oh, madame tussaud, why not make me ?!

[dayna]

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this thread is not open. it is reserved for jack bailey / sidra. it has plenty of words, enough or over the required limit. this post has 588 to be exact. this post is set in new york, times square. our girl jules is looking fly, as always. you can view her outfit here. all credits go to dayna, yes, even the little lyrics so please, don't steal. notes: our jack and jules meeting, woo hoo! i'm ready for this, pumped.

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Juliette had been one rather busy twenty-one year old. She was preparing for her first Hollywood film, which she was excited about, but not because it was a Hollywood movie, but because she knew it would be a great experience. Jules differed from other actors when it came to cashing in. She was not into acting for the fame or the money. Acting is not a stable job, you never know whether you will make it or not. Originally Jules wanted to be a Broadway actress. Musicals were her thing, and had been for a long time. In high school she was in the top choirs and took the leading roles in the schools musical productions. She always thought she had what it took to be on Broadway, with her name in lights, and face all over posters throughout town. Doing eight shows a week for a couple of months with no break. That was what she came to New York for. But her plans changed. After months of auditioning for theatre roles, her agent decided it was time that his client be thrown into television and film acting. And that was how Juliette started her career in film. Her first few movies being independently directed. Straight to DVD.

Even though she had a job, she still auditioned for other small projects she could be a part of after this movie was over. She only filmed for two months, seeing as how she had a minor roll. She needed something to do afterwards. This leads us to why Juliette was not in her funky indie style gear. She had been planning on meeting with her agent, and she had, and now she needed something to do for the rest of the day. She had lived in New York City for almost two years and had never really explored everything New York had to offer. She had never been to the Statue of Liberty, but she had managed to make it to Bryant Park. She sat third row at fashion week. But one of the places she had never been - and she had been dying to go - was Madame Tussaud’s. Yes, that was the famous wax figure museum that had many other locations throughout the northern hemisphere. With time to kill, that was where Jules would spend the rest of her day, by herself, and she would enjoy it too!

Walking out of the crisp New York winter air, Jules opened the big glass doors to the museum, thankful for the warmth. The museum wasn’t busy. She figured that was because it was a weekday, in the middle of January. Most of NYC’s citizens had been to Madame Tussaud’s. So right now, as far as Juliette could tell, it was just her and tourists. You can’t get around the tourists. She bought her ticket and entered the museum. Yes, she brought her camera. Her first stop was Johnny Depp. Ooh la la. She loved him not only for his looks, but for his ability to morph into crazy characters. Like Edward Scissor Hands, Willy Wonka, and Sweeny Todd. She would marry Johnny Depp, and if she could not marry him, she would just want to become him. He was just that amazing. It would be awesome to be made into a wax figure and put into a museum. Maybe one day Jules would be that famous? But she wasn’t in it for the fame. But if fame got you a wax figure, she was willing to compromise.

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New York City. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy it. But it was the last place he saw himself living in at this point in his life. He felt like he’d settled down without a choice or say in the matter. His best friends, family, co-workers, they were all in LA where he wants/needs/has to be, but he had no choice. Jack had screwed up and now he had to fix it. Well, he did have a choice, but it was really all for the money. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad in the long run….right? It still wasn’t what he would’ve wanted only a month before filming starts. He was suppose to be hanging around in his backyard, drinking whiskey or hitting the strip clubs with Tristan Silvers or something.

He was suppose to be annoying the hell out of Blake 24/7 and kicking Trio’s ass in any game he could probably think of. Turned out, though, Tristan was here. Somewhere. Jack texted him at one point, but apparently he was out for days. What the hell he was up to, Jack had no idea. Being the men they were, they didn't care about any of it.

So he didn’t feel like staying home. Nina was always out with her work, filming for her show while he just kinda stuck around the penthouse alone, most of the time just drunk off his ass or something. No kidding. It never did work out much when she was home. He’d end up leaving, because most of the time she wouldn’t even want to be around him. He did have a theory, though. She was just good for him. It was pretty obvious, actually. She would be the perfect wife, but all-in-all, she needed and deserved a perfect husband to go along with it and that just wasn’t Jack.

He was thankful to the fact that the museum wasn’t as busy as he thought it would be, but regardless, he kept on his shades and hood. Being recognized and having people find out he was still in New York would raise too many questions. Especially one about him still being in New York and why. It was only mid-January and he had a little less than half a month to return to L.A. for filming. Eukh. Whatever the case, he was at least making the most of his time in New York…I think. Enjoying the attractions the city had to offer and whatnot. Jack had pretty much hit up every club there was. It was already pointless going on because he couldn’t bring home a girl with him.

He walked by the Britney Spears wax model, listening to one of her music videos playing on the video nearby. Something that really caught his attention, though, was the fact that her figure was hanging off a pole, with her head dipped back and something obviously put into her chest that pumped slowly up and down to make it seem like she was breathing. Sheesh, the creators probably had so much time on their hands to do be going stuff like this. By the time he got to the Johnny Depp figure, he and his numerous characters weren’t the first person(s) that caught his eye. It was actually the girl that was standing by him. “Juliette?” He removed his shades to get a better look and approached with a simple smile on his face. He recognized her so easily, he wasn’t sure how. She was his cousin’s co-star after all, but still. Plus, he’d seen her in some photos too. And man, was she so much cuter in person.

status • complete
tag • jules / daynaa
word count • 605
outfit • coming soon?
ohbtw • that. was. awful.

