xanax queens have;

does anyone remember those rps that were reformatory/boarding schools for the children of rockstars?
 
cause i do. and i miss them.
 
which leads me to my question; are there any still going on? and if so would you mind linking me to it ;3
 
and if there are none would anyone be interested in joining/co-moding one if i were to create it?
 
just comment to let me know what you think!

JOIN JOIN JOIN
 
http://www.polyvore.com/small_town_america_sta/group.show?id=146806
 
"Well I was born in a small town
And I live in a small town
Prob'ly die in a small town
Oh, those small communities"

created on the eve of august third, twenty-twelve. based off the john mellencamp song small town which I grew up listening to, but inspired by everything i've ever come in contact with, seen, or heard in my life. probably not very original but i've not stolen anything either. it is what it is.

welcome to franklin, maine. it's just like every other small town in america. with a population of around fifteen hundred, everyone knows everyone, along with everything about them, and always has. there are people dying to get out, most of them won't, and people who would never dream of leaving. like in every small town not everyone gets along, or is alike in anyway. but your still bonded together by your hometown and always will be. plus everyone, yes everyone, has secrets. after all franklin is just another boring small town.
 
http://www.polyvore.com/small_town_america_sta/group.show?id=146806
 
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๑ Other
† so there is no way in hell that i'm going to get a part for this roleplay. but it's so asjdhsdh amazing that i'm going to tryout anyway, this is also why i'm trying out a new layout. well one that is new to me and i don't even know why i try since polyvore f.ucks my arrangement over every time. oh, and i answered the question in form to keep the secrets that she's hiding, but if they're supposed to be totally and completely honest just let me know and I'll change the responses. oh and she is supposed to be a dark witch right? since she believes in revenge and what not. i kind of made her a combination of all three though so i guess it doesn't really matter.
 
 † Bryn Whispy {Hunter, Witch - paired with Beck}
Aged: Sixteen
Hometown: London, England
Biography: Bryn was raised with very orthodox, very anti-violence witch parents. They instilled in her a need for the old ways of Magick, but the coming of the vampires greatly changed her. As their victories increased, Bryn was often left wondering why witches didn't fight against them. It frustrated her. And at fourteen, she turned too rebellious for her own good. All because of sweet, charming Salvatore. She met him at her sister's party, and, being four years her senior, he had shown her a good time like no one ever had. She was in love with the way he treated her like a princess, even the way he said her name. And the fact that she had to sneak around her parents to see him just made it all the more tantalizing. As the relationship wore on, things with him grew darker. He took her to meetings with masked strangers in the middle of the night, and they would chant and worship the mysterious god Pan. Sweet young Bryn was raised in such innocence that she didn't realize all that entailed. As she began to have dreams of dark parties, vampires, blood, and haunting dancing, she knew something wasn't right. But getting away from Salvatore was harder than she realized. She had to run from not just him but her entire life. Nowhere was safe for her. Despite her parents' insistence of no retaliation against the vampire, Bryn joined as a hunter at Salamanca. She told them it was because she wanted to fight, but in reality, she needed it to protect her from Salvatore. Dark, brooding Salvatore, who sends her post cards and love letters...and when she leaves the walls of the church, she can hear his voice, calling him to her, forcing her to remember the sins of their nights together. Bryn has yet to tell anyone about him, but she might not have that luxury for much longer.
Suggested Model: Anja Leuenberger
 
๑ Why did you leave your home to come train at Salamanca? Are there any specific vampires you seek revenge with?
† I left my home because I had. It had to be done, for the safety of myself and my family. I told my parents that I wanted to fight against vampires, which I do but the full truth is much larger than that. I knew Salamanca would offer me protection is the main reason, but from what I can not say. There aren't any vampires that I hate with great passions that would drive me to revenge, but there aren't any that I'm praticulary fond of either. It don't think it's right how they've come and taken over the world doing whatever they please though.
 
