Paisley Fitz

Paisley Fitzgerald

[paisleyfitzgerald]

wddingcrshers​:

mardra tried to hide her face, but it was no use when she saw the stained page. “ maybe you can turn it into one of those inkblot tests ? you know what they say, close a door and open a window. ” she did her best not to think of someone leaving a complete mess and just walking away, but she had heard plenty of suspicious things about her coworkers and quite honestly, wasn’t all that surprised. “ at least it was only pen ink and not a bodily fluid, ” she added with a laugh.

Paisley was trying not to be too upset-- but she couldn’t help it, she’d been working hard on that specific design. The woman pouted at the blonde, closing the notebook. “That’s a lovely sentiment, but I cant turn an inkblot test in to my boss for a design assignment,” She sighed heavily. “Bodily fluid? Girl if someone had left bodily fluid on this table I would lose it. But I also wouldn’t be surprised, some of the people in this office are wacko, you know?” 

[paisleyfitzgerald]

“LOOK at this!” Paisley whined, holding up a page of her sketchbook. She didn’t really consider herself an artist, but with a degree in fashion design and being an intern for fashion design, she at least sketched out her ideas. This specific page, however, had blue ink splattered all across one of her designs. “Someone left their exploded pen in the break room and when I sat down to eat my damn lunch, I set it right in a puddle of ink!” She ran a hand through her hair, her acrylic nails glistening in the light. “Who just leaves shit like that laying around!”

[paisleyfitzgerald]

ezrayordan​:

Ezra shrugs, “The difference is that sand is the devil.” he says easily, reclining back in his chair and pillowing his head with one arm, “Yeah, I’m Ezra, I work in accounting.” he introduces, so used to having to introduce himself since the accounting department seemed to fade into the background, so often, especially when next to flashier departments like fashion or pr. He offers his hand up to the new person to shake, the business like instinct feeling a little odd when he’s only in hsi swim trunks, but he supposed this was meant to be a business trip, “N’you?” 

“Ah, clearly you’re not very well versed in glitter, then, because I can assure you glitter is just as bad if not worse than sand,” She warned him jokingly, but it was true. Any unwanted place you find sand in-- glitter makes its rounds there too. Especially body glitter or glitter from certain accessories. She shook his hand, not feeling strange about it at all- even in a bikini. As a fashion design intern, she shook hands with models in swimsuits all the time. “Paisley. I’m a fashion intern, nice to meet’cha. Ezra is a cool name,”

[paisleyfitzgerald]

brckends​:

“no, company’s fine.” not that he really wanted any, but he wasn’t about to deny her enjoying the jacuzzi, so he kept his mouth shut about how he truly felt. “enjoy.” he chuckled lightly, securing the band that held his hair in a pony tail. “luke, by the way. i don’t think we’ve met.” he smiled and held a hand out to her, “enjoying the work trip so far?”

“Sorry for ruining the alone time, I promise I won’t bother you too much,” She laughed-- it was kind of a lie, she was self aware that she was annoying and talkative. “Ah, Luke. Maybe we’ve seen eachother like once, I dunno. There’s too many people that work here,” She responded, reaching out to shake his hand. “Ah, yes. Honestly I’ve been doing quite a bit of work! But being able to do stuff like this after is so worth it.”

[paisleyfitzgerald]

luke & paisley

Paisley walked into the room with the jacuzzi, glad that there was only one other person there-- a guy who looked pretty familiar, definitely had seen him around Masters, but she didn’t know his name. “Hey, “ She started, setting her towel down. “Hope you don’t mind some company,” the girl laughed, sticking her feet into the hot water first and sitting on the ledge to get used to it. 

@brckends​

[paisleyfitzgerald]

ezrayordan​:

Ezra stands and waits for her to get out of his chair, an amused upturn to the corner of his lips as he raises a brow, “Yeah, you.” the phrase always comes out sharper than originally intended but he supposes that’s the New York in him. He watches the other move out of his space skeptically before he slowly reclaims his seat and he goes about drying himself off, “Yeah, no big, all the hotel rentals look the same.” he says, his shrug noncommittal as he rubs his towel behind his ears, “Should you really wear contacts at the beach? With all this…” he looks around meaningfully, “y’know, sand?”

Paisley stood next to his chair, crossing her arms over her chest comfortably and shrugging. “Meh, maybe not, but I wear glitter on my eyelids and still put my contacts in so like, what’s the difference,” She said. “You work at masters too, then?” She asked, just assuming since most of the meetings were done for the day and this is where everyone collectively seemed to head. 

[ezrayordan]

Ezra took a break from all this team building bullshit to go take a swim at the beach. It helps him clear his mind and the noise of the waves washes out all the other hotel guests screaming and playing their music too loud. Their beach being private for the hotel at least keeps away the majority of the tourist crowds which he thanks the lord for as he makes his way back to the area he had set up for himself, just one beach chair rental and one umbrella which is why he stops short when he sees someone in his chair, “And what are you doing here? Don’t you have a meeting to be at?” he asks, reaching out for his rented towel to scrub at his still dripping hair.

