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Exercising had always been a form of relief for the nineteen-year-old. Ever since she was pushed into the hectic social scene that cut deep through the 1%, Sierra had needed a form to let go off her stress, her anger; a place where she could drop the facade and just be herself without having anyone bothering her- this is where her healthy addiction got started. At first, it was running. The brunette would run for hours on end without even thinking of stopping till the sun went down and her bodyguards had ask her to start slowing down the pace. Next, it was swimming. She loved doing lap on lap in the olympic sized pool, at least she did until her hair started showing the aftermath her hard training. The third and last was the perfect one, the one which calmed her down, centered her; it helped her think and most importantly, kept her fit. With only a few classes, Sierra had become a yoga junkie.

Her addiction to the lifestyle wasn’t something she was willing to leave behind when she moved to LA, so even with all her classwork and errands to run from her various internships, Sierra somehow still found the time to attend her classes and keep her chi strong. Currently, the brunette found shifting her body to the downward facing dog position, her eyes closed and breathing controlled as she allowed her muscles to relax and her head to slowly start to turn blank. Sierra was currently entering her zone, mind and body completely coordinated when suddenly she felt the weight of another person knocking her balance over and dragging her down.

Once flat on the floor, the nineteen-year-old remained quiet, only opening her eyes and pulling herself back to reality once the weight had spoken. Ahhh. Newbie. Sierra gave the girl who’d toppled over her a friendly smile as she pushed herself off the ground, placing both knees against the flat surface, her bum now resting on her feet. “Don’t worry about it.” She laughed, her hand reaching to remove a strand of loose her and tucking it behind her ear. “It isn’t but it does get a lot easier with time. I could barely keep a pose for thirty seconds when I first started.”

@babellaby

#sierra 0.2 #I FINALLY REPLIED HI #it might've been a lil shitty but i tried

guys! i’m sorry if you messaged me and I haven’t replied or anything of that sort, i’ve been stuck kn uni all day and i’ll be stuck there tomorrow as well cause of some event we have going on. as soon as that’s over with, i’ll be quick to get on top of everything, promise! xx

#glossyooc

If there was one person Sierra was truly thankful for in LA, it’d for sure be Jake. Ever since that day at the department store where he helped her pick out the right light bulb for her lamp, Jake had been recurrently saving Sierra from causing catastrophes due to her ignorance when it comes to everyday household items. In the brunette’s defense, if she had thirty people running around and taking care of her every need, why would she need to know how to operate a washing machine? Of course she wouldn’t know how to do so! Luckily for her, the day she felt the need to learn, Jake was there to rescue her from the immense amount of bubbles that were erupting from the machine as she watched her attempt at washing her clothes fail miserably.

Currently, Sierra found herself once again infest my bubbles, only that this time, she’d been giving the dish washer ago, not her washing machine. The brunette nodded in response to Jake’s question, a confused look playing on her features as she watched him smirk. “Yeah, that was it. What else was the machine supposed to wash the dishes with?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow at the guy as she rested her back against the doorframe, her arms crossed over his chest.

#jake 01.

Sierra had been told that Ji Nee’s mere presence was enough to have everyone at the store settled down and on their very best behavior. Apparently, all the woman had to do was walk into the room and instantly every single member of the team would straighten up and focus solely on the task at hand. However to Sierra, all of this still remained tales. She hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting her new boss in person but she was sure she couldn’t have been that intimidating. Boy, did this show Sierra was new to LA.

The brunette and a fellow intern had been helping out a member of the marketing team, Uriah, for the past hour or so. They’d been getting along so well and doing such a great job that work was turning into some sort of game, having all three of them enjoying themselves and letting out the eventual laugh from time to time. One second, the three of them were laughing. The next? Both of her work partners had sat down straight on their sits and shut their lips, leaving Sierra laughing on her own.

Once the nineteen year old noticed the silence, her laughter died down. Luckily for Sierra? She’d caught on to the silence just in time for the woman herself to make an appearance. Well, damn. The young girl took a look around the store, her jaw dropping a little as she confirmed the tales to be reality. That girl was truly something, wasn’t she? It wasn’t until she heard her name being called that Sierra was able to quit looking around in awe, her attention going straight to the superiors who stood before her.

“Oh. Yeah, I’d love to!” She pitched into the conversation, even though she knew they hadn’t been asking for her consent. Wether she liked it or not, the brunette was about to drop all that she’d been doing and assist Ji Nee in whatever it was she needed- not that she was complaining. Once the older girl had agreed to having Sierra accompany her, the nineteen year old stood up form her seat, making her way towards her boss and shaking the hand she’d outstretched, a bright smile playing on her lips as she did. “That’s alright. I’ll be happy to assist you for as long as you need me.”

#jinee 0.1

I didn't need your help

“I never said you did.” Her voice was calm. She stood confidently in front of the model, arms which where once crossed over her chest now resting peacefully against her sides. “I thought you were talented Paula, all I did was tell my uncle. It was him who went looking for you and set everything up.” She sighed softly, her voice now dropping an octave as she gave up her stance. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know he’d want to book you.”

Don’t you ever say that again. (Kai)

Oh. Sierra remained quiet for a few seconds, lips pressed against each other as her eyes stared deep into his. Her once nervous stand preforming a transformation to confident, then shock, and now back to nervous. The brunette knew speaking about his past mistakes would be a risky subject, specially when she was only but a fan and not one he’d been in contact with for long. Sierra swallowed, attempting to take a break from the tension between them for a second by looking away from him.

“Okay, forget I said that.” She shook her head quickly, her attention back on the guy sitting before her as the ability to actually pronounce a full sentence returned to her. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my place.”

You’re gonna get nothing but sass from me if you don’t change the topic.

“Oh, c’mon B!” Sierra insisted, a bright smile toying on her features as she leaned over the table, inching closer to her friend in an attempt to make her feel more comfortable with speaking up. If she was closer Bella could whisper it and if Bella whispered it no one would hear.. right? The brunette stayed still for a few seconds, giving the blonde an excited look as she waited for her to finally comply and let her know what she’d been holding back. However, the longer she stayed in that pose, the more ridiculous it looked and it didn’t seem like Bella was speaking up anytime soon. Sierra pouted her lips playfully at her friend as she sat herself back comfortably on her chair, her hand immediately reaching out for her green smoothie and bringing it to her lips in order to take a quick sip. “Fine, then.” She spoke up, her voice laced with a playfulness as she mocked disinterest in their conversation. Her eyes left the girl sitting before her and looked around the room, only to land on the basically intact cucumber drink resting on the table.

“Bella? This is not going to make me forget about your detox, drink the smoothie.”

Why are you alone most of the time? (Ji Nee)

She opened her mouth to respond, only to not have any words leave her mouth. Why was she alone most of them? The brunette pressed her lips against each other, furrowing her eyebrows as she attempted to find the right way to answer the question she’d been asked. She was currently talking to one of the most renowned members of the fashion scene in LA and not only that, but she was also talking to her employer. Sierra couldn’t exactly go on a rant while explaining how all her fame seeking friends had left her as soon as she dropped out of the map, could she? The nineteen year gave her shoulders a simple shrug as she directed her full attention back towards the woman standing in front of her, giving her the best reply she could muster up at the moment. “I just need sometime on my own, to get my ideas straight and all.”

They’re using you. (Jake)

Silence.

As soon the words left his lips, Sierra bowed her head down in shame, her eyes now staring at the shoes she was currently wearing. How could she reply to a comment like that? It wasn’t that she didn’t believe him... or that she didn’t already know. It was more of the fact that she’d allowed herself to live with it for so long that loosing them scared her. They’d always been the people she called her friends; Even if they were only around for her name, at least they were there. Sierra sighed, biting down on her lower lip, her expression now one of genuine sadness as she lifted her head up once again and regained eye contact with the guy.

“I know.”

Styling was one fashion territory Sierra had not yet explored fully. In fact, the only way she had explored the art was from being the one getting styled, not the other way around. Because of this, the young girl had made sure to do her research and poured her entire heart and soul into the outfits she’d brought to Tasha’s home. She knew her friend had taken a risk when allowing her to do this job, a risk which Sierra appreciated and would make sure paid off. However, who would she be if along with showing off her incredible work she didn’t make the most of a few hours with her friend by having some fun?

The brunette watched carefully as the singer approached the one item she’d been waiting on the entire afternoon, a small smile making it’s way to her cherry tinted lips as she did. One… two…- A soft laughter escaped the nineteen year old at her client’s reaction, Tasha’s disgusted yet amused tone of voice throwing her over the edge. “Look at the bright side, T! I bet the tassels would sway beautifully while you preformed.” The grin remained prominent on her features, blue eyes set on the older girl who still seemed to be in awe of the masterpiece that was the dress. She waited a few seconds to see if her reaction would sway in anyway, speaking up only after it became obvious that there was no way Tasha would be taking the outfit seriously - Which was truly a good thing. had Tasha taken a liken to the moo dress and Sierra would’ve for sure been screwed -.

“I’m sorry! I just couldn’t resist the urge to bring it along. I mean, it’s quite the dress, isn’t it?”

#tasha 0.1

@kaiowns

Ever since she could remember, Sierra had always been told to give herself the value she deserved. Ne vous vendez pas court. Literal translation? Don’t sell yourself short. Her family’s translation? Don’t wait around for anyone, have them wait for you. This was one of the simple rules the young girl used to live by, one she wasn’t upset with breaking- at least not when it came to the person she had spent the last thirty minutes waiting for. When it came to Kai Owens, Sierra would certainly spend days hanging around the tiny cafe waiting for him to make an appearance. As long as he showed, she wouldn’t mind. You see, growing up in the world she did, the nineteen-year-old wasn’t used to longing. It had always been the same way; if she wanted something, she’d ask and in a matter of seconds, she’d receive. However, when it came to the former Poet Eureka member and infamous bad boy, things hadn’t gone as planned. The Demarcheliers were an influential family in the likes of New York city, some even called them the lions of the concrete jungle. Somehow, whatever they seemed embraced or showed support for became an instant hit. Because of this, Sierra’s family had always been extremely picky with the things they allowed her to support, meaning troublesome Kai Owens? He was a definite no.

Nonetheless, her status as a ghost fan changed as soon as the young girl decided to pack her bags and move to LA. As soon as she was able to, Sierra was quick to go on social media and stick up for the boy she’d adored from a safe distance for so long, defending him against the array of rude claims that were made about him and showing all the support she’d been meaning to give his career. Her sudden dedication and interest for the now solo artist had paid off quicker than anticipated, seeing as it didn’t take long for the singer to contact her- bringing her into the situation she currently found herself in; sitting on a highchair in the middle of an isolated cafe as she waited for her idol to arrive.

Much like anyone who expected some company, whenever the little bell above the entrance ringed, the brunette would be quick to turn around in hopes of seeing the older boy she was to meet walking through the door. However, Sierra had turned around so many times that this time around, she didn’t bother, instead focusing her attention in the now cold coffee that sat infant of he. If it was him, he’d spot her in the crowd and find his way to the seat she’d been saving for him. It wasn’t until she felt his presence and heard the familiar voice ringing through her ears that the brunette looked up once again, blue eyes meeting his own as she gave a small smile. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show up.”

#kai 0.1 #i tried

memeroundups

Confrontation! Sentence Memes

You don’t think of anyone but yourself.

Admit it, you’re scared aren’t you?

You’re out of control!

I hardly ever recognize you anymore, you’ve changed.

You spend all your time locked up doing lord knows what!

Don’t sneak up on me like that.

I heard the commotion last night… it must of been a terrible dream.

Listen, about last night…

Here’s a tip, stop hiding behind excuses each time someone is worried about you.

Why are you alone most of the time?

Weren’t you friends with them?

Aren’t you tired of lying to yourself?

I should have known better… than to be fooled by you.

You’re pretty satisfied with serving on your knees most of the time, huh?

Quit getting in my face.

I’m warning you, get off my back.

I didn’t need your help.

You say you don’t recognize me, but you’re the one who’s changed.

When will you quit pretending to care? I’m tired of your lip service.

You can’t stand being next to me. Why is that?

Not everyone is going to leave you, but not everyone is going to stay.

You’re gonna get nothing but sass from me if you don’t change the topic.

How many have you killed?

What if they catch you?

This is dangerous…

I know you didn’t have the best relationship with your father/mother…

You’re tired of fighting, aren’t you?

What have you ever gotten out of this?

They’re using you.

I was only using you.

I’ve known your secret this entire time.

Do you really think no one will find out?

Someone is bound to see the true you and I’ll be there for your reckoning.

You only push me away. Let me help.

Are you suggesting we commit treason?

Stop. I won’t have these unnecessary misgivings. Focus on your task.

Your skepticism is easy to read. What is it that you’re doubting?

In the end, you’ve only gotten more pain. I’m sick of this.

You’re going to run away?

Make no mistake, we’re not friends.

You’re low. Lower than scum.

I’m only helping you this once.

Be a little more grateful about my help, you would of been a goner.

You can’t do this alone, let me go with you.

You keep can’t doing this yourself, let me intervene I’m sure we can resolve this.

You keep being singled out, it isn’t fair.

Quit mothering me, I said I’ve got this under control.

Maybe you should stop worrying about me and look at yourself first.

Help me? You could hardly help yourself.

Of course making friends would be easy for you, you’re eager to please.

You really are an emotionless robot.

Don’t touch me.

Get out.

Get away from them!

Watch out!

You’re in danger.

Your loved one is in danger.

If you won’t do it, I’m sure your friend wouldn’t mind being in your place.

Please. Talk to me.

Don’t you ever say that again.

Shut up!

Let go of me.

Tell them how you really feel.

You’re not fooling anyone with your haughty display of strength.

Tell me where it is.

You said you’d never lie to me.

There’s nothing wrong in doing what is absolutely necessary. The ends justify the means.

You obey order without question, you’re just a docile dog aren’t you? No, maybe a pup.

Maybe if you stopped being such an ice queen people would enjoy being around you.

heey! thought i’d break the ice with you lot and introduce myself. i’m laura and i’m pretty excited to get to write with you guys! i play sierra, who’s pretty much a trust fund baby wanna be broke uni student who’s busting her pretty little ass trying to earn herself a reputation for something other than her last name. if’d you like to talk about some potential plots, just like this post and i’ll make sure to hit you up. xx

#glossyooc

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