๑ What strengths do you bring to the Salamanca team?
† I bring my Magick, my alliance and worship to the Moon Goddess that gifts me with ability to heal among so many other wonderful things. With it I also bring knowledge of the dark side of Magick and how it may be used, by the those who follow the Cursed Ones, against us. How I came by such knowledge? I'm not willing to say. Plus, I have Salamanca is my saving grace, the last thing I have, I totally and completely dedicated to doing anything that I must for it.
 
๑ What weaknesses must you overcome to ensure your survival and ability to destroy vampires most efficiently?
† My weakness is my past. The loss of my nativity and purity that forbids me from being a true White Witch like I once was and should be today. It's the sins I committed, and the darkness I tasted. Something inside me craves more and more of it. I'm going to stop now, I don't like to think of such things.
 
๑ The Cursed Ones have created a need for secrecy. What are you hiding most?
† I'm hiding a lot of things, myself included. What I'm hiding most though if you must know is him. I really can not say anything more on the matter.
 
๑ What do you want more than anything?
† I want to be good. Pure and innocent like a child. Good seems like such a simple concept to be, but trust me it's harder than it sounds. Maybe that's just the case with me, I don't know. I want to be free. Free and good.
 
๑ Top Four Characters
† bryn
† tess
† ebony
† valentina
 

๑ Character Study
† http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/collection?id=1752365
 
๑ Why did you chose who you chose?
† I chose Bryn, despite what seemed like other amazing tryouts for her (i only saw the sets, I try not to read other tryouts for the same person), because the second i read the bio for her a storyline instantly popped into my head. And she just has so much depth. She's got this tortured soul thing going on, due to her still burning love for and past with Salvatore but a yearning desire to be good, without being this pathetic little girl. She's strong but broken. She's a mess that's managed to go on for a couple years now without letting a single soul know what happened. Bryn is a raging war between light and dark. Plus I already have a thousand stories for her swirling around in me head.
 
๑ Story
 
I touched my fingers to my lips. I could almost feel him though it had been so long since his lips touched mine. It was almost like he was there, it was just magick, I know this. But I could remember the way his soft but often busted and swollen lips pressed against mine with such intensity and roughness like he was making up for every second he was away from me.
 
"No," I whisper-screamed at no one in particular. I couldn't let myself remember these things, him.
 
Lightning crackled sending rays of light into my dark room. Untangling myself from my sweat soaked sheets I walked to the window.
 
He was close, I could feel it in my bones. Thats why the dreams were realer than ever.
 
There was no point in trying to sleep, it only made me vulnerable to him, it only made me ache for him.
 
"Oh, Salvatore," I whispered his name, for the first time in oh so long, as a clap of thunder caused the ground to tremble.
 
I jumped back from the window, he wasn't dead but he was haunting me. And hunting me, he must be getting close.
 
This thought sent shutters down my spin.
 
"Oh Moon Goddess protect me," I sighed staring out the window once again.
 
I yawned, I hadn't gotten a good nights sleep since I'd left his side. Tonight would be no different.
 
I watched the sun rise over the castle walls. Someone was knocking on my door.
 
"Bryn? You okay? Can I come in?" called Beck's familiar soft voice.
 
i ran my hand through my hair nervously, "Yes."
 
My voice sounded weird and strained.
 
"Father Juan wants to see everyone," his voice was even more cautious now and his eyes scanned the room for something out of place.
 
I nodded and forced a smile, "I'll be right down."
 
It was still storming, I prayed we wouldn't have to leave the castle walls.
 
He stayed where he was though, still processing the room. Always thinking, never speaking he was.
 
My messy bed, candle wax dripped across the furniture and floor, spices, herbs, and books all of these things were the norm. But I could tell that he had spotted something.
 
"Anything else?" I asked trying to figure out what had caught his eye.
 
His took his time before his eyes met mine once again, "Nope, nothing. I'll wait outside for you to get dressed."
 
He was lying, but so was I. And I think time was running out, it wouldn't be long before I'd have to come clean if things kept going they way they were. But I couldn't let it come to that.
 
