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[brandon]

Brandon Noble still hadn't made his name in the Hollywood Spotlight. He had yet to appear in any of the gossip magazines, which could be considered a good and bad thing. Had he really been that dull where it seemed that nobody really cared what he was doing anymore? He really hoped it hadn't come to that, because it seemed that life in general had just slowed down. His appearances were rare, and he spent most of his time curled up on his couch holding tightly onto a bag of his favorite potato chips. Even Brandon had his moments, and as of lately he just sort of seemed depressed. He wasn't getting many roles, and it was starting to get irritating.

Also, he hadn't hadn't been having the best of luck with his "love" life.

He occasionally went to clubs, only to be turned down by the many women inside. It seemed like his manwhore status was old news, heck, that seemed what he was in general. Old news, not that he had really gotten the chance to be new news in the first place. Giving up wasn't his style though, so he was going to try his best to make his way into the spotlight. He was going to have to get desperate, then again, that's what he was. Desperate...for attention! There was no love coming his way, so why not give everything a little push to where it was?

For the reporters to come to him, he would need to do something outrageous, something that had never been done before. But what could that be? An idea came to mind...no, he couldn't...he wouldn't! A wide grin came across his face, and as he pushed the blanket covering his couch off of him, he rushed to his bedroom and started raiding his clothing drawers for an extremely small pair of Calvin Klein "undies".

Fitting himself into them, he looked at himself in the mirror twirling to see how he looked. It was a bit silly, but he'd get a kick out of it and he was sure the other people of California would to. This was his home, and since he wasn't filming anything, why not have a laugh? He grabbed his car keys, and out the door he was. One place he hadn't gone to in his entire life was the Hollywood sign.

So why not go there when you're almost butt-naked?

His phone was in the glove compartment of his car, and he reached for it dialing the number of a Gossip columnist who worked for one of the local magazines. "Pay close attention to the Hollywood sign in about ten minutes." He pressed the red button, disconnecting the call, and laughed as he jumped out of his car once he finally arrived at the sign. The air was fairly cold, and he scratched the front of his briefs in a rude manner. But hey, no one was around, who cared?

He set things up, a camera so he could send some more personal closeups of himself to the tabloids. Brandon took in the air as he leaned on the "d". Then, his fun came to a harsh stop as he heard somebody around him. For whatever odd reason, somebody had taken a trip to the Hollywood sign on that fine evening. Not exactly what Brandon wanted, because this was more of a stunt for the tabloids than something he wanted a co-star, or even a random celebrity to see. As the person approached him, his face reddened and he nervously muttered, "Um...hey."

notes; it's late, I wanted to get a thread done, I'm not even sure what motivated me to even THINK of a thread like this.

[laurien]

It had only been a few weeks since Laurien had arrived in Hollywood, and she was growing restless. She hadn't been mentioned in any of the tabloids, or even bashed on a blog. Usually, there was at least a blog on goodparenting.com concerning her latest risque photoshoot. According to her agent, even those have disappeared. As you could imagine, this was quite discouraging. Especially for a woman whose fan base was mainly: Teenage boys who snuck high-fashion magazines to catch a glimpse of her topless, College students who used said magazines as "reading material", and Old men who hide her pictures in between their mattresses. In general, her fan base consisted of men. And some women, so it was surprising that the interest in her arrival to L.A. was so low.

Actually, it wasn't that surprising at all. It'd been a good month since her last scandal. It was taking awhile for Laurien to get back into the swing of things. Acting and modelling were two totally different worlds. In modelling the only thing they took into account were your looks. The way your body and face looked on camera was everything! Especially, being a lingerie model. The competition was fierce. Though, Laurien was pretty prominent in that career. Now, all she does is go to casting after casting; and lay down on the beach soaking up the rays. There's only so much cancer she can soak up before getting bored.

Boredom is what led her to pilates. And pilates is what led her to the bed of her pilates instructor. And her pilates instructor is what led her to the Hollywood sign. Before he fell asleep she snuck out through the back door, he had told her that this was the perfect place to unwind. It wasn't until she was driving aimlessly down the highway, did she heed his advice. When Laurien reached the Hollywood sign, she was immediately drawn to the sunken earth in front of the "H". She sat down on the dirt stool, her gaze directed outwards towards the skyline. Surprisingly, the pilates instructor hadn't lied. It was serene up there. Which was ironic since, it spelled out one of the most chaotic cities in the world.

Laurien was snatched from her trance, by the clattering of some sort of metal. She jumped, making a small noise that resembled that of a squirrel. Her cheeks blushed furiously, her hands clasping over her mouth; both embarrassed and appalled by the noise she had just made. She wiped her dirt-ridden hands on her jeans, as she walked towards the source of the sound. When Brandon came into sight, her eyebrow immediately raised in intrigue. She was actually turning to walk away, and leave him to...whatever it was that he was doing; until he greeted her. She pivoted on her right, doing her best to keep her eyes on the upper region of his body, though his tight underwear were extremely distracting. "...Hello there." Laurien let out a soft chuckle,pursing her lips. She didn't realize his intention until she saw the camera set up a little bit beyond him and the sound of cars pulling up to the sign. Then, she suddenly realized what this was. Without a word, she turned her back to him; to walk away.

