@Flightless_Soul
Nylah had never met a person who was so.. Profane. Well, she has -lots of them at least-, but something about the woman gave her a sort of caution since she just seemed more overpowering than her. "Well.. I'm Nylah." She simply answered, stopping herself from looking up and down at the woman as she figured it would be a rude gesture. "Didn't mean to look like that... You just seem kind of.. interesting I guess." Nylah added in quickly and awkwardly. "Well.. As in, your character. Ah, what's your name?" The teen quickly changed the topic as paparazzis took pictures with some local police keeping them in check, and Nylah seemed to point a finger off to the side. "Where ya headed?" She asked. This was a strange interaction really, or possible befriendment. Normally you don't just keep a conversation with a complete stranger but Nylah figured they were not so much as strangers anymore as she thought and grinned. "Cool hair... It's pretty. So cute.." She slowly muttered mid-sentence.

@Yvain

Her name was Nylah.

Not a bad name, Liz thought. Dare she say it was cute? Nah, not really. "Liz." She gave a curt reply, paying no attention at all to the mobscene half way down the street. If she wasn't being stampeded, then surely one of those poor bastards would've had a skateboard whacked against their face, along with that camera shoved up their ass.

God...she hated Hollywood. Why did she even think of coming here? "None of your business." Was her response to Nylah's other question, along with fishing out another cigarette to light. The girl was eager to keep a conversation going, but Liz wasn't really in the mood. Who would be after eating concrete twice. However, her eyebrow rose slightly when Nylah mentioned something about her hair....that word....cute.

"Cute?" She repeated the word with a bit of an inflection on the end, along with an exhale of smoke after taking a drag. Cute...her...that was something. And damn! Could this weirdo smile any more? "Uh...thanks...I guess."

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"Gala? Alright then, I'm game. What time is it?" Lawrence asks, before sitting down at the table.

She nodded."Cute." Nylah repeats, before shaking her head abruptly and running her hair through it messily."Unlike mine. Wish I had straight hair!" added Nylah as she stopped and stared at the woman."Instead I have this puffy nest on my head.. It's not that great to maintain though... Nor fun to brush." shrugged the model."And y'know.." Nylah commented in order to grab the blue haired's attention. She momentarily paused just to have Liz look at her and leaned forward slightly."You really shouldn't be smoking those things.. I mean, Can't you just use e-cigs?" she inquired. "If you were my friend, I'd actually smack the cigarette from you.. But I don't think i can consider you my friend.. You don't seem interested." She shrugged before walking.

Nylah had figured she should move elsewhere as she was bothered by the small group of paparazzis and tried to think of somewhere which would be local and quiet... There was a nearby public garden, and also a library. She took out her iPhone in attempt to google some nearby quiet place, but checked the messages from her mother first who nearly spammed her with texts.

<( Did you get the part?
<( Are you going out?
<( Nylah, Answer my messages.

Nylah furrowed her eyebrows and sighed as she typed in quickly.

( Yup! I got the part! And i'll be going out to somewhere local and quiet or something.. But I'll head home at 5:30. I just left the audition place.. )>
and within seconds her mother had answered 'Ok, good. Becareful and keep me updated.' which satisfied her. "Uff... Am I hungry or bored?" She spoke to herself as she swiped through restaurant suggestions. She figured she couldn't eat in public anyways, especially right now with the whole paparazzis--God knows what word got around about her potentially being the 'female lead' in a upcoming movie that was apparently highly anticipated. So she figured probably the Library would be a good suggestion more than anything else. She was always slightly old-fashioned anyways and besides, she had just remembered about the Gala..

@Flightless_Soul

@Yvain

"Pfft! No way! E-cigs are for pussies!" Practically guffawing at her comment, Liz, as if to spite the scrawny brunette with a bird's nest on her head, took another drag off her cigarette. My was she a forceful one too. Really, if anyone dared to slap a cig out of Liz's mouth, either they'd be pounded into raw meat or stabbed Jack the Ripper style by her switchblade..which she just carried because it was badass. "Eh, fuck it. I'll quit when I'm dead." She mouthed off.

Well, there was one thing Nylah had pegged right, and that was Liz didn't really give a fuck about her, or being her friend. Her? Friend's with some stuck up bitch of a celebrity? Maybe next time she'd go skating on the freeway. "Yeah, fuck you too." She muttered under her breath watching Nylah stroll away. Jeez...what a weird bitch.

Back on her skateboard she was then, lazily skating down the sidewalk, until her phone started buzzing. She stopped for a moment to check it, a message from Zane, her bass player, popping up on screen.

