good as dead

Sydney Clarkson. 24. Former model.

[sydneyclarkson]

ooc

So, as it turns out, Sydney no longer has any connections. I'm going to stay in this RP (obviously) so message me if you want to plot!

[noahreischer]

I asked the girl at the bus stop if she liked my street art, and she said she didn’t “consider crudely-drawn pictures of dicks to be art”. That’s no way to talk about masterpieces, yo.

[sydneyclarkson]

-sarcastically- Ah, what a shame. Some people will never know good art, even if it slapped them in the face.

I would ask to see your "masterpiece," but I'm not too fond of the shaft myself.

[alice-inlesboland-deactivated20]

[sydneyclarkson]

Tiny Dance Film Festival || Lori & Sydney

[lori-revuse]

"Excuse to get drunk?" She giggled. "Yeah, that sounds like my friends." She looked around at the crowd. The group had already dissolved into the mass, drinking what looked to be more shots. Lori couldn’t tell. Her vision was distorted just as words were. She rubbed her face again, trying to wake up a little bit. "Hi Sydney. I’m Lori, and just a liiiittle bit tipsy." She hated being drunk with strangers in public. When sober, her moods shifted like the winds. That fact was only exaggerated with the more alcohol she consumed. If she was home, this would be a blast. She knew by the end of night, one her friends would get into a fight, another arrested, and she herself would end up either in a strangers house or a park bench. "Y-you okay?" She said, propping her head up with her arm. "You seem a teeny bit down."

[sydneyclarkson]

"Is that why you're here too, then?" she smiled knowingly. "Me too." She glanced around the room again, trying to lose the filter she put on people, but it was difficult because she knew so well what was going on. It had been her life once. Running around in fancy dress, with friends of friends, making deals and getting high in rooms behind closed doors, all while drinking expensive wine. She wanted to scream out, and say, 'Hey! Stop! I can see what you're doing and it's not right?' but those people would learn their lessons. 

She was snapped out of her thoughts when the girl sitting next to her, Lori, asked if she was okay. "Yeah, I'm alright," she said with a smile. "I'm just a little burnt out on parties like these." She looked at the brunette, sensing her discomfort, and saw a younger version of herself -- lost among seas of people, drunk and floating around. It felt very nostalgic and she took a huge gulp of her wine. 

[21douglassirkstreet]

Natasha Lyonne

[sydneyclarkson]

Tiny Dance Film Festival || Lori & Sydney

[lori-revuse]

Lori looked around, her vision slightly blurry. How exactly she ended up in such a crowded area was a mystery to her. A moment ago she was at work, changing out of her uniform. The group said something about heading to a festival before it was too late and then she was there. She stumbled around the crowd, still just a little bit tipsy from the tequila shots she took before taking the stage. How could her friends leave her when she was slightly drunk? Finally reaching a table, Lori rubbed her face and strained her eyes, trying to get a better view of the person who was speaking to her. “Sure,” she said and plopped down on the empty seat. “What’s going on?” She asked, gesturing to the crowd around her. 

[sydneyclarkson]

Sydney crossed her legs as she looked at the girl. She was stumbling over to the chair, causing Sydney to raise an eyebrow. Was this girl alone? She looked young. "People made all these dance videos, and they're projecting them on that screen across the room," she gestured towards it, "But nobody's really watching it. It's just an excuse to get drunk." After she explained, she took another sip of her wine. "I'm Sydney. What's your name, kid?" She felt like she needed to keep an eye on the brunette, make sure nobody took advantage of her. She sighed, and looked around, watching people make connections, recognizing when those connections were for work, and when they were for drugs or other recreational activities. 

[sydneyclarkson]

Tiny Dance Film Festival || Open

Sydney floated around the venue, occasionally looking at the videos being projected on the screen. She was drinking a glass of wine -- her third glass of wine -- and was starting to feel light headed. It was too early to go home, she decided, but she was alone and starting to feel bored. Scanning the crowd of people, she didn't see any familiar faces, which was kind of unusual, seeing as the type of people that Sydney knew would be at festivals like this. However, it was particularly strange for her to end up here because dancing was never something that interested her, and she had been burnt out on posh parties for years. She sighed, sitting down at an empty table and sipping her white wine. She slipped off her heels under the table and looked up to see a stranger standing before her. "Hey," she said with her raspy New York accent and a smirk. "Wanna join me?"

[msalexisharrison-deactivated201]

Getting Back on Your Heels | Alex & Sydney

[msalexisharrison-deactivated201]

Alex didn’t listen the call in the first ring. She had been arguing something with the set designer and it took her a while to notice the Beyonce ringtone playing in the background—people could judge all they wanted, Alex was a big fan of divas like her. As she recognized the music being Sydney’s personalized tune, she pulled it quickly to answer. It was only when the blonde said she was there, that Alex breath a little less anxious. “Hey, Syd!” She greeted briefly. “Hold up there, I’m coming to you.” She said in a happy tone before hanging up.