[paisleyfitzgerald]

“Me?” Paisley looked up,  confused for a second before she realized she’d gone to the wrong chair. “Oh-- well, shit. No, my meeting is over, but I could have sworn this was my chair,” She laughed at herself, slapping her own thigh gently. She stood up, pretending to brush herself off and looking to the left, where there was another chair almost identical several feet away. “Guess that’s what I get for not putting in my contacts, amiright?”

[paisleyfitzgerald]

candymodels‌:

“Fun is your middle name and you didn’t hop on this idea from the start?” The blonde teases with a giggle while settling back into her chair. “If you’ve got a good enough idea pitched to the right person, anything can be a photo shoot.” Candy notions before perking up a bit again. “And I can always use a project intern to help with shoots… I wonder if there’s an open camera jockey for a cute shoot with lazer babes.”  Her brows raise to the other. “…what’s a new masters product? We just got Nike- or whatever shoe dudes, right? We could easily do a shoot for them. Who says they gotta ask for product shoots if we just give them a gift?”

“Well yeah, I’m not tryina get in trouble, I’m just a wittle intern,” She replied, poking her two index fingers together. “Well, then, I’d rather trust you with that-- I’m not really good at sounding convincing, they’ll think I’m just trying to goof off,” Paisley explained, already knowing a few people here didn’t exactly like her. “Nike? Hmm...” Paisley tapped her chin. “I feel like we would need to ask permission to leave the offices regardless,” 

[paisleyfitzgerald]

bright0nyourday‌:

Will groaned, not realllllly wanting to– until she offered the jacket. Then they really wanted to. “Oh.. Okay yeah, deal, let’s go- I gotchu.” The brunet nods excited and quick. “I’m wearing that to the club, we’re going Friday of course, and now you get mac and cheese just for you!” Their feet started onward towards the mac and cheese shop so they could walk and talk Paisley into her own bowl. 

“I knew you would say yes,” Paisley giggled, nudging her friend playfully. “I think Im gonna wear that holographic two peice I got last week, but I don’t know,” She shrugged. She usually changed her mind last minute anyways. She followed them, trusting their sense of direction. “So-- how have you been? It’s been a hot minute,”

[paisleyfitzgerald]

candymodels‌:

How upsetting- she missed the Gala while out for a gig. Then again, she wasn’t the only one, but it was still so upsetting. She loved Disney and being pretty, and would have of course made an adorable character. But that was in the past now. Instead she was focused again on work. The next shoot. The next time to get out of this building. 

“Ugh.” The blonde groaned as she kicked her heels up, crossing one ankle over the other. “Please say you have something fun for us to do… I will literally find a way to make lazer tag our job, right now..”

“Lazer tag?” Paisley asked, looking up from the stack of papers she was over looking to peek at the blonde. “Fun happens to be my middle name, but I’m gonna hold off because I’m more curious as to how you’d find a way to make lazer tag a part of the agenda today,” She teased, leaning against the desk the girl was sitting at.  “Especially since I’m just an intern, I doubt they would allow that even for some type of photo shoot.”

[paisleyfitzgerald]

easicrtogo‌:

The compliment made Lindsey’s smile widen, she always liked when her cooking got complimented. Almost more than her photos, but only almost. “Well, you never get good at something if you don’t practice, Pais,” she said, “and dishes are an inevitable part of a home. But I can help, if you ever wanna learn how to cook stuff.”

“True,” Paisley replied, smiling back at her. “Ah, yeah? I would like that, I’m a good learner I promise. And a good listener-- it might not seem like it since I’m so fuckin’ loud, but my ears are bigger than my mouth,” 

[paisleyfitzgerald]

anahlys‌:

“Oh, I’m sure you will. I hope you will! This place seems to have a pretty good turn over for internal hires from the intern pool. At least thats something I’ve noticed.” she says, shrugging, eating some of he lunch. She covers her mouth when she answers the next question, “I’m a model here, just came for a meeting before I have to be off to a gig later today.” she says with a bouncy shrug, that seemed to be the way her life had been going. “Aw, stop, it’s just a recipe I found online. I gotta stay fit and curvy.” she says proudly, doing a playful little wiggle in her chair, “It’s nothing really, I can link it to you if you want?”

“Well that’s a relief,” Paisley giggled obnoxiously, “I haven’t been here nearly long enough to notice,” She said. “Oh, a model?” Paisley asked curiously. “That’s so cool-- maybe I’ll get to work with you someday. You’re definitely gorgeous enough to be a model,” The girl flirted lightly, hoping it wasn’t overstepping any boundaries the other may have had. Paisley tended to forget about those kinds of things sometimes when she let her big mouth run. “Well, it’s better than what I could do. I can’t even cook a damn omelette,”

[paisleyfitzgerald]

bright0nyourday‌:

Will used one hand to hold his bowl, his other hand giving snaps as he nodded to her for a moment. “Honestly- werk- there are no lies detected.” They ended while letting out a laugh, taking the bowl in both hands again after feeding the other her bite. “Anything for my bisexual style icon. But actually- we should get you your own bowl. Because I want mine..” 

