Angelica Jones AKA Firestar

I think it's official. I've lost my New York edge. Well, if you could call it an edge. I just never got offended by the attitude before. New Yorkers are hard. It's the way they are. You keep your head down, avoid eye contact, and mind your own business.

I held a door for someone. Just a lady. I didn't know her. Instead of thanking me or just going in she glared at me, snapped "What's the hold up?" and pushed me out of the way. It hurt my feelings then it made me mad and I almost went in and yelled at her. Then I came to my little realization. What little edge I had seems to be gone.

I'm going to get eaten alive.

My belly's growling. Lets go out.

Six Impossible Things :: my thread

((crossXposted to all journals involved))

Dreams too sweet to wake up.

I prefer supervillians to personal demons.

( Cut for F*List )

- I _____ Angel.
- Angel is _____.
- Angel likes to ______.
- I want to _____ Angel.
- Angel can ______.
- Someday Angel will ______.
- Angel reminds me of ______.
- Without Angel, it will be _____.
- Right now, I bet Angel is thinking about _____.
- Angel makes me want to _______.
- If I could spend the day with Angel I'd _____.
- Angel is made of _______.
- If I could be Angel for a day, I'd ______.
- Angel's alter-ego is __________.
- I want to give Angel ______.
- If I could set Angel up with someone it'd be ________.

Did sex make your relationship better?

		I will marry Ollie.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in New York in our fabulous Mansion.
		We will have 1 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Red convertible.
		I will spend my days as a Fashion Designer, and live happily ever after.

*LOLZ* Ollie, seriously, if we got married our mansion would have to be like 85% closet space.

Happy Birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday Mr. Winters. Happy Birthday to you. <3



I put as many different kinds of chocolate I could fit on one cake. There's some fudge in there too.

It's your birthday but I'm totally giving myself a present because I can't wait to see you in your birthday suit. XD It's a silk blend I know you like and it's specially altered in the back for you. I love the way you look in white or rather a creamy off white in this case.

*Locked*

And just so we match I got this. I thought you might like a present you could, um, unwrap.

Go to Google image search and type in your name. Post an image from the first page of results along with your commentary about that image.

( inappropriate for Children. Don't Look Kids! In fact, no one look. *blush* )

What's wrong with people? I mean... It's just... D:

Don't get me wrong, it was kind of nice that they gave me more curves and spent time to draw this but butt cleavage?! Really?! That's just tacky.

She got ready with care. It was an anniversary of sorts but not one she actually expected him to remember. It had been 2 months since she started seeing Morgan. She done things and felt things she hadn't even experienced with Vance. It was terrifying at times but exciting. Morgan definitely made her feel like more than boring old Angelica.

Just before she head out of her apartment, she text him to ask if he was home. She had a little surprise for him.

My Achilles heel?

Um, bullets. XD I don't know. I mean, wait, no actually I do know. Ladders. For whatever reason I get on a ladder and I turn into a complete spazz. It's terrible. I'm definitely not afraid of heights so I don't know what it is. I guess because if there is an accident going to happen I'm probably going to be in the middle of it. That may also explain my discomfort with power tools and cars too.

Your Latte Says You are Sometimes Playful, Sometimes Serious

You are very decadent in all aspects of your life. You never scale back, and you always live large. You can be quite silly at times, but you know when to buckle down and be serious. Intense and energetic, you aren't completely happy unless you are bouncing off the walls. You're addicted to caffeine. There's no denying it. You are a child at heart, and you don't ever miss the opportunity to do something playful. You are sophisticated and daring, but you are never snobby.

Everything had to be perfect. It was only friends but it was the first time most of them had seen the apartment now that it was done. She had this fantasy of herself playing perfect hostess in her chic New York apartment. It was such a fashion magazine cliche but she didn't care. Things were going to be perfect. She'd make sure of it.

The whole week she prepared a menu. There were a few people that didn't eat meat so she tried to make sure she had something for everyone. Brie and sauteed mushroom wantons as well as crab, green onion, and celery filled cucumber cups with a touch of lime for appetizers. Italian salad served Napoleon style
fresh tomato slices, Mozzarella cheese and fresh basil garnished with optional capers. Zucchini soup with shallots, cream, dill and freshly grated nutmeg. Then for the main course, stuffed chicken with boursin cheese or stuffed green peppers with rice, onions, tomatoes, bread crumbs and cheddar cheese. Both were going to be served with steamed asparagus with a carrot garnish and savory yams. It was all looking good but the dessert was what she was most proud of. A coffee and Kahlua tortoni with drizzled chocolate on top that was already done and kept in the fridge so it could be served cold.

Angel barely had time to get ready before she heard her first knock on the door. She gave the apartment one last look then satisfied went to answer the door.

You know, you are actually a pretty hard person to shop for. It's probably because I don't know you as well as I should. I only really know as much as Sam has told me but I know wherever he is he wishes were with you today.


This looks like a typical charm bracelet but hidden inside the glass beads are 12 names. The 10 of you kids and your mom and dad. That way wherever your family is you're all together and always with you.

*Realizes it's fairly personal considering they don't know each other all that well and looks pretty shy about giving it but felt compelled* I hope it's okay.

You Are A Chocolate Ice Cream Girl

Dramatic. Powerful. Flirty.

"You hate the dress, don't you? You don't have to wear it if you hate it that much."

"No no. It's your special day. You designed this just for me and I'll wear it with pride." Angel reassured her former coworker trying her best not to cringe outwardly. Hot pink wasn't her best color but if it were only that, she would have been fine. It wasn't. The 5'1" redhead was buried in a sea of technicolor petticoats and faux fur. The bow on her back was so big she needed heels just so she could keep from falling backwards. Though the dyed to match Payless brand wouldn't have been her first choice in footwear. The ensemble was a disaster and honestly if Angel knew what horrible taste the girl had, she would never have hired her for a personal shopper at DKNY. Hopefully, the new manager had more sense than she did and moved her to cashier or stock girl or something.

Of course, Megan's wedding wasn't really the best time to get into it with her. She wasn't the only bridesmaid. There were 6 of them equally hideous though since she was the shortest she had to be out front. At least the groomsman there to escort her wasn't terrible. He was a bit on the stocky side at only 5'8" or 5'9" but good looking and not over flirtatious like the guy behind her who took that whole hooking up at a wedding thing to heart.

Angel was actually pretty surprised she was asked to be in the wedding. Megan and she had gone to lunch a few times but they never really ventured into anything super personal. Angelica was private besides she didn't want to have to answer 8 billion questions.

As the doors to the sanctuary opened, Angel could feel her cheeks flush in embarrassment. Every bulb flash made her want to beg them for no pictures. No proof that she would actually wear such a thing. Most people in the isle agreed in her disapproval. In fact there was only one person in the place that looked just as excited about the look as the bride was Megan's mom. She was most likely partially to blame for the wreck of a dress. Angel made a note to thank her after the ceremony.