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Celeste Presley, 29, singer, star. Face of India. "Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world."

[harlowrenier]

“Oh, that’s even worse. I’d demand to drive once in a while. It’d help me keep my sanity.” Harlow replied. Though she had no problem being driven around from time to time, to always be forced to be in the backseat was something Harlow doubted she’d be able to stand very long. After all, she was barely making it now without driving and it had only been a few days. “See, I’m an only child. I’ve got cousins and all that but they never lived close to me. Still don’t, actually.” Typically seeing her cousins only once a month (if that), Harlow’s main form of communication with them was through the phone. Therefore, asking them for help on things that couldn’t be sent electronically was nearly impossible. “A little bit but then again, we’re in New York. That probably wouldn’t be the weirdest thing anyone’s seen here.” Frowning a bit, Harlow nodded but didn’t argue any further. “Yeah, you get used to it. I mean, I’ve never really thought much of 740 since I’ve sort of always been tied to it. I can see why people find it so lavish, though.”

[celestexpresley-blog]

“Can’t afford any sanity, I’m afraid.” she smiled, wishing to stop talking about herself already. Maybe that’s why finding out something personal about the girl, made hr relax a bit. “That’s a pity. When family becomes just...a bunch of strangers you phone every now and then. -- Are you close with your parents?” she perked a curious brow, making a light conversation. Kind she rarely got to have. “I once saw three Borat impersonators riding bikes and it was not exactly the highlight of my day. So yeah, doubt it be too weird.” she chuckled, looking around. “So you’ve lived here long? Pardon, I still...don’t know your name.”

[deafxdefying-blog]

There was nothing to hear, and perhaps that was why he frequented the roof. There was nothing to be missed aside from whipping wind, but perhaps even that could was a sound made ancient and forgotten. His heart which thrummed on, seemed mechanically altered in order to beat. The gears were long rusted, and if it were audible outside the confines of his mind there’d be a loud crank before the shutdown. He bypassed the woman with little regard– it wasn’t as if he heard her in the first place– and crossed the surface till he had sat himself upon the ledge. It was usually a night ritual, where Cadence’s stark fur made her look like a phantom surrounded by bright city hues. And he could never look too long for fear of a triggering source, but the times he managed five minutes, well, those were worth it.

[celestexpresley-blog]

She wasn’t used to being ignored, especially not after she’d make her presence known. But the expression on mans face left her utterly confused. Without any intention to pry, she sat down keeping her distance. “Are you alright there?”

[harlowrenier]

“I bet.” Harlow agreed. “I mean, I love driving because I love my car but I understand why you’d get tired of it. I can’t imagine what it’s like to be chauffeured from place to place nonstop. I’d get bored out of my mind.” She raised her eyebrows in surprise, jaw dropping a bit at Celeste’s revelation. “Really? Damn, I don’t know anyone who can fix a car much less mine so if I had to buy a new car, I would probably just risk my own life and continue driving it as is. I’d take dancing with death over spending the equivalent of repurchasing a modest home any time.” Harlow was puzzled by the idea of sending someone to get food before again realizing Celeste was a celebrity. “Are you sure?” She asked uncertainly. “I can get it if you’d like?” Harlow thought about it for a moment. “Decadent, luxurious, glamorous. Typically those are the words I hear when it comes to 740. Definitely not cozy.”

[celestexpresley-blog]

“Yeah, they don’t even let me drive. I’m basically in the back glued to my phone.” she was grateful for her PR team doing such a good job at keeping her online face decent at least, that way she at least got to speak to her family during brief brakes. “Oh I come from a huge family, basically anything you need there’s an uncle or a cousin or a friend of a friend who can do the job. Most people here who work for me...or with me, are people I met back home.” and boy was she glad. Sometimes, she just needed to convert back to her mother tongue, to sit down and have some nice roti and enjoy her old songs. “I think I just want a bike. It’s been so long since I last went on a bike ride. Would be weird with two tall men driving right behind me though.” she pointed at the one that was left, and he offered them a smile. “It’s really no bother.” to the description she shrugged, it sure was all of those things. “I suppose you’re right. I just...stop noticing.”

