alaina armand is a ( 22 ) year-old junior at thu. as a dancer and musical production major, she’s waiting for the day where her talents will fully be recognized. below is some info to help you get familiar with the girl! if there’s any plots or connections that you want, please let me know!
𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬. – beauty supply lip gloss, bussdown jewelry, sunglasses, fran fine, ‘00s video vixens, high heels 80% of the time, ever-changing wigs, instagram girl, designer outfits.
“we just gotta take dis shit in stride, neva’ puttin’ not a thing past these niggas.” he laughed again, shaking his head. “droppin’ out is always an alternative though.” he joked as he ran a hand over the lower half of his face. “mmknow, it depends on how you look at it. them ‘cause they shitty, us cause we know they shitty and we still stay. like you said, they dont give a fuck ‘bout a lawsuit, so the only otha’ way to get these niggas ta’ listen is ta’ dip.” the waiter that was walking around halted his words as he held the glass up to be refilled. both of kzar’s furrowed together as he listened to alaina but thanked the waiter all at once, confusion painting his profile as he narrowed his eyes and looked directly at her. “fuck you talmbout? shawty that’s jus’ how i speak, i can’t help dat shit too much. if ye’en seen me rail up then trust me, we on a good foot.”
a soft giggle fell from her lips, her hand placing some hair behind her ear. yet, once she heard his follow up, she easily wore a soft pout to discourage the thought. ‘ don’t even joke like that! they can’t win. ‘ sitting upright in her chair, 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐀 easily crossed one leg over the other, her arms draping loosely at her waist. sending her pink muscle across the inner lining of her lip, she tilted her head to think on what he said briefly. ‘ deflee us then. cause only jackasses stay somewhere when they know it’s wrong. ‘ a grin appeared once again, her nail going to the corner of her mouth. bouncing her foot lightly, the bombshell kept her gaze on her current companion, her left brow raised in slight amusement. with a casual shrug, she dropped her leg, leaning forward some as she held on to the seat of her chair. ‘ okay, i be havin’ to make sure ian tag someone’s trigger or somethin’, pooh. but now i might push sumn on purpose. ‘
“i ain’t got it eitha’. i ain’t need it forreal, i just wanted ta’ know. i know they be announcin’ shit soon as we gotta step out da’ door though, so i ain’t sweatin’ dat too much.” kzar’s brows furrowed as he provided her his attention and shrugged his shoulders right after she’d done so. “i don’t, i just know i’m surrounded by a handful of idiots. jus’ voicin’ a thought, considerin’ the fact that THU still recoverin’ from them couple of losses that they ain’t got da’ answer to. i just ain’t tryna be policed again fa’ the most part, shawty.” he responded to the blonde with a smug grin.
rolling her eyes slightly, she sighed in exasperation, fully agreeing with the male. some of the ways the school acted aggravated her, but she had to learn to let it be. ‘ they always wanna say somethin’ important at the wrong time. ‘ sitting her purse down on the table, 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐀 sat to face him, her features still amused. listening to him as she spoke, she nodded while following along. ‘ hm, well that’s fair then. i mean, they obviously don’t ‘care ‘bout nobody lawsuit, but does that say more on us or them? ‘ shrugging slightly, she brought her drink to her lips, taking a sip before chuckling. ‘ did i push the wrong button or somethin’? ‘ with her head slightly tilted, she kept her orbs on his face.
leaning back in his chair, kzar rocked back and forth steadily as he held his drink in his hand. he took a sip from the glass before downing the contents completely. “they gave us an itinerary or some shit fa’ what we finna be doin’ while we here? ‘cause it’s a lot of clueless ass niggas who look like they da’ type to venture off on they own whims and get snatched up.”
running her hand through her tresses, the beauty easily arched her brow above her emilio pucci shades. her eyes rested upon the casual male, crossing her arms loosely over her chest as she listened. ‘ i mean, they mighta dropped somethin’ before we got on the flight, but ion have that answer for you, sweets. ‘ a mischievous grin danced on 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐀'𝐒 visage before she shrugged cooly. ‘ you don’t seem like the type to care ‘bout someone gettin’ snatched though. color me shocked! ‘
using her white personal fan, the femme did a casual motion across her face, wanting to keep her makeup in tact. having missed such a humid climate, she embraced the weather that reminded her of home. she stopped a waiter with some drinks, easily taking one with a smile on her face. ‘ thank you, baby, ‘ she spoke, wrapping her glossy duo around the straw. the fruity drink brought a smile to her face before 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐀 heard the voice beside her. laughing softly, she nodded in agreement. ‘ i mean like, i actually did bring nothin’ to wear, so i’m sorry for ya’ pooh!, ‘ she said genuinely. whipping her hair to the side, she eyed the woman straight on. ‘ but we on the same wave, ‘cause that wit’ some rice and cabbage? i need to hit the gym every day we here! ‘
What is your muse’s visual aesthetic? (eg: outfits, colors, etc.)
' deflee ghetto fab. i take my inspiration from a variety of sources, like lil' kim and misa, of course. then i can also do like very vibrant, loud prints! word to one of my libra mothers, fran fine. my hair is literally always changing to whatever i feel, whether a natural type color or something bright. and then my shoes, i go for a picture heels, mostly. the ones you only wear for pictures? them. '
some of her major flaws would be her vanity, and her neediness. vanity goes beyond superficial reasons for 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐀, it could be said that she lets it influence how she's portrayed to others. she might conceal her true emotions in order to not be seen a certain way.
the sudden jolt from her pocket interrupted her thought process, looking at the messages that flashed on her macbook screen with a grin on her face. loving the messages, the young woman put the device on a clear space on the soundboard, turning to her usual engineer. ' alr' now, this lady 'bout to be in here, she's sexy as fuck. and that's comin' from me. so don't embarrass me, ' she warned, grabbing the hose to her hookah and taking a pull. releasing the mango flavored smoke, 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐀 let her nails click on her laptop as she went to pull up the newest song she came to work on. ' so i'm tryna make this real bad bitch music. like, obviously. but i need like that good balance between my vocals and that fire ass track! ' her thought process was cut short once she heard the door open, swiveling with a grin on her face. matching the woman's gestures, she puckered her lips each time to make a soft kissing sound in the process. a giggle slipped from her set as she let her eyes roam over 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀'𝐒 physique, mumbling a low " i know that's right " in agreement. standing up to her feet, she began patting softly at her head through her bonnet, going to head to the booth. ' on god, the one that i sent you, is kinda cheeky, me poppin' my shit, you know? and when i tell you i got a treatment in my head already? ' her tongue easily swiped across her glossy set, emphasizing her excitement for what she had in store. as a well-rounded woman, once the bombshell had her eyes on a goal, she had no choice but to see it through. sucking at her teeth at the final comment, she easily waved it off, knowing that she felt the most comfortable in this space. going into the soundproof room, she slid her hands in her pockets before speaking in the mic. ' pull up it's givin' for me, and start it at the first verse. ' waiting a few moments for the track to start in her headphones, once the opening chords began, she began nodding her head. ' never bring a nigga over where i lay my head, lady in the streets, but a freak hoe in the bed. don't make me say it twice, bitch i said what i said. two things ion need that's a nigga or his bread! '