Fashion Magazine rpg

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ooc: YAY!

ic: Rupert wandered the hallway's of the office with his fashionable glasses on his head. He held a cup of Starbucks coffe, skim, no wipped cream mocha in his left hand with a pad in his right hand and a pencil behind his ear.
 
Karen watched as Isabella turned her back. "So...What do you want me to do?... Do you want me to... cancel the shoot and interview? I was browsing Perez Hilton's site this morning and he has exclusive pictures of Candy Johnson falling off drunk and eating the floor outside of Hyde's club. And her agent expect us to lose money and believe her flight was delayed?"

"Drunk?" Miranda groaned. "There goes my hope of a perfect hairstyle. I'll go tell makeup to pull out the heavy artillery."
 
He looked up from his notepad. "What girls, Isabella?" he asked. "I know lots of girls...which ones..." He smiled, but then turned serious, and put his glasses on. "By the way, who's my first victim of the morning?" he pulled out is electronic organizer. "So, keep talking about these losers..."
 
Miranda heard Isabella and rolled her eyes.
"You're one to talk..." she murmured, pushing past her out of the closet.
She went back to her office area, and began to plan exactly what she'd do to Candy's hair if she EVER showed up.
 
"oh please miranda go get a tan" isabella said refurring to mirandas pale skin anyways i think you have to do rhiannas make up first and then candy johnson if she ever shows" isabella said checking the schedulde on her swarvski crystal encrusted sidekick3
 
"oh please miranda go get a tan" isabella said refurring to mirandas pale skin anyways i think you have to do rhiannas make up first and then candy johnson if she ever shows" isabella said checking the schedulde on her swarvski crystal encrusted sidekick3

ooc: Miranda and Isabella are fighting.
and Candy Johnson is late. Basically just nonsense.

ic: "Genius. I'm hair. Not makeup. So take your boyfriend and leave me alone. Cause I don't like you and you don't like me. Deal with it and get out of my way."
 
ooc: Miranda and Isabella are fighting.
and Candy Johnson is late. Basically just nonsense.

ic: "Genius. I'm hair. Not makeup. So take your boyfriend and leave me alone. Cause I don't like you and you don't like me. Deal with it and get out of my way."

"Whoa!...am I interrupting something here?" Karen said as she unexpectedly walked into the room.

"Um..Miranda, I have a cab waiting for us downstairs," she said as she walked backwards a few steps. She turned around and took the pencil that was in her hair, "Oh and i just got another fax and Candy's manager called and she said to have the best hair extensions in town waiting for her. I have yet to come up with questions for that girl. ugh...better start thinking about them."
 
"Whoa!...am I interrupting something here?" Karen said as she unexpectedly walked into the room.

"Um..Miranda, I have a cab waiting for us downstairs," she said as she walked backwards a few steps. She turned around and took the pencil that was in her hair, "Oh and i just got another fax and Candy's manager called and she said to have the best hair extensions in town waiting for her. I have yet to come up with questions for that girl. ugh...better start thinking about them."

"Fine. I'll be downstairs in ten minutes." She pushed past Isabella and went to get the extensions. Packing them in her tote, she also grabbed hairspray and brushes. This girl was more of a pain than she deserved. And Miranda was completely prepared to let her know. Right after she hurt Isabella for being an idiot.
She was downstairs on time and contented herself to dreaming of ways to torture Candy and her oh so precious hair.
 
Caroline followed Miranda and then tapped her on the shoulder. "Er... Miranda...I need a story on 'hot hair styles' to write about for the magazine... would you happen to have any suggestions for me?"
 
ooc: thank you!!

ic: Bridget walked past Miranda on the stairs. "Hey Miranda, where are you going?" she asked placing her folder in her other arm.
 
Caroline followed Miranda and then tapped her on the shoulder. "Er... Miranda...I need a story on 'hot hair styles' to write about for the magazine... would you happen to have any suggestions for me?"

ooc: thank you!!

ic: Bridget walked past Miranda on the stairs. "Hey Miranda, where are you going?" she asked placing her folder in her other arm.

"Oh my god! Is it bother Miranda day?" she cried, shuddering.

"Ugh. Hot hairstyles. Okay, long and straight, coronets are back in, side ponytails, very 80's. side parts are in, and we're getting back into dark hair instead of blonde."
she turned to Bridget.
"I am going to show Candy Johnson that drunkness is NOT good when Miranda Davis is your hairstylist. She's late. and now Karen and I have to deal with her hungover self."
 
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