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@gjsloan
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@kngofhll
Mari;
Mari had been away from professional modeling for a year. And it sucked. She hated every single second of not having this outlet in her life. Now she was back. Nora was who knows where… probably still in New York… But the more important point was for once… Mari’s phones were silent save for family, friends, coworkers. What she didn’t expect upon her return was to not be allowed somewhere. She tried to explain her name was on a list somewhere. She definitely works here. It wasn’t until Fallon spoke up did the security relax… A younger Mari would have screamed and pitched a fit. Caused a scene… but at least security was doing their job here. “Damn you disappear for a year and everyone forgets your face.” Mari joked as she entered the room. “At least they’re effective.”
Fallon huffed as the security guards tried to explain their reasoning behind detaining the other. “Does she look like a threat to you?” She asked, sarcasm lacing each word. “She’s a five foot ten model, probably weighs less than one of your legs. C’mon guys.” The brunette looped her arm through Mari’s, leading her back towards the shoot. “Honestly, they don’t even know who’s supposed to be here and who isn’t. One of the designers even got stopped by security. They’re dumber than rocks, seriously.” She laughed lightly with a roll of her eyes.
Fallon was ashamed, to say the least. She hadn’t built up the courage to tell Bradley or her mother of her relapse, but she needed to talk to somebody who wasn’t one of her brothers. She wasn’t ready for that just yet. She was seated in a corner booth, legs tucked under her with a large cup of tea before her. She had texted Casey to meet her at the coffeeshop and hour after she got there, giving her time to really figure out what she wanted to say. She’d spent the morning at a narcotic’s anonymous meeting, and an hour afterwards with her sober sponsor. It wasn’t like Fallon was going to go back to recreationally using drugs again – it had been a one-time relapse that she immediately regretted. She had been just over three years sober, and was back to the starting line.
Hearing the bell above the door chime, Fallon looked up, a small smile gracing her features. She leaned back against the booth, taking a small sip of her tea as the attorney got settled. “How’ve you been? How are the babies?” The model commented, placing her mug back on the table. The next words came out of her mouth without thinking, without pause. “So, I relapsed over the weekend.”
@lawlikecaseywells
Open Starter
Location: Victoria’s Secret Fashion Shoot, NYC
It felt like it had been forever since Fallon had a decent photoshoot. While out in Los Angeles, the brunette had spent most of her time modeling and promoting her mother’s casual and bridal lines, so to work on a company that was so well-known globally was refreshing. Victoria’s Secret was a company that Fallon had been dying to work for, and despite the angels no longer being part of their promotion – and Fallon’s initial dream with modeling – she was excited to be photographed for their upcoming promotion.
The brunette was lounging in a makeup chair, which was set up on the rooftop of a building, texting lazily on her phone. She’d invited the other to come keep her company while other models were being photographed. She heard a small commotion, looking up to see her friend being held at arms’ length by a couple of security personnel. “Whoa, whoa!” Fallon half-shouted, untangling her long legs from under her and rushing over. “Guys, it’s alright. They’re here with me.”
Making sure to be as careful as she could, Fallon pulled her small, compact mirror onto the floor, pulling out a twenty dollar bill and rolling it up. With her hand shaking, the model bent over the mirror, watching as a tear dripped down onto the mirror. And another. And another. Hastily wiping at her cheeks, she swiftly bent over one of the lines and held the bill to the end, holding it to her nose and inhaling deeply, moving the straw along the line as she did. And as soon as it hit her system and she realized what she had just done, Fallon flipped the mirror, sending the remaining powder everywhere, the reflective glass shattering as it hit the ceramic flooring.
Fallon tossed the rolled bill across the small space, watching it roll and come to a stop as it bumped up against the bathroom door. Shaking slightly, she dropped her forehead to her knees, allowing heavy sobs to rattle through her body. “Fucking hell… It wasn’t supposed to happen again.” She muttered to herself between sobs, shaking her head against her knees. Fumbling along the floor, she felt around for her phone, hissing in pain when her hand pressed down on a shard of the mirror that had scattered about the floor. Once she found what she was looking for, she quickly scrolled through her favorites tab, tapping the number she was searching for. As it rang, Fallon tried to control her crying, to no avail. And as if it couldn’t get worse, she could feel a nosebleed coming on, a side effect that had always seemed to accompany the drug almost instantaneously after doing a line. Upon hearing the click of the line connecting, Fallon took a deep breath. “I did something bad…” She sobbed into the phone, letting her head fall back against the wall. After a pause to let the man speak, Fallon spoke again. “I’m in the bathroom connected to your office.”
