Model Wars *5 people needed* UPDATE

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** UPDATE **

The Annual Model Banquet is coming soon. The models need to get ready, plan the event together, and survive the process. Awards will be given in these catagories:
Most fashionable:
Most iconic:
and
Most Loved:

The Awards will be given in a few days, or when I post them xD Remember: When you post, you are being reviewed for these awards. Post wisely!


You are one of the new models for Le Chic Industries. There are 5 others, which means 5 other people to kick out of the way. WHo will become the top model?

FORM

Name: Cora "Coyote" Carilyle (her friends call her either Coyote or Triple C)
Age: 19
How long you've been modeling: 7 years
Favorite designers: Ed Hardy, Juicy, anything punk or bright
Looks: Skinny, black hair, green eyes
Personality: Nice, shy, and emo. Can be mean when threatened ot intimidated
Other: Melinda has a tame Coyote, hence her nickname, named "Tim". Melinda modeled for Ed Hardy for 3 years, and for Juicy for 4 years. During 2 of those years, she modeled for Tiffany's with her twin, who died a year later from substance abuse. She's really punk and free-spirited, which makes her one of the best models out there, and a great friend

Rules
Just the basic RP rules

Be nice!

"the way I was saying it, its a bad thing. but you strut like the best model ever. YOu strut like MIcheala French."

Cora heard them talking, and snuck up to Nickyt's room and saw him on his knees; she gasped.

She nodded. "Okay. I have made my decision."

Nicky waited, anticipating the happiest moment of his life

Cora gasped, and walked into the room. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She screamed, in tears. "YOU"RE PROPOSING, TO HER????:" She sobbed, exasperated

She saw Cora, then looked into his eyes giving him the "If she doesn't want me to marry you maybe we shouldn't......." look.

Nicky shook his head 'no'. "Cora, go now."
"NO! YOU HATE ME! YOU LOVE HER! I CAN'T GO!" Cora sobbed and pushed Micheala to the floor. "She's a slut! She's most likely cheating on you right now!"


"You know that's not true." Nicky said, picking Micheala up and holding her to him

Fear was going through her eyes and pain in her ankle from falling.

Nicky took Cora's arm and thrust her out of the room. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" He shouted.

He took Micheala, and laid her on the chaise lounge. "Are you all right?" He asked, massaging her ankle.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks from the scene. "How could thrust her out of here like that?! She's your cousin!"

Starr was staring whide eyes and jaw to the floor in the kitchen.

"No she's not." Nicky sat down. "You'll hate me after this." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"We were childhood sweet hearts, and we got engaged. This was all before I met you. I loved her, and she loved me. Then she met this man at a modeling shoot. one year later, she came back to me, pregnant. The man, Louis Hunt, seduced her, and promised love, fortune, and happiness to her. He ruined both our lives." Nicky glanced at Micheala. "Then, I found her. At a club, Hooking up. I dumped her on the spot. I no longer loved her, but since her parents were very close friends with mine, I had to make sure that she stayed out of trouble and was safe. That is why she was staying here, in another guest room. Her parents died, and she was left alone. And that man, at the club, was another man who seduced her."

"She has always been extremely vulnerable like this; a anorexic model, who lost her parents, willing to trust anyone. I hate her now; she caused rumors to circulate about us, but never stopped them. She enjoyed every second of it. Every second of ruining my life."

Nicky took Micheala's hand, and kissed it. "That's why I love you. You're always there, not running around with other men. I can trust you, and I always will love you."

"Why did you lie to me?"

"I never lied. I just hated her so much, I never wanted to talk about her again. But Micheala, please! I love you so much. If you say no, I swear, I will kill myself. I need you, and I can't live without you or your smile."


Cora ran into the kitchen, and grabbed her purse. "Come on Starr. Let's blow this Popsicle stand."

She took deep breaths, a tear sliding down her soft cheek.

"please. I love you, and I always will. How many times do I need to convince you that I love you? I got you the most expensive ring. I poured my heart and soul out. I need you!"

Cora grabbed her coyote and car keys. "Come on Starr. Let's leave."

She closed her eyes so her eyelashes were all to see. Her eyeshadow was shimmery, but her mascara was running from all the crying.

Nicky brushed it off with his finger, gently. "Please." He whispered

"C....can you give me the day to think about it?"

"I'll give you a lifetime as long as you say yes." Nicky kissed her.

"So, how about you, me, my yacht, and a bottle of champagne? YOu'll only get this offer once a day!" He smiled

She smile nodded. "Yes. Hopefully, the way everything goes today will make my decision."

Nicky smiled. "I'll leave you to freshen up, then, and I'll have my men get my yacht ready!" Nicky grabbed his cell phone and punched in a few numbers

(brb)

ORP: Kay

She nodded. She slipped into a s*xy bikini and threw shorts and a tube top over it.

(xD)

Nicky pocketed his phone after telling people to get his boat started. "I'm ready!"

She slipped on some jewelry and heels, grabbed her purse, fixed her makeup, and got ready. "Im ready."

Nicky took her hand, and led her down to the beach where his million-dollar yacht was. He helped her up, and then jumped up. "The cabin is in there if you get tired or hungry, there is a bar and some chairs and a table over on that deck, and the small pool is over there if you want to soak."

She smiled and nodded. "So is this yacht private?"