[senatorwinters-blog]

“I’m an only child,” he said, “so sharing has never been my strongest suit.” The statement was easily applied to most things Connor was involved in - he never liked sharing thoughts, sharing ownership, sharing power. “Still, I suppose I can make an exception, since you seem lenient enough.” That being said, he took a place standing on the side of the roof, just far enough from the edge to avoid danger. Sitting would have easily chaffed his suit, and the mere thought of that made him cringe. As he remained beside her, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the woman’s features were familiar in more ways than one. Still, no name came to mind. “I’m sorry, but you seem awfully familiar. Not surprising, since I meet a lot of people, but are you popular around here by any chance?”

[celestexpresley-blog]

“We learn something new every day.” she smiles his way, having no idea what it meant to grow up not being surrounded by a bunch of siblings and cousins and people to share with. She shared everything, it was her job. “I’m glad I’m worthy of the exception then, can’t promise not to be a bother however. It’s not often I encounter any prominent politicians. Well, none worth my time anyway.” aware it came out a bit arrogant, smirk followed it. “Name’s Celeste Presley. I’m a bit of a star around here, yeah.” sure was an understatement, but amusing nonetheless. Especially considering her songs were being overplayed, her face decorated the billboards and she just became a new face of L’oreal. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. My manager begged me to sing at one of your parties but...well, politics bore me. Never learned how to play that game.”

[harlowrenier]

“Believe me, you don’t want to.” She warned her. “It’s literally hell on Earth.” When she first arrived in New York, Harlow was quite the virgin to situations involving large masses of people crammed into a small space. Growing up in Connecticut, Greenwich totaled around 62,396 people which was far, far less than that of one New York borough. “Sort of. I think it’s mostly the type of car that’s causing it to take so long. From what I managed to piece together, it’s something with the clutch overheating. Anyway, at this point, I am too. I don’t think I have the energy to make myself a proper meal.” Following her into the building, Harlow shrugged. “Good exposure, though. Besides, I think part of the reason you’re getting irritated by your own songs is because they’re your songs.” Harlow raised an eyebrow. “Cozy, hm? I have to say that’s the first time I’ve ever heard 740 described in that way.”

[celestexpresley-blog]

“Trust me, sometimes all I want in life is to walk for a bit. They push me from a car, to a limo to a plane and so on, I’m getting damn tired.” she sighed, hoping one day people would actually let her drive for a change. “Back home, if you didn’t have anyone in a family to fix your car, buying a new one would be cheaper. I’m not even kidding. Thief's everywhere.” she smiled, hoping it worked differently in America. “I’ll send one of the boys to get us some food then. I’m sure they’re starving as well.” with that, she smiled at one of the guards walking behind her. They usually blend in with a crowd, and never stood too close but still close enough to protect her and hear what she’s saying most of the time. Taller one, turned around and left. “We can text him what we want, he’s not the one for conversations.” to the topic of her songs she simply shrugged. “Really? How do they describe it then?”

[harlowrenier]

Chuckling, Harlow quirked an eyebrow. “Rain check on it.” She replied. “I’ve never been to India but I imagine it to be like the New York subway here. You don’t remember how bad it is until your car’s in the shop and you’re forced to have to take it again.” Though she had been lucky in that her trip had been relatively short, it was still horrible enough to make Harlow grateful for traffic. Following her movement, her eyes landed on a giant billboard. “Oh!” She noted. “Yeah, I think I’ve heard some of your songs.” Turning her attention towards the lobby men, Harlow nodded. “Sort of the reason I ran into you. I take it you live in 740, too?”

[celestexpresley-blog]

She nodded, smiling at the mention of India. “I’ve never taken a subway in New York, but I can assume it’s pretty much the same.” truthfully in India, catching a train was all but easy. People did business in them, climbed on top when there was not enough space inside. Few were always running from a ticket patrol. She missed it. All of it. “Oh your car’s broken down? Must be one hell of an adjustment to switch it for a subway. Speaking of subway, I’m craving a takeout.” she entered the premises. Grateful that girl seemed not to give a shit about who she was. “Yeah they’re being overplayed, I’m getting sick of them myself honestly. --- And I’ve been in 740 for a while now, it’s cozy.”

[harlowrenier]

“Neither was I.” Harlow shrugged. She was to blame and she knew it. She didn’t have the best track record when it came to looking where she was going and this was yet another one of those proven moments. Nodding her head, Harlow waved her hand. “I’m fine, believe me. Are you okay?” She asked, giving her a quick one over. Finding no damage done, she focused on her face— one she recognized. Furrowing her eyebrows, she tried to remember where she knew her from. “Sorry, have we met before?” 

