perfect isn't easy

Georgette Foxworth. 25. Model and Show Dog Trainer.

[perfect-georgette]

newspaperburritos​:

Tito was on his way back to the gang when he heard Georgette’s voice yelling at someone. It wasn’t out of the ordinary and he had considering continuing on, especially since according to Rita they had messed her up mentally. He hadn’t wanted that and felt bad. However when his ears registered what the words were he stopped looking over and seeing her plead with her eyes. That was enough to get him moving. Tito may not have been the largest guy, but anyone with half a brain could tell he was not a force to be taken lightly. “Do we got a problem here ese?.” he asked stepping between Georgette and the man. “ Trust me. You don’t want any issues with me tu sabes? Take off before I break your arm for touching my girl again.”

When Tito stepped in to help, Georgette sighed a breath of relief, but tried not to show it on her face. She grinned a wicked smile and looked at her attacker. “Oh, you really better let me go now, or you’re going to regret it.” She almost sang. The man looked back and forth between the Georgette and Tito, then let her go, stalking off with his hands in his pockets muttering: bitch a’int worth it. Georgette beamed and hugged Tito before she remembered herself and backed away. She was a prize and he was a stray. “Thank you, Alonzo. I can usually handle his type, but he was stronger than he looked.”

[perfect-georgette]

@rita-graves​

Georgette was tanning on the beach, trying to ignore the event swirling around her. That was, until she heard a familiar voice and it jolted her upwards with a surge of panic. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that she was safe. She lowered her sunglasses and spotted the object of her panic attack, so she gathered up her things into her tote and put on her cover-up. She followed Rita down the beach and decided to make her presence known when she saw the woman picking pockets. She waited until Rita was away from the danger and then picked up her pace. “I saw that. What is it with you people and hurting people that happen to be more fortunate than you?”

[xsunnyeclipse]

Project Disney →  Animal Week

Favorite Song - Perfect Isn’t Easy (Oliver & Company)

[perfect-georgette]

@newspaperburritos​

Georgette was busy yelling at a man who had touched her without permission to notice Tito watching her. She gave the man a strong slap and was stunned when he grabbed her wrist and twisted it, hard. She tried to get away from him, but his grip was too strong. She was suddenly sick with the thought of him dragging her behind one of the tents and doing something worse. “Unhand me you brute.” She said, but her usual fierce intimidation was lacking due to her fear. Georgette quickly looked around and spotted Tito. In her frenzy, she looked back at the man with a fierce look and spat. “If you don’t let me go, my boyfriend is going to make you wish you were never born.” Then she locked eyes with Tito, a pleading look in her eyes. 

[perfect-georgette]

rita-graves​:

“I get it. Being kidnapped sucks. You feel vulnerable, anxious, and powerless. I’m sorry we probably gave you some for of ptsd. But, there’s nothing to be done about it now. It’s done and over with.” Rita replied. She turned in the mirror, fixing herself up a bit before starting to walk towards the door. “You should probably go see a therapist. Yelling and confronting someone who assaulted you isn’t a very good coping mechanism.” she called back

“Do you really ‘get it’? Do you understand the pain that you cause others?” Georgette snapped. “No, you do not. You’re selfish, and that’s coming from me.” She said. She knew that this woman was not sorry that Georgette woke up in a panic every time something went bump in the night. When Rita went to leave, Georgette wasn’t sure what else she could do. The woman obviously didn’t care. She wished that she was as strong as she pretended to be. As strong as the woman in front of her. “Yeah...” Was all she said before turning around, unable to look at the brunette any longer. She had held back everything but anger for so long that now she felt nauseous and she wished Rita would leave so she could be sick in peace. “I bet you wouldn’t be saying that if you were assaulted.” Georgette muttered. The word itself triggered old memories that she forced back down.

[perfect-georgette]

Every time you call me crazy, I get more crazy What about that? And when you say I seem angry, I get more angry

[perfect-georgette]

alwaysbealady​:

Georgette had always been a tough shell to crack and Layla wasn’t sure she liked her at all. They didn’t quite run in the same circles, Layla came from money but not near the amount Georgette did. “Of course, totally understandable.” she said keeping a polite front, afterall she didn’t want to ruin the pleasant connection with how annoyed she was that the woman kept brushing off her invites. “Hopefully you can, it would be great to see you there.” she urged gently. “Very.” she agreed. “Lucky to have such a great home with you.” Many shelter dogs didn’t get that opportunity and Layla was making it her mission to find them the best homes where they’d be taken care of and loved. “How’s your ankle? You took quite the tumble.” 

Georgette could tell by Layla’s body language that she wasn’t a fan---which was unfortunate for her, because Georgette was obviously a star. But she was used to this. She felt that no one ever liked the real her anyways, which was fine. She didn’t need people. She was above friendships. She could tell how much Layla was trying to get her to attend her function and Georgette loved nothing more than being wanted. “I will try to make it this time. I promise.” She said, a false smile playing on her lips. She meant it, but mostly because she knew that it would be good to have some attention on good deeds and not which actor or singer she was dating. “They’re my angels,” Georgette agreed, looking down at her dogs with love. When Layla mentioned her ankle, she frowned. “I told you I was fine,” She lied.

[falloncarringtongifs]

[perfect-georgette]

thesestreetsofgold​:

     Dodger strolled with one foot in front of the other, fingers tingling, twitching as he scanned the area for a wallet or a watch – something to get him his payday. His eyes flicked from person to person as he passed them, waiting for the opportunity he was looking for to arise. Bingo!, the thief thought to himself as he spotted just what he had been waiting for. A man in a blue suit walked by, the smell of a far too expensive cologne followed like a rainbow to a pot of gold. Locked onto his target, he turned around on his heels and trailed the man, catching up with ease. With a hand nearly into the left pocket of the man’s suit pants a shriek torn through the silence and he ripped it back, shoving it into his own and backing away. The last thing he needed was to get in trouble. Rita and the others wouldn’t let him hear the end of it if he got caught. Turning his attention towards the cause of his loss, he noticed a familiar figure. Irritated, he turned his focus to her. Speed walking through the murmur of the outdoors, he watched as the heel of her shoe broke. Karma was a bitch – and with that thought, the woman was falling, a yelp coming from her. Before he could think anything else, Dodger reacted. Catching Georgette, the corner of his lips pulled up into a smirk. It was an expression he was sure she had seen many times on him during the period of her kidnapping. “Well if it isn’t my favorite prized pooch trainer.” Dodger helped her upright, releasing her from his grasp. There was a smaller chance of getting hit if he wasn’t touching her for long and from what he could remember she had a wicked arm. “Come here often?”

Georgette looked up at her saviour with a smile, about to thank them, when she saw his face and her smile went sour. She pushed him away from her, abruptly. “I’m not answering that.” She said, not wanting him to know that she walked this park three times a week. “What, you didn’t get enough money from my poor father?” She accused, digging through her purse quickly for her pepper spray. When she couldn’t find it, she huffed and crossed her arms. She saw that he didn’t want to get too close to her and smirked right back at him. “Oh, I see you learnt your lesson.” Georgette said. She looked him over and shook her head at the thoughts that clouded her mind. He had a dangerous charm about him that she found hard to resist, but she knew better now. “What do you want, Dodger? And don’t say ‘money’ because you are not getting another cent from my family.”

[perfect-georgette]

housedevil​:

Cruella watched the woman for a moment noticing how she looked her over as if in approval. The other women’s shoes were completely ruined if she’d been a nicer person she could’ve offer a new pair from her designer house but then again she wasn’t known for her kindness. “Show dogs, are they award winners or merely just pets?” She mused moving her hand to pet Queenie’s head as she watched the other two wild dogs running back to their owner with a sense of happiness within them. “I suppose we do, but still one should ensure the instincts don’t take out their owner.” she mused knowing that when it came down to it dogs would be dogs. “Not unless I give them the okay, which saves my heels from being destroyed, its quite a nice little trick.” She mused before giving Jasper a pet as well.

“Gucci and Versace are both two-time National champions,” Georgette boasted. Her standard poodle, Prada, was her oldest dog and she was a six-time national champion, but now she mainly did shoots for dog magazines. “They each have countless ribbons as well.” The woman said with pride shining in her eyes. When the woman spoke again, Georgette nodded. “Well, they did take me by surprise. They don’t run often.” She sighed, looking down at the boys. “You have them trained well.” Georgette agreed, looking at the woman’s dogs. They were gorgeous. She looked at the woman closely and a lightbulb finally went of in her mind. “Oh! You’re Cruella De Vil, aren’t you? I adore your designs.”

[perfect-georgette]

alwaysbealady​:

“Yes.” she smiled politely letting Georgette brush the dirt off her expensive outfit. “Yes, I know you.” she bounced on the balls of her feet, she wondered if this was the in she needed to persuade ms. Foxworth to donate to the shelter. “I’ve sent you a few invitations to second chances’ fundraiser events but your schedule has never aligned, hopefully I’ll pick the right date one of these days.” she chuckled lightly. “Your dogs are really cute.” Layla said bending down to pet the two dogs who had abandoned the squirrel and pranced back to their owner. 

Georgette tried not to sigh at Layla’s words. She was always going on about that shelter of hers. “Yes, yes. I am awfully busy with my shows and my shoots.” She said quickly. “I promise I’ll try my best to make it to the next one.” Georgette said. Maybe she should attend one of those fundraisers soon. It would look great on her Instagram page. Georgette smiled when Layla bent down to pet Gucci and Versace. “Yes, they’re perfect, aren’t they? The toy poodle is Gucci and the westy is Versace.” 

[perfect-georgette]

rita-graves​:

“not easily but you get used to it.” she sighed just wanting this conversation to be over. She had a feeling that wasn’t the case.Rita wasn’t exactly known for having a lot of patience unless Oliver was involved.  “Look princess what exactly do you want me to do huh? You clearly don’t want us in jail or that would have happened already so what exactly is the point of this entire scene you’re throwing?” she asked turning away from the woman and fixing her clothes in the mirror. 

“I don’t think I ever could.” Georgette huffed. She noted that the woman looked annoyed to be in her presence and it struck her as odd; firstly, Rita was the one that had wronged her; secondly, Georgette was a delight to be around. She stood, stunned, at Rita’s words. Her father hadn’t wanted her kidnapping to hit the news and Georgette hadn’t identified her kidnappers either. She wasn’t quite sure why she hadn’t though. It wasn’t as if she cared about what happened to them. “I... I want you to know how I feel, that’s all.” She frowned.

[perfect-georgette]

lilxscamp​:

Scotty had been out for a run in the park, hearing a scream from the other direction. He turned around, running over towards the woman and stepping in front of her at the last second to ensure she didn’t hit the ground. “Woah there….are you okay?” Scamp asked, cocking his head to the side and rubbing his neck once they were on their feet again. “You didn’t hurt your ankle or anything did you?” 

Georgette slammed against the young man and blinked, surprised that she hit a person and not the hard concrete path. She wobbled back to stability and noticed that her ankle did hurt. She cursed inwardly. “I did, but it’s alright.” The woman said, not wanting to look weak. “Thank you for catching me. I don’t know what I would have done if my face was injured.” 

[perfect-georgette]

ofxmoana​:

     Moana looked up when she heard the other cry out, and knowing there was no way she could get to the other fast enough to catch her before she fell, she set off, running until she finally managed to grab hold of the dog’s leashes. “Are you alright? Are you hurt at all?” she asked, trying to inspect any obvious damage on the stranger as she extended her spare hand to help her up. 

Georgette’s ankle throbbed and her knees stung, but she would never allow herself to look weak in front of anyone, so she stood by herself, ignoring the girl’s hand. She dusted the gravel from her knees and managed a smile. “I’m fine, thank you.” When she saw that the girl had retrieved her dogs, her smile became more real. “Oh, my precious darlings.” She said, cooing at her dogs. “I appreciate you retrieving them.” 

[perfect-georgette]

oldman-einstein​:

He hadn’t meant to trip them. Einstein was just stretching out his long legs. Leaning up against the fence for a moment. “Hey, are you okay? I’m sorry about tripping you, I didn’t mean it.” He said, kneeling down in front of them quickly and moving one of his large hands over their back as if stroking them would be comforting to them. (Especially if they were a stranger). “Do you want help up?” He asked. 

Georgette let out a yelp as she felt herself fall to the ground for the second time this week. Really? Did the Earth love her so much that it wanted her to come closer? She would rather believe that over her being clumsy. When the man that tripped her touched her back so recoiled, moving away from him quickly. “Don’t you dare touch me! Do you know who I am?” She exclaimed and then looked up at him. “Y-You’re one of them.” She hissed. Why were they following her around now? She scrambled to her feet. “You tell that leader of yours that he got his money and to stop sending you goons after me. I will not tolerate this harassment, do you hear me?”

[perfect-georgette]

newspaperburritos​:

Tito had been walking through the park undercover, trailing one of buster’s boys. He hadn’t like the fact that one had been around Rita, so he wanted to track their routes. Well, that was until he heard the voice of his Georgita. He looked up seeing her getting pulled by two small dogs. He laughed, jogging over to say hi when he saw her trip. He picked up the speed, throwing himself down to break her fall, the pavement of the road scratching his skin up. “hola mi carina. you really fell for me this time, huh?” he joked. 

@perfect-georgette​

Georgette was shocked when she landed on a human instead of the hard pavement. She scrambled back and gasped when she saw that it was one of those ruffians who had kidnapped her. “You!” She exclaimed, quickly getting up off the ground and taking a pink bottle of pepper spray out of her purse. “Stay back! I will use this.” Georgette said with a glare. It didn’t matter that this man---she thought his name was Tito, but then again she recalled him having many names---had treated her well when she was in their custody, he had still kidnapped her. 

[perfect-georgette]

pecxliarmlle​:

“Oh!” Belle had been walking behind the woman, a pair of books tucked into the crook of her arm, and she saw the woman pitch forward as she ran after her two little dogs. She hurried forward and caught the other by the warm with her free hand. “Are you okay?” she asked, steadying her. “Did you hurt your ankle?”

Georgette gasped as she was yanked back and steadied, trying to balance on the her one good shoe. “I’m fine, thank you.” She said, looking for her dogs. They were sat patiently under a nearby tree, looking for the squirrel they lost. She sighed. “Boys!” She called and then whistled. They came running and Georgette turned back to the woman. “I truly don’t know what came over them.”