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Bailey Moore

"How is it that in one moment things can go so wrong..."

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a character in “The Moore Sisters”, as played by EvoL

Description

Full Name:
Bailey Moore

Nickname:
Bai, BaiBai, or Ley (Pronounced like Lee)

Age:
23 years old

Relationship Status:
Single

Career:
Model

Talents:
-Posing for Long Hours-
-Drawing Cartoons-
-Decorating-
-Running-

Fears:
-Heights-
-Being Alone-
-Being Rejected-
-Chihuahuas-

Personality:
Bailey is a very sweet and kind person though very quiet most of the time. She’s very friendly and is always willing to help others when they need a hand or shoulder to cry on. When her friends are down she tries her best to cheer them up or simply comfort them. Bailey believes in trust and loyalty so those are two characteristic you’ll most definitely find in her. She also believes in honesty, so if you want to hear the absolute truth about something: Bailey’s the one to ask or to talk about it to. Around her friends and family she always carries a smile, even when she’s not really feeling all that happy. She doesn’t like to burden others with her problems so she sucks it up in front of them until she can be by herself.

Really, Bailey is a lot more insecure than most people would actually believe, despite the fact that she’s a model. By insecure it doesn’t necessarily mean about her body but more with herself and how she is. She worries about certain people being disappointed in her, about others getting angry at her, not liking her or simply hating her. There’s other things she worries about but the list would be too long. A surprising thing to know about Bailey would be the temper she carries. Almost no one has ever seen her angry but the few people who were unfortunate enough to actually test her limits know how much of an explosion she can cause. Of course after she settles down she feels terrible for what’s she’s either said or done. Still, Bailey, with her ups and downs, can still be a great person to be around with.

Appearance:
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Also:
Bailey has only one tattoo on the back of her neck that only her manager and makeup artist know about. It’s the words “Keep Smiling” in cursive script. Other than that she has no piercings or any other tattoos.

So begins...

Bailey Moore's Story

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Alisia: "Clack, Clack, Clack" that was all that could be heard in my room. The keys were moving at lightning speed. Not that it mattered, I would write a few paragraphs and then delete them, rinse and repeat. I had my headphones on, blaring some soft rock hoping to set the mood for a good writing day.

No such luck.

I had some writer's block and I had it bad. Nothing seemed to be flowing, and with the deadlines quickly approaching, It was too much stress to bare. Frustrated, I threw my headphones on the desk, and quickly changed into something a little sexier. Hopefully a night on the town would help smooth some things over.

Jason: The music was loud, but as always it seemed the people were louder. I was doing my best to keep everyone happy, but with the amount of booze in everyone's system it was going to be impossible. Thankfully, that is what bouncers were for.

About that time, a regular walked in the door, her red hair almost seemed to be a blaze. She was beautiful as always. She walked up to the bar and smiled. They were contagious. I found myself smiling as well.

"Don't you have a book to write or something?" I yelled over the music.

"Shut up and pout me a beer!" her tone was kidding. I rolled my eyes and handed her the usual. She took a large drink from her bud-light with lime.

"That's the stuff." She smiled.

"How's your sister?" I asked.

"Which one?" She gave me a ridiculous look which let me know I was asking a stupid question. I gave her a look that let her know she should know which one I was taking about. She laughed.

"Bailey is fine."

Alisia:

Silly bartender, he should just buck up the courage and talk to the girl. I refused to think about anything else but my beer. I just knew that not having sent in anything my publisher would be calling to check up any time now. Until then I was going to drink as many of these beers as I could.

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Bailey: The photo shoot ran late again. Bailey didn’t mind it too much since these things happen once in a while but she found her patience running thin as this had been the sixth time in a row a shoot had been held up. By the end of it all her feet felt sore from wearing high heels and she had a raging headache. Slipping on her regular clothes, a simple white dress shirt and dark jeans with a pair of comfortable and snug ankle boots, she headed out to her car ready to drive home. Or at least, that was the plan. On the last minute she turned and headed straight for her favorite club. Bailey needed a drink, badly. Just one would do. She didn’t like getting drunk; it made for horrible mornings and uncomfortable confusion. The few times she had willingly and purposely gotten drunk were emotional moments for her. Still, a good cold beer always seemed to dispel the stress of a rather long day for her so she kept going there.

