has good intentions; she’s just not the kind to be so open that it would open herself to being hurt, or show her vulnerable side-- the side that’s anxious, scared, and mad at her mom, mad at her life, mad at the world, sometimes. underneath her exterior, she’s sensitive and takes people’s words-- such as her mother’s-- to heart, and can hardly ever shake them, not that’d you be able to tell.
easygoing. she has to roll with the punches, and had to handle a lot of anger and chaos back home. down to smoke on the roof or go downtown or wander around target, maybe a little high, and laugh with those close friends. she’s adaptable, which has served her well as a pa.
patient. to a certain extent; she’s had to be patient and try and hold her tongue most of her life, although when she does get angry, it’s built up and notable. she holds grudges.
she’s stubborn with her beliefs and when she’s decided to stick to something-- whether that be an idea, a person, or her job-- she does.
basically, on the surface, seems like your chill, flannel-wearing, organized twenty-something with a witty sense of humor and an appreciation for the outdoors and pretty things, but internally struggling and begrudging and sensitive and anxious. she’s hardly secure in herself.
aesthetic
during work, perfect west coast style in heels and jeans and a simple designer tee. after work, oversized flannels over crop tops and cutoff denim shorts. messy ponytails after 5pm. laptop, notebook, and stacks of paper. light makeup and dark eyelashes. perfect schedules hanging on the wall of a slightly-messy loft apartment. a joint stained with cherry chapstick. an easy, high laugh. anxiously bitten nails and lips. prescription pill bottles with someone else’s name hidden in the medicine cabinet. drives with the window down. silent tears in the car with hands shaking. voicemails. stargazing.
