#natbardot

[kllerxqveen]

·  ·  · vivienne had excused herself to the restroom. deciding a little breather was needed and a little refreshing along with it. it was one of those nights she was dragged into a party with a few other friends. however vivienne knew they had only been socialites. swarming at the opportunity to be apart of something bigger than them. after all, it was just a social ladder people had climbed for years. 

fixing her lipstick in the mirror, vivienne noticed a familiar face, nathalie bardot. she had been a fellow actress. one who’s specialty was mostly broadway but an actress none the less.

           ❝ fancy seeing you here...  ❞

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[frndlygiant]

·  ·  · philip had seen his fair share of ads in the buzzing city. ads from models, campaigns, brands, music, even broadway shows. however he had yet to meet any of these famous faces. not that he really cared to. to be honest, he was never one to be star struck over the sparkling lights that seemed to follow these individuals. that life wasn’t for him nor did he care for material things. it was probably one of the only things that separated him and katherine.

so when he had finally come face to face with some who he had seen plastered all over screens, posters and television. he had remained indifferent.

           ❝ you that one lass on them billboards? ❞

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[soleilfournier-blog]

☼ @natbardot ☼

     His eyes lit up in recognition almost immediately upon seeing her. Not from anything underground, per se, but because of his recent theatre-going experience. Trying to get her attention, Soleil turned on his heel, picking up his pace to walk alongside her. “Hello,” he greeted, trying to tone down his accent in order for her to understand him completely as he complimented her, while simultaneously trying not to draw too much attention to them. “That play you were in recently? The one that is still running? Amazing. Very good. You are very talented.”

[levidegenhardt-blog]

"You look familiar. Have we met?” Levi finally asked, his lips pursing in thought. “Or do you just have one of those faces.”

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[vikktorvalentina]

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Viktor wasn’t one for media appearances, not since the death of his father not so terribly long ago. But these small charity gatherings were a vital part of the Bratva’s business, especially when it came to keeping up appearances with the public. While the Valentinas were undoubtedly known in the underworld, heavy donations to children’s hospitals and certain politicians made sure that on the surface, they were nothing more than an old-money family with cash to burn.

As he was making the rounds, briefly reminding the hosts about the man who paid for their excessively expensive cars and designer gowns, he caught the sight of a woman’s purse hitting the ground. Given that he was close by, and socializing was part of his duties, Viktor picked it up, pursuing the woman who had dropped it. “Excuse me.” He spoke softly, his accent fading just slightly in the exchange. “I believe this belongs to you. I noticed you had dropped it by the fountain. It is yours, isn’t it?”

[owwencavendish]

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Times Square wasn’t a place that Owen visited often, simply because it was so dreadfully far from home and his work schedule didn’t leave much in the way of free time. So when he had gotten a notification from his superiors about dropping off a package to one of the theatres near the famed locale, he couldn’t help himself from taking advantage of the moment to enjoy the scenery.

He was strolling through Bryant Park when he felt the telltale signs of rain on the way. Owen had only just managed to pull up his jacket before a sudden downpour came upon him. He ducked down, sprinting to the closest bus shelter. As he arrived, thoroughly drenched and already feeling the chill settling in him, he offered a small wave to the other occupant of the stop. “Sorry for intruding. Wasn’t exactly planning to go swimming today of all things.” The sky darkened, and a rumbling took to the skies. “That came on rather suddenly, didn’t it?”