Finally, she parked and made her way to the entrance. There wasn’t much of a line so it didn’t take long to get in. Bailey glanced around at the people who were dancing and tried to remember the last time she’d been out dancing. She’d come here more often these past few months but she’d never really come for the music or dancing. Maybe on her next time off she’d come just for fun. Heading for the bar she hopped on an empty stool. Bailey took a moment to rub the back of her neck then finally turned toward the bartender. She smiled slightly, tiredly but still smiled nonetheless, as she recognized the man. “Hi Jason, how are you tonight?”


Ashton: A nervous puff of air passed his lips as he fidgeted in the elevator up towards Nat’s place. Well, technically he was already in Nat’s place but he wasn’t really… there yet. Okay, that was the nerves talking, explaining, whatever. But then again, nerve’s don’t talk or explain for that matter. Unless it’s metaphorically speaking. Then that’s fine. Sort of. Maybe. Who knows. The ding of the elevator brought him out of his thoughts and he took a deep breath before stepping out into the hallway. Ashton shook himself for a moment to get rid of any leftover jitters before proceeding.

“Honey I’m home!” he called out with a chuckle. He spotted Nat on her bed and instantly smiled at the sight of her, his nerves vanishing in the air. Nerves? What nerves? No nerves here. Leaning down he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek before sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Hey beautiful, I missed you.” He said with a smile. Yes, he missed her. He’d had some classes with her at school only hours ago but that didn’t take the fact away that he did, in fact, miss her. School was school. You study, you hang and you learn. Outside school was the time he could be around his girlfriend without some teacher reprimanding him about stealing a kiss or holding her hand or just plain showing her some affection. No guy friends joking about how whipped he was. He didn’t mind all that really. He just liked having private moments with her. That wasn’t so bad was it? “How was practice?” he asked.

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Claire Scotts


"OK, Meg. Thank you so much! I'll see you in 30 minutes, ok? Right, gottcha. Bye."

As soon as the call was ended, Claire immediately ran up Meg's sister, Bailey. She needed more people to say how amazing she was at cooking for this job, the more "customers" that like her, the better. While dialling Bailey, the doors of the restaurant began to open-so she had to make this call quick.

"Hi, Bailey-It's Claire. I'm asking for an emergency - a favor, please?"

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Jason:

As she walked in, it felt like she stole all the air from his lungs. It became hard to breath and the whole room seemed to disappear but her. She as painfully beautiful, although it would seem she wouldn't know it. She walked up to him brown hair like silk, her eyes were tired but still glorious all the same. It was no wonder the girl was a model. She took a seat in front of him. At first it seemed she didn't notice him, she took her time sighing and unwinding from what looked like a tiring day. Finally those glorious eyes were looking right at him and flashing him one of those smiles he was crazy for.

"Hi Jason, how are you tonight?" She asked. He smiled back, immediately making her usual drink.

"Better now that my favorite customer is here," he joked. He sat the drink in front of her. "Rough day at work?"

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Claire Scotts


Bailey had sounded quite cheerful where ever she was, but Claire hadn't cared-she had major issues to deal with. After Claire had spoken, Bailey had then asked Claire about her priority. "Hello Claire. Emergency huh? What type of emergency slash favor are we talking about?"

Claire took a deep breath, she was going to have to need it after the story she was giving about a thousand times. But she nodded to herself, rushing through her speech and trying to be ready for the first customer who was walking through the door with a grin on her face showing her pearly-white teeth. "Ok, Bailey. You know how I love cooking and it's like...you liking modelling. And I bring over to your house those cakes that I bake and decorate, by myself. And I know we haven't spoken for quite a while now but, seeing as we're friends, I need to ask a favor-a huge one...Here is goes. I need you to tell my boss that I'm a wonderful cook and love to dedicate my time to the kitchen and you could just have to tell a teensey weensey lie, maybe say that your giving a reference and then I get my actual job!
"But I'm stuck being a darn waitresss for the time being...so please be quick and get your tiny model's butt over here right away...Oh and Meg's coming, too."

