Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2014 14:08:47 GMT -5
NOELLA A. BROOKS
28 years old - Broadway star - celebrity - dianna agron
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"femme fatale"
you can't say why, but the words seem to haunt you. the way your father said them made it clear that this wasn't exactly a compliment. but you took it as one, a cold smile dancing on your lips, returned his hard gaze with ease. he had told you that he knew what you'd done, that he knew the lengths that you took to ensure that you, noella kendrick, would get the lead , a role you deserved. so maybe someone had to die for you to get the lead, so what?! they had realized your full potential and had gotten you your own understudy. it was perfect, the hit man had done a fine job of making sure it looked like a suicide. the police had ruled it an unfortunate accident, saying that the stress of fame had just been too much for poor little katrina. ever since then, you'd been trying to shrug off your fathers side comment. you'd done it right, exactly like he wanted you to. so why was he so angry about it?
besides, she'd only had one person killed. hadn't he killed at least ten in the past two years? also she'd never actually killed anyone, not like he had. she would lie about it for the next twenty two years of her life, but she remember watching him put a bullet through her head. you remember the cold look on his face as she pleaded for her life on the floor. that was the day you learned that you could trust anyone and the best kind of facial expression was the kind that said nothing. it was from this acting that you learned you were good at acting. by middle school, you'd perfected your craft. in high school, you ruled the drama department and you did so without the help of your father's money. even then, you knew better than to take drugs. your best chance for making it onto broadway was to make it into a performing arts college. you stayed clean and you always, always picked up your messes. no, not the clothes strewn around kind of mess but the 'i slept with the head cheerleader's boyfriend' kind of mess.
you'd successfully been easily attainable and yet completely out of reach for your high school career. sure, you'd slept with more guys than you had fingers, but you had been homecoming queen and the winter queen and the prom queen every year, despite every other girls attempt to dethrone you. but your real success came when you were accepted into NYADA. you knew that very few of your other classmates would be going anywhere. you had been victorious in your attempts, you'd gotten just another thing you wanted.you graduated in the top ten percent of your class. you immediately got the lead in the broadway show 'peter pan.' it lasted for a couple years before it stopped making money. by then, you'd had your eyes set on your next role, cosette in les miz. you'd been working on your audition for months. by the time auditions came, you rocked it. and you knew it. which was why you were extremely surprised when you received the role of cosette's understudy instead of the lead. really any normal person would have been proud to have received understudy at her age. but you aren't normal, you are exceptional.
upon finding out, you are furious. furious enough that you do something your father was well known for. you hire a hitman, your dad's hitman. he's a professional and you know it. you trust him to take care of katrina. and he does. and because its too late to find another actress to take her spot, you are the new cosette. you are proud of yourself. this is exactly what your dad raised you to become. you are determined, willing to kill to get what you want. if your father was in new york, he would have gazed upon his only daughter with pride. having been raised by someone who killed whenever things didn't go his way, you picked up a few things. you know how to pick up after yourself. you have learned only to sleep around with tourists, so that whatever relationship you had began and ended the night you were together. no messy ends, just clean cut endings. you've been graced with charm and beauty and grace as well. you have confidence. you know exactly who you are. you are wonderful, amazing. you are like a venus fly trap, alluring, beautiful, but deadly, cold and determined to get what you want. but you are also a scared little girl, one who watched your mother die. you are sensitive, but you always do a good job at hiding what's wrong. you don't trust many, and you care for even fewer. earning your heart is a challenge on its own. yes. you are noella anastasija brooks.
you can't say why, but the words seem to haunt you. the way your father said them made it clear that this wasn't exactly a compliment. but you took it as one, a cold smile dancing on your lips, returned his hard gaze with ease. he had told you that he knew what you'd done, that he knew the lengths that you took to ensure that you, noella kendrick, would get the lead , a role you deserved. so maybe someone had to die for you to get the lead, so what?! they had realized your full potential and had gotten you your own understudy. it was perfect, the hit man had done a fine job of making sure it looked like a suicide. the police had ruled it an unfortunate accident, saying that the stress of fame had just been too much for poor little katrina. ever since then, you'd been trying to shrug off your fathers side comment. you'd done it right, exactly like he wanted you to. so why was he so angry about it?
besides, she'd only had one person killed. hadn't he killed at least ten in the past two years? also she'd never actually killed anyone, not like he had. she would lie about it for the next twenty two years of her life, but she remember watching him put a bullet through her head. you remember the cold look on his face as she pleaded for her life on the floor. that was the day you learned that you could trust anyone and the best kind of facial expression was the kind that said nothing. it was from this acting that you learned you were good at acting. by middle school, you'd perfected your craft. in high school, you ruled the drama department and you did so without the help of your father's money. even then, you knew better than to take drugs. your best chance for making it onto broadway was to make it into a performing arts college. you stayed clean and you always, always picked up your messes. no, not the clothes strewn around kind of mess but the 'i slept with the head cheerleader's boyfriend' kind of mess.
you'd successfully been easily attainable and yet completely out of reach for your high school career. sure, you'd slept with more guys than you had fingers, but you had been homecoming queen and the winter queen and the prom queen every year, despite every other girls attempt to dethrone you. but your real success came when you were accepted into NYADA. you knew that very few of your other classmates would be going anywhere. you had been victorious in your attempts, you'd gotten just another thing you wanted.you graduated in the top ten percent of your class. you immediately got the lead in the broadway show 'peter pan.' it lasted for a couple years before it stopped making money. by then, you'd had your eyes set on your next role, cosette in les miz. you'd been working on your audition for months. by the time auditions came, you rocked it. and you knew it. which was why you were extremely surprised when you received the role of cosette's understudy instead of the lead. really any normal person would have been proud to have received understudy at her age. but you aren't normal, you are exceptional.
upon finding out, you are furious. furious enough that you do something your father was well known for. you hire a hitman, your dad's hitman. he's a professional and you know it. you trust him to take care of katrina. and he does. and because its too late to find another actress to take her spot, you are the new cosette. you are proud of yourself. this is exactly what your dad raised you to become. you are determined, willing to kill to get what you want. if your father was in new york, he would have gazed upon his only daughter with pride. having been raised by someone who killed whenever things didn't go his way, you picked up a few things. you know how to pick up after yourself. you have learned only to sleep around with tourists, so that whatever relationship you had began and ended the night you were together. no messy ends, just clean cut endings. you've been graced with charm and beauty and grace as well. you have confidence. you know exactly who you are. you are wonderful, amazing. you are like a venus fly trap, alluring, beautiful, but deadly, cold and determined to get what you want. but you are also a scared little girl, one who watched your mother die. you are sensitive, but you always do a good job at hiding what's wrong. you don't trust many, and you care for even fewer. earning your heart is a challenge on its own. yes. you are noella anastasija brooks.
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