Laurien didn't move though, instead she stood smirking at the ground. Silently, she moved her fingers along the hem of her shirt lifting it over her head, and unzipped her pants letting them drop to her knees. There she stood beside him, in her bra, underwear, and her heels. She pursed her lips, running a hand through her hair, before reaching her hands around her back to unhitch her bra. She wrapped her an arm across her chest, the other hand holding her bra dangling beside her. Heels, underwear, and bra in hand. Hey, everyone needs a good publicity stunt every once in awhile.

TAGGED: Brandon.
OUTFIT: Rightheree.
WORDS:709.
NOTES:
MUSIC : When the Wind Blows by All-American Rejects
CREDIT : TANA @ COSMO ?!

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[brandon]

This girl certainly knows how to make a scene.

Brandon thought to himself, observing every curve of the girl's body, looking it up and down and spending more time on certain areas than others. This photo shoot had been taken to the next level, and Brandon couldn't help but smirk when the girl had everything she had been wearing in her hands. "Now, now, that would've been much more fun if it had been me taking it off," he joked. Turning his back, he looked down below as people reached for their cameras. Quick and small flashes were seen, which meant the paparazzi had yet to arrive, or things would be much more extreme.

"So, does the nude girl who's keeping me company happen to have a name? Or are you the type to do crazy shit like this anonymously?" he licked his lips, he was intrigued, and he wasn't exactly afraid to show it. After staring for just a few more seconds, he reached for his camera and began to take pictures, "I hope you don't mind." With a wink, he clicked the top of his camera a couple times, and then walked closer to the girl.

Circling around her, he continued to show interest with his eyebrow raised. "By the way, the name's Brandon Noble. But you, chicky, can call me Brandon. Unless you're the formal type, which in that case, I can easily change. Then again, you seem like you have no problem loosening up, or loosening your clothes in general."

With a laugh, he also said, "And now that you've outdone me, I feel like a fish out of water. Allow me to change that." Brandon ripped off his briefs and flashed a smile, this day had just gotten ten times better.


notes;pm'd you about something.

[laurien]

Laurien chuckled at his comments, quirking an eyebrow. She was used to this sort of insinuating conversation. Usually, she just met it with a simple smirk and that was that. This time, she decided to oblige the boy. Not that she really had a choice. She'd already stripped down to nothing in front of him; she had no choice but to engage in conversation. Not that she minded at all. He was definitely attractive, and she was sure he was aware of this fact as well; otherwise he probably wouldn't be out here in those tight underwear of his.

The nude girl? Hm, she could get used to that nickname. "I never do things anonymously." She let the last word roll of her tongue, with a sly smile. This was true, if Laurien ever committed scandalous sins of any sort; you'd know about it. She'd make sure her name was written across the scandal in lipstick or in bright lights. That's just the way she rolled. Anonymity was just not her style. "Laurien. Laurien, and no I don't mind at all." She turned to her side, giving him a view of her profile before returning the wink, she had received a few moments earlier.

As he circled her, she felt like that of some kind of fish and he was the a shark. Her mind began to wonder what type of fish she would be. A blowfish? No, though the name did have a rather endearing innuendo to it. Maybe a clownfish...it wasn't until he spoke again did she snap back into reality. "Brandon." She repeated the name again, to ensure her pronunciation was correct. What happened next, she hadn't expected. Laurien's eyes followed his boxers as they hit the ground. When they returned to their original focus: his face, they had returned to their normal size. It was what happened on the way up to his face that intrigued her. He was well...endowed to say the least. With the raise of an eyebrow, she grew bolder; dropping by hands by her side leaving her fully exposed. The papparazzi were sure to get a kick out of this one. Who doesn't love two naked up and coming celebritiies?

TAGGED: Brandon.
OUTFIT: Rightheree.
WORDS:380.
NOTES:
MUSIC : When the Wind Blows by All-American Rejects
CREDIT : TANA @ COSMO ?!

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[brandon]

"Aren't you brave," he said with a yet another sly smile. Once both of them had nothing covering them was when they got to see some real cameras flash. Somebody had called the paparazzi, and they had certainly made their arrival as noticeable as ever. Their annoying quick voices suddenly flooded the surroundings, but for whatever reason they kept their distance from the Hollywood sign itself. Brandon put up his hand giving them all a little wave.

His attention went back to Laurien, "Ah, Laurien. Pretty name. You don't seem like you're from here, Hollywood that is. Though I am loving the accent, I have a thing for Southern Belles." With a yawn, he scratched his head as the paparazzi kept their questions coming and their overly large cameras flashing. "They certainly keep me happy 'down south', if you know what I mean."

This stunt was going well, even better than he had suspected. He gained enough confidence to walk right next to her, putting his arm around here and giving her a bit of a hug. "Just keep on smiling, I'm pretty sure they're loving this. You and me are going straight to the top after this, Laurien, or should I say front...the front page of ever tabloid magazine you could dream about. People are going to be staring at our 'goods' as they're checking out in the grocery store. Isn't that a dream of yours?" he said playfully. He wasn't exactly the most serious guy out there.

Letting out a hardy laugh, he made it obvious he was having a good time. He faced the paparazzi as a few more approached, posing he began to speak, "Take this as a public announcement, or a...pubic announcement. Miss Laurien and I, Brandon will be here to stay in Hollywood, get used to the names, my 'friends'." Brandon turned to Laurien again and gave an expression that almost asked, "Did you want to say anything?"

notes;xDDD

[laurien]

A shiver tore through Laurien's body. She couldn't tell whether it was the mention of the South or the breeze that suddenly passed. Just the simple mention of Southern Belles transferred her to her memories in etiquette class and being poked and prodded at in the hair salon. As a teenager, she hated every single moment of it. As an adult, she would appreciate a free makeover. She chuckled as the 'down south' innuendo slipped from his mouth. "Of course, us Southern chicks know how to keep men happy." Of course, she couldn't resist an innuendo herself.

She listened to him as he pulled her into a hug, her eyes glancing down for a few moments; before returning to his face. Laurien nodded as he spoke, but broke her silence to giggle incessantly at the thought of her grandmother walking through the grocery store to see these pictures next to the canned peas. That's the American dream, correct? Pubic announcement. And there goes another one of those trusty innuendos of Brandon's. They were actually beginning to grow on her. Laurien's eyes scanned his face for a moment, it wasn't a few moments until she realized he was inviting her to speak. She turned towards the paparazzi to speak, before shutting her mouth once more. Laurien turned back to face Brandon, doing the one thing she knew how. She pulled Brandon into a kiss, grabbing him by the back of the neck. It was just long enough to make a dramatic statement; before pulling away to give the cameras a wink. "And feel free to visit me, at anytime." She spoke in the direction of the various people with cameras.

Flirting with the camera, one of the easiest ways to get cover time. And flirting with another person on camera...naked. That's guaranteed cover time. This publicity stunt seemed to actually be working. Laurien had doubted its potential at first, but clothes were overrated anyways, so why not take the chance? She returned Brandon's arm to it's original place; and placed a hand on her own hip to pose for pictures. This would not soon be forgotten. Or at least she hoped so. Otherwise, this would all be in vain.

TAGGED: Brandon.
OUTFIT: Rightheree.
WORDS:369
NOTES: Scandaloussss.
MUSIC : When the Wind Blows by All-American Rejects
CREDIT : TANA @ COSMO ?!

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[brandon]

It seemed like things were slowly starting to die down once the paparazzi got their cameras full of pictures. Brandon removed his arm from Laurien's shoulder and walked over to do a few interviews. "What provoked you and Miss Rose to do something like this?" He smirked, and thought about how he would respond to that. Boredom? Nah, that wasn't really an interesting answer. Perhaps he'd get more of a response if he lied through his teeth.

How can I get the most money out of this?

"Oh, easy question. You see, her and I are doing this for a barely-known charity back in Long Beach. It's for the animals, you know...sort of like what PETA did with their fur campaign. I think this is for a great cause, so if you guys have anything you'd like to donate just give it to me and Laurien over there and we'll make sure it goes straight to the charity." as the mic. was pulled away from his face, he congratulated himself in his head for being so quick with an excuse that would benefit the two who had pulled the stunt.

The press was in the palm of his hands, they had become clay to play, twist, and toy with. "Any other questions?"

"Do you have any romantic relationships with this woman you did the photo shoot with?" one asked in a quick, obnoxious voice.

Brandon paused, he had just met the girl, it might just get him in trouble if he lied about something like that. "Well, I think that's more of a question you should ask her. I'm done interviewing, thanks for coming, yada yada, watch the TV show i'm on so we get renewed for another season, yeah." He shooed them away and picked up his Calvins and waited for Laurien to be done getting interviewed.

When he got the chance, he walked back over to her, this time with his underwear (now stuffed with wads of cash) back on and a shirt one of the journalists had given him and smiled. Politely, he asked, "Now, did you have anything planned for us to do after you decided to join on in my little game?"

notes;xDDD

[laurien]

Laurien followed suit, answering the questions the paparazzi threw at her. Most of them pertaining to her relationship with Brandon. Friends? You couldn't even call them that. After all, they had just met. The most common question was: "Do you have any romantic relations with the man you did the photo shoot with?". To with she would reply, in that endearing Southern accent of hers "Oh you flatter me; thinking I'm worthy of a prize like Mr. Noble." This didn't necesarily answer their question, but it was satisfying enough apparently; because the interviews ended at that.

Her eyebrows quirked as Brandon approached with underwear filled with money. Laurien supposed he'd have to tell her where he got that sooner or later. Anything planned? Never. Couldn't he tell by now that Laurien was a spontaneous spirit. She had definitely not planned to strip down by the Hollywood sign. "Though I can think of some..." She paused to look him up and down, her cheeks turning a pale shade of pink. "Pleasurable things to do, I'm more interested in counting that cash." She motioned to the underwear with a smirk.

Laurien grabbed her clothing off the floor, before returning to her original spot. "Your place or mine?" She asked, making her way towards her car. There was no way she was letting him go home with the cash; for all she knew he could be a con artist...a very attractive con artist. "Actually, how about mine? " She suggested. She preferred to play on home turf. Excuse the innuendo.

TAGGED: Brandon.
OUTFIT: Rightheree.
WORDS:380.
NOTES:
MUSIC : When the Wind Blows by All-American Rejects
CREDIT : TANA @ COSMO ?!

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[brandon]

"Counting cash? My, my, my, is the southern belle not one for being frugal? Alright, alright. I'll play along. We'll go to your place and count this delicious smelling green paper, have something to drink, and then perhaps you'd be up to playing a little game with me? Oh, it's a fun game, think pin the tail on the donkey, except there's a lot more rolling around, and you aren't pinning something on my ass. I am, however, pinning something into you. Sounds fun, doesn't it?" the perverse comment just sort of slipped out. He couldn't really help it, he was starting to get antsy and he was less careful of what he said outloud.

He jumped into her car, trying his best not to touch any of her belongings and waited for her to jump in. "So, i've heard you speak, I got your name, we've gotten naked together, and there's proof of it through pictures. I'd say that's a pretty big accomplishment for you and I, it's almost as if posing nude at the Hollywood sign got me a home run. Hit the ball, but not quite running fast enough to third base. Want to speed things up?"

There was a wink after he said that, "Now we could go back to your house, or we could count the money in your car and play that game i was talking about at the same time. I've always been good at multitasking, plus there appears to be plenty of room in the backseat. And hey, it wasn't hard for us to take our clothes off the first time, I can't imagine it being too difficult to do it the second time around."

Feeling daring, Brandon reached over and began playing with her hair a bit to tease her ever so slightly. "What do you say? Something like this could not only help you by making you leave her with a wad of cash in your pocket, but it might just get you a spot on Life Intertwined. The producers and I get along fairly well, a bit of sweet talking, a budget cut for moi, and you might just be on everyone in America's television screen."

Of course, Brandon at this point was just making things up to get the girl to sleep with him. The manipulative side of Brandon had taken over. It was beginning to start like he was just rambling, but hey, the guy was getting desperate. Letting the girl go would make her joining him absolutely useless.

notes; just a wee bit desperate for it, isn't he? lol

[laurien]

Laurien stomped on the gas, the car speeding out onto the driveway. She chuckled as he rambled on and on. She figured this drive home would be longer than she expected though she was only a few minutes away. She chuckled as he spoke. As mentioned before she was used to this sort of insinuating conversation. She seemed to have this effect on men, or so she'd like to think. She knew how to toy with their wants, needs, and it seemed to work out better for her this way.

It wasn't until he mentioned having fun in the backseat did she realize what was going on. He wa horny: plain and simple. And he obviously had no intention of hiding this fact. As much as the southerners liked to believe that a way to a man's heart was through his stomach, she refused to believe that. She knew the way to a man's heart and it sure wasn't through his stomach. Laurien figured it'd be more fun to sit in silence and let him suffer. Yeah, she was a bitch like that.

When he leaned over to with her hair she jumped slightly. It had sent a few chills down her spine. Laurien was a woman she had needs, though she'd never let on that much. She just met him with a mere smirk before returning her eyes to the road. She knew this must have been killing him inside.

When they pulled up to her condo, she pulled the keys out of the ignition and sat as he continued to ramble. Sure, her ears perked up when he spoke of speaking to the producers but she wasn't dumb she'd heard that line a million times. "Will you shut up already?" Her words hung in the air, this was the first time she'd actually spoken the whole ride. "Rambling isn't very becoming." Laurien said before leaning over to grab him by the collar of his borrowed shirt and press her lips against his.

TAGGED: Brandon.
OUTFIT: Rightheree.
WORDS:334 Short. D:
NOTES: Just a wee bit. xD
MUSIC : When the Wind Blows by All-American Rejects
CREDIT : TANA @ COSMO ?!

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