Claire smiled at her sisterly-love she shared with her friend. She basically treated Bailey as if they were sisters.

"Anyways, Bai. Gotta go, I'm busy...waitressing." She hung up on Bailey and placed her phone inside the pocket of her dress. She sighed deeply and then put on her best fake smile at the middle-aged woman she'd seen with the white teeth and directed her to her seat with a man attached to her arm. She served them and went ahead with her job-hoping the sisters wouldn't let her down, they'd never in the past. So why would they start now?

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Ashton: He grinned happily at knowing he wasn’t the only one who missed the other. Leaning his forehead against hers he murmured. “I’m sure you’ll do a great job in training them. Those that really want to be there will give it their best. As for those that are just there for the rep… well, they’ll see soon enough that cheerleading isn’t all just pom-poms and smiles.” He smiled into her eyes before closing the distance between their lips. Giving her a gentle kiss he leaned back and whispered, “Have I ever told you how amazing you are?” He gave her a few quick pecks on her cheeks, forehead, nose and chin before finally giving her a passionate and warm kiss on the lips. “You, Natalie Ava Moore, are amazing and I’m the luckiest guy in the universe to have you by my side.” He murmured against her lips. His hand came up to lightly caress her cheek and he leaned back with a content look. He meant every word of that. Before Nat had come into Ashton’s life he’d been what the guys like to recall as an A class asshole. Heck, even his father had a rather hard time dealing with him. But Natalie just seemed to make everything right in his rather guarded self. She put everything in perspective. It wasn’t a question of “is he?” it’s a fact that Ashton Faux was beyond whipped by this girl.

Bailey: She listened intently to her friends words and took everything to mind. Already she planned on dialing up a few modeling friends to boost Claire’s chances in getting her job. While Bailey wasn’t really all that famous, she had done a few spread that got her name around. As for her friends, a few of them were up there with the big names so they’d be recognized quite immediately. It couldn’t hurt to have a few influential people come help could it? Bailey smiled somewhat, Naw, it’s for a good cause anyway. Helping a best friend get closer to her dream of being in the kitchen was the greatest of causes. “Alritghty Claire-Bear, I’ll be there in…” she paused to look at the time on her phone before making a quick calculation, “fifteen to twenty minutes. Gonna pick up a few of the girls to help. Hope that’s okay.” She smiled at the mention of Meg. “Okay then. See you in a bit.”

Claire hung up and Bailey quickly made a few calls to her modeling partners. They were all conveniently out shopping in a nearby store. With the promise that they’d all be there in a few minutes Bailey hanged up and took a big gulp of her drink nearly finishing it all. She looked at the glass and sighed before muttering out loud, “Should remember to drink slowly…” Bailey couldn’t handle her alcohol at all. She could stand up to two drinks if she drank them slowly but that was about it. One and a half if she guzzled them down. Already she felt a light buzz in her stomach. Shaking her head she turned back to Jason and smiled apologetically again. “Sorry, best friend emergency.” She rummaged through her purse for her wallet. “She’s great at cooking but stuck waitressing. Even I’m guilty of falling prey to her desserts. My agent just uses that to his advantage to make me exercise even more than I should. I don’t mind it though; Claire’s food is just that worth it.” Bailey finally pulled out her wallet and handed Jason the cost of her drink. “You know, maybe next time she bakes something I’ll bring you a sample. Would that be okay with you or are you not allowed to eat during work?” she asked as she tried arranging her hair more professionally with her fingers.

