Spellbinder
Bitchcraft
- Real Name
- Morgan
- Missions
- 7,430
- Residence
- Manhattan- Sanctum Sanctorum
- Ability
- Magick-Sorceress Supreme, Stepping Discs, Elemental Embodiment of Air/Wind, Flight, SuperStrength
MP, Apt. 4
<< who did he think he was? pulling a stunt like that! she didnt need HIS help! still, secretly, she really liked the picture and she knew it would draw attention from the right kind of people. sparking interest in her whereabouts and what she would be doing next! the age of the "supermodel" was dimming...there not very many left, but Morgan was among the few longstanding names. She knew she had a few more years left before her time in front of the camera was over and unlike OTHER supermodels before her, she knew the business and marketing side of it too. maybe she'd start her own agency out here. who knew? still...that NICOLAS thought SHE needed his help? it definately sit well with her. >>
<< after having showered and lavished herself, Morgan felt more refreshed than ever. Some more fruit and bottled water and she felt fine on the inside too.>>
<< wearing a new clingy teeshirt which read "Packaged in Limbo" across the chest with a khaki mini skirt along with some strappy wedge heeled sandals, the sorceress was now brushing her hair while listening to "Hung Up" by Madonna and lightly singing along to the words....with thoughts of her hanging up on and slamming the door in Nicolas' face danced in her mind's eye.>>
<< finishing up, Morgan moved from her bathroom out into the hall. hearing her cell phone ring, she walked out into the living room and picked her phone up. not a number she recognized.>>
hmm...this better not be Nicolas trying to be sneaky.
<< she says with bitterness as she accepted the call.>>
Hello?
what?? WHO is this?
...goddess!!!
<< Morgan blinked a few times before shaking her head.>>
al...alright I'll be right there!
<< ending the call, Morgan looked quite upset as she turned off her stereo and grabbed her keys and purse.>>
Blaze....
<< she was making her way to the door just as Delilah was about to knock.>>
<< who did he think he was? pulling a stunt like that! she didnt need HIS help! still, secretly, she really liked the picture and she knew it would draw attention from the right kind of people. sparking interest in her whereabouts and what she would be doing next! the age of the "supermodel" was dimming...there not very many left, but Morgan was among the few longstanding names. She knew she had a few more years left before her time in front of the camera was over and unlike OTHER supermodels before her, she knew the business and marketing side of it too. maybe she'd start her own agency out here. who knew? still...that NICOLAS thought SHE needed his help? it definately sit well with her. >>
<< after having showered and lavished herself, Morgan felt more refreshed than ever. Some more fruit and bottled water and she felt fine on the inside too.>>
<< wearing a new clingy teeshirt which read "Packaged in Limbo" across the chest with a khaki mini skirt along with some strappy wedge heeled sandals, the sorceress was now brushing her hair while listening to "Hung Up" by Madonna and lightly singing along to the words....with thoughts of her hanging up on and slamming the door in Nicolas' face danced in her mind's eye.>>
<< finishing up, Morgan moved from her bathroom out into the hall. hearing her cell phone ring, she walked out into the living room and picked her phone up. not a number she recognized.>>
hmm...this better not be Nicolas trying to be sneaky.
<< she says with bitterness as she accepted the call.>>
Hello?
"Ms. Victoria? I think you should sit down for what I'm about to tell you."
what?? WHO is this?
Pausing before she would continue, "There's no easy way to tell you this but your sister, Blaze Fielding has been in an accident. We will need you to come down to the Wilshire Memorial Hospital to fill out a couple of forms. She's in surgery as we speak."
...goddess!!!
<< Morgan blinked a few times before shaking her head.>>
al...alright I'll be right there!
<< ending the call, Morgan looked quite upset as she turned off her stereo and grabbed her keys and purse.>>
Blaze....
<< she was making her way to the door just as Delilah was about to knock.>>