#glossychat

[v-stone-blog1]

     Veronica was tired, very tired. She also had a horrible headache and was currently feeling a ridiculous bout of homesickness, so she dropped everything and went to the beach. With just a couple of hours left until sundown and no motivation to do anything other than lazying around Veronica grabbed her car and made way to the beach, after all if she was going to laze about she was going to do it in somewhere nice,and where she wouldn’t feel lonely, so her apartment, with all its emptiness, wouldn’t do.

     And so there she was, in a hidden corner of Venice beach, lying on top of a blanket that had been on the trunk of her car lord only knows how long, looking at the sky in peace and relative quiet, oblivious to her surroundings.

[lachapellexx-blog]

Running simple errands in LA typically took up one’s whole day. Though they had the whole day set aside for a variety of activities, Xavier often prioritized the most exciting and promising first; which is why they were making their way through the building lobby, on the way to meet a potential gig manager. They had never worked for this manager before, but Xavier was excited to at least consult with them, even if nothing came from it.

“Hold the door!” They heard through their ear phones just after entering the elevator. They shoved a foot in front of the sliding door and flashed a small smile when the stranger entered. When they finally started moving, Xavier simply leaned against the wall, lost again into their phone while the elevator journeyed to the 16th floor. They felt a lurch, heard a screech and they yanked their ear buds from their ears. Un-fucking-believable. The elevator had gotten stuck between two floors, leaving Xavier and a stranger in an unhappy medium just above the 9th floor. “Well,” they started, with a small chuckle, “This is a goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation.” Catch Xavier always trying to make things into a joke, it was one of their best features. “Please tell me you’ve seen Brokeback Mountain, otherwise I sound like an asshole.”

[irinaakovaleva-blog]

“The artistic scene in LA has turned so... Hipster, is what you all call it?” Irina said from behind a glass of wine while she looked at some art hung in a wall from the gallery opening she had been invited to. “Where are the real artists? The ones who poured their feelings and ideas into strokes of a brush and made them come to life with paint? Now all we get is splatters and toilets called ‘installations’.” 

[larsonjett]

“That is why I hired you, isn’t it? So why not try to actually do your job, and we won’t have to keep having this conversation, hmm?” Pulling the phone from his ear, Jett ended the call with an annoyed sigh, cutting off the squawk of his lawyer and going back to eating the small breakfast he’d been able to get himself in the corner of the cafe. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tried not to think about the fights he seemed to keep having between his lawyer and the insurance company. His house should’ve been rebuilt months ago, but red tape, upon red tape, upon red tape had turned Jett into an almost permanent installment in Asher’s home. Not that he didn’t care about the guy, but he desperately missed the silence of empty house--especially on days like this.

He’d woken up with a headache, and that familiar ache in his chest that meant the day would be difficult, and he had to stay a step ahead. So he’d left at the crack of dawn, and found himself in this little cafe. He’d gotten a few wide eyed looks, and surreptitious glances, but the furrow of his brow seemed to be keeping most people away--for now. And for his sanity’s sake, he hoped it stayed that way.

[poppylowe]

Poppy loved being on the beach when it was cool out. There was something so peaceful and romantic about grey skies and choppy waves, it was the kind of atmosphere that Poppy felt like she fit into the scenery. She had spent the last two hours sitting on a lifeguard station writing a new song and for the first time in awhile she had felt truly and wonderfully inspired. Moving out of her apartment had proved amazingly beneficial and had given her a newfound joy she thought she had lost. 

In the distance she saw a the shadowy figure walking along the beach, and she prayed it wasn’t someone who was about to murder her and throw her in the ocean. She walked slower, trying to squint as if it would actually help her see. At some point she would go look for glasses but today wasn’t the day so instead Poppy aired on the side of caution. “Hello? If you’re a murderer could you please... just not kill me?” 

[lovelacedx]

If there was anything Fern loved more than the glimpses of power she got when telling her clients their futures, it was her aesthetic. Floral crowns, long flowing dresses, amethyst wrapped in wire hanging from her neck. Anything to perpetuate the idea that she was the real deal. Not that it mattered to her clients, she already had them wrapped around her finger, but to the outsiders. She only catered to the elite of Los Angeles, no normal people allowed.

It was part of the game though. Remain untouchable so people would covet you more. It was something she had learned while living on the streets and it worked. Those who recognized her whispered as she walked past and those who had no clue would watch and wonder why she was dressed that way. Either way, she intrigued them and they wanted to know her. If only they had the bank account required. 

Fern enjoyed their gazes, feeling eyes linger on her as she made her way down to the beach. People watched her like they expected her to draw a pentagram in the sand and start “casting spells” there. As it were, she just leaned back and watched people. It was good practice for reading body language, especially given the secluded status of the beach. It was easier to pick one person. 

After a minute, though, she found herself bored. She had been an outsider enough at school and now she was over playing the wildlife photographer forced to watch the animals instead of interacting. With a smirk, she headed over to the first person she saw, tapping them lightly on the shoulder and training a delicate, sad smile on her lips. 

“Excuse me, I can’t help but notice that you seem a little ... troubled.”

[theraferowan]

Rafe’s workroom was his favorite place. Worn and used tools lined the walls and the smell of sawdust and solder excited him. The carpenter just felt like he was totally in the zone and unaware of everything else when he was working. The anxiety that his personal life caused wasn’t a bother anymore as he vigorously scrubbed sandpaper against a piece of wood, a pair of safety goggles adorned across his face. He was working on a DIY crib for a family friend that was expecting a child, figuring that he should lose himself in his projects before he went insane.

That’s when he saw the door swing open, looking up to the door and the sunlight that came into the room. Admittedly, the transitioned shed had very little natural light. It drove others insane but he absolutely loved it. His eyes perked when he saw the figure coming through. A client? A friend? He wasn’t in charge of his own bookings anymore.

“I’m sorry... I got a little carried away doing a personal project. I think I was told to expect you though. Wanna step into my office?” He motioned towards a desk and chair in the far corner, papers scattered all over said desk and a MacBook that looked like it’d been through hell and back. Even with the media frenzy of his situation, Rafe was still getting relatively steady work. Money wasn’t even the motive anymore - he just liked being busy and doing what he loved. 

[lucecrawford]

          Scarlet lips pursed in annoyance, foot tapping repeatedly against the hard floor. Stood in front of her was the world’s most annoying customer, currently sifting through her purse to find the small change. Lucy had lost her patience five minutes prior, back when she had gone to order her skinny coconut milk latte and the elder woman had suddenly remembered an extra item. Scoffing in the queue, Lucy turned around to the line of customers and looked at them. 

“Am I being irrational or is this woman really annoying?”