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Claire Scotts


Claire giggled. She was happy that her friend was actually going to help her. She sometimes felt as though, Bailey was too busy with her modelling career that she never wanted to have Claire by her side. But Claire knew that the two were tight and Bailey would never abandon her, the way Claire would always be there for Bailey if she was in trouble.
Her head went toward a high school memory. Bailey and Claire were in the same grade in year eight, Bailey had got in trouble by the teacher for talking in an exam. But Claire backed her up, and took the blame. She never should've taken the blame but it was for a friend and sometimes you have to do that-for friendship. And the action paid off, otherwise they would've never have been friends still.

Claire had served a few people but she hadn't shown her potential tonight. She was all over the place. Her skills hadn't paid off tonight. She wanted to keep the job-but swap the roles.
Another couple had asked for a glass of water. She smiled and nodded, "Yes, ma'am." She walked over to get a jug and fill it up with ice cold water. She began to taske it over to the lady but tripped on her high heels. The jug went flying out of her hands and landed on the ground. With a splash and smash, the water soaked into the carpet and glass had smashed everywhere.

Claire tried not to look too embarassed. She tried not to look at her boss. He stared at the stat on the floor. "Claire!" he whispered, but he hadn't at all been nice. His voice was like a snake chewing into its prey, he hissed. She nodded quickly. Her hands remained at her sides, glued to her sides and walked away, a puppy in trouble, tail between her legs.

She marched toward him. "Yes, sir?" He squinted his eyes and stared at her. This was at least her third accident today. His voice was slow and harsh, and he spoke through gritted teeth. "One..more..move..buddy..and..you're......fired."

She nodded guiltily. She knew this was her last shot at this job. She had walked toward the lady who ordered the water. "Sorry about the...delay. I will go get you another one." She walked away without even noticing the lady's reaction toward the event-she simply stared at the floor.

When she had given the water, she cleaned another table that an old man had left behind untidy. He had left bits of food all over the place. She hated cleaning after people-it was so unhygienic. But it was part of her job-if she wanted to keep it. She grabbed a cloth and wiped in swirly motions to grab every crumb from that chicken schnitzel he ordered. But not seeing the pepper and salt shakers, she knocked them flying. They smashed on the table and all over two of the chairs, mixing themselves together. "Uggh!" Claire made a noise.

She wasn't usually that clumsy but today, she was. She gave a quicke glance at her manager and saw him give the direction with his index finger signalling for her to come toward him. She swallowed hard and dropped the cloth to follow his command.

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Claire Scotts


Murmuring began. Claire had known that they would be talking a restaurant, obviously. But tonight it was kind of a gossiping chatter. Claire had turned away from her manager, who had been giving "a chat," to look in the direction of the doors. Both of the two red glossed doors flew open, three beautiful, all stunning women entered the building. "Joanna and Helen," Claire murmured, a slight smirk flashed across her face. Claire had met the two twins only a few times in the past. And barely spoken to them but with Bailey's career, she won't stop talking about the two. As if they were her idols.

But whatever, Bailey was cool, awesome and utterly amazing right now. For this was the best plan that they'd come up with. Her managers mouth gasped, and had shown those rotten yellow teeth of his and the worn old tongue. He was about fifty-something but his mouth, if shown in a magazine of some sort would state, "This is what your mouth's going to look like when you grow older." Claire immediately turned away from the horrid sight.

"Is...Is...that...Helen and Joanna? Those models!" He was practically jumping up and down right now, I knew if he hadn't given me the job, he'd at least get their autograph. "Um...Yeah. I think it is." Claire played along, in a dream-like voice. Her tone sounded like an angel. This was really going to pull off.

"May I serve them?" Claire asked, by now he was in a hysterical moment probably - not thinking at all - and had told her to give them the best meal of the day and give a discount. Claire nodded. She strutted over toward the three, Bailey was in the center of the twins. Claire mumbled a few words, "Thanks for this, greatly appreciated." And directed them toward a table. "Take a seat. What would you like to order?" But before anyone answered, Claire's manager was standing right behind Claire and tossed her aside.
"Hello ladies, you are...my inspiration for this restaurant. And no other celebrity has been here. But to have the two...three of you here is amazing. We need a photo. Jackk, come over here!" A short plump waitor, Claire's friend walked over. "Yes, sir?" The Manager smiled and said, "Get a camera."