"Bryn, hurry up," Beck called again this time even quieter than before.
 
Pulling on my pants I called back, "I am!"
 
And trust me I was. These days it just felt like I couldn't catch up with time no matter how hard I tried.
 
This could not happen. Not again.

always a day behind in this group. :c
 
the eyes
jacqueline grimadli
june 13th
 
I picked up my phone, texting Anastasia.
 
/jqc: want to go shopping and grab lunch?/
/ana: sure, meet you on fifth in twenty?/
 
Finishing my cigarette I made my way to the elevator.
 
"Where to Princess?" my driver smiled.
 
I grinned, "It's a shopping day."
 
He didn't have to ask anymore questions as the limo headed for fifth avenue and all it's wonderful shops.
 
I pushed my vintage Chanel sunglasses on top of my head as I entered the first store.
 
"Finally," Anastasia laughed greeting me.
 
I shrug, "Sorry."
 
"One of these days you are going to realize that limos are only a good form of transportation around the city constantly if your Chuck Bass," she rolled her eyes jokingly.
 
I pouted slightly, "I can't help that I'm a princess and have no interest in dirty cabs or subways. I like sport cars and limos."
 
She laughed swinging the bagful of things she had already bought around.
 
We searched through racks and racks of clothes, we only paused to try on clothes and when I couldn't help but check my phone.
 
Lourdes had gotten a call and a letter from our grandmother yesterday, I'd only gotten the new card and a note that read, "We'll be in touch soon."
 
At the time I thought that was a good sign but after a night of thinking my behavior over and the viciousness of Gossip Girl's attack on Cessa I was no longer so sure.
 
"You seem nervous," Ana said furrowing her brows.
 
I bit my lip.
 
"Do you want to talk about it?" her voice was quiet and calm.
 
I shook my head but spoke anyway, "I'm not exactly in New York by choice.. And now I'm worried that Gossip Girl will get me in trouble. Je ne peux pas se permettre de presse plus mauvaise."
 
She was quiet for a moment and I realized I'd just said half of that in French like I did when I was upset.
 
"I'm sure it will be fine," she started to say when Delilah's voice cut her off.
 
Delilah smiles, "Jacq! Ana!"
 
"Hey!" Ana smiles in return.
 
I waved sheepishly.
 
They started chatting as we headed to the next store.
 
My mind was still lingering on my grandmother's rather bare letter.
 
"Jacq!" I hear someone calling.
 
I see Candace on the other side of a shoe rack.
 
Approaching her I smile, "Bonjour, find anything you like?"
 
"Um, yeah," she laughs.
 
I notice the five heavy shopping bags weighing her down.
 
"Are you here with anyone?" her voice is peppy.
 
Pushing a piece of hair that escaped the hold of my sunglasses back I nod towards the dressing room, "Yeah, Anastasia and Delilah are trying things on."
 
"You look really gorgeous today, Jacq," Candace's voice is slow and low.
 
If the girl wasn't straight I'd assume she was hitting on me.
 
"Thanks!" I smile, a compliments a compliment.
 
Anastasia and Delilah come giggling out of there dressing rooms spinning in cocktail dresses like giddy girls. I'm glad they're having fun.
 
Anastasia noticing I'm no longer alone smiles, "Hey Candace."
 
As the chat I flip through some more dresses, nothing is catching my interest.
 
I turn back to find Delilah and Anastasia already back in the dressing room.
 
"Want to go get some coffee? You know, to make up for last time?" Candace says quickly.
 
I nodded, sending a text to Ana and Delilah.
 
I needed out of this place, quickly, "Let's get out of here."
 
In the limo, I light a cigarette letting it soothe me.
 
"Did you find anything you like?" Candace asks breaking the silence.
 
I shake my head and shrug, "Not really. New York is wonderful but the clothes in Paris are just so much more chic. More vintage and classique. And most of the time clothes just get sent to me, I don't have to shop for them hopefully something good came into today for me to wear tomorrow."
 
