what's a girl to do ? LUCIANA

[CLEMENTINE IRENE ROSE]

i wanna see you tonight, dancing in the endless moonlight
in the parking lot in the headlights of cars

someplace over the moon where they moved the drive-in theater
where I left the car that I can't find
that I still got the keys to

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Clementine was on fire. In a literal sense anyway. Seriously. How hot can summer get? Goodbye leggings, pants, and tights. It's no fun without them though, she argued with herself. She could suffer the heat, couldn't she? Breaking out a sweat was a deal breaker during geometry class. The classroom's air conditioning was messed up and the room was stuffy as hell. Clem was of course not by the open windows, but in the opposite far corner from them. It made the last geometry lesson of the year absolutely awful and all the more slow. God, it would never end! She finished through the test, figuring she'd get a C or a B, whatever. Geometry was easy as hell.

She literally pounced on Dakota when she found him in his dorm, writing something in his poetry notepads. It seemed the more he healed from his accident, the more sturdy he was and so more able to be a boyfriend. He even promised her a date this week, but not tonight. Which was seriously disappointing to Clem. She wanted to go out. Good Lord, she hadn't been out in weeks! All in the name of sober, clean living. She had feared that reverting back to her party, socialite lifestyle would only become a trigger to her. She hadn't considered how permanent this precaution was...

Until now. She was itching to actually have a real reason to get dressed. Yes, she got dressed in her usual elaborate fashion for school grounds only or anything not party related. She was thrilled with her progress, only relasped back to the pills a few times. She'd never been this clean before. As far as Clem was concerned, she was healed. Progress deserves rewards, recovery deserves a shopping spree. Breaking out in her favorite black heals, dressed in a perfectly cute vintage top, and picking between louis viotton or betsy johnson purses. She just loved being made out of money. The girl couldn't wait to find her friends lingering about High Ground, the boutiques, and Cath's restuarant. She couldn't wait to surprise them with her presence, even if Dakota wasn't going to be at her side. By the time she was through getting ready, she jumped into the car and drove over to northern part of town.

It was when she parked, when she realized she was starving. She usually rarely ate, perhaps she wasn't just an addict but an anorexic too. Heh, what's more to the list of her issues? But ever since trying to quit drugs, well, it's difficult to abstain from food as she usually did. In fact fighting hunger was near impossible. What was she going to do to keep from losing weight? Hopefully her current diet would be enough, at least for now. She couldn't deny herself Catherine as she walked past it with the intentions of going inside the boutiques. The stores would have to wait. She came inside, seeing it was nearly empty. It was a bit early for dinner. No bands, musicians, poets, on stage. Good, she really wanted to quickly eat then move on to shopping, then hit the High Ground. "Ice tea and your salad special." she told the waitress, sitting down in a lonesome booth.

OUTFIT dress, shoes, purse
COMMENT
WORD COUNT 539 words
LYRICCREDITryan adams

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[LUCIANA ELISA GENOVESE]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

A shroud shudder escaped as Luciana glanced at her appearence in the toilet mirros, her hair fluttering around her face loosely while her features held a some what relaxed manner to them for once. Her fingertips clutched her phone quite harshly; her head tilting as she fixed her hair with her free left hand; fluffing it some what and grinning at the delight to see her hair fall into place just the way she liked it. For once. Luciana was not extremely vain, but she was one to take a grand pride in her overall appearence. Expensive clothing was a thing she was graced with simply because of her rich heritage, most of that money dirty and blood stained and she knew it to well. If anyone in her family ever made a decent living then she would most surely have a heart attack. The odds were most to zero in that sense but who was she to judge? Luciana had held her own dirty work within the Mafia lieage; having her own thrills of robbing and shooting. The fact she was not even allowed to carry a hand gun around no more made her frown. No defense?! How disgusting the law was.

