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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF;] ❝ N atalia had managed to make it out to LA for a multitude of reasons. Although she had just gotten home to the city she wanted some sand and sun, something that New York did not offer much of. It would’ve been easy for her to travel down to the Jersey Shore, it definitely would have saved her a plane ride. But she wanted LA. She missed it sometimes. She had quite a few friends in Los Angeles and that was where her agent was located. She would be doing a lot more than just visiting on this trip though. She had some photo shoots and magazine interviews lined up and she planned on being on a couple of radio shows while she was in the area. She needed to meet with the producers of Adelheid, the children’s animated movie that she had so graciously agreed to lend her voice for. To get to Los Angeles though she had to fight a bit with her personal assistant, who had accused her of only wanting to travel across the country to have sex with her friend Dallas. Natalia was certainly not going to take a plane trip and go through the packing and security just go sleep with someone, she had options in New York City. After that though more things popped up, like Israel’s birthday party and the opportunity to stay at Alex Brooks house. Now who the fuck would turn down an opportunity to stay at the songstresses house? The house was ginormous, she would probably get lost and she could definitely revert back to her early twenties stage and no one would judge her. Rae would be there and that didn’t bother her at all since she got along with the girl. The house had a huge pool, a hot tub, a waterfall, and a bowling alley as well as a recording studio. It was gorgeous and she was going to steal Alex’s clothes while she was there as well. Now although she had been accused of travelling to sleep with Dallas, she wasn’t going to be stubborn enough to just not go see him when she was in the sunshine state. He was giving her a horse after all. The two were more than just fuck buddies anyway, they had known each other a while as they had both been a part of the industry for longer than a decade. They were also pretty good friends. Being in Los Angeles and wanting to be on the beach she told him just to meet her there. Granted it wasn’t the most private of places, but she didn’t need privacy. The beach would just consist of Los Angeles residences trying to get their tan on and paparazzi not allowed to get too close. If rumors started it didn’t matter to her, she ignored them and didn’t address them most of the time. She had a towel laid out that she was sitting on with her clothes tucked into the large beach bag that she had brought with her. She never felt lonely when she was by herself, it never bothered her, and waiting on Dallas wasn’t a problem. She would have invited him to Alex’s house, but she felt like that was inappropriate and even though Alex had people at her house at all times she didn’t want to be the person to invite people over that weren’t welcome or something along those lines. Nat had manners sometimes. When she spotted Dallas she made her way up the sand and smiled at him, kissing him on the cheek, ”Anything spit fire at you today, Dallas?” ❞

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[dan]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/FrIVr.png); width:410px; padding:10px,bTable][STYLE=background-color:#D1DCDC; border:1px #282828 dotted; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#282828; padding:3px; width:280px; margin-top:15px; margin-bottom:15px; overflow:auto; height:216px]Traveling was something Dallas didn’t mind doing, which was very important for the occupation he was in. Premieres, filming, festivals, and other red carpet events sent him all over the place whether it was across the nation or across the world. It was something he’d grown accustomed to and he even integrated it into his personal life regularly. The New York native had a home in Staten Island, but a private resort in Kansas, friends to visit in California, and a restaurant in France. He was even considering buying a beach home in Los Angeles to make his frequent visits to the city more convenient. Although Dallas was a man of privacy who could give less of a damn about anyone else, he still liked to stay connected with the world around him to a point. Currently he was in Los Angeles on business. Not only was he lending his voice to the children’s production, Adelheid, but he was also producing it alongside Noah Davison. And as it turned out the two men would also be collaborating on another upcoming movie called Secret Safe. Dallas was excited about both projects, but he was especially looking forward to when the latter of the two films would kick off. Edward and Carina, Dallas’ good friend and Noah’s girlfriend respectively, were both casted into the script with leading roles. The script was well-developed and Dallas knew that with the right people the movie could be a hit. Production hadn’t begun yet, but roles were already being filled by promising actors. While it was important for a film to sell and make profit, box office hits weren’t as important to Dallas as getting the right people behind the project. What mattered to him the most was producing a quality film that was put together and that audiences could connect to and enjoy. Anyone could throw together a mas of missiles, explosions, women and witty one-liners and have a summer blockbuster hit, but it was the creativity and originality that made moviemaking an art. With his black Adidas holdall in one hand, Dallas made his way down the sandy beach. He was still wearing his regular clothes, but all he really had to do was take off his shirt if he wanted to get in the water. Dallas had no problem getting his shorts wet so he rarely brought swim trunks along on his beach trips. Trunks, shorts, what was the difference? His clothes would just get wet again anyway when he put them back on so he figured he’d just save himself the extra step. He stopped briefly to scout the sands for Nataliya. When Dallas spotted her making her way up the sand towards him, he smiled and headed down to meet her. She greeted him, referencing his psychedelic drug trip, and Dallas lifted an eyebrow at her. To this day he still approached Spitfire with a certain air of caution. The belief that the horse really could spit balls of fire at him was still there somewhere. “I’m glad you can laugh at my traumas. Wait until that baby comes out breathing fireballs. And when it does you’ll be stuck with it.” Children tended to inherit their parents’ worse traits after all, right? Or maybe that was just him. A small grin cracked the surface of Dallas’ face as he looped a loose arm around Nataliya’s waist to hug her and return the light peck to her cheek. “How are you doing love?” he asked as they walked down the sand towards her towel. [/style](TAGS) dayna as natalia (WORDS) 592 (OUTFIT) click (NOTES) i'm not sure how i feel about this D= (LYRICS) one slip by pink floyd (CREDS) template by oxymoron! of back to neverland