She laughs, I think she enjoys my stories of Monaco more than the others.
 
Walking into Starbucks I see Alana standing inline. Her and Candace to chat as I grab a place inline.
 
"French vanilla cappicuno and a mocha frappuccino both grande," I say to the barista.
 
Joining Alana and Candace with our drinks I listen to them chat and try not to check my phone.
 
( included @young-grasshopper @modadea @expiredsunshine @buds-over-studs )

this is a crappy set but oh well. i've been busy at work or sleeping. and i've decided that all lana del ray songs perfectly fit jacq, spec. this one.
 
the eyes
jacqueline grimaldi
june 10th
lana del ray - this what makes us girls
 
Group messaging Hunter and Ashton, as I waited in my limo for Delilah.
 
/jcq: I'm headed to Victrola, what are you boys up to?/
/hblake: at Victrola./
/jcq: of course I heard all the guys there were sketchy./
/ashtrey: but the women are half naked at hot./
/hblake: yeah, you gonna strip for us princess?/
/jcq: fcuk off./
/ashtrey: we have drugs./
/ashtrey: and we all know you love lingerie./
/ashtrey: and women./
/hblake: lololol/
/jcq: I'll see you guys when i get there./
 
The door of the limo opened causing me to jump, but it was just Delilah.
 
Putting away my phone I asked, "What took so long?"
 
"Sorry, my class ran late," she responded settling in.
 
I nodded, "It's fine, at least you look dressed to impress."
 
The music from Victrola could be heard from outside as we met up with Cessa,
Livi, and Candace. I didn't know Olivia or Candace very well but they seemed
nice enough.
 
We were only a few meters into the building when we ran into Anastasia who
looked mildly confused.
 
All of the girls started talking about some guy I didn't know so I zoned out
looking for the guys I did know.
 
Zoning back into the conversation I turned to Ana, "One night stand?"
 
"No!" she retorted too quickly which caused the others to laugh.
 
She might have seemed like a good girl, but i could tell otherwise.
 
"I didn't, really," she's trying to convince us now, "I barely know Stuart
Bass."
 
I nearly spit out some of my drink, "Another Audrey? You've got to be kidding
me."
 
Delilah and Anastasia both begin to explain making it impossible to hear either
of them.
 
At this point I've spied Hunter and Ashton enjoy the burlesque show across the
room causing me to zone out once again. When I return to the conversation this
time An is talking to Stuart, Cessa and Livi were dancing, Candace was going to
get drinks, and Delilah was pulling me towards the front of the crowd.
 
It was only minutes before I lost her in the large crowd.
 
Heading back to were Livi, Candace, and Cessa were sitting I could see Delilah
and Laural climbing onstage.
 
"Look!" I yelled to them. They were all in various stage of intoxication, Cessa
being the most.
 
Disappearing towards Hunter and Ashton with a drink in my hand I craved to be up
there, but if ever got out I'd be dead. There had been enough rumors circulating
about me since I'd arrived in New York.
 
"Wanna line, babe?" Ashton grinned, rolling up a hundred dollar bill and placing
it atop a mirror.
 
I licked my lips, "Coke or heroin?"
 
"Does it matter?" Hunter grinned wiping his nose.
 
I shrugged, sitting down next them.
 
"That's my good little princess," Hunter laughed as I snorted the lines that had
been layer out for me.
 
It wasn't either. I could tell by the way my body felt that it was Molly. I
smiled watching the girls sliding out of clothes, and none of them were any of
my friends thank god.
 
A few seconds later I felt a tap on my shoulder.
 
"Jacqueline, right?" a familiar looking girl asked.
 
I nodded trying to place her, Cessa's cousin Dylan.
 
"Have you seen Cessa? She told me to meet her here ages ago but I can't find
her," she looked concerned, and gorgeous.
 
I tried to remember the last time I saw her, "I think last time I saw her she
was dancing with some of our friends but that was forever ago.. Maybe she left
with Candace, I saw her dip out like fifteen minutes ago."
 