[dayna]

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this thread is not open. it is reserved for jack bailey / sidra. it has plenty of words, enough or over the required limit. this post has 522 to be exact. this post is set in new york, times square. our girl jules is looking fly, as always. you can view her outfit here. all credits go to dayna, yes, even the little lyrics so please, don't steal. notes: yeah, i'm a fast poster. just today though, lol.

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Juliette was being such a tourist. She had her cell phone out taking pictures of the wax Johnny Depp figure. She even took a picture with Johnny ‘myspace’ style, hoping that nobody would notice. On her way to the museum, she had been recognized by a few passer-by’s. She loved her position in Hollywood. She ran into a few fans here and there. Fans that she could relate to, who were into indie films. Most of those fans were involved with some type of theatre or studied it. She couldn’t imagine ever having as much fame such as those like Jack Bailey. Who was actually right around the corner of where she was standing now. When she noticed him walk around the corner, she thought he was just some random. He looked super creepy, with his hood and shades on. Who wears shades indoors? Well, many people nowadays wore shades indoors. For various reasons, like eye surgery, or because they were just tool bags. But Juliette just imagined that this man was a creeper. She took precaution, shifting her bag so it was tucked tightly between her arm and her side.

Once she noticed it was Jack Bailey, which was when he removed his shades, she stuffed her cell phone in her purse. It had been easy for her to tell it was him even beneath his hooded jacket. She was a movie buff. She watched silent movies and went to the theatre all the time. If a guy offered to take her to the movies, and she didn’t like them, she would still go, because she got a free movie out of it. So naturally she had seen probably every movie Jack Bailey had been a part of. She had stuffed her cell phone in her purse because she didn’t want to seem like a nerd. She could say that she didn’t care what he thought of her, he probably would have just thought it was cute anyways. She had never met him before, and she had only talked to him online. Maybe he was different in person, maybe he wasn’t. ”Uh…hey.” She didn’t know how to greet him, because she had this feeling like she already knew him. But she was conscience about these types of things. It would be too chummy for her to be like ‘Oh hey Jack’, but she didn’t want to call him Jack Bailey either, that sounded too professional.

She took a minute to think about it, and eventually words just started flying out of her mouth.”I’m kind of scared to be near you. I might get trampled on or beat up by some fangirls.” She joked, with a smile. Juliette was one of those people who smiled often, and joked often too. Now she did not know what else to say. She was bound and determined to not let there be an awkward silence. So she took this time to study his face.”You… don’t look different.” Smooth. She was going for an alternative to ‘You look different in person’. He actually looked more handsome in person, but she would never admit that to him.

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He didn’t want to make it seem like he was just coming out of an eye surgery, is high on something or just is a tool bag. This was actually one way he could be sure a picture of him isn’t slapped onto the next issue of the E! Then again, he was never shocked to find people did end up finding celebrities and sending pictures to the media just to get money out of it, leaving the media to make up whatever story they wanted to about it all. Then again, what on earth could they even say about this? Jack Bailey was just in a wax museum, he considered it really boring news. He smirked to himself when she moved her bag closer to herself, though. Did he really look that sketchy and impossible to recognize or something?

When she greeted him too, he smirked over, not sure what to say. Did she even recognize him? It really sounded like she was just saying hi for the sake of being respectful, not wanting to be rude to the creepy man that knew her name…no matter how creepy he looked. He opened up his mouth to introduce himself, at least. He didn’t blame her for not knowing who he was, he was pretty well-disguised. But before he said something, she spoke and he felt stupid for underestimating her. He chuckled at the comment, re-locating his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

”Well, as far as anyone else knows, I’m just a shady man everyone chooses to keep away from.” He wasn’t sure what she meant at first when she said he didn’t look different, but thinking about it from her perspective, he ended up huffing out a chuckle. It was probably sarcasm or something. ”I think I’m flattered,” he said back to her, raising an eyebrow. ”I would’ve thought I looked much different in person.” Jack had seen Jules in person before, but he’d never admit it to her, it was just odd and creepy for sure.

Aside from visiting Blake sometimes in shooting for the new film, he also laid eyes on Jules once in a while. ”You don’t look different either.” She really didn’t. There wasn’t much a disguise; she looked like just any other person visiting the museum. Jack then looked around. He didn’t know what the point of taking a picture with this Orlando Bloom would me for him. He know Orlando blood, Jack could just ask for a picture whenever he wanted.

As far as jack knew, thought, he was nothing a tourist in the area. He rarely even stayed here at all. As far as he knew, Jack belonged in L.A., where his real home was. It at least didn’t hurt to get a decent picture or two with Barak Obama’s wax version, though. ”Pretty handsome, ain’t he?” Jack casually, but jokingly questioned when he snapped out of his thoughts and pointed towards Orlando Bloom.

status • complete
tag • jules / daynaa
word count • 493
outfit • coming soon?
ohbtw • jsldkfj suckish.