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tampered2009-09-06 10:31 pm
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LOG; ongoing
When; Sunday, September 6th
Rating; PG-13 for now lol
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basstardchuck and miss_waldorf Blair and Chuck
Summary; her end of the deal
Log;
This was a place she found uncomfortable, but comfort was never something she would seek anyway. She would rather have status, success, fame and the admiration --no, the envy of everyone. She would rather be most wanted and miserable than irrelevant yet happy, if such pairings were even possible. Blair Waldorf may have been a fish out of water in this place, but given the correct motivation, she still knew how to pretend as if she was not drowning in air.
Her secret? Lots and lots of preparation.
She had done her little number on stage, movements perfect and practiced. Once in awhile she faked a mischievous smile and sent it over to the lone audience sitting in the darkness. The rest of the time she pretended no one was watching, because thinking about anyone seeing her this way made her head spin. She could not decide why.
Finishing with a final twist on the floor, she grinned at him as if she had just won a trophy. It was a little too innocent perhaps, but all she could think about was how she had done it exactly according to the routine. It was what success meant to her. She shifted herself and let her feet dangle off the stage, waiting for his reaction. Her heart was pounding out of her ribcage, but she still knew how to pretend otherwise.
Rating; PG-13 for now lol
Characters;
basstardchuck and miss_waldorf Summary; her end of the deal
Log;
This was a place she found uncomfortable, but comfort was never something she would seek anyway. She would rather have status, success, fame and the admiration --no, the envy of everyone. She would rather be most wanted and miserable than irrelevant yet happy, if such pairings were even possible. Blair Waldorf may have been a fish out of water in this place, but given the correct motivation, she still knew how to pretend as if she was not drowning in air.
Her secret? Lots and lots of preparation.
She had done her little number on stage, movements perfect and practiced. Once in awhile she faked a mischievous smile and sent it over to the lone audience sitting in the darkness. The rest of the time she pretended no one was watching, because thinking about anyone seeing her this way made her head spin. She could not decide why.
Finishing with a final twist on the floor, she grinned at him as if she had just won a trophy. It was a little too innocent perhaps, but all she could think about was how she had done it exactly according to the routine. It was what success meant to her. She shifted herself and let her feet dangle off the stage, waiting for his reaction. Her heart was pounding out of her ribcage, but she still knew how to pretend otherwise.