"Hmm," she sighed, sitting next to me practically in my lap due to how crowded
the couch was.
 
Hunter, Ashton, and Dylan seemed to know each other decently well.
 
Hunter smiled, "Want a line? It's Molly.."
 
"Sure," she grinned, once finished she stood up, "Want to dance?"
 
I shrugged, "Okay."
 
Looking back at Ashton as she pulled me through the dance floor the things he
was mouthing made me grin even harder.
 
I could the beat of the music as she danced close to me.
 
Eventually we ended up onstage, and I was glad that Cessa was no longer filming,
I hoped no one us but I doubted it. Oh well, I was rolling so hard that nothing
mattered.
 
Grinding against Dylan, I kissed her, a long, deep, hard kiss which sent the
people around us wild but that didn't matter all that did was the cherry taste
of her lips.
 
"Let's get out of here," Dylan whispered in my ear, pulling me off the stage before we could have taken off any of our clothes like so many of the other intoxicated girls.
 
Once outsides the humid air hit me hard causing me to sober up a little, but not enough.
 
"I'll hail a taxi, back to your's?" Dylan grinned.
 
I shook my head which I turn made her look extremely confused.
 
"I've got a driver," I explained pulling her towards my limo.
 
I'd broken nearly all the rules that were placed upon me tonight already, I
might as well break them all.
 
My phone beeped, I glanced at it quickly.
 
/hblake: our little princess is quite the sexy little devil, ash./
/ashtrey: I know I mean just look at this picture../
 
Below the messages was a picture that would make me regret this whole night in
the morning but for now I didn't give a fcuk.
 
[included; @mathemmatics @expiredsunshine @xxsuperhero @modadea @young-grasshopper]

fcuk my fcuking life i just made a thing that took me forever to write and then polyvore was like 'we can not process you request at this time. and sorry i'm behind there is a crazy storm system beating the siht out of my house right meow. oh also the titles on the royals are probably wrong and i'll add a friends and enemy section later, but if you want to comment and help me do it quicker that'd be lovely :3
 
- - the links - -
tryout; http://www.polyvore.com/you_youre_disaster_yeah_master/set?id=49886780
intro; http://www.polyvore.com/monarchy_roses_tonight_cloth_between/set?id=50426248
collection; http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/collection?id=1597092
 
- - the girl - -
jacqueline grimaldi, 18.
likes: expensive alcohols, rain, being up high, french food, challenges, lacy lingerie, being reckless, art, keeping secrets, old books, taking risks, cats, traveling, new york times crossword puzzle, various drugs, scary movies, witty conversations, doing new things, casual sex.
dislikes: sports, being underground in subways, religions, dogs, not being able to smoke everywhere, repetitive things, reality tv, love, boring and stupid people, judgements, bright pastel colors, tabloids, weak coffee, insects, fears of any sort.
bio: jacqueline grimaldi, princess of monaco, has always been a little out of control hiding it well but after a few mishaps her father, prince louis (yes the infamous blair's first husband), suggested she move to new york city for the summer. while princesses are supposed to be kind, meek, optimistic, polite, and well tempered jacq tends to be a bit blunt, outspoken, dark, and uncontrollable. thus far monaco's public has always been responsive to her but after her last few mistakes it was decided she needed some time away from the lime light too bad her father sent jacq to a city that gossip girl has eyes all over, literally. oh louis don't you ever learn gossip girl was the downfall of your first marriage but will it have the same effect on your daughter and her reputation?
secret(s): well jacq's not exactly straight and that is one thing the monarchy will not stand for to get out which drives her to rely on certain substances more than most of her peers.
relationship status: single, for now.
model: karlie kloss
 
