its_theclimb: (pos: i love this place)
So lately, Miley had been... a little grouchy. Or, well, very grouchy. Something about getting rejected from her top-choice university just because she had a secret identity that made it a little difficult to do things like after-school clubs and community service.

Regardless, though, there was always one thing that made her feel better when she was grouchy, and that thing was shopping.

So here she was, sunglasses on and Hannah Montana-worthy designer clothes in shopping bags in each hand, and she turned to Juliet. "Best idea ever," she declared. "I mean, come on. It's impossible to dwell on you-know-what when I have new shoes this cute."

[[for one, and NFB for distance!]]
its_theclimb: (hannah: plane)
Generally speaking, Miley liked being anonymous when she wasn't dressed up as Hannah. People were usually pretty nice to her,  she didn't get badgered about autographs... it was a good system.

Other times? She felt like being a bit more noticed. Like at the airport.

Of course, Hannah Montana wasn't a real person, so she couldn't very well buy her a plane ticket. However, Miley could saunter on in with a pink glittery carry-on, get through security and everything requiring photo identification, and breeze into the ladies' room near the gate to change. And then if Hannah Montana happened to emerge, well, it wasn't like there were cameras in here, right?

Ooh. Miley squinted up to check. Well, if there were, she couldn't see any.

With that, she made her way back out into the terminal, and was promptly accosted by some little girls asking her to sign their backpacks. Which she did, gladly, before boarding the plane and flopping into her first-class seat for a tremendously comfortable next six hours.

Ah, it was good to be (almost) home.

[[And today we learn exactly how OCD I am. Yes, I looked up a real flight number. Don't you judge me. NFB/NFI.]]
its_theclimb: (hannah: plane)
Generally speaking, Miley liked being anonymous when she wasn't dressed up as Hannah. People were usually pretty nice to her,  she didn't get badgered about autographs... it was a good system.

Other times? She felt like being a bit more noticed. Like at the airport.

Of course, Hannah Montana wasn't a real person, so she couldn't very well buy her a plane ticket. However, Miley could saunter on in with a pink glittery carry-on, get through security and everything requiring photo identification, and breeze into the ladies' room near the gate to change. And then if Hannah Montana happened to emerge, well, it wasn't like there were cameras in here, right?

Ooh. Miley squinted up to check. Well, if there were, she couldn't see any.

With that, she made her way back out into the terminal, and was promptly accosted by some little girls asking her to sign their backpacks. Which she did, gladly, before boarding the plane and flopping into her first-class seat for a tremendously comfortable next six hours.

Ah, it was good to be (almost) home.

[[And today we learn exactly how OCD I am. Yes, I looked up a real flight number. Don't you judge me. NFB/NFI.]]
its_theclimb: (neg: DADDY. i'm FRUSTRATED.)
An exhausted-looking Miley was somehow managing to wheel two suitcases, a garment bag and a makeup case, all with her cell phone pressed to her ear. Don't ask her how.

"Jackson, I CAN'T," she insisted into the phone. "I'm telling you, we can't trust her. And what if she blows it? My life would be over."

Cue some angry ranting from Jackson, which caused Miley to huff, stop walking, hold the phone away from her ear and bend down to pick up her fallen garment bag. "See what you made me do?" she complained. "Because of you, I dropped my brand-new Valentino dress." Granted, it was shielded from the elements in a double garment bag, but complaining was what she did. It was practically an art at this point.

Jackson clearly didn't care, and Miley sighed and resumed wheeling her bags. Next time, she was totally getting a limo to the dorm.

[[Open if you want to catch her on her way back to the dorm, sure! Phone conversation NFB, please!]]
its_theclimb: (neg: DADDY. i'm FRUSTRATED.)
An exhausted-looking Miley was somehow managing to wheel two suitcases, a garment bag and a makeup case, all with her cell phone pressed to her ear. Don't ask her how.

"Jackson, I CAN'T," she insisted into the phone. "I'm telling you, we can't trust her. And what if she blows it? My life would be over."

Cue some angry ranting from Jackson, which caused Miley to huff, stop walking, hold the phone away from her ear and bend down to pick up her fallen garment bag. "See what you made me do?" she complained. "Because of you, I dropped my brand-new Valentino dress." Granted, it was shielded from the elements in a double garment bag, but complaining was what she did. It was practically an art at this point.

Jackson clearly didn't care, and Miley sighed and resumed wheeling her bags. Next time, she was totally getting a limo to the dorm.

[[Open if you want to catch her on her way back to the dorm, sure! Phone conversation NFB, please!]]
its_theclimb: (fact: magazine)
After gym class, Friday afternoon found Miley flopping down on her bed to flip through some magazines. Seventeen, M, Tiger Beat, J-14... ooh! One of them had a special on Hannah's Best Shoes! She grabbed a gel pen from her desk to circle the ones featured there, smiling as she came upon some of her favorites.

When the music coming from down the hall grew irritating, she got up, put her glittery pink iPod into her iPod speakers and retaliated with some music of her own. (It was a playlist consisting entirely of Justin Bieber. That kid had skills. And he threw great parties!) It was maybe a little bit loud, but this was a girl who was used to having her entire wing, separated from the rest of the house by a door that led outside and then to her front door, all to herself. Courtesy wasn't always something she remembered to have.

[[Door and post are open! Expecting one, but visitors are welcome!]]
its_theclimb: (fact: magazine)
After gym class, Friday afternoon found Miley flopping down on her bed to flip through some magazines. Seventeen, M, Tiger Beat, J-14... ooh! One of them had a special on Hannah's Best Shoes! She grabbed a gel pen from her desk to circle the ones featured there, smiling as she came upon some of her favorites.

When the music coming from down the hall grew irritating, she got up, put her glittery pink iPod into her iPod speakers and retaliated with some music of her own. (It was a playlist consisting entirely of Justin Bieber. That kid had skills. And he threw great parties!) It was maybe a little bit loud, but this was a girl who was used to having her entire wing, separated from the rest of the house by a door that led outside and then to her front door, all to herself. Courtesy wasn't always something she remembered to have.

[[Door and post are open! Expecting one, but visitors are welcome!]]
its_theclimb: (neg: i want my life back dad)
It was September in Malibu, and Miley and her best-friend-slash-roommate-slash-basically-sister-even-if-Lilly's-mom-was-a-check-grabbing-daddy-hater should have started their senior year today. When they had left the house this morning, the two of them had invented their very own song and dance routine just for the occasion ("Seniors, seniors, sen-iors! Seniors, seniors, sen-iors!" with accompanying high kicks). But while Lilly had gotten to experience the joy of being a senior firsthand, Miley... hadn't.

"How could you forget to mail my registration?" )

[[And thus Miley's arrival is established! NFB/NFI for distance, obviously, but OOC is fine! Some dialogue taken/cut from Hannah Montana 4x02, "Hannah Montana to the Principal's Office."]]
its_theclimb: (neg: i want my life back dad)
It was September in Malibu, and Miley and her best-friend-slash-roommate-slash-basically-sister-even-if-Lilly's-mom-was-a-check-grabbing-daddy-hater should have started their senior year today. When they had left the house this morning, the two of them had invented their very own song and dance routine just for the occasion ("Seniors, seniors, sen-iors! Seniors, seniors, sen-iors!" with accompanying high kicks). But while Lilly had gotten to experience the joy of being a senior firsthand, Miley... hadn't.

"How could you forget to mail my registration?" )

[[And thus Miley's arrival is established! NFB/NFI for distance, obviously, but OOC is fine! Some dialogue taken/cut from Hannah Montana 4x02, "Hannah Montana to the Principal's Office."]]

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