Jackk walked over toward the counter and found a camera. "Here, sir." The manager had taken the camera. "Now, now. Don't be afraid shuffle in." He took a seat next to one of the twins and moved closer toward her. The trouble with the twin-thing was, Claire couldn't tell which was which. "You, girl. Take a photo." He tossed the camera at Claire's hands and grinned. Claire's eyebrows rised. "Go on. They don't have all day, they're celebrities. What are you thinking you stupid girl?!" Claire nodded. She hopped they were okay with this.

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Bailey: She tried not to laugh at the sight of her friends manager practically drooling on the twins laps. The man was horid, really but he was the ticket towards Claires free pass at the kitchen. The twins did an excellent job of hiding their disgust and acted like the polite, prim and proper girls that they were going for. Bailey had to admire them in that moment. If they ever had problems in the modeling business they'd make more than enough in the acting biz. They allowed the man to take a picture with them before they looked at each other. Alright, here they go. Helen's and Joanna's expressions mirrored with the same mischiviousness and motivation. Both of them latched onto the managers arms and looked up at him through half lidded eyes and angelic features. This time Bailey had cough to cover up her laughter. "We were wondering if a Claire Scotts works here," Helen said, her voice honey sweet and thick. "A friend of ours told us we could find her here." Joanna piped up in just the same tone. Bailey sat back and watched the twins at work. "You see, she's a friend of Claire Scotts and she'd brough us lunch on one of our many all nighter photo shoots." Helen went on. "We just absolutely adored her food, Claire's we mean. Well, she told us that Claire works here at this restaurant so we came right over as soon as we had the adress." Joanna said. The twins looked at each other and smiled before pouting simultaniously. "So, is she here?" they both asked him, blinking their sparkling hazel eyes up at him and giving him their most irresistable look. It was a look Bailey knew well, it meant if they didnt get what they wanted someone or just about everyone would pay hell for it.

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Claire Scotts


Claire had noticed all the hard effort the models were putting in and had really appreciated it. She stood as a bystander while the girls used tricks on her manager. After the photo was taken, the girls began speaking to the manager.

"We were wondering if a Claire Scotts works here," one said. "A friend of ours told us we could find her here." The other said. Claire moved closer to Bailey, who also stood a step or two away. "They're really well. I'm impressed." But the girls kept talking and Claire kept watching, and couldn't help but smirk a little at the references that were made when her name was said.

"You see, she's a friend of Claire Scotts and she'd brough us lunch on one of our many all nighter photo shoots." The first twin said. "We just absolutely adored her food, Claire's we mean. Well, she told us that Claire works here at this restaurant so we came right over as soon as we had the adress." The other continued, and both ended at the same time, with the same line, as if this was planned. "So, is she here?" They looked so desirable and wanted.

The manager was speechless. "Claire Scotts? Really?" He giggled but realised they were speaking the truth and stopped. "Oh, ahh...Claire." Yes, it was working!

He looked at the beautiful girls, amazed at their looks and fell for their charm. "Ladies, come this way. I will not fail you. Here is what you wish, she is a wonderful girl. A keen worker, too." Clearly, he was telling lies to impress them. After all, if he let them down, the celebrities win over normal people so he'd probably be going to court for the wrong move, if made. He led the girls to Claire and Bailey. Claire starred, and acted as if she was not quite sure of the actions before they walked over.

Claire stood awkwardly near them, trying not to look. Unaware of what to do, or what to expect. "A good cook, you say, eh? I don't think so. Excellent waitress, of course! Take her, my darlings, she is of no use to me now, I'm sure you need a maide in the mansion you live in," he said. Claire was not expecting this, the plan had gone wrong. It had gone the wrong way! What were they going to do now? She shot a look at Bailey immediately.

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