Twirling one dark lock around her finger, she listened into the phone and allowed herself to remain silent - smirking some what as her brother spoke fluently. "Alberto, please. I'm perfectly fine here...you're presents make me more happy. Now, toddle off and handle things; say hi to father for me. Make sure he's not thinking suicide. Seriously."

[/b] Alberto's scoff echoed down the phone but his clear grunt of agreement was enough to settle the mild worry in Luciana's stomach; her hands forcing the conversation to an end and the phone being shoved into her bra to which it sat comfortably. Lovely. Adjusting her shirt and fixing her hair, the brunette wandered out of the female toilets and looked around before exiting into the actual diner to which she had only enterted to listen to the private call introduced.

Looking around the area with her head held high, her greying eyes suddenly locked on one petite blond. An instant devious expression danced over Luciana's features at the sense of a familiar face, her body wandering to the counter. Well, she did have the day free. "Herbal tea please. Caramel."[/b] She murmured and without consideration for the being behind the counter, she dissapeared toward the lonely booth to which Clementine sat - Luciana's face suddenly becoming over friendly and indeed lovely. "CLEM! Now, what are the odds you and me would run into one another here?"[/b] Luciana exclaimed with a light laugh, it a fakeness she had learned well to portray. As her eyes locked onto Clem; she forced herself to seem over baring; the call back for her drink being her draw away. Walking to grasp her drink and throw down the lone change she had, she beckoned the woman to leave her be before wandering back to Clem - grinning once more in the utter most fake nature; it a mask of perfection. Well, as thought earlier - she had the day free. Clementine had just made her daily list of consideration. Brava.
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WORDS,, oh i no no D;
TAGGED,, clem : )
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, inspiration music
NOTES,, sorry it's short lovely D; my bad!
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[CLEMENTINE IRENE ROSE]

i wanna see you tonight, dancing in the endless moonlight
in the parking lot in the headlights of cars

someplace over the moon where they moved the drive-in theater
where I left the car that I can't find
that I still got the keys to

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Her thoughts went on auto pilot, letting it roam along as she waited for her salad and tea. What was the evening going to bring? She was hoping she'd catch up with Talon tonight, if not Olive Valentine. Both were a barrel of fun in their own ways. She was more free around Olive, she knew practically everything about Clem. Talon was clueless about Clem's past, life, complicated relationship with her boyfriend Dakota, and drug addiction she was struggling with. She was just checking for any text messages when a delighted cry of her name cut through her attention like a blade. Clem! it said. She turned her head away from her blackberry and smiled, perhaps a little too widely. "Luci! What a surprise!" she proclaimed. It was a surprise to find her here, even if it was an unreasonable surprise. In a small town, people are bound to see each other sometimes. Usually this was an awesome plus to living here, Clem loved close friendships. This was one of those times when it was uncomfortable.

Now don't get Miss Rose wrong. She didn't hate anyone, not even her horrible father. But that didn't mean she was comfortable around him. If her infamous reputation was right, Luciana was a risk, a loose cannon, a walk on the wild side. And not in a good way. Clem liked things safe and wild. Not dangerous and wild- ironic right? The party girl swallowing down pills stating this. But all that aside, Clem did like Luciana. She was nice and very sweet. The way she practically ran at her with glee was proof enough they were buds. Anyone sane would probably scream at Clem for her oblivious trust to the girl. It's just that... Clementine HATED to assume bad things of others, whether it be wondering if someone did believe they had a fab haircut when it made Clem want to laugh or wondering what Luciana would want with Clem. Yes, somehow along the way, she had made Luciana a sort of confidant and sort of awkward friend. She told her many things, one being her past [and present?] drug addiction.

She smiled as Luciana sat down, trying not to stir uncomfortably in her seat. "I'm so glad you did pop up. What have you been up to? It's been a while. I feel so out of the loop on things lately."