@kngofhll
It had been a very long couple of days, to say the least. Fallon had relapsed, plain and simple. Bradley had taken Birdie to the shore with his family for a week, leaving the model to her own devices for a longer period of time than she had been in a while. She’d found herself at LUX a couple of days prior, initially just to grab a drink and catch up with Etienne. However, when she was unable to locate him, she decided that she would just let loose for an evening. But one thing led to another, and Fallon had found herself sobbing on the floor of the bathroom at LUX, an empty bag of cocaine and a shattered compact mirror on the ground beside her.
Thankfully, Etienne had picked up her phone call, and helped her back to her apartment, her sober sponsor waiting for her. She’d been embarrassed, to say the least, but knew that she needed to let Gabriel know what had happened. Despite how close Etienne and Fallon had gotten, their bond would never be as close as hers and Gabriel’s. Once she heard the door knock, the model made her way over to the door, pulling it back and immediately stepping aside to let her brother in. “Thanks for coming over so quick.” She spoke quietly, almost uncharacteristly so, making her way back over to the couch and sinking into it. “I have something I need to tell you.”
@gjsloan
zolaamara:
open starter
where → LUX nightclub, new york city.
when → night time
Now that Etienne is back, Zola spends more time training with clients at her gym than she does at the bar, except for tonight, because a few extra hands are needed. There’s tons of conversation going on around her, too much, which is why she prefers her one on one sessions at the gym, or fighting when it comes to the other business, but still, she shakes, and then pours drinks for a rowdy bachelorette party. They tip well, so she gives them a heavy pour of their very brighlty colored drinks. She switches to the opposite end of the bar, wiping her hands on a bar napkin she raises an eyebrow “well, well, well, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen your face around here. What can I get you?”
Fallon hadn’t been back in New York long – about a week, at the most. A small part of her missed the west coast – especially her mother – but being back in the city had her feeling back in her element. She’d booked a couple of photoshoots, and gotten Birdie re-accustomed to life in New York. Her daughter was with Bradley for the day, leaving Fallon with more free time than she was used to. The model found herself in LUX, perched at the end of the bar. Clubs in Los Angeles were nice, sure, but it paled in comparison to the vibe that her brother’s club held. A smile ghosted across her features as the woman approached. “Oh, I’ve only been back in town for about a week.” She commented quietly before leaning in and untucking her long locks from behind her ear, forming a curtain across the profile of her face. “I need a favor, Zola.”
“E!” Fallon chirped, dropping her bags in front of her door and dashing across the hall towards the elevator. She’d been back in the city for less than twenty-four hours, and as much as she needed to get some sleep, she’d missed her family more. Bradley had taken Birdie to his sister’s house for the afternoon, and even though she wanted to go with them, she figured her time would be better spent catching up with her brother, whom she hadn’t seen since his wedding. The model had managed to fit the nuptial events within her busy schedule, as it was something she wouldn’t have missed for the world.
She had caught her brother boarding the elevator, no doubt heading down towards his club. She stuck her arm out to stop the doors from closing, slipping inside with a bright grin. As soon as the door closed, the model greeted Etienne by throwing her arms around the man. It hadn’t hit her how much she’d missed her brother while being in California. “I missed you, big brother. How's the married life? You know, I never woulda thought you’d end up married before me. Crazy how that works, huh.” She rambled, releasing her brother from the embrace. “I’m glad to see my key still works to my apartment.”
