About Me

Caralyne Melody rezzed into SL in October 2009 and spent most of the next two years enjoying its fantastic culture and fashion. She developed her SL skills as a store, print, and runway model, choreographing virtual poses and animations, blogging, taking in world photos using windlights and shadows, editing photos using graphic software, and creating shapes, skins, and clothing. She has earned model credentials and participated in various castings, contests, and stylings. Relaxing in RL for Caralyne is having fun with fashion in SL.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Styling "Cops & Robbers"

October 19, 2012

LOL!  Cops & Robbers... all I could think of 1930's Chicago gangsters.  Prolly influenced by the movie Chicago with Catherine Zeta Jones and Renee Zellweger.  I love the guns!  And I couldn't believe when I found smooth gun poses.  Thanks to PoSeSions and Frozen!

My Gangsta Styling

My Gangsta Description
Hello & Welcome to today's Cops & Robbers styling show.  I am Caralyne Melody, an aspiring model at CWS, Simply The Best. Please let me entertain you...

"Are you ready?" she asked her gal pal.  Moll nodded a firm yes and waved her tommy gun in the air.  Cara smiled evilly in return and hefted her twin Uzi handguns firmly in her hands.  She turned and eyed the club with its sparkling neon lights in the dark night.  He was in there somewhere.  Toeless Joe had finked on him and he didn't even know it yet.  Who did he think he was?  Hadn't she kept him from being sent to the joint?  Sacrifices had been made to keep him from rotting in jail hell.  And he wasn't even grateful.  She would show him who was boss.  Did he think she wouldn't find out?  The dumb bimbo blonde he had recently begun seeing didn't have a brain, let alone two pennies to rub together.  Her mind could not believe he had shacked up with the trashy twit.  There was no comparison! Cara scintilated like a diamond with her quick mind, mob connections, stellar beauty, and vaults of cash.  Who else could put a job together as quickly as Cara and pull it off without anyone even knowing the money was gone until long after her crew were no where to be found.  Good thing he wasn't the love of her life or she would be missing him tomorrow when his double crossing heart was no longer beating.

"Let's go!" she ordered as she walked confidently toward the club door.  Cara was a sight to behold.  She was dressed in a creation she had combined together from different pieces of her favorite designer.  She loved looking like a 1930's mob boss in femine form but sexily updated for the new millenium.  Besides, fedoras were back in style and she looked fantastic.  Moll was close behind her with the rest of the lady crew.  They were all tough as nails and didn't hesitate to help each other out, whether it was nabbing the lastest shipment of jewels at Tiffany's or rubbing out a two-timing boyfriend.  They had each other's backs, which is why they worked so well together.  The Feds still hadn't figured them out and they wouldn't tonight either.

The doorman guffawed quietly as they approached, thrilled at the sight of such feminine power and danger.  He felt only slighty sorry for whoever was going to get it inside.  He opened the door for Cara as she approached, allowing her crew to enter without a question. He wasn't stupid.  They walked through the dark hallway into the smoky, barely lit main room.  She raised her guns, pulled the triggers, and machine gun fire began ricocheting around the room. Her gal pals followed her lead and let go with their own guns. Patrons and staff began slumping to the floor as they were dancing or over the tables where they were dining.  So sad, too bad.... they should know better than to hang out at such a dangerous place!  A beautifully evil smile was fixed on her face as her gaze found her target and she swung the Uzis toward him.  He looked up and recognized her and what was happening in the moment before his head exploded, lolling over to rest on his girlfriend's shoulder, a burst of blood and flesh on the wall behind him.  The blonde bimbo was screaming and then her head fell back against the booth from the force of a bullet to her brain.  Right between the eyes!  Cara smiled in satisfaction while her guns continued to blaze....

"CUT!! Great take, Carla!  Let's do it once more... "  The film director was standing at her side with his microphone.  "OK everyone!  Change clothes and let's do it one more time!"  Around the room, bodies laying on the floor and over the tables rose from the dead and hurried off.  A moment ago it had seemed so real and now she laughed at magic of cinematic noir.  Her character, Cara, was by far the most interesting part she had played.  Carla could feel it was going to be a great film!  Her smile changed from pure evil to sweet happiness as she walked off toward her trailer.  She knew she would win an oscar if she kept the action going at the current level.  But for now, she had at least a half hour before she would have to do it all again.  What a life! She sighed happily.

Thank you to everyone for for coming to the show and many thanks to our judge, announcer, and most of all to Anrol & Steve who make it possible for us to share our styling creativity in this wonderful venue.  When you have a moment and enjoy reading about SL fashion, please check out my blog at http://caralynemelody.blogspot.com/.

Style Notes:

OUTFIT ::: Combination of PAQ Gangster I, II & III outfits & DBL Gangster's Moll garter with derringer
MAKEUP/TATTOOS ::: BOOM Liquid Glaze lashed eyeshadow (red), Miamai XGen Basic Lashes B, Akeruka Biana Lips Rosso
HAIR ::: Tuty's LIMBO Wet look hair & matching hairbase (black)
SHOES ::: PAQ Gangster Black & White Stilettos
ACCESSORIES ::: DBL Gangster's Moll Cigar & Fedora, M/S UZI handguns
EYES ::: Anara Customeyes
SKIN ::: Akeruka Bianca medium
SHAPE ::: Mira Mira Bella Carla model shape by Caralyne Melody

The Results
Happy Styling everyone!  Keep up the great work!  Congratulations Winners!!
1st = Caralyne Melody  (I did it !!)
2nd = Philippe Byron
3rd = Zigrich Zsigmond

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