Post by raquel vonne roquelaure on Aug 6, 2012 23:40:25 GMT -5
Los Angeles.
The lifestyle of those who had reached some semblance of fame could be taxing. She had been running on a dangerous lack of sleep, and mixed with the combination of party favors, some which she had not known, had made her feel especially angelic, and at times, she felt as is she were hovering. Having slipped away from the party, Raquel had found herself wandering further and further away. The Valium she had taken about thirty minutes ago began taking hold, and her mind was slipping away from her, cognitively, she truthfully felt blissful and indestructible.
Already, she had removed the imposing, uncomfortable high heels, which, earlier, seemed too easy to maneuver in, now, they were simply too encumbering. In spite of how she teetered and tottered through the street, Roquelaure felt astonishingly blissful, even as the car who whizzed by honked manically and shouted some obscenity to which she responded with a giggle and a loud "Hello!"
Somehow, her hair managed to stay up high in its bouffant, and her make-up still seemed to be flawless, at least, what she could make out of it in the dark, given that she clumsily leafed through her purse to unveil a compact, dropping other items in the process. Eventually, the young socialite parked herself on the sidewalk, her back resting against a stop sign, a street lamp giving away her location as its orange lighting shone ominously over her.
The lifestyle of those who had reached some semblance of fame could be taxing. She had been running on a dangerous lack of sleep, and mixed with the combination of party favors, some which she had not known, had made her feel especially angelic, and at times, she felt as is she were hovering. Having slipped away from the party, Raquel had found herself wandering further and further away. The Valium she had taken about thirty minutes ago began taking hold, and her mind was slipping away from her, cognitively, she truthfully felt blissful and indestructible.
Already, she had removed the imposing, uncomfortable high heels, which, earlier, seemed too easy to maneuver in, now, they were simply too encumbering. In spite of how she teetered and tottered through the street, Roquelaure felt astonishingly blissful, even as the car who whizzed by honked manically and shouted some obscenity to which she responded with a giggle and a loud "Hello!"
Somehow, her hair managed to stay up high in its bouffant, and her make-up still seemed to be flawless, at least, what she could make out of it in the dark, given that she clumsily leafed through her purse to unveil a compact, dropping other items in the process. Eventually, the young socialite parked herself on the sidewalk, her back resting against a stop sign, a street lamp giving away her location as its orange lighting shone ominously over her.