OUTFIT dress, shoes, purse
COMMENT
WORD COUNT 397 words
LYRICCREDITryan adams

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[LUCIANA ELISA GENOVESE]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

It was a fair bit of judgment to base that Luciana knew truthfully you could trust no one. Even within her family she never knew when one would snap and suddenly betray her without the batter of a lid, therefore being faintly dangerous for the brunette. Although, if she had to choose different people to definitely trust - they would be her brother Alberto and her Father. Sure enough, her mother was a loving character who would kiss her children until they blushed shades of red no one knew of, but she had a large mouth and was one to gossip around her friends within the jolly good country clubs. No, she loved her mother to the bones and would happily give herself her heart for safety, but if she had to trust one of her parents it would most definitely be her dear father. A rather large man with an appetite for destruction and blood; he was feared but respected and adored his darling children. One darling daughter happened to be Luciana and therefore - she was his jewel. Sure, she had three other siblings but it seemed to be her elder brother and herself being the ones to hold most of a bond with him; her younger brother and sister more toward their mother's affection.

Now, when she was launched into this idiotic area to which she was now trapped; the alone and faintly confused Luciana knew she had to grab allies where ever she could grasp them...however she could grasp them. False friendly nature, lustful stares - she was trying and slowly succeeding. Such succeeding merely meant she had a chance of spiking fear and raising her respect from not only in New York; this being a great factor for the brunette seventeen year old. She could have a future in the crime her dad produced..she could be brilliant! Yet, she had to play the game right and be calm in situations; just as she was now as she slid into the booth alongside the delicate young blond named Clementine Irene Rose. Such a girl was indeed shockingly pleasant in Luciana's opinion, faintly irritating but indeed a pleasant sight. Not that Luciana would admit bluntly her bright personality could get on her nerves, no - she could not do that. Until Clem was of no use to her and therefore able to be insulted without no concern for feelings. Why would the brunette care? Really...

Smiling ever so innocently and gently inhaling her tea with no remorse, she smiled and shrugged; it all so practiced...unfortunately. "You're glad? Well it's nice to be wanted lovely."

[/b] Luciana purred pleasantly; tilting her head happily before sipping at her tea; savoring the taste yet not enjoying it. No one did tea like her head maid back home; now that was a unique thing to enjoy. A delicious thing at the finest creation; her own special blend. Yet - no one else could make it so great, another damned concept of being in this hell hole that was ever so clearly not New York city! Taking her time to swallow the warm liquid, she pursed her lips softly before looking back to Clem, smile once again forced. "Oh I'm perfect as usual dear. Just wandering around seeing if the shops have anything acceptable. Have you been shopping?"[/b] Luciana inquired as if interested, balancing her elegantly arched chin upon her hands as she smiled; tilting her head forever more. God her cheeks hurt...damned things!
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WORDS,, oh i no no D;
TAGGED,, clem : )
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, inspiration music
NOTES,, heyoo -high5-
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[CLEMENTINE IRENE ROSE]

i wanna see you tonight, dancing in the endless moonlight
in the parking lot in the headlights of cars

someplace over the moon where they moved the drive-in theater
where I left the car that I can't find
that I still got the keys to

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Clem was so paranoid about Luciana. Why did she feel this way? The way she was so thrilled to see her seemed genuine enough. Why would Luciana lie about this friendship? It's not as if Clem had much to offer. [oh she's naive] 'You're glad? Well it's nice to be wanted lovely' She did always appreciate her accent and sweet manner. She could relate to it and admire it in another person as she could herself. "Of course I am." she said cheerfully, her dimples deepening. The waitress came, setting down a salad and her tea. "Thank you..." The waitress was about to walk away. Clem stopped her. "Oh, Luciana. Do you want anything? It's on me." she offered sweetly, raising her brows slightly. Whether Clementine had decided whether to really trust Luciana or not, she wasn't going to be rude. She wasn't an animal.

