Antoinette Lenora RP

❝Well, I was only telling the truth,❞ Violet smiled, biting her bottom lip as she looked at the woman. She lowered her eyes slowly to look at her camera and flip through the photos, she had been right before. The camera loved Antoinette, she was a natural model and she would be a great addition to her portfolio. She tilted her head, smiling. ❝Well, if your pastries are anywhere near as beautiful as you, I would love a sample box.❞

vanillagunshots:

{♥} – ❝Alright!❞ trilled the sniper-slash-baker, sporting a pleasant smile of which resembled feminine gentility, faltering momentarily with each other second that passed - sure notes of distraction visible on her cracking expression. Attempting to smooth them over with a widening smile, she extended a fragile, bridled-trembling hand towards her photographer. Antoinette aimed to lead Violet in to the saccharine aroma of her bakery where she would serve her a plethora of sugary treats - maybe, even throw in a frothy cream soda for her troubles! ❝It’s near Baker Street! I-I-I’ll walk you there!❞

❝ Thank you so much! This will be really good for me, ❞ Violet was a good photographer but having good models always made her job so much more fun. She could add these to her portfolio, drum up more business. She tilted her head with a smile. ❝ Who doesn’t? ❞

vanillagunshots:

{♥} – ❝Thank you for being so kind!❞ the young girl returned with a bright smile, one that appeared to falter when a niggling, little voice at the back of head shot its mouth. She’s lying. She’s not kind. She wants to steal your photos, and use your identity. Run. RUN. Antoinette tried her hardest to push her way through those thoughts. It took her a moment to recuperate. ❝I...what was I saying? Oh - um! I have a bakery. I was wondering if you’d like me to make you a sample box. As sort of like a thank you...for taking such lovely photos.❞

{♥} – Antoinette hummed softly to herself as she iced the fresh, still-hot batch of cupcakes with a thick, delicious buttercream. The bakery had been unusually empty, that morning, discontenting the young, blonde woman. She didn’t like solidarity. She didn’t like being left alone with her thoughts. That was why when the bell on the door gave a much welcomed ding-a-ling, she perked up immediately, grinning brightly towards her customer.

❝Hello! Welcome to Sweet Tooth! Can I get you anything?❞

A hundred analytical flares seemed to fire off in her head. It was like she had a direct feed in to their life, right in front of her. But she tried her best to ignore everything that her clever, little mind came up with, and focused on the customer and their...well, custom.

“Well, your face is beautiful and the camera clearly loves you,” Violet laughed, taking another photo and admired the way the light curved around her cheek bones and the natural pout of her lips. Violet knew it would be a good idea for her to take on free lance jobs. She smiled at the blonde, “I think you’ll really like the end results. In fact I would really like to use some of these for my new ad. Would you mind if I did?”

littlesniperantoinette:

Antoinette giggled in a daffy manner. ❝Thank you, Miss!❞ she curtsied delicately before smoothing out a small crease in her dress. ❝Go ahead, if you really think they’re good enough!❞ the blonde smiled, blushing upon the question, then paused before asking her own. ❝Do you like cakes?❞

“ Is that why they call it the ugly truth then? Fuck me, never would have guessed. ” Her humoring only lasted that flash of a second, before the light in her eyes dimmed. “ You don’t want this mean, ugly lady to get upset. Fuck off. ”

littlesniperantoinette:

With one final grunt of disapproval, Antoinette spun around on her heels, and took a few brisk and heavy steps towards the doorway...no - NO! She wasn’t about to leave this unfinished. Thin fingers delved in to the depth of her pocket, grabbing a handful of glitter. With even quicker and thundering steps, she stomped back over towards the mean, ugly lady, and threw the contents of her fist right in her face. ❝You’ve been glittered, fuck-face! That won’t disappear for weeks!❞ she grinned triumphantly, as though she’d actually done something detrimental to the more mature woman’s well-being. Perhaps, Antoinette should learn to pick her fights more wisely...

@beast-boy10

beast-boy10​:

“I do.” He smiled taking her hands.

littlesniperantoinette:

“ What I don’t like is little girls like you coming onto my turf and disrupting the control I hold, ”    she was merciless, shrugging her shoulders as she kept back from her.

littlesniperantoinette:

❝I’m not that LITTLE; you’re just a mean lady! And you’re ugly!❞ Antoinette lamely popped off, convinced her words were more hurtful than what they truly were.

❝Oooh!❞

Antoinette leaped up & down with frivolity,rhythmically clapping her hands together.

❝Maxie Star is a super cute name!❞

Antoinette was tying daisy stems in loose knots to form a daisy chain.When she finally completed her hard work, she rose to her feet, andhooked it around the stranger’s neck with a proud, gleaming smile.

❝I’m Antoinette! Who are you? I’ve never seen you in my entire life, either.❞