- - the family - -
 
prince louis grimaldi, 50.
ruler of monaco since his mother stepped down ten years ago. louis was married to blair waldorf-bass before their false and loveless marriage finally came into an end. he and jacqueline haven't gotten along well for quite some time now, but he loves her. how ever the pressure of having the perfect family is definitely starting to destroy their relationship. plus, louis has recently found out some secrets about his daughter that are eating him alive. and now he's given a daughter who needs love and supervision a large amount of distance and freedom.
(hugo becker)
 
princess estee johnson-grimaldi, 45.
charlotte is the perfect princess, minus the pedigree. she's got brains, looks, and a kind heart. she's almost sickeningly sweet. too bad she's easily distracted from her family, instead focusing on charities and public appearances to notice her own daughter is in need of her help. while charlotte is off being the perfect daughter in law jacqueline's going to be thousands of miles away spiraling out of control.
(charlotte graham)
 
princess camille grimaldi, 11.
camille is practically half of jacqueline's age and might already be the number one choice for the crown at this point. camille is the spitting image of her mother. time will only tell if that is a good thing or not. camille's got the perfect temperament for the wife of a ruler but lacks the independence to rule a country on her own it seems thus far.
(young abigail breslin)
 
her serene highness sophia grace-grimaldi, 78.
sophia became the sole ruler of monaco after her husband's death when louis was only ten. ruling monaco on her own for around thirty years without actually being a part of monaco's royal family surprised most of the political world. but now that sophia's been apart of the grimaldi family for about sixty years statics show that she might just be the most well liked royal in quite some time. when louis turned forty she stepped down giving control of the principality to him which shocked many due to the country nearly being split in support between him and beatrice. sophia chose him because of his bright out look but is beginning to fear the responsibility is destroying that. another surprising thing is that sophia would chose jacqi for next in line, but she might be the only one.
(julie andrews in princess diaries)
 
lady beatrice grimaldi-harrison, 48.
(roxanne mesquida)
[ i'd figured i'd let you do a little blurb for beatrice and lourdes and any siblings she has, but you don't have to @missmaddieweasley ]
lady lourdes harrison, 21.
(chiara ferragni)
 
the guys----->
maxwell evans, 21.
max and jacqi have know each other for as long as they remember, their parents are very close friends. this led to max and jacqi spending every vacation and holiday together until max turned eighteen leaving fifteen year old jacqi on her own without her best friend. turns out he's majoring in english at nyu, and currently living in the city interning for the new york times. he's always been a good influence on jacqi and maybe he can keep her from spiraling out of control, or maybe he'll make it worse. after all they haven't seen each other in three years and a lot has changed.
(ian harding)
 
ashton mills, 20.
ashton and his best friend, and cousin, hunter have grown up new york since toddlers but never quite fit in with all the other use teens. ashton likes tattoos and bar brawls causing him to stick out like a sore thumb. he's quick tempered and rich, he's father is an oil tycoon, enough to buy his way out of all the trouble he causes. he and jacq met on her first night in town (they hooked up) and have stayed friends, just friends, since.
(cole mohr)
 
hunter blake, 19.
hunter is ashton's other half. they like the same things; trouble, alcohol, tattoos, expensive cars, designer drugs, women, and hurting people. unlike ashton, hunter causes pain in another, nonviolent, way. mind games are his favorite thing to play and he's gotten quite good. after all his father is one of america's biggest lawyers, lying is his specialty. ashton and hunter were already a dangerous pair, add a princess into the mix and things could get very messy.
(ash stymest)
 

the secret----->
dylan larkin, 20.
dylan has been grown up in upstate new york but came to nearly every upper east side event with her family. dylan fell in love with new york at a very young age, but not her parent's nyc, she likes greenwich, dive bars, unknown galleries, and is studying film at nyu. her mother was never very accepting of dylan's sexuality, despite her own brother's, and partying ways. dylan spent a lot of time visiting her cousin francesca and her uncles down south, now francesca's moved to new york and dylan's glad to have her but also a little concerned. dylan is reckless and wild but can be caring at times. she's a whirlwind of contradictions.
(bambi northwood-blythe)

this is an extremely awkward set which i did not give enough time too but i'm busy tomorrow and wanted to get it done today..
 
the eyes
monarchy of roses - red hot chili peppers; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOgFHMEJMeY
jacqueline grmialdi
intro
 
