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Post by chrystina jynx star* on Apr 7, 2009 18:21:03 GMT -7
Waving off her little loyal followers, Chrystina stalked into the coffee shop, watching as her fellow clique members kept going. She smiled slyly, turning on a heel in a smooth and sly movement. Her lips were parted in a perfect fashion with smooth light red lip gloss on them, top quality, the only for her. She walked past the college aged guys and went straight for the counter. She pursed her lips, cocking her head briefly. "Decaf vanilla latte. I'm kind of in a hurry." She blinked her eyelashes once and a dazzling smile sent the guy on his way, making her drink with care and as quickly as he could.
Chrystina smiled in a vulpine fashion, casting a glance around the Italian cafe with partial interest. Fingers tapping softly on the granet counter top, she looked thoughtfully at the decor. She liked it, deep and rich colors. She'd have to see about redecorating the townhouse. Turning to face the boy when he shakingly set down her drink in a to-go cup, Chrys set down a tem. "Keep it." She stated, not wanting to be associated with the worked any longer than need be. Chrystina took the route out, her heels clicking softly on the heel. A guy coming in held the door open for her while she slid her Gucci sunglasses down, the white contrasting with her faintly tanned skin that she worked hard to obtain.
The teen model was dressed stylishly as usual in a gray sheeth dress with a thick bright white belt accenting her thin waist and curves, giving her the shape of a perfect model, which she was. She had a thin white cardigan left open over the top. Her shoes were Louis Vuitton white pumps, topping off her perfect look. Her hair was pulled straight back to the side at the nape of her neck where it was twisted into a sculpted bun, revealing sparkling white hoops. Her features were enhanced with simple and perfessional make up.
Chrystina pressed her lips together, walking calmly down the street and looking briefly at the shops and people. People who knew her and weren't afraid of her offered up a smile and a wave. If she liked them, she gave a subtle nod of her head. If she didn't like them she either ignored them or gave them a cold look that was easily seen even with her pretty eyes covered. She rolled her eyes to herself, taking a sip of her coffee, stopping briefly and cocking her head to one side, lips pursed. She made a quick face and turned to find someone standing right where she wanted to walk, saying something. She glared behind her glasses, she hated it when people interupted her. She didn't recognize the person right away either.
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