]> Anarchy in LA bitches! Sum stupid celebrity gala shit goin' on tonight! Me and Deac gonna crash it! You in?

Liz thought about it for a moment or so, then...here came that devilish smirk of hers.

]> Fuck yeah! \m/ Where's it at?

"I'll just skip the gym for today and when you're ready we can go and sort that right away. It's really your choice though. I want you to get exactly what you've been dreaming of. You're the one who's dreamt of a wedding since you were a little girl. I'm more than happy to help you decide on the venue though Princess." Jacob said as Yuli melted into a puddle onto the floor. Not really, but she could have. Jacob was so sweet and the young woman couldn't imagine being with anyone but him. Perhaps it was because they we're still in the "honeymoon" phase of everything in their relationship, but damn if it didn't feel perfect. Planting a kiss on his lips, "Thank you my love." she said in a soft tone, before pulling back and straightening herself in the kitchen chair. "Alright then, we will take a look and then decide in the end together. I'm ready to go when you are." she said, looking at Jax who probably had not even taking a shower yet, syrup and the taste of pancakes lingering on his lips.

@Saz

Jax

Jacob grinned before bending Yuli over kissing her deeply. He was so in love with this woman. He scooped her up and carried her to their bedroom before sitting her down on the bed. "You sort where you want to go.. While I go for a shower." There was so many other things Jacob wanted to do to her there but he left it. Instead he headed into the ensuite bathroom. He switched on the shower making sure it was nice and hot before undressing. He got under the shower washing his hair and body before getting out of the shower. He headed into the bedroom where he applied deodriant before getting changed. Once changed and having done his hair he looked at Yuli. "Am I dressed to your liking?" He asked her.

@MissCapnCrunch

"Going to the Gala together is a great idea." Livana turned to her daughter. "If I say nine-thirty, I mean nine-thirty, Jessica."

She didn't mean to be strict but tomorrow was the first day if school and she wanted her daughter home early.

Roman felt the urge to look over his details again, but he had them commuted to memory by now.
"The Gala will begin at around 6, and dinner will be around 8." He said, fairly certain in himself. Thoughts of outfits swirled through his head. He had a collection in his closet that could do nicely... But would it be too formal? Perhaps it was better to go with something a little more simple.
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And so, Lawrence abruptly leaves once again, and goes back to his penthouse. He gets dressed into a semi-formal outfit and drives back to his sister's house. "I'm back yet again! And I'm dressed, too."

Livana laughs at her brother. "I swear you'd love to have Harry Potter powers. Apparate and disapparate."

-Time skip a few hours? -



Nylah arrived home quietly, hearing the TV from the living room on. She poked her head in curiously as her mother sat down on a chair at the center of the room, having her hair worked on. She wrinkled her nose and blinked surprised for a moment."I'm home." Nylah stated."Go get ready, we'll do your hair afterwards." Candice ordered as her hair was being ruffled and grabbed around."What am I gonna wear?" She asked."A dress, its on your bed." answered her mother."Do I have to wear one? Can't I wear a dress for an event thats actually major--Like I don't know, The movie premiere?" Nylah nearly begged as she leaned against the wall. Candice looked over at her daughter and raised her eyebrows."But you have to promise me the outfit will be appropriate. It does sound better if you dress much more formal for the premiere. Fine, go change--Hurry." and with a satisfied grin across her face, Nylah ran up the stairs. It only took her about 10 minutes to make up an outfit and as soon as she was done, her mother was hollering for her down the stairs. By the time she ran down the stairs, Nylah immediately fell her way in front of her mother's feet and proceeded to laugh."Ouch!--hahaha." she laughed. Candice on the other hand wasn't to impressed."Hurry up Nylah-- We have to leave asap." She insisted as Nylah crawled up to her feet and walked away."Okay, okay.." She uttered.



"Now we don't have time to do your hair.." her mother sighed. Nylah stayed quiet, as Candice's assistant applied pins in her daughter's curly hair. "The best we can do is just pin your hair in place, ok?" said the assistant, to which Nylah nodded without any problems. She didn't really care about appearance to much, and quietly sat in her mother's sear for a moment as she held in her random giggles."Make sure you bring a warm coat or something." her mom ordered."Okay mom....." She muttered slightly irritated but disguising it in the form of small laughter. As soon as the woman who did their hair was finished, Nylah jumped off her seat saying 'thank you' and followed behind her mother who considered them to be in a hurry. In Nylah's opinion, she believed it wasn't worth standing and talking to other rich celebrities. But seeing as her mother had to be there all because of her fame, it was basically a requirement. Which means 2 hours of waiting for a fancy meal which was in fact probably going to be small she grudgingly predicted.