New York Fashion Week [Inactive]


Location|| New York, New York|| Time|| 8:30|| 45 degrees Fahrenheit


Jake Wood|| Mood ; Sleepy|| Outfit||


The time has come, where everybody was talking about the most popular event in New York. New York fashion week. Streets were filled more with fashionable people and Mercedes Benz emblems. The winter was setting in but the fashion was coming out like never before. Jake stood at the entrance of the large hotel watching the bell hop load the luggage on the cart. "Careful with that " he warned flicking some ash from his smoke. In one day the first fashion would start opening fashion week. He was still sleepy from his early flight from L. A.


Once all loaded up, Jake loaded the hotel elevator going up to the 11th floor. The open floor plan with white walls and modern furniture. The doors were number with iron cursive numbers, leading out to the kitchen and living area. Finally this Canadian boy made it big.


"Finally here."

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Kendall stepped out of the New York taxi cab, she was beaming with confidence and excitement. Flashing the driver a pearly white smile she handed him the fee for the trip to the lavished hotel she would be staying in for the best week of her life. New York Fashion Week. Things were so different from California; for starters, the weather. Kendall didn't know the definition of cold until she stepped out of that taxi. Gripping the corners of her jacket she pulled the sides in closer to her. She stood on the sidewalk in awe of her surroundings, the hustle and bustle of the streets was a far cry from the laid back beaches and board walks of San Diego. Following the bell hop into the hotel she flashed him one of her infamous pearly white, coy smiles. "Thanks, but I've got it from here." Grabbing hold of luggage cart she made her way to the elevator, punching the button for floor 11. When the large brassy elevator doors opened it all hit her. She had made it.
 
Jake was still in the same spot absorbing the luxry and the thrill of being here. Only thing that shook him from fantasy land was the elevavator. A lady stepped out and he gave a large smile. "Hello." he said happily about the whole situation. "Are you a makeup artist?" he asked looking at her large luggage.
 
Remy stepped out of the taxi and admired the New York winter. "This is a lot warmer than Russia" she thought to herself.


Remy wore ripped high waisted jeans, a black t-shirt loosely tucked into her pants, a red flannel, and a military studded jacket on top. She walked into the luxurious hotel taking in this new found luxury experience that was very new to her.
 
Kendall stood in the elevator trying to wrap her mind around the fact that she was here. But her moment of intake was cut off by the elevators starting to close on her. Jolting her arm forward she stopped the doors and slipped out of the elevator as if nothing happened. "Hope no one saw that." She thought to herself. Just as she was about to go claim a room her attention was grabbed by the voice of boy who seemed to be just as stunned as she was. "Please, I'm a hairdresser." Grinning at the boy she reached out a hand. "Hi, I'm Kendall. What are you here for?"
 
"Wait!" Remy yelled running as fast as she could in her platform creepers ((they are a type of shoe)) towards the closing elevator.
 
Jake shook her hand "I'm a makeup artist" he said enthusiastically. Still soaking it in "Can you belive it? We're here!" jake let go of her hand took his scarf." I'm taking room one" he announced rolling his luggage in the room. It was large with a vanity big as a dining table, perfect for laying his stuff out. Started laying out foundations and brushes.
 
Remy arrived at her hotel room and immediately collapsed on the fluffy bed exhausted due to the time difference between Moscow and New York City. Remy got startled when her phone started buzzing from her back pocket. She sighed, pulling out the phone from her pocket, and checked to see who it was. It was her boyfriend, Andrew Garfield and the text said "Hi babe. I am so glad you are in the United States finally! Im going down to NYC from California so I can see you! xx". Remy sighed and sent him a quick response then threw the phone on the bed.
 
With baby blue large suitcases in either hand, Grace hurried out of the train attempting to cut around the swarms of new yorkers trying to get outside. Grand Central Station. She smelled the air, which reeked of diesel. It wasn't her first time in the city, but since she was somewhat of a country girl it would take some time to get used to.


"E-excuse me!" A desperate whistle followed Grace's call for a taxi, who finally pulled to a stop. Grace hurried over to it, stepping down inside. "The Four Seasons, please." She told the driver, who was a chubby Italian man who smelled of leather, spaghetti, and cigarette smoke. The scent made Grace grimace to herself, since she was so used to the fresh open air. This was far less glamorous than she had pictured it.


When after what seemed like forever she made it to the lobby, Grace thanked the woman with a tight bun that looked as if it were about to rip her face off who had given her her room key, and walked over to the elevator. Soon enough she was on the 51st floor, she rushed out of the elevator and down the hall to her room. Quickly, as if with experience from practice, Grace scanned her card over the scanner and slipped inside. It was a big step up from what she had experienced when she first got off.


Lobby:


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Reyna smiled as New York's skyscrapers passed the cab and she could finally realize that she was in Americas largest city and visiting the Fashion week. Her breakthrough seemed to be within one's reach and she remembered her classmates words. "When you're at the New York Fashion week, you may say that you made it!" Reyna was giddy with excitement as her eyes met the hotel where she had engaged a room for her stay. "Wow." She heard a sweet bark coming from her left side and smiled at her 9 month old puppy. "Oh Mikey, isn't is amazing?" The small dog scutteled over to her and made itself comfortable on her lab. "Well, it is. It's like I'm on my way to a podest. Oh gosh," she started to muttered as the cab finally stopped. A young Brazilian turned around and propped his sunglasses up. "Welcome in New York my lady!"

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