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I am Paparazzi and Diana Monroe and a vulture and a viper and I am on the prowl. I am a networker, a tool-using animal, and a big-game hunter. I am a harvest goddess who reaps overexposure, scandal, and high-price money shots. Or maybe I'm just a silly little girl who's too obsessed with celebrities and doesn't know when to butt out. Maybe there's nothing threatening about me, and I'm just a buzzing mosquito asking to be sprayed. Even if you don't want to admit it, you have an opinion. Everyone wants to be heard.

So, would you care to comment?
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Nov. 24th, 2009 @ 02:05 am Locked to immortals

Oh, Mark. I had no idea you were so stupid reckless. I wish I could say that I'm going to be kind, that I'll rein my people in just this once for the sake of a fellow god, but we both know that's like teaching a fish to fly. The games have just begun, my friend.

I only hope for all our sakes that they don't try to find a birth certificate or a childhood. Lord only knows what that would lead to, but it certainly wouldn't be good for you.

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Nov. 19th, 2009 @ 03:02 pm (no subject)



BIG TOBACCO, WILL YOU MARRY ME?
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Nov. 18th, 2009 @ 01:46 pm (no subject)

You know, I almost feel bad for screaming at Jessica today when she brought me my morning coffee without knocking first.

Almost.

Five packs and I'm getting nothing. Nothing. It's just getting worse. There's only one way to ease the pain: senseless violence.

Who's with me?
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Nov. 14th, 2009 @ 09:25 pm Okay.

WHO THE FUCK BROKE MY MORTAL?!

My damn assistant, Jess, has been missing for days, and she finally comes wandering into La Dolce Vita this afternoon looking like a homeless crackwhore, babbling about being inside out and the "god inside her mind."

She was my best assistant, you asshole, and I am going to eviscerate whoever did this to her. She was claimed already, and not for the taking.
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Nov. 14th, 2009 @ 12:41 am (no subject)
Current Mood: pissed off

Okay, what the hell? I haven't seen Jess all day.

Has anyone seen my assistant? She's not answering her pager or her cell phone.
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Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 06:24 pm (no subject)

As much as I love the sun, I simply had to catch a flight home. I can't leave my club and my assistant alone for too long, now can I? God knows that girl would trip over her own feet if you let her walk on her own. Mortals Assistants, right?

Mona, darling, it's been too long, we should do lunch.

And Aunty Television? I'm back in the city, if you still want to catch up.
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Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 11:34 pm I have a question, people.

What in god's name is wrong with wearing bras?

I mean, in the latest hit children's book (since the stunner Prince Michael Has Two Daddies, of course) Eva Mendes And Her Nipple Go To A Party, we plainly see the folly of not wearing proper underwear. When did skankiness become the order of the day?

Not that I'm complaining, of course, it's just so different than the way things used to be, when showing a little ankle or kissing a co-star was cause for scandal.

Oh, Hollywood, never change.
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Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 04:00 am Ugh.

What the bloody hell do I have to do to get some competent help around here?! Bad enough that the boss keeps takin' off for California at the drop of a hat, leaving me to deal with this lot on my own, but do we really need to be dealing with people drugging the drinks?

I swear, it's like there's a curse on this place. Every time I turn around, there's someone else handing out roofies. What in the world?
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Nov. 6th, 2009 @ 05:27 pm Jess post
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Oh god, I had almost forgotten how wonderful it is to be free. I wake up every morning and think, is today really a day without Diana Monroe? Yes, I answer myself, it is. It's 5:30 in the afternoon and I haven't gotten a single phone summons to bring her chai from across the city, and I haven't had to do her hideously fake hair in days.

The world is bright and beautiful, you guys, and the Dragon Lady is out of town. I feel like celebrating.
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Nov. 4th, 2009 @ 01:47 am text message to Echo

> Y'know they call this the city of Angels?
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Nov. 3rd, 2009 @ 03:32 pm Its the city I live in, the city of angels

Oh, Hugh. Just when I leave New York, too. I miss out on all the fun. Oh well, at least Matar Cohen is getting something out of this- as my good minion friend celebslam said, homegirl's gonna have to get used to robbing the grave if she wants to make it big. But jeez, couldn't Hugh have picked someone who looks a little less like Amy Winehouse? Ugh.

All the same, it's wonderful to be here- home, really. The flight wasn't even half bad, Lydia and I managed to get seats in Business class. Somehow, the in-flight movie was Fame. Coincidence? Maybe. Just maybe.

Now, who among the immortal populace makes their home in the city of angels? I'm just itching to do some socializing.
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Oct. 31st, 2009 @ 07:33 am Leaving on a jet plane~

I'm going to California on Sunday, who wants to come with? I need a break from this damn weather. Sunshine and maybe something above fifty damn degrees. New York City is wonderful, but Los Angeles remains my first love, and my hometown.

And y'know, I think I deserve this break. Getting attacked by what can only be described as the animal kingdom throwing up, having half your side ripped out, and having to heal using your power for the first time in your existence takes a lot out of you. Being in my city again will do me a lot of good, in a few different ways.

Oh, and Jess? I expect you to take care of my shit while I'm gone. You'll be staying here for the duration of my absence, I won't be needing your mortal help while I'm gone.

(OOC: on the tiny off-chance that anyone cares, until ~Jess~ knows about Paparazzi, anything not specifically addressed to her is not visible to her.)
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Oct. 23rd, 2009 @ 06:46 pm Hmmmm~

Arachne, do you think the wedding party would object if I wore this on Saturday? I ask simply out of curiosity.
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Oct. 19th, 2009 @ 04:03 pm [Mark]

So I was thinking, hon, that you really need someone to take you shopping for that wedding you aren't going to. I think I can successfully guess that you don't know shit about walking in heels. What do you say to meeting on 6th Avenue later today? We can lunch and stuff.
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Oct. 18th, 2009 @ 01:09 am Hello, hello.

I'm in New York. Being away from Tinsel Town is so strange, guys, but I really needed a change. I've got a job already- been sending celebrity photos to the Daily Star for a month now, and I'm only just clocking in officially for the first time.

The Big Apple's as sparkly as ever, of course, and I absolutely need to hit up Park Avenue soon. If nothing else, I can see what Jon Gosselin's been wasting his children's money on lately, I can make serious money from that. A little burned-out on shopping, though. I need to work off some serious jittery energy- it's all getting a bit silly, isn't it? Somewhere nearby, though, is a media circus that needs drumming up...

[Locked to Peer Pressure and Media]

Hey, strangers- it's been a while. Mama, Peer Pressure, we've gotta hang out soon. Quick warning- I did change my face, but I'm still the vindictive little darling you love. ♥
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