devil in the details ------------------- chelsea

[ellie]

So, North Carolina was nice. Nice enough for Eloise not to hate it there with a passion, at least. The set she was previously on was lovely, all in the woods and shit. Eloise was from North New Jersey, Newark, specifically - so nature wasn't a huge thing for her although she admired it. There were too many bugs there, however, that was her biggest problem with the place. It was also hot as fuck out, but that was to be expected - not as if here, in L.A., it was any different.

She had the whole indie geek thing going for herself, Eloise had observed while looking at her wardrobe that was almost picked out for this photo shoot. Actually, Elle had been given the privileged of throwing out a few things and picking others. She made sure to give the herself more of a mysterious intellectual look rather than recreate Allison Reynolds from the Breakfast Club, God forbid. It was all some promo for Camp Knockout, so she was only going so far away from her loner character Quinn.

Eloise sat, perched in the dimly lit make up room with a mug of coffee. Lights surrounded the mirror in front of her, but she kept them off until the make-up artist arrived, reveling in the silence while the caffeine slowly woke her up. Her legs were tucked under her, the shoes that were apart of her outfit rested neglected at the floor. Eloise was comfortable and ready to either sit through an hour of make up or just go back to sleep. Make up artists were always the perfectionists, and therefore took for fucking ever to do something Eloise could have accomplished in fifteen minutes. But, she knew it was necessary, that her face had to be flawless for the camera to save expenses on touch ups.. or whatever, she didn't work behind the scenes.

She rubbed her eyes, not even beginning to think of how terribly her hair had gone. She'd just woken up though, and then to have someone taking forever to style and tug at your hair? No way. Maybe Eloise was a back seat stylist, she didn't fucking know. She had been doing her own hair and make up for erotic movies - not to mention all her goddamn life! Like she didn't fucking know how. Elitist stylists, what bitches.

She heard the door open behind her and promptly removed her legs from under herself, placing her painted toes on the counter in front of her so her knees here close to her body - the coffee kept warm somewhere in between. "About goddamn time," she mumbled to herself, attempting to pep herself up before the task ahead. Hopefully the coffee would kick in before then, for both their sakes.

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this is her outfit and i've got nothing else to say, har har. i just hope it's adequate.

[chelsea]

She fucking hated traffic. Just sitting here, staring at the lines of cars and hearing the continuous beeping of horns drove her mad. Chelsea sat slumped onto her steering wheel, loosing her will to live. With her bike busted up and being worked on as we speak, she just had to be patient and drive a car. Or a cage as she called it. She needed a monster truck to drive over the top of cars and get to her destination, which was a photo shoot. She left her apartment early with the traffic in mind and she still felt she was gonna be a few minutes late for the appointment. Way to make a good first impression.

The Creepshow's song Take My Hand played in her car and her tattooed arm rested on the door with the window rolled all the way down to get some air because it was uncomfortably stuffy inside the car. After a short wait that felt like an endless wait, the cars began to move forward and were soon on their way. Which was a relief.

Our Little Miss Road-rage put down her foot and tried to make up for lost time, speeding while trying to avoid cop cars until she arrived on location and parked up. Out of her trunk came one black make-up box and one leopard print case as well as her large tote bag which she slung under her arm. She wore a pair of indigo denim crops that were fold-ups, which she teamed with a red tee shirt with narrow navy horizontal striping and a pair of red Mary-Jane wedges. Her black hair was pulled up in the back into a messy bun and in the front it had been rolled back in a quiff-like manner and pinned.

Chelsea almost fell into the room because she was rushing around so much and then she got fucking lost and had to ask for someone to direct her to where she had to be. "Jesus Christ." she sighed almost in a whisper to herself, inhaling and exhaling deeply. "Sorry if I'm late, goddamn traffic seemed neverending." she said and put on her happy face, smiling her pierced lips as the dark haired and fair skinned lass sat there drinking a cup of coffee. "Anyway," she said, putting her tote back on a nearby table and readjusting her shirt, turning to face the young woman and view her properly.

"I'm Chelsea..." she began but as Chelsea studied the actress's face, she was taken back. She knew who this was and she was stunned to see her sitting in the opposite chair. Her old roommate was a huge fan on this chick and Chelsea had seen a bit of her work and enjoyed it too. "Holy shit, dude," Chelsea said, unable to stop herself from cussing. "You're...you're Elle Frances, right?" she asked, though she knew the answer. Elle had a unique look about her and it was one you couldn't forget. Sultry and dark but with this classic look about her.

A big grin spread on Chelsea's cheeky face, as she couldn't wait to tell her friend. He would flip the fuck out about this!

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NOTES: your post was rad! I listened to Cherry's intro song writing this, for inspiration. ;D and I can't believe photo bucket removed your icon - she wasn't even showing anything! 9F120B

[ellie]

Eloise turned her head slowly as the door opened, a dainty tattooed girl seemingly fighting the air to get to the counter. She stretched her arm out to flick the light around the mirror on, eager to get on with the make up so she could get to the shoot faster. The girls behind her cussed and carried on about the traffic, causing Eloise to roll her eyes out of sight. Of course there was traffic. This was motherfucking L.A.

"Yeah, this city's transportation system is fucking ridiculous,"

[/color]Eloise agreed with her, capable of shaking off the minor set back. She wasn't going to torment the thing because she was late by a few minutes. Eloise could certainly be a bitch, that was not left for debate, but getting worked up over things out of anyone's control seemed pointless. But Hell, maybe she'd luck out and the chick would fuck her face up or something.

Elle swiveled her chair around to meet the girl's face while she continued on to introduce herself. Her large brown eyes just stared up blankly at her, emotionless - the coffee was still kicking in. It was only when Chelsea's face lit up with recondition that Eloise took on a knowing look. Her lips pulled up into a small, tight smile as she nodded, "I was," [/color]she said simply, "Now I work on films with a little more acting."[/color] She peered down at the make up bag and other assorted totes, trying to maybe give her a little queue to maybe start on something.

"And you can call me Eloise,"[/color] she continued to say, raising her eyes again, "or Elle if you prefer, I don't really give a shit." [/color] She set her coffee down on the counter and rummaged around for some gum after pushing the sleeves of her sweater up. She could feel herself in the mood for a strong drink and smoke after this thing was done with, easy socializing was in order.

Eloise didn't particularly enjoy talking about her previous occupation, but she did find the Chelsea's fangirl approach endearing. It made the corner of her nude lips turn up. Elle wasn't Dita fucking Von Teese. She had been a porn star who did anything that was asked of her. She wouldn't go so far as to say she was ashamed or regretted the whole thing, but only getting recognized or remembered because of how well you could give a blow job or get fucked got old after a while when you had the potential to do more.

Her eyes stared at herself in the mirror while she went on to say, "You know, it's usually men that recognize me… naturally, and if women do they usually don't say anything because they think I'm fucking scarred by the experience or something, which is total bullshit, by the way."[/color]

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this is her outfit and STUPID FUCKIN' PHOTOBUCKET. I used to have the grindhouse soundtrack! now I only have "you belong to me" and "two against the world" lmfao. but I have "fever" which she sang in charmed, so it's all good.

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[chelsea]

It was more than fucking ridiculous. It was going to drive her mad. Oh, she couldn't wait until she got her motorcycle back and was able to weave right to the front of traffic so when it was time to go, she was one of the first off. Obviously, having this privilege had made her a very impatient road user and therefore, a very impatient and PMSy driver! But she decided that it wouldn't be a good idea to complain and moan about traffic to a client and so Chelsea just nodded her head in agreement and focused her attention on Eloise.

She had no idea why she had gotten so amazed and almost starstruck at seeing "Elle Frances" sat in the chair waiting to be made up. Chelsea worked with actors and actresses as a job and very rarely did she get all lit up like this. Unless you were Bruce Willis or someone of the same calibre, she would never go into a total fangirl mind frame. This was just unexpected. The name Eloise Trell didn't sound familiar to her at all, she wasn't expecting Elle Frances to be here. It almost took away the glamour of the former identity, knowing the true person behind it. But she was also happy to see her! Happy that she was moving on up in the world.

Some people might frown upon Eloise's former career. But not Chelsea. In fact, she completely respected Eloise for it. Chelsea didn't think of pornstars as sluts. That wasn't fair, not when they were playing a character. She found it incredibly courageous actually. It was a big leap from what she did as a hobby, nude and alternative pin-up modelling of the softcore genre. While she had no qualms with taking her kit off, having sex for other people's entertainment was something she could never do! "That's great. I hope it goes well for you." she said sincerely, smiling brightly. And she chuckled a little bit. "Eloise it is." said Chelsea.

Chelsea assumed that in this new beginning as an actress, she didn't want to be known for her previous roles. Though that was all Chelsea knew of her thanks to a friend. She never thought of looking her up and seeing whatever she was up to as it was her buddy who was the fan, Chelsea just admired and enjoyed! "Oh? Well, I've seen quite a lot of your stuff. I had this roommate and he was a big fan of yours. We're not shy about watching dirty movies so I got to know about you through him. And he's pretty much gonna hate me for the rest of his life when I tell him about this." said Chelsea and grinned at the fact.

Chelsea began to open up her make-up kit and then her case, which carried hair equipment. "This caught me totally off guard. I hope I'm not being a total freak." she said with a frown. And she hoped she hadn't offended Eloise. Chelsea sometimes didn't know it but she could be pretty forward and inappropriate which could offend some people. It was just sort of weird right now! You didn't expect to meet pornstars outside of an adult entertainment environment. Especially one that you actually enjoyed. Was it sort of creepy? She hoped not. It wasn;t like she was standing her going "yeah, I've seen you naked." or anything.

[ellie]

Eloise halfway listened to Chelsea talk, and halfway concentrated on other plans for the day. She was relatively good at pretending to be interested in what people were saying. The little tattooed girl seemed overly polite, or at least to Eloise she did. She was both grateful for that and annoyed. Grateful because at least she wouldn't have to deal with some elitist and annoyed because she couldn't tell if it was genuine or not. Evaluating people took time, although Eloise figured she should know better than to try. She was often jealous of people that just wreaked of sincerity. And for those reasons she was drawn to them, but more often than not they didn't find her company as appealing. She was just too much of a mellow pessimist, she assumed - and old habits died hard. Oh, well.

She found herself laughing a little as she cached the end of her explanation. Of course. At least she already had a devout following, even if the majority were males. Even if she flunked as an actor and was terrible she could probably bet her money that men like Chelsea's roommate would watch the movies anyway. If anything for the indie movie smut scenes.

"Yeah? Let's just hope he doesn't try'da fuck the secondhand Elle Frances off'a you or anything," she grinned, her Jersey accent still thick and fast despite the months she'd spent in California.

Observing that the make up kit was being prepped, Elle scrunched up her face before running her hands over it, sighing, getting the last little itches out before she'd have to leave it untouched. Brown eyes peered up at Chelsea from above her fingers as her hands slipped down the rest of her face, "No, no, no,"

[/color] Eloise started, waking her hands around in a dismissive manner, "it's fine, it's cute, I appreciate it. And I've heard far worse. People're less than fucking respectful about it more often than not, so."[/color]

She paused, figuring she'd stop there before regretting the silence. Quickly she wanted to change the subject off of herself, get Chelsea to discuss herself in the time that she worked on painting up her face. "Anyways," [/b]she started, still stalling on what exactly to inquire about, "besides watching porn with your roomie what're you into?" Belch. How horrible her small-talking skills were when she was sober.

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[chelsea]

She could imagine that to be very true. A misconception of a former porn star would be that they wanted to have your sex all day and all night or something. Or that they were trashy sluts. Chelsea was sure that in the industry, there were some like that but she highly doubted that Eloise was one of them. "That's bullshit." she said, shaking her head at the thought. Thank god she wasn't famous. Not only could she not handle the paparazzi (she would handle them, with her fists) but if someone was disrespectful or just plain insulting towards her because of something like her work as a nude model, she would have to crack some skulls.

Chelsea turned and contemplated the question Eloise hit her with, wondering about all the things she knew she liked but she wondered what to answer. She doubted Eloise cared what the answer was but she didn't want to ramble on and on. She had hobbies, interests and things she liked but some of them were insignificant. "Well I model as a hobby." said Chelsea as she unwrapped her little kit, with hair utensils galore stashed inside neatly. "Alternative work, you know? I work for a site, called Suicide Girls." she added absentmindedly, her brow furrowed as she saw something missing out of her kit. She hated when there was just one thing missing and she couldn't remember the last time she used it. Good job she didn't need it right now, but it still irked her.

Not all of the modelling Chelsea did was nude, just everything that she did for Suicide Girls was. She did other work too if approached by a photographer with a good idea. Chelsea was confidant when it came to her body. Not because she thought she was hot shit, but because it didn't matter what anyone else thought or had to say about her appearance - she was comfortable with it. She had a lot of fun doing it though, it was exhilarating and liberating. Just like riding her motorcycle. "And I'm a motorcyclist, I like going out for rides." she added, glancing at Eloise quickly to visualize the style on her that the person in charge of this shoot would prefer her to have. A 'casual but controlled' style. Right. "Though right now, it's out of action." she said and drooped her bottom lip, looking at Eloise with this sad puppy-dog expression in her brown eyes.

It really did make her sad! But it would be fixed soon and she'd be on her way. She had to be happy that the bike was the only thing in need of fixing and not her. She was lucky that she hadn't been more seriously injured. At least now you couldn't tell she had been in an accident, the bruising from her face had all gone. "Alright so, they want a casual style. Why they couldn't let you do it yourself, I don't know." she said, because it couldn't get more casual if you did it yourself right? She was thinking of a lazy, “scruffy” bun that was made to look like you'd just taken barely a second to tie it up but actually, it had all been strategically placed. "But I won't complain, I'm getting paid." added Chelsea and didn't try to hide the cheeky grin.