@kngofhll
shaymitchell: The glam took longer than the time I stayed out 😂
@xniklausx
THE NEW NATURAL COLLECTION 2020
❝ YOU WRECKED MY WHOLE WORLD WHEN YOU CAME AND HIT ME LIKE A HURRICANE. ❞
ALL ABOUT FALLON
NAME: Fallon Morgan GENDER/PRONOUNS: CIS Female, She/Her DATE OF BIRTH: May 29th, 1991 BIRTH PLACE: London, England CURRENT RESIDENCE: Downtown OCCUPATION: Model FACE CLAIM: Shay Mitchell
BIOGRAPHY
Trigger Warnings: Drugs, Addiction, Pregnancy
Fallon Juliana Morgan was born to Edward and Camille Morgan on 05/29/1991 in London, England. Being the baby of the family, she received the majority of her father’s love and attention without hardly trying, creating a childhood rift between the girl and her older brother, Elias, who seemed to see the more aggressive side of their father. Unbeknownst to her, Camille was often on the receiving end of Edward’s abuse, as well, though less physical and more emotional. However, Edward treated Fallon as if she could do no wrong, paying for dance and vocal lessons and constantly taking her on shopping trips, though looking back, Fallon could say it was to keep her in the dark of how terrible he was to other members of her household.
Just after Fallon turned thirteen, Camille finally decided enough was enough; she had grown tired of Edward’s constant belittling of her wanting to take her clothing line back to the states, insisting that she would fail without the weight his name carried in London keeping her business afloat. She filed for divorce from Fallon’s father and packed their things, moving them back to Camille’s hometown of Boston, Massachusetts. Fallon maintained a long-distance relationship with her father, sending him photos of her thriving at dance and competing in the Miss Junior Teen and Miss Teen Massachusetts pageants.
However, her relationship with her father began to falter when she won Miss Massachusetts at age nineteen, inviting the man to come watch her compete for Miss USA. Though he promised to attend, Edward Morgan was a no-show to the pageant, crushing the young woman’s heart as she was crowned Miss USA, the biggest accomplishment of her life thus far. Fallon knew then that she had a decision to make, and explained to her father that his support meant the world to her, as she went on to compete in Miss Universe. It was then that her father finally admitted how unsupportive he was with the path that she had chosen, how she’d be worthless, nothing more than a trophy wife, once she was too old to compete anymore. She cut contact with her father right then and there, setting to work on instead repairing her relationships with her siblings. She invited her family, minus her father, to the Miss Universe pageant, and with the support of her mother, Elias, and her sister Dylan, went on to win Miss Universe.
Fallon decided to retire from pageantry entirely after her reign as Miss Universe ended. The then twenty-two year old went back to modeling her mother’s dress lines, sending her headshot to several modeling agencies in New York City. She was signed to Wilhelmina just shy of her twenty-third birthday, kick-starting her professional modeling career with a print ad for Chanel. And that’s when she met Bradley. Bradley Rivers was a photographer on the Chanel ad that Fallon was working on, and it was easy to see the electricity between the two. They had spent the entire shoot flirting, and had exchanged numbers by the end of the day. By the end of the week, they were in bed together. Bradley was everything Fallon was looking for; older, experienced, exciting. But he was also toxic. He got her hooked on drugs, specifically cocaine and pills during their four-year relationship. He left her abruptly just weeks shy of her twenty-seventh birthday, and Fallon went on a spiral when he left, turning to her siblings for support [and drugs] in the weeks leading up to her birthday.
On her twenty-seventh birthday, Fallon woke up from her latest bender, barely aware of her surroundings, let alone what day it was. It wasn’t until her sister asked for a tampon that Fallon realized she was late. Four home tests and an hour-long sob session on Dylan’s shoulder, Fallon went to the doctor and found out she was nine weeks into expecting a child. She decided to stop drugs cold-turkey, and enlisted the help of her older siblings to help keep her on the right track. She moved out of the apartment she shared with a couple model friends and into one of the penthouses above Elias’ club, determined to give her unborn child the life they deserved. Birdie Lydia Morgan was born on December 24th, 2019, and Fallon realized how quickly she could turn her life around for the tiny human she had created. She worked on cleaning up her reputation professionally, firing her manger and hiring one who would focus on getting her contracts where her sobriety wouldn’t be compromised, and showcasing that anybody could turn their life around.
@fallonxmorgan
Fact of the matter is… you are just a pretty face.
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