She ate a fork full of leafy salad into her mouth as she stalled from talking. Something about Luciana was fake, well, no duh. But it was the kind of fake that worried Rose. There was the fake blonde fake or bitch fake. She didn't want to be like her mother or her father. Without fail her parents thought the absolutely worse of others without hint of remourse. She remembered despising their conversations after parties, family reunions, and other occasions. She wanted to live like her brothers who told her not to worry about judging. Live your life like it's the last day. She was their living legacy in a way. Her two deceased brothers were the ones who gave her hope of living for them. She felt that deep within her soul that had been their dying request. Maybe she was full of bullshit.

Whatever it was, her brothers did say not to worry about judgement of others and calculating things. That was concrete advise, no, request that made her resolve. Delicately laying the fork down, she took a sip of her tea. Catherine made really good tea. It must be homemade. Luciana supplied her activities of the day in her eloquent manner. "I haven't yet. Did you find anything good? The shops here can be so unpredictable. I'm starting to rely on online shops now and days but I hate the wait. You don't get a shopping thrill from it either." she said, making conversation a little more comfortably now. Luciana was too natural to be fake, she decided.

OUTFIT dress, shoes, purse
COMMENT
WORD COUNT 404 words
LYRICCREDITryan adams

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[LUCIANA ELISA GENOVESE]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

If to be bluntly honest with the situation of the day to which Luciana had based herself, her shopping techniques had not been based toward something of the sense to which she was lying over and telling Clementine at this moment in time. In fact, her main purpose to escape had been not for shopping but for mere solitude throughout text messages and phone calls from her brother as they personally discussed the status to which her dear father had thrown himself into within Death Row. Not exactly pleasant to picture in your mind, your parent and role model stuck behind prison bars and dancing alongside other murders. If anything, it scared her - not that such emotion would show to the public. Hence why she had escaped alone and went for a walk, not wishing to have nosey false beings trying to pry information from her and find out to what or which was happening in the brunette's life. Honestly, if only she could throw half of them into the road and leave them she would. Not a sad joke unfortunately...not a sad joke at all.

The sadism was not evident in her greying eyes as she stared toward the perky blond who sat opposite her, Luciana eyeing her with a weak smile which twitched in urge to transform into her typical dagger like smirk, but her will power provide more powerful than anything else in this circumstance. Trailing her finger tip around the rim f the mug and trying not to show disgust for it, she arched a brow softly and looked toward Clementine as she took in her words with careful thought and precision; not daring to at all cringe or even show a sense of mild irritation. There were bigger fish to fry with such a gaze, that much was true. "Unfortunately, I've found nothing yet. Nothing here is like the stores back home...a bit cliche really."

[/b] Luciana murmured with a small chuckle, shaking her head and brushing the loose strands of dark from her face; eyes forever on Clementine. Placing her hand up she shook her head to her offer of anything but took a mental note of the eagerness. A future advantage...money.

"I can understand the shopping thrill. You can't try on a dress online can you?"[/b] Luciana chimed in a faintly mysterious tone, her smile faintly twisting into a lopsided manner as she kept the tea away from her mouth this time - taking her delicate time with it. She seriously wanted some of her head maid's tea...oh how she hoped she would still be there when she got home. She wanted everything to be normal when she got home...if she got home. Who knew what would happen here for Luciana. After all; with her tendencies and foolish threats; a wrong saying to the wrong person could get her into a lot of trouble...plenty of it too.
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WORDS,, oh i no no D;
TAGGED,, clem : )
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, inspiration music
NOTES,, heyoo -high5-
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION

[CLEMENTINE IRENE ROSE]

i wanna see you tonight, dancing in the endless moonlight
in the parking lot in the headlights of cars

someplace over the moon where they moved the drive-in theater
where I left the car that I can't find
that I still got the keys to

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Clementine frowned at Luciana's report. Damn, she had really hoped to find something and someone with Luciana's fashion taste would know a good outfit when she saw it. She was nearly jealous of Luciana nearly super-model good looks and figure. Clem was short with curly hair that was difficult to work with. But she has come to appreciate her own features she supposed. "I don't think you can beat New York City shopping." she said with a smile, remembering the good days of travel with her family in all kinds of places and unlimited shopping sprees to fill the vacation time in their travels. Those were the best days of her life. It was pretty shallow but hey, Clem was a little rich girl. What did you expect? She had been given anything at a snap of her fingers. When she said 'Pony' she got Allie the white arabian horse. It was one of her secrets that there was nothing she loved more than shopping and horse-back riding. Having been raised at a horse ranch slash mansion, she spent most of her time outdoors with the horses and her brothers in her dresses.