She told the assistant what to do in her brief absence and head off the studio to meet up Sydney in the entry. She passed security in the first floor straight to her friend and gave her a big hug. “So excited you’re here.” She told her in a single shot. Sometimes Alex was easy to be read, and she had no doubts Sydney would notice the raven-haired had been nervous. It made her wonder if Syd was in the same level or Alex was just being silly.

"Come on, let’s go get you ready." She told the blonde and dragged her along through the building entry to the elevator. Once inside, Alex leaned against one of the walls as it was a habit in elevators. "Was is easy to get here?" She asked, though the wonder had been more internal than external. Eleven floors later and they were entering Vogue’s office. Alex greeted the secretary and went straight to the studio. "This is the clothing room, the stuff we get from NY and London get all here until they ask back. Or just stay there forever if they don’t," she explained as they passed through places they had been used to have in the New York office. "Make up room. And here the main office for picture editing and articles planning and execution." She pointed open doors before finally reaching their destiny. "And here the studio." She opened a door to the madness of an old fashion library set in the shooting studio.

[sydneyclarkson]

Sydney heard her friend talking excitedly into the phone and started to speak when she heard the call end. She chuckled and slipped her phone into her purse and leaned against the wall of the building, tapping her foot against the concrete under her feet. Her heart beat was slowly speeding up, and she felt her hands shaking slightly. After going through withdrawal, nerves seemed to effect her body hugely. It definitely indicated what emotion she was feeling, but she was getting used to it. 

Alex emerged from the double doors, making a grand exit. and Sydney smiled at her as her friend pulled her in close for a hug. "I'm so happy to be here," she said genuinely. She looked at Alex for a moment longer, and realizing how nervous her friend looked, she began to giggle. "Me too," she said with a smirk, before looking down. She knew Alex would know what she meant. 

Sydney followed Alex into the elevator, and played with the strap of her bag. She tried to look casual, like this was something that she did everyday, trying to channel her old self, but she could barely make out broken images of memories that filled the back of her brain. And she hadn't been in a place like this in months. Her friend's question snapped her out of her thoughts. "Yeah, it was alright," she said with a small smile. They walked through Vogue's office and it hit Sydney very suddenly how unprepared she felt. She stood close to Alex, looking back and forth through the hallway and in the different rooms. It was overwhelming. By the time they reached the studio, she felt like she was going to throw up. "Wow," was all that could escape her lips as she remarked at the beauty and the madness that occupied the studio. People ran about, in what looked like chaos, but Sydney recognized the order of it all. They were an ensemble, communicating subtly while they filled out their duties. She looked back at the taller woman for guidance on what to do from here. 

[sydneyclarkson]

feel free to message me if you're up to plot!!!

[alwayshopetomorrowillbetaco-blog]

[msalexisharrison-deactivated201]

Getting Back on Your Heels | Alex & Sydney

There were little things that made Alexis feel so fully alive and one of them was work. From the very beginning, when she was still a model and newbie journalist; she already loved it all. The research, the late nights going through the perfect clothes to fit the editorials, but was she loved mostly was the madness of the shooting day. That whole crazy feeling moved her on full speed and it reminded Alex why she joined the career in the first place.

Her last shooting had been accompanied of Lily—when they had first met, so she had quite the memories to be found of. But today she was on a different vibe, because Sydney was getting back in the market. Alex made sure this was all about Syd. She knew how hard her best friend had been struggling to get her life back and the drugs behind, so she’d do everything in her power to show Sydney was there to stay and that everyone recognized her hard work and remembered how great she was.

In the morning, Alexis left before her roommate, but left some breakfast and coffee done in the kitchen, in case Sydney wanted, with a little “good luck, bestie. see you soon!" note on the table. At her office, she check last details like lightning, clothing and the set while everyone in her staff came around and started to get their asses onto work. But she had been unquiet waiting for Sydney to come around. Alex could bet she was more nervous than Sydney about all that. She trusted her deeply and knew Sydney would never disappoint her, Alex had just been anxious to help the friend straight things out. 

[sydneyclarkson]

Sydney woke to her alarm clock blaring. It was loud, and she hadn't woken that way in months, so she felt a bit disoriented as she slammed her palm down on the snooze button. There was dappled sunlight pouring into her room across the walls; it was 8 o'clock morning sunlight. She padded downstairs to the kitchen and was reaching for the bag of coffee when she saw the plate and mug, set out by Alex. After slipping the note into her pocket, she smiled and picked up the mug. It was still warm. She took a few sips and walked around the island to sit at the bar beside the big windows. Eating her food, she felt her stomach twisting. She was nervous to go back to work today. She knew that she could do it. It was easy, and people liked her because instead of trying to act like every other person in the industry, she moved to the beat of her own drum, never once questioning her intuition on how to move or act in front of the camera. That certainty was rare in such a criticizing workplace.

After she finished, she went back up to her room and got ready -- while listening to Prince and drinking her coffee. She pulled on her shoes last, and grabbed her purse before running down the stairs and out the door. She got into her car and sat for a moment, mentally preparing herself for what she was about to do. She started up the engine and exhaled as she pulled out of the driveway. It was strange driving herself to work, and having a car in general. She had only ever had one before she came to San Francisco. It was an old red Volvo. She bought it after moving out, then wrecked it three weeks later. She also hadn't realized that she didn't need a car in New York City. And fortunately, she had enough money to take a cab anywhere she needed to go. While driving, Sydney thought about the first time she modeled for Vogue. The memories were vague -- not because it was so long ago, but because she had been so nervous that she shot up before she went. It was when she met Alex -- while Sydney swayed back and forth on set of the shoot, trying to keep her cool. 

She managed to find the building without any trouble, and found a parking space close to the door. Stepping out the car, she admired the architecture. It was rather industrial, and it was huge. She felt her stomach drop. Pulling out her phone, she called Alex. It rang three times.

"Al? Hey, I'm here," she paused. "Um, where do I go?" 

[archersofchicago]

"Oh! So you’re one of those leeches that prey in parks and disturb others, no?" He furrowed his eyebrows, letting a soft chuckle escape his lips. She was an unusual woman. Seemed like the type to get on his bad side fast, and one that would probably blow that — is that a cigarette? God forbid she smoke that around him, the child prodigy. The blonde might kill some of his brain cells and send him into a frenzy.

The male stepped back as she puffed the smoke from her lips, shaking his head in disappointment. He debated on lecturing her over the dangers of cigarettes, but he had a feeling she didn’t really care. He wasn’t going to bother wasting his breath on someone who seemed to kill themselves with every waking moment, either.

"You could roll over for that sun, anyway. Whatever, I’ll let you go off and…" He waved his hand as if she was lesser than he. "Be.”

[sydneyclarkson]

Sydney raised an eyebrow at him stepping away when she lit her cigarette. A small smirk appeared on her lips, knowing that she was getting under his skin. He reminded her of some of the kids she encountered in the numerous private schools her mother sent her to. She sat down on one hand, keeping the hand holding the cigarette propped up against her leg. The sun was shining on her face again, but the man was still standing close by. 

His statement sent a wave of rage through her head and shoulders. Her eyes pierced him, no longer joking, and she stared at him for a moment for emphasis. "You are so fucking pretentious," she spat. "How are you going to walk up to a stranger, tell them that they are bothering you, and treat them as your inferior?" She stood up and stormed away, back down the sidewalk to her car. 

[her-ghostwillremain-blog]

[sydneyclarkson]

Alex & Syd 

[archersofchicago]

It wasn’t always rare where Chris would travel beyond the path that was provided by one of the most famous parks in the city. He had been drawn to something fluttering beside a blonde that really annoyed him as it glimmered in his peripheral vision, causing the utmost disturbance in his reading. As he trailed closer, he only found out that the object causing a disturbance with his simple “quiet time” seemed to be nothing, and he had completely wasted a walk and a few pages of his reading.

With a sigh, he rolled his eyes, slouching in pose and crossing his arms. “Not at all, you were just disturbing me.” He said, his tone full of snark and obvious annoyance. It wasn’t her that was annoying him, but the mere fact that he actually got up to investigate the nuisance while it appeared to be nothing in particular. To peg it on the blonde would be obtuse, but it was something the prodigy wouldn’t put aside. And so, he made sure to keep the blame in the corner of his mind.

[sydneyclarkson]

Sydney snickered as the man sighed, almost wistfully. "Well, I'm trying to soak up some vitamin D and you're blocking the source," she said, with a raise of one eyebrow. She lit a cigarette and looked down at her nails, a bored expression painted across her face. The man was strange, but he seemed rather witty which caught her attention. She took a long drag and blew the smoke off to the side. She wished for something to do.

[coneyislandbaby777-deactivated2]

[sydneyclarkson]

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[sydneyclarkson]

Sydney sat in the grass of Alamo Square, the sun beating down on her face. Spring was around the corner, and the air felt clear, smelling like nature. This was something Sydney rarely experienced in New York. The city was so dirty, but it had it's redeemable qualities. Sydney would always have a soft spot for the place -- it's where she grew up, and spent most of her life. She was still so young though, and opportunities were springing into life. Going back to work is really what she needed. Sometimes getting back into the simple every day routine is necessary.  

Suddenly, she felt the warmth of the sun disintegrate. It reminded her of quote from Great Expectations she had read a long time ago that resonated with her: "It was one of those March days, when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade." She glanced up to see a stranger, staring down at her. "Can I help you?" she asked, giving them a quizzical look.