The word opium doesnt roll off the tongue {Thundy}

Vella Sugare

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It had been the same type of capitol-style photo shoot it had been before. The same fussy photographers weilding the large, and painfully flashing camera. God, the photographers with their horrid accents and dramaticlly falmboyant looks.... Vella shuddered, recalling todays photographer. A woman with purple-dyed skin and black hair pulled into a sky-high pony tail that curled into dramatic backweavings. Frozen with a thickening hairspray. Vella sighed, slowly bringing up her head to meet the gaze of the so-called photographer.

She, the photographer, gave Vella a gaze back. "Pay attention girl, why are you so fussy? Next time I need to take pictures, maybe I should take the offer to get that other girl in here. Maury!"[/b] The photographer snapped her long and gold-painted fingernails and brought them to the camera once more, with Vellas cooperation retaining itself.

The photographer hit the button on the top of the camera, making it flash repetitivley multiple times over. She stood up straighter, extending her arm to the left ever so slightly. Her good side, of course. Turning sharply towards the left, she looked gracefully towards the frequently snapping camera and pivoted on her right foot. Vella could be considered graceful, but only when she wasn't slurring on the drugs she posessed or was infront of a camera. A learned behavior, she assumed. It had taken her long enough to learn how to gracefully cross a floor, so she assumed that being able to look decent infront of a camera went hand in hand with it.

She slowly tiptoed to the other end of the set; one for a new stylist so the person could be introduced to the capitol audience. Not the actual outfit or anything, but a sample of a previous work. Vella wore something that was actually quite fussy, especially for this type of photoshoot. It was a black gathered, full skirted dress with silver-y rosettes along the bust. The color and texture of the silk reminded her of the midnight oil. Mentally, she used the slang term for it because of the unattractivness of the word "Opium"

It was just... unpoetic. Vella hated the word that it had. Op-E-Um. It was a hard word to get off the tounge, and it turned bitter once the E hit the equation. It seemed chalky to her, almost a tone in the ice that was... the bubbles in it. Yes, when the ice clouded up and made the clearness even more unattractive. And Vella, being Vella, did not like the word Opium. Or anything that was not pleasing to the most perfection. She glanced at the photographer, with all of her clashing angles and imporportionate lips. God, what did she do? Plump them with beeswax? Smear it all over her face?

She turned on the other foot again, slowly beggining to become more devestated. Dammit, she needed to have it. Now. With a bit of devestation and frustration, she fumbled around for a little while, trying to figure out something creative and yet, elegant, like the piece of clothing. Sure, nothing like the photgrapher, but noneless. Did it really matter right now? She quickly moved her foot to the front, making her look a bit taller than she was already. She extended her neck. Maybe if the photgrapher got a good enough shot, Vella could escape for a few minutes to soothe the fire in her throught. Or, as she would claim a "lunch break" Yes, that would be a good enough excuse.

Vellas mind smiled in a smug satisfaction, but her thoughts raced a little bit. Smoking at work, are you Miss Sugare? A bit talented, you believe you are. Sure, darling. Vella shook her head at herself. She was clever. Or so, she thought. She recalled being a clever being, sure, but not exactly the smartest. She could compute and things, and her vocabulary was quite extrodinary, but honestly. Vella was a drug addict, and after a few years of having a clouded vision and perspective on the whole situation, she was probably losing brain cells by even dreaming of the black and tarry thing she craved so much. With the more pleasant title of midnight oil. Because midnight was a pleasant word, and oil was easy to the tounge. And to the ear, of course. Much, much, more plesasant than the nasty word, opium.

The photographer took a few more shots of a much-improved Vella, who was now perched on one foot, the other creating a dramatic swirl behind her. The photographer looked a bit pleased, if a bit irritated by the fact that she had so quickly judged earlier. Vella, who had a silent satisfaction to this sad fact of life, smiled and the photographer stopped clicking. "Smile, do you?" She snapped in a way that probably showed more irritation than Vella was fuming with at the moment. A bit stunned, Vella took a step back from the smile and went back to the blank stare. Though, already, impatiently, the camera was set down. "Anyway, girl, we need to get you in the next outfit. And I need to eat that biscotti in my lunch. I'll tell you what. Twenty minute break.". Vella, with a silent satisfaction with this, let out a slight smile and quickly dashed into the dressing room.

She took off the dress and slipped on what she had come today in: A black turtleneck sweater and a white trench coat accompanied by light wash jeans. Quickly running out of the dressing room, she rummaged around in the bottom of her purse and found the small amount of opium, or if you pleased to call it by its more pleasant term, tucked between a wallet made of snake skin and a black mirror. Vella, who found it a fairly good hiding place, tucked the small smoking-pipe between her fingers and started to open the small, black bottle she coveted.

Slowly pouring the black, tarry substance into the smoking pipe, she slowly lifted the pipe to her mouth, trying to keep everything in her hands at one point in the timing. With one hand, she grabbed a lighter from the front pocket of the purse and slowly brought it up to the plastic pipe. It ignited slightly, and then finally settled into a black, smoking piece of plastic. She inhaled the smoke slightly, and she instantly felt a little bit more numb. Blinking twice, she brought it to her lungs again. Mhm. She felt quite plesant, if a bit numb. [/color][/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]