Post by Elle on Mar 29, 2008 22:40:13 GMT
Maine was pretty much as far away from California as you could get without leaving the country. It hadn't seemed like a long flight to Élodie Ash though, mostly because she had slept from take off to touch down; even the fact that it had been early evening when she had left had not stopped her from nodding off, she had spent the entire day down at the site, filming pieces to camera and segments with the couple who were building the Victorian masterpiece out in the leafy boonies. It had been undeniably fun but exhausting at the same time and she was more than ready to go home and take a bath, maybe have a glass of red wine and watch a movie, or even read a book, just something quiet so she could unwind and enjoy the short stretch of time she had off work. No filming for the next few weeks, just writing and the building site downtown. Just seemed an odd word but Élodie couldn't help herself when it came to working, she liked to have more than one iron in the fire so to speak.
Walking through the baggage reclaim of LAX she stifled a yawn and rubbed her eyes and stretched, the air conditioning on planes always made her eyes feel tired and dry and after a moment she stopped to root around in her handbag, digging out some eye drops. There was no movement on the belt in front of her, the luggage presumably still being unloaded from the flight and while she told herself to be patient, the only thing architect wanted to do was get out of the airport. Briefly she muttered a curse under her breath as she rifled around her bag for her eye drops, they were in there somewhere she just couldn't find them. Suddenly as if out of nowhere, the blonde felt a collision with her arm, she stumbled and dropped her bag, spilling the contents onto the polished floor beneath her Jimmy Choos.
The woman who had collided with her cried out before ducking into a crouch; "Crap, sorry!"
"It's alright, it was my fault," Élodie shook her head and crouched down as well to pick up the PDA and lipstick that had spilled out of her handbag, "I wasn't looking where I was going."
Handing Élodie a compact the woman laughed, "You're not the only one then," she said before blinking and opening her mouth a little more, "Oh my God, you're Élodie Ash, aren't you?"
Elle smiled and nodded, a smooth exterior masking her frazzled nerves beneath it. After the day of filming and the flight she was just not in the mood to play the part of the unflappable, ever ready C-Lister. As much as she was humbled by the fact that she actually had what people would call a 'fan-base' she really hated being recognised sometimes because there was a certain level of politeness she had to achieve, a certain amount of charm she had to produce. Still, this was her job, she had chosen and worked herself damn hard for this sort of recognition in her field and while the papers might slate her as a pretty face used to sell the TV show, she didn't care, she had integrity whether the entertainment segment of the news thought so or not, amongst her peers in the architectural community she was respected and that was enough for her.
"I love your show," the woman gushed, "oh my god, this is insane. What are you doing here? Are you filming?"
"No, no, not right now, I just got back from filming in Maine actually." Élodie said straightening up with her eye drops firmly in hand; at least she had managed to find them after they'd tumbled out of her bag along with various other things from its innards.
"Oh right, wow. Something for the next series?"
Élodie smiled again, hiding her impatience and desire to tell this woman that she was officially 'off the clock' beneath a well practiced veneer of graciousness, "The fourth show I think, we're not sure how it'll play out yet, but it should be an interesting one." Behind her the luggage belt clunked and whirred to life and Élodie looked over her shoulder as the first few bags started streaming out, luckily hers was about the sixth to emerge from behind the rubber curtain flaps and with a charismatic smile she turned back to the brunette, "Sorry, that's my bag. It was nice to meet you..."
"Amanda, Amanda Falkirk." After a brief pause, shaking Élodie's hand she started and began digging around in her bag, "Could you... sorry, could you sign my notebook? My Mom isn't going to believe this."
Again Élodie managed a warm, amiable smile and nodded, reaching to take the pen that was offered to her by the woman and used it to signed her name in cursive flamboyance on the page, with a 'To Amanda' at the start and everything. They exchanged pleasant goodbyes and Élodie walked over to the luggage belt to pick up her suitcase, thankfully she had seen fit to buy one with wheels - easily her favourite invention - so she didn't have to lift it far and soon enough she was trundling through the airport with the bag rolling behind her and the clack-clack-clack of her heels on the stone floors. Just the drive home to content with and then she could kick back and enjoy some quiet time.
Continued in Parking Structure
Walking through the baggage reclaim of LAX she stifled a yawn and rubbed her eyes and stretched, the air conditioning on planes always made her eyes feel tired and dry and after a moment she stopped to root around in her handbag, digging out some eye drops. There was no movement on the belt in front of her, the luggage presumably still being unloaded from the flight and while she told herself to be patient, the only thing architect wanted to do was get out of the airport. Briefly she muttered a curse under her breath as she rifled around her bag for her eye drops, they were in there somewhere she just couldn't find them. Suddenly as if out of nowhere, the blonde felt a collision with her arm, she stumbled and dropped her bag, spilling the contents onto the polished floor beneath her Jimmy Choos.
The woman who had collided with her cried out before ducking into a crouch; "Crap, sorry!"
"It's alright, it was my fault," Élodie shook her head and crouched down as well to pick up the PDA and lipstick that had spilled out of her handbag, "I wasn't looking where I was going."
Handing Élodie a compact the woman laughed, "You're not the only one then," she said before blinking and opening her mouth a little more, "Oh my God, you're Élodie Ash, aren't you?"
Elle smiled and nodded, a smooth exterior masking her frazzled nerves beneath it. After the day of filming and the flight she was just not in the mood to play the part of the unflappable, ever ready C-Lister. As much as she was humbled by the fact that she actually had what people would call a 'fan-base' she really hated being recognised sometimes because there was a certain level of politeness she had to achieve, a certain amount of charm she had to produce. Still, this was her job, she had chosen and worked herself damn hard for this sort of recognition in her field and while the papers might slate her as a pretty face used to sell the TV show, she didn't care, she had integrity whether the entertainment segment of the news thought so or not, amongst her peers in the architectural community she was respected and that was enough for her.
"I love your show," the woman gushed, "oh my god, this is insane. What are you doing here? Are you filming?"
"No, no, not right now, I just got back from filming in Maine actually." Élodie said straightening up with her eye drops firmly in hand; at least she had managed to find them after they'd tumbled out of her bag along with various other things from its innards.
"Oh right, wow. Something for the next series?"
Élodie smiled again, hiding her impatience and desire to tell this woman that she was officially 'off the clock' beneath a well practiced veneer of graciousness, "The fourth show I think, we're not sure how it'll play out yet, but it should be an interesting one." Behind her the luggage belt clunked and whirred to life and Élodie looked over her shoulder as the first few bags started streaming out, luckily hers was about the sixth to emerge from behind the rubber curtain flaps and with a charismatic smile she turned back to the brunette, "Sorry, that's my bag. It was nice to meet you..."
"Amanda, Amanda Falkirk." After a brief pause, shaking Élodie's hand she started and began digging around in her bag, "Could you... sorry, could you sign my notebook? My Mom isn't going to believe this."
Again Élodie managed a warm, amiable smile and nodded, reaching to take the pen that was offered to her by the woman and used it to signed her name in cursive flamboyance on the page, with a 'To Amanda' at the start and everything. They exchanged pleasant goodbyes and Élodie walked over to the luggage belt to pick up her suitcase, thankfully she had seen fit to buy one with wheels - easily her favourite invention - so she didn't have to lift it far and soon enough she was trundling through the airport with the bag rolling behind her and the clack-clack-clack of her heels on the stone floors. Just the drive home to content with and then she could kick back and enjoy some quiet time.
Continued in Parking Structure