[celestexpresley-blog]

“Guess we owe each other a drink then.” she smiled, though it was obvious she was too tired to keep the same smile on. “Oh I’m fine, trust me. Try catching a train in India without bumping into at least ten people on the way. Impossible.” she furrowed her brows once girl seemed to recognize her face. Maybe she met her before, but she was certain she’d recall such a face. “Um, no I don’t believe we have but --” she then pointed towards the billboard not too far off which announced her newly released album. “Bit photo-shopped, but once they start you can’t get them to stop.” one of the lobby men opened the door for them, and she smiled his way. “You coming in?”

[zion-barnes-blog]

“Not to be rude,” Zion said, mostly distracted by the article he was reading than annoyed by the figure in front of him. “But you’re blocking my path and despite what you might be thinking, I am in a hurry.” Finally pulling the article from his face he looked up, half expecting to be talking to a light pole. He did that a lot, especially when he was processing new information on the go.

[celestexpresley-blog]

“I am standing next to a table sir, not in the middle of a path. Perhaps looking up while walking would spare you the trouble of enduring my words that are now surely taking away your precious time.” she replied, her fingers wrapping around a bottle as she dismissed the bodyguards that now seemed to be weary.

[mrdalecosgrave-blog]

He had two hours and twenty-nine minutes until he had to be at his next suit-and-tie event, which was just enough time to have a moment to think. With hair already styled and outfit for the evening ready back at Park Avenue, climbing up to his favorite rooftop destination to clear his head was a perfect fit for his schedule. However, upon climbing up the fire escape and picking a few locks, Dale’s surprise came in the form of a person already there. He was quick to recognize the woman, though he couldn’t imagine why the singing sensation was crowding his space. He plastered on a smile nonetheless as he walked up to her. “I guess we’re both in quite some trouble, then,” he replied. “You’re Celeste Presley, right?” It wasn’t a question he needed to ask, but he figured it was the thing to do. “I’m a big fan of your work, you’re very talented.” He ended his dialogue there, resorting instead to staring off at the city view he was met with. Even when crowded with the presence of another person, the buildings and streets were a nice sight.

[celestexpresley-blog]

She smiled at the assumption of being in trouble. Until she realized it was kind of a truth. “Well, we both ran as far up as we could go.” she pointed around, realizing they sure ran pretty far up. “That’s me. I sure am everywhere, huh?” his comment made her smile, encountering fans was always a pleasure even though she still wasn’t used to the whole thing. “That’s very kind, thank you. --- Do I get to know your name? Or at least what kind of trouble’s brought you here? That could be interesting.”

[senatorwinters-blog]

On days when letters and speeches didn’t flow quite right for him, the Empire State Building was his first stop. What was nothing more than a tourist attraction for most was Connor’s place of absolute relaxation. Something about looking across the city, his city, calmed him in a way not even tea or Mozart could. However, this particular afternoon, his destination happened to be cluttered with an abundance of crowds. The nice weather and weekend combination was enough to attract hoards of people, leading for Connor to have to find an alternative. It came to him in the form of a roof a few blocks down, one he remembered being able to access weeks before during a social gathering. He set to walk there and climb up, but even once he reached the top, he wasn’t alone. “No, actually, I am,” he lied easily. Years living in New York had taught him that if you looked legitimate enough, people would believe anything. “I can’t say the same for you, however.” The woman was familiar, a face he was sure he had seen on a billboard or magazine, though his lack of involvement with Hollywood prohibited him from remembering much else.

[celestexpresley-blog]

She recognized the features which were now followed by a familiar voice. One she had only head a pleasure of hearing on TV. Although she has been on a several important parties where she could’ve easily introduced herself to the senator, she often chose not to. Celeste had very little interest in politics, she was there to sing, not pretend to enjoy it. “I suppose that’s a mistake on both our ends. What a good way to start.” she smiled, turning back towards the edge. “I don’t bother with technicalities anymore. Unless they benefit me. -- Now I’ll hardly get a senator to leave, unless you’re here to jump; then I could give you five minutes but nothing more. If that’s not the case however, I do believe you’re familiar with the term of sharing?”