"Ever been to Paris to shop?" she asked after swallowing a small bite of her salad. She held the fork delicately in her small hand, wishing she could just feel a little more at ease around Luciana. It was so unlike Clem to feel uncomfortable around others, it was not her nature. There was just no shaking the feeling of danger around Luciana, she supposed. But maybe this was a chance for her to prove Clem's feelings wrong. That would be nice. 'I can understand the shopping thrill. You can't try on a dress online can you?' She giggled softly. "Finally someone understands!" she said, eyes brightly looking at her totally masking her doubts of the situation. Clem was always told she was a great actress, in fact it was one of her aspirations to become an actress in hollywood. Maybe when she went back home or was out on her own, she could ask daddy for a favor. He owed her something good in her life after all he's done to her.

OUTFIT dress, shoes, purse
COMMENT
WORD COUNT 365 words
LYRICCREDITryan adams

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[LUCIANA ELISA GENOVESE]

& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )

Home is where the heart is as they say. It was a reason Luciana enjoyed to use on a daily basis to relate to the fact that she was never emotional because she left her heart back home in New York. New York was were everything had been left and so it would therefore remain; stale and fragmented into the past that no longer was reality for the simple reason that she had broke the law. In fact, it was a brutal honesty to fluently admit the brunette aged seventeen had broke quite a few laws in her life time simply because of the fact that she could. Free will mastered any human to take advantage and Luciana had been on to defy God despite her odd prayer to him and she had grasped the lack of moral values she had into inflicting moral evil and corrupting the laws of the country of America and the state of New York. Of course, everything had a consequence and therefore she had to find a way to face the consequence. No one lingered forever without facing the facts of reality and getting by the law with simple luck...but Luciana held two consequences. Either prison or this place. So; home was where the heart lay and so it would stay until she came home. All she was now was an empty shell with false emotion burning within it. That was all.

Continuing to trail her finger around the outer rim of the caramel tea to which remained in the mug; she found her greying eyes remaining on Clementine in a mild formation of humour and of course; fake joy. Luciana would have rather sat with in silence with a hated family member than lounge around with the society lingering in such an area around these places. Deciding to go along with the situation, she kept her eyes cat like and seemingly happy but every moment they were absorbing the situation...Clementine. "I have actually! Yet, I prefer Rome. A bit of Italian garments never hurt anyone."

[/b] Luciana murmured in a fluent tone of her rushed unique accent, the cup being placed firmly down on the table before she balanced her chin in a very lady like yet curious manner upon her bent inward hands; eyes forever more on the blond named Clementine.

Tilting her head as she eyed the food without showing the disgust she felt; she tilted her head. Calm. "You never know. Maybe one day we could go shopping together if I ever find somewhere excellent around here. I'm still exploring you see."[/b] Luciana explained with a blunt nod, eyes slowly drifting to the outer windows to examine the area surrounding the pair. To be fair, she just didn't like it here! Beggars can't be choosers unfortunately...and for once in her life, she was a beggar. Damn. "Any idea for somewhere sane? I'd love advice."[/b]. Once more a lie between delicately enhanced white teeth. A lie after lie...and a grand few centuries in purgatory for this brunette indeed.
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WORDS,, oh i no no D;
TAGGED,, clem : )
OUTFIT,, CLICK
MUSIC,, inspiration music
NOTES,, heyoo -high5-
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION