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Lorenz's presence could be considered overpowering in the wrong perspective, but Renee took it with a smile and a mental note to be on her social best around him. Any bad press was sure to come back threefold on her.

"Of course," Renee said with a nod. "It's wonderful to put a name to a face." Okay, so she'd read one article when she was really, really bored. And had internet access. Or a computer, for that matter, but best to keep quiet about such topics.

"Actually, I've recently been accepted by Walk of Fame." Her smile deepened, more sincere and somewhat awed. She had selfconfidence when it suited her, but for such an auspicious agency to hire was still, well, somewhat daunting.

"I'm a fashion designer," she told him proudly just before he got caught up in talking to a gorgeous African woman with short hair. Dear heavens, the girl should be a model! It made her sort of envious, and at teh same time, glad to stay out of the significant spotlight. She wanted to know more about her.

Rennee? Interesting? The man must be a whiz at flattery, though Renee noticed the way he sort of stiffened at Khahlela's retort about Lourdes and her oh-so-beloved Tinkertroll. To be told, even Renee knew enough of Hollywood society to recognize a walking Barbie when she saw it. The woman couldn't have much left on her that was natural.

She tilted her head to the side slightly as Lela defended herself, then turned her attention back to Lorenz. She was no socialite, and keepign up with so many people up front and those watching her would take some getting used to.

"I'm looking around for a good place to start," Renee admitted somewhat sheepishly. "I'm sort of working on the grounds of a project, but it's taking longer than I anticipated. But I guess that's life." She gave a small, nervous laugh. Had she said too much already?

Lorenz Milton
"Indeed," Lorenz agreed. He wasn't quite sure what she meant. Lorenz didn't have much of a 'life', really. His life was mostly following the lives of others. Without his blog...he'd just be another creepy fat gay man who spends too much time on the internet obsessing about people. But he didn't need to think of the hypothetical situations that his life could bring him in, what mattered was that he was a successful and famous gossip blogger. "Hopefully you'll make the right connections tonight then to get a jump start." He smiled and winked at Renee, then looked around to notice Khahlela had run off. Hrmph. How strange.







Joanne Lakes
"Well hello there," Joanne said, not sure who she was speaking with. But the woman seemed to recognize her, even with this ridiculous red scarf around her face. She wasn't quite sure if she should be flattered or not. Did the woman recognize her because of her famous scenes at the red carpet? Or because each time at the red carpet, her face is a disaster and this red scarf was the epitome of disaster. Was it a recognition of fame - or of infamy? "Do I know you from somewhere? I don't recall meeting you."

Lela gave a smile and shook her head quietly. "No, you don't know me, but I've seen you enough to know you." She held out her hand after a moment. "Khahlela Umfula. ...But call me Lela, please," she said quite easily. It was way easier for Lela to talk to a girl rather than some pink haired idiot who pissed her off. She'd ignore Milton no matter what.

With an easy laugh, Lela held up her hands. "I am with Walk of Fame, and I sing. I just finished a performance, actually. A Christmas concert for the orphans in the middle of the city. Opera was there. I think. I didn't see her, but she said she would go." She rambled a little and then shook her head. Her eyes looked to that scarf and sighed. "Mind if I fix it for you?"

With a sigh, and a bite to her lip, Lela pulled back and looked to the side. Yes, she really was ugly and scarred. "...Sorry! I'm so sorry. Ms. Lakes!" Turning back to her, she gathered the scarf up to try to wrap it around her face again, tears in her eyes.

"... ....What.... happened?"

Joanne Lakes
Joanne did everything she possibly could to cover her face, but nothing seemed to work other that just covering her face with her hands. "What do you mean what happened? My face is ruined, thats what happened! Just go, leave me!" Joanne began to cry, realizing just how much of a mess she has become. Painfully embarrassed she ran off, getting lost in the sea of celebrities.







Lorenz Milton
A young latina woman caught Lorenz's eye. She was wearing a beautiful red dress that looked to be rather expensive, but he wasn't entirely familiar with who she is. Lorenz wasn't quite sure, but he thought may recognize her from the last Walk of Fame event where she wore another dress that caught his attention. Intrigued her approached her. "Hello there, Lorenz Milton. How are you?" he asked, giving a rather informal introduction to himself.

Lorenz Milton
Suck up. But Lorenz was fine with that, he loved getting his a** kissed. "Well you look fantastic! You have a very nice taste in fashion. You know, I actually just finished talking with a new fashion designer, her name is Renee Cardot, I think. Check her out," Lorenz gave a half-nod. "So Ana, are you working on anything at the moment? Anything big coming up? Any new fierce trends you plan on introducing. You've got to do something to make a statement in this industry."