Soap anyone?
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Bianca walked slowly out of the small tight alley she was in, into the streets. She had a small bag in which she carried her blue shoes inside of. She could feel the heat rising up out of the concrete with every step she took. She stumbled a bit and walked with a small limp in her step due to her leg hurting. She held a hand against the wall to help her keep standing up and not falling to the sides but the heat made it hard for her to remain standing and walk in a straight line for she felt a bit dizzy in it.
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Audrey gave a small sigh, wondering where the cafe they were supposed to meet at was. She was on the right street; Lavendar Boulevard. She flipped her blonde hair, which was in a waterfall braid. She had a stylist do her hair and makeup, being rich enough to afford one. A few people crowded around her, asking her a plethora of questions. One man had asked if she would marry his son. She simply responded with, "I'd have to meet him first of course!" Her voice was chirpy and smooth. Audrey was excited to meet her uncle again, she barely knew him, and was excited to get to know him. Her green eyes scanned the horizon, looking for the cafe he had said to meet at. She saw an alleyway, and a large restaurant a few yards in front of it. Audrey grew excited, hoping it was the right one.
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Bianca sighed as she stopped and leaned against a Brown brick wall to rest a bit. She stood at an intersection but she never knew the names of the streets because she rarely paid ttention to them. She watched as dozens of people passed by her, some with suitcases, others not. She looked around and thought 'where can I get some nfood? Water? Anything?' she groaned at the thought and continued to walk on her way down the street in search for good or water.
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Audrey casually walked passed the ally, not thinking much of it. She swung her arms as she walked, hardly noticing the girl standing in the ally out of the corner of her eye. She felt pity for the girl, she looked poor. Audrey had pity for all of the lower class, and tried to help them out as much as possible. But she wasn't very sentimental, it was mostly an act. She was trained to be as emotional and caring as she was just because she had to for the good opinion of the public.
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Bianca moved at a slow pace as she kept an eye out for opportunities to get some goods for herself that she needed. She knew not many in the area would really help her out and give her food or water for free and it rarely happened. She never really tried asking for help either because she was a bit shy and felt she would be looked down on or just passed away if she engaged another for help. She grew weaker with each step she took but forced herself to go on, fighting to make it through the day as time passes through the day.
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Audrey was stopped a few yards from the caf by an interviewer with a large camera. She was tall, with long brown hair in a ponytail. She wore glasses with large rims. "Audrey Bristol. May I have a second?" She asked.
"Of course!" Audrey gave a bright smile to the camera.
"Audrey, you are the most eligible bachelorette in all of England. How does it feel?"
"Well, great and terrible at the same time." She frowned a little, but maintained a calm, strong tone. "Great to feel so loved by so many people, and the attention feels wonderful, too. But it's so overwhelming! To think I have to choose one man out of thousands without making a mistake scares me lots, actually." She admitted.
"I understand. Now, you also come from one of the wealthiest, most prominent families in the country. What are you going to do with your fortune once its yours, and yours independently?"
"Well, of course my husband and I will share it, but I'd like to go to college. I'd like to study literature and become a writer. I've always had a passion for writing. Music is something I'd also like to study. But I'd also try to better the English economy and help the poor. To help and further England is only polite and morally correct, after all."
"Audrey Bristol, ladies and gentlemen. She is a truly amazing woman." The interviewer thanked her for her time and waltzed off. Audrey stood in shock for a moment. She thought over what she had said. It was all true. She just understood the stress she was under fully. -
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Sorry, was not paying attention to the stage)
Bianca looked in the far distance ahead of her and saw a crowd of people standing there around someone. "Who is it?" she asked herself as she slowly walked down the street with her limp from true leg. 'this could be an opportunity to get some money or good or water. I'll blend into the crowd" she thought for a bit but decided she would get caught and it would be a bit hard to remain inconspicuous seeing as they all had on fine clean dresses ends suits and her in a wrinkled dress and no shoes on her feet. She just stood at a corner and observed what happened in the crowd. -
That's okay, I get it.)
Audrey then realized she must tend to the people surrounding her. They were middle class, a few interviewers, and a few adoring fans. A few girls shouted out they wanted to be just like her. Audrey chuckled. "Of course I'll take a picture with you!" She said to a young girl, who looked like she was around seven. They took a picture, and the young girl's day was made. "Will you marry my son?" Quite a few men asked. To which she had the same response, "I'd have to meet him first, of course!" Then a few interviewers remained. They asked her questions about her future and plans. She answered them just as she should, as the polite, bubbly Audrey Bristol she was to the cameras. Little did she know her uncle was creeping up behind her, admiring the fame the girl had gained. He gave her a friendly hug, and a few interviewers greeted him, as well. He was a long time bachelor, his wife died a few years ago. They asked them both a few questions, then quickly left. Then only Audrey and her uncle remained. -
Bianca decided to approach the crowd at a slow pace. Her head felt light and her soul weak" uggh" she groaned from exhaustion as she stared at the people. She got close to the group and looked to the midle the center of it and saw a young woman signing things and whatnot.she was not planning on Doing anything but as the group grew smaller her urge to steal some money or anything grew. She was weak, desperate, she needed a way to obtain resources such as food and wster. She knew what she was about to do was wrong but it was not her first time doing it to help herself. She was an excellent theif to some but not the best when she was weak and delirious. She was wanting to take the chance to help herself.
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