Fashion Magazine rpg

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Rupert started calling everyone. "Hello, Bridget? Ryan? Miranda? Everyone? We've got a suprise visitor! She'll be here in 10 minutes, and she's not exactally the nicest person either. It's Fergie." There was silence on the other end. "HURRY UP OR SHE'LL HAVE OUR HEADS!" he hung up and organized his stuff, rushing through the offices, gathering everything.

ooc: how's that?:D
 
Rupert started calling everyone. "Hello, Bridget? Ryan? Miranda? Everyone? We've got a suprise visitor! She'll be here in 10 minutes, and she's not exactally the nicest person either. It's Fergie." There was silence on the other end. "HURRY UP OR SHE'LL HAVE OUR HEADS!" he hung up and organized his stuff, rushing through the offices, gathering everything.

ooc: how's that?:D

ooc: YAY!!!!

ic: Miranda rolled her eyes. "Haven't I dealt with enough idiots today?"
 
Suddenly the door blew open. "And you all can't think to answer the door for an important people!" she exclaimed the second she set foot in the door. "Who's going to do my hair...I have a certain style I want, and last time whoever did my outfits was like, way to modest. Don't you think you could cut the shirts a little lower! (:rolleyes: ) And my make-up was horrendous! I can't believe I pay you people! Whose got my coffee?"
"it's who HAS my coffee..." Rupert corrected.
"I dropped out of high-school."
"Right."
"Now someone do SOMETHING!" she shouted.

ooc:how's that? :D
 
ooc: You're great.

ic: Miranda rolled her eyes. "I don't get paid enough for this." she muttered.

"Excuse me, your style? Let's get working on that, then maybe we can talk about how much you pay us. Okay?" Miranda brandished her hairbrush. "Let's start, Ms. Bossy."

Fergie glared at her. "I can always go over to Madame's boutique, they'll do whatever I want for much less..." Rupet glared at Miranda.
"Watch your lips..." he hissed in her ear. Satisfied she leaned back in the hair chair.
"I want my hair golden blonde again and I want it all pulled up on top of my head with loose curls hanging down from it and I want it in that kind of cone shape where it's wrapped around my head with the hole in the middle..." she went on and on and on.
"Just pretend you understand..." Rupert whispered.
 
isabella rolled her eyes and went back to the wardrobe closet and picked out a few mini skirts and leggings and tube tops and baby doll tops
 
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