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[natalia]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF;] ❝ N atalia figured that she should have a job, just to keep her in the spotlight, but she wasn’t into it. “The Avengers” took a lot out of her, and between the time that the superhero film had wrapped up and the press started she had worked on a couple of other movies. She wanted this to be her play time where she got to do what she wanted. Living in New York City didn’t cause for much relaxation, but she wasn’t going to complain about it. She enjoyed her loft and being close enough to Central Park to go there and walk or enjoy a bike ride. Her friends were also stationed there along with her personal assistant, and if she needed to go to Paris for her family it was a lot closer than Los Angeles was. She had lived in Los Angeles and LA was all about the rich and famous, and she wasn’t fond of that atmosphere. She understood why celebrities had vacation homes in weird ass places, like Connecticut. She understood why Dallas had a ranch in Kansas. She knew that was a place she would be visiting time and time again after he was so generous enough as to give her a horse of his. She would his drug related hallucinations to be entertaining and hilarious. Although she didn’t condone the use of drugs and knew people that had been to rehab for drug addictions she didn’t see if affecting Dallas in such a negative way that it was ruining his relationships with people. Actually she didn’t know that much about it and didn’t find it to be any of her business either, she just knew it was amusing when he was high. She couldn’t help but laugh, ”I’ll buy a fire suit. It’ll be fine.” It would have been useful to have a horse that shot fire balls in the renaissance period. ”I’ll name the baby Fireball then, yeah?” To match the mother, Spitfire, it was a clever idea. She was satisfied when he returned the kiss on the cheek and she moved down the sand with him. She could feel the heat radiating off her pale skin. She knew she was going to be burnt like a lobster by the end of their excursion. She looked up at him through her sunglasses, ”I’m doing fine. Nothing to do for once.” she smiled, mostly to herself. Doing nothing seemed lazy, but she thought she deserved it. She definitely could afford not to work for the time being. ”How about you, Dallas?” When they made it to the spot that she had chosen to occupy she plopped down on her towel as gracefully as plopping could be and sat on her knees. She looked up at the older male with curiosity, ”You should let me bury you.” She suggested with her best innocent face, which probably would only make him chuckle as he knew just how innocent she was not. Nat was on the complete opposite spectrum of innocent. ”You’re so nice and generous enough to give me a horse and I’m going to repay you by burying you in the sand.” She joked. ”I really appreciate you giving me a horse. Is it a ploy to get me on your farm?” She teased. ❞

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[dan]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/FrIVr.png); width:410px; padding:10px,bTable][STYLE=background-color:#D1DCDC; border:1px #282828 dotted; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#282828; padding:3px; width:280px; margin-top:15px; margin-bottom:15px; overflow:auto; height:216px]Fireball. He liked that name and he was rather proud of Natalia for coming up with it. Dallas stroked his goatee then nodded his head in approval. “Yeah, seems like it’d fit the little bugger. You better buy a hell of a lot of fire suits though,” he added. He could imagine that a fire breathing horse named Fireball would have no problem burning its way through a couple suits a day. Or if it didn’t come out breathing fire then it would surely inherit some of its mother’s audacious traits. Spitfire was a spunky mare with an untamed personality that was a perfect match for her name. She was a wild thing that was full of energy and she didn’t take kindly to bullshit. She wasn’t afraid to charge any of the stallions that tried to make advances at her, and she always regarded strangers with a suspicious and watchful eye. Natalia’s horse, whatever the gender, was sure to be a little firecracker just like its mother. Dallas laid his bag down in the sand then took a seat on the towel next to Natalia. With a small sigh of content, he pulled up his legs so that his feet were planted flatly on the towel and he draped his arms over his knees. His companion’s random outburst made his eyebrows knit together and he turned to her with a look of feigned concern. “Bury me?” he repeated. “My father always told me not to trust a woman with a shovel. That sounds like a death wish.” It didn’t help that she was trying her best to look innocent either. Natalia Faye, innocent. The thought made Dallas erupt into a rich burst of laughter. It would be easy for anyone who saw her on the cameras to see her poise and grace and assume that she was a proper lady who minded her tongue and sat on the sidelines, with legs crossed, while she watched the men play football. But Dallas knew Natalia and he knew she preferred to get down and dirty. She spoke her mind, no matter how harsh her opinions, and wasn’t opposed to sex talk or a good dirty joke. And of course she made it a point to work her large breasts into conversation from time to time. She was in no way innocent. Of course Dallas had no problem with that and he found her personality to be very refreshing and a lot of fun. He wasn’t exactly a saint himself anyway. Dallas shook his head in bemusement with a short laugh, but before he had the chance to respond Natalia was speaking again, this time asking about his true motive for giving her a free horse. Of course there really was no ulterior motive. Dallas may have been an insensitive and even cynical soul at times, but his generosity was unmatched. Random gifts weren’t an uncommon thing coming from Dallas. Close friends like Natalia were offered horses and open invitations to use his ranch as a getaway whenever they needed a break from life. Underneath his solid exterior Dallas really was a gentle heart. “Hmm.” Dallas rubbed his beard in thought and pretended to contemplate the question. “If it was did it work?” he asked, flashing her a boyish grin as he wriggled his eyebrows playfully. [/style](TAGS) dayna as natalia (WORDS) 554 (OUTFIT) click (NOTES) twas a lovely post i have shat, methinks (LYRICS) one slip by pink floyd (CREDS) template by oxymoron! of back to neverland

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