[celestexpresley-blog]

Days off were something that came around so rarely for her, that once she could afford one she didn’t actually know what to do with all the free time. She spent her day wondering around the city, skyping with her family and laughing at old sitcoms in her old pajama, messy hair and not a single drop of heavy make up. It was the kind of day which would be described as ‘normal’ by some. Then again seeing her face in commercials, listening to the sound of her own voice on the radio, seeing her smile decorate the covers of magazinges she never even heard of. Well, it was everything but normal, even on a normal day. To escape all of it, she climbed up to a rood. View was amazing and the winds felt refreshing against her skin. “You’re not supposed to be here, you know...” she spoke to a stranger whose steps she heard approaching. Then again, neither was she.

[loganxcook]

A swim was usually all it took for Logan to clear his head. The pool wasn’t quite the clear blue sea he was used to back in California but it served a purpose, a reminder of home no mater how much it fell short of the real thing. His job was getting to him more than he should let it and because of that he’d pushed himself far further than he should have. Or maybe he just wasn’t staying as healthy as he’d hoped. Pulling himself out of the water he glanced up to see someone standing by the poolside who he’d previously been oblivious to. “All yours now. Sorry if I kept you waiting.”

[celestexpresley-blog]

Celeste couldn’t swim, no matter how hard she tried to learn, once she would gather the courage to try, she would fail. This fact, however, never stopped her from enjoying her short breaks dipping her feet into the water as she sat by the edge of a long pool. Sure, she loved the ocean way better back in LA, but this seemed to be an acceptable replacement considering. “I’m not here to swim actually, so you do your thing stranger.”

[livia-lawson]

She knew that she’d regret her decision to join her co-workers for a few drinks after a long week the moment she made it. And unfortunately it wasn’t just due to the predictability of their conversations, the asinine ‘banter’ or their juvenile attempts at one-upmanship. That she had been prepared for and reasonably willing to tackle sober, though more and more Livia was wishing she hadn’t put herself through it. What she hadn’t been prepared for was the bar - one of her least favourite places on a good day - to be so packed and to be jostled around so much by people making their way to the bar.  After a few moments of idly sending some texts, she decided that she needed a shot if she was going to be able to hack another minute without rolling her eyes. A few steps in to her journey she felt herself being tugged into the chest of a stranger, their hands heavy on her waist. Immediately she raised her hands, pushing them away.

“Hey, do you mind?” Her sharp words were quickly followed by a glance over her shoulder and a swift apology to the own of the foot she’d stood on in her hurry to get some space.

[celestexpresley-blog]

Meeting her manager out in public was nothing short of challenging, but having flashes and screams follow her wherever she went, was the least of her concerns now that she entered the bar around the corner. She used the typical trick to get in, which was to make paparazzi believe she went somewhere entirely different and then used the back door. And only moments after she’d entered and raised a few fingers to order her usual bottle of red, the scene which played out right in front of her brought memories of Hollywood in such speed Celeste immediately looked up at one of her bodyguards. “Take him outside. By the waist. Make it tight.” and as the tall man from her hometown went to kick the aggressor out, she approached the girl who stepped on her already bruised feet. “You want a drink?”

[harlowrenier]

On her way back towards the complex, Harlow walked as quickly as she could, eager to get home. After a long day at work, she was dying to sit down and finally get the chance to relax. Unfortunately, with her car at the repair shop, Harlow had been forced to travel on foot— an action that left her less than thrilled. Practically power-walking towards the doors, Harlow failed to notice the oncoming figure through her peripheral vision. Bumping into them, she took a step back. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “Didn’t see you coming.”

[celestexpresley-blog]

After a long day of shooting, smiling, posing and doing everything but actually singing which just so happened to be her career of fortunate circumstance, she was dying to get back home and wash off all the make up, thick layers of whatever people put in her hair and finally lay down. Last interview drained her to the point where she was much too tired to actually look ahead. Maybe if her phone didn’t rink again, for the tenth time since she got out of the Late Night Show, she would’ve actually looked ahead and avoided crashing into someone with full force “Oh shit, sorry...no, it’s my fault I wasn’t looking ahead.” she smiled at the pretty girl in front. “You alright?”

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Ouch I have lost myself again Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found, Yeah I think that I might break

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