“Do you wanna be a doll and buy me one? I locked my purse with my wallet in my office and I really dont wanna have to go back up to my floor and get it,” She explained, shaking the pink jacket a little. “I’ll let you borrow this sucker if you do,”

[paisleyfitzgerald]

bright0nyourday‌:

Will nodded as the other pet their furry jacket. “Avalon..” They repeat softly, still amazed. “I can’t believe I don’t have one to wear with a mesh crop top so that the gays can say I fed them a full meal..”  Of course they were kidding, but the observation still held. “But honestly- if I can’t find one in purple I’m going to need to make one.” When the other paused, Will let out a laugh, giving a few nods to the bowl. “Here-” They stopped, stabbing a few noodles with chicken and bacon on the fork to hold the bite up to the other. “-yeah for real, I’ll even feed you like a baby. I don’t care.”

“Oh, honey,” Paisley started, tossing some of her hair over her shoulder. “I am constantly feeding the gays a full meal every day of my life. I am the bisexual style icon.” She joked-- well, mostly joked, half serious. She took the bite will held out for her gladly. “Mhm,” She nodded, swallowing the bite. “You’re damn right you will,”

[paisleyfitzgerald]

anahlys‌:

Analise makes an excited little sound, “oh my god, thats awesome! Whats your work focus? Design? Editing? Tell me all about it.” She already loved the girl’s style, she couldn’t wait to hear more, “Here, I’ll give you a peace on my Tupperware lid,” she says, taking a seat at one of the empty tables, “This is just some mini turkey meatloaf and mashed potatoes but I mixed in some feta and spinach so it’s not like just potatoes, cuz, y’know, healthy.”

“Editing!” Paisley responded. “But I’m just an intern right now so I don’t really get to do too much of the fun stuff.” She shrugged. Hopefully that would change soon, but she was content with her position for the time being. “What about you?” She asked, sitting down to eat the peice of food she had been offered. “It’s fucking good, so many people here cook their own lunches. I try to cook shit and it tastes like borderline cardboard,” 

[paisleyfitzgerald]

easicrtogo‌:

Laughing, Lindsey offered the tupperware to the other girl. “I did.” She had been feeling a little stressed, and cooking was always a way to feel better with that. “I like to cook a lot, to be honest.” She held out her fork. “Do you want to try some?”

Paisley’s eyes sparkled with happiness as she took the fork to try some. “Oh my god, yes,” There were few things on this planet that Paisley loved more than food. “I hate cooking. Well, it’s alright, I’m just not very good at it and I mostly don’t like having to do all the dishes and clean up after,” She admitted. “This is so good, though,”

[paisleyfitzgerald]

gcdly‌:

oh , the master’s interns. athena couldn’t stand them. they were too eager , too pestering , too inadequate  &  not out of her way enough. the last thing athena wanted was someone in her face about anything  &  interrupting her trying to make an exit to eat her lunch elsewhere.  “    first of all , pointing is fucking rude. mind yourself  &  use the manners that you just so happened to forget a moment ago.    ”  athena’s instantly squinted at the familiar face. of course an intern that she worked with in the fashion department was acting like a mosquito when all she wanted to do was get time away from them.  “    second of all , you need to make it fucking quick. because i think i just remembered the long list waiting for you when you get back that needs to be done before you leave today. marrisa’s orders.  so , be a good little intern  &  hurry back , parsley.    ”  a condescending tone apparent in athena’s voice as she snapped her manicured fingers at the intern. obviously there wasn’t some freakishly long list of tasks that needed to be done , but she didn’t need to know that.  &  it wouldn’t take that long to write one up either.

Damn, Paisley thought. The fucking absolute nerve of these people that worked here. First some broody asshole was swearing at her and now this bitch-- Paisley had to mentally tell herself to calm down, since there was no need for an episode in the middle of the lunch room. “Last time I checked pointing wasn’t as rude as snapping at someone who was only asking you a question, and I’m not sure angrily dropping the F-bomb three times in a row is really appropriate,” She countered-- and sure, Paisley was quite the potty mouth herself, but there was a difference between casually swearing and angrily swearing at someone for virtually no reason. “I get that you’re like, probably compensating for how small and petite you are by acting like a raging bitch, but I promise you that it’s not necessary. I think you know my name is Paisley and maybe next time instead of trying to dangle your weak authority over me as an intern, you can just say ‘hey, I’m pretty busy and I don’t feel like talking right now, have a nice lunch!’ -- you know, a pretty easy, generic, and straightforward way to get away from someone without being a mean cunt. I didn’t realize being an intern here meant that I would have to teach several people about mature conversational and communication skills, but apparently I do. Just because someone is annoying you or you don’t like them doesn’t mean you can just sound off on them. It’s pretty easy to be cordial and short with people.”