#fcshionweek

[jacqueline-jones]

So. Uhm. Well... now I’m not really sure how we’re gonna make rent.

[writtenmatlin-blog]

faking it

&&. fcshionweek

Katie wandered downstairs for a coke, phone in hand, absentmindedly scrolling through hastygram as she opened the fridge and pulled out her drink. When she closed the fridge and glanced over, she noticed an unfamiliar bag sitting on the couch. She assumed that one of Maya’s friends was over, so she walked into the living room, sipping on her coke. “Hello?” She asked, not seeing anyone around. “Maya? Is someone here?” When she didn’t hear anything from her sister, she furrowed her brows, and turned around -- smacking into who she figured was the owning of said mystery bag. “Oh! Tori. Hey.”

[fearedliving-blog]

✗ tori.

“Grace Cardinal,” she said sternly, trying to introduce herself and get the other girl’s attention, though it practically seemed useless around here. The television starts didn’t seem to want anything to do with anyone below them, yet here she was, stuck being the personal assistant to one of them. She glanced around -- almost in fear of what was in front of her. Not because she was scared of this business, but she was worried that she had just sold herself out to the worst job she could imagine for herself. Doing everyone’s bitch work for them? Not quite Grace’s style. Still, it was the only job she could manage to get that would pay enough, so she had to try. “Here to help or whatever.” She tried.