- - information - -
 
Name: Jacqueline Grimaldi
Age: Eighteen.
Parents: Estee Grimaldi (Charlotte Graham) and Louis Grimaldi (Hugo Becker)
Likes: expensive alcohols, rain, being up high, french food, challenges, lacy lingerie, being reckless, art, keeping secrets, old books, taking risks, cats, traveling, new york times crossword puzzle, various drugs, scary movies, witty conversations, doing new things, casual sex.
Dislikes: sports, being underground in subways, religions, dogs, not being able to smoke everywhere, repetitive things, reality tv, love, boring and stupid people, judgements, bright pastel colors, tabloids, weak coffee, insects, fears of any sort.
Bio: Jacqueline Grimaldi, Princess of Monaco, has always been a little out of control hiding it well but after a few mishaps her father, Prince Louis (yes the infamous Blair's first husband), suggested she move to New York City for the summer. While princesses are supposed to be kind, meek, optimistic, polite, and well tempered Jacq tends to be a bit blunt, outspoken, dark, and uncontrollable. Thus far Monaco's public has always been responsive to her but after her last few mistakes it was decided she needed some time away from the lime light too bad her father sent Jacq to a city that Gossip Girl has eyes all over, literally. Oh Louis don't you ever learn Gossip Girl was the downfall of your first marriage but will it have the same effect on your daughter and her reputation?
Secret(s): well jacq's not exactly straight and that is one thing the monarchy will not stand for to get out which drives her to rely on certain substances more than most of her peers.
Relationship status: single, for now.
Model: karlie kloss
Taken by: youknowyoureright // madi
 
- - important links - -
 
collection: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/collection?id=1597092
tryout: http://www.polyvore.com/you_youre_disaster_yeah_master/set?id=49886780
 
- - say hello - -
 
hi, i'm jacqueline, please just call me jacq or jacqi, grimaldi. i'm new to the city and i don't know that many people. i can't wait to get to know you all.
xo, jacq.
 
[comment if you think they'd be friends, enemies, freneimes, acquaintances, or whatever because i'm always bad at deciding that haha. feel free to include jacq in any stories, no need to ask permission, and i'm always up for collabing if someone would like to.]
 
- - question - -
 
if someone wanted to be totally awesome and let me create a (unplayable) character, a girl named Dylan, that would be Jacq's female love interest that's connected to someone in some way, like step-sister/sister/cousin, since that's important to my story line for her you should pm me thus becoming the greatest person ever. or if anyone else's character would be a possible love interest themselves.but if not that is totally understandable.
 
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this set is horrible, but i'm in a rush. i'm on vacay and have the worst internet service. but all the parts i like keep getting taken so i've made this one very quickly, i apologize for it's awfulness. blake's personality is highly dependent on having a best friend but ilke no one i know tried out for this group soooo if i am lucky enough to get this part then one of you should volunteer ;3 i think i'm supposed to tag you so @ps-saeglopur
 
rock that body; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pl_t6IHuw_o
 
Name: Blake Covington
Nickname: it's just Blake unless your one of her best friends then it's B or anything you want really.
Age: 17
 
[this is all pre-chosen, please do not make it up yourself]
Element: Fire
Circle: Phyru
Song: Rock That Body by Black Eyed Peas
Word: Besotted
Quote: "Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend."
 
Good Qualities: adventurous, extremely intelligent, brave, too honest, loyal.
Bad Qualities: tempermental, mischievous, skeptical, a bit manipulative, reckless.
Bio: Being from Ellendale, North Dakota which barely has 1,000 residents I never really fit in. I didn't fit in my family, or the town. My dad's the police chief, irony I know, and my mom doesn't have a job but all of her time is spent working with the church, school, and hospital. My four siblings are the perfect offspring of my parents. Alyssa the 21 year old virgin who just got engaged to one of the towns doctors, Kevin left his dreams of football scholarships behind to join the police force at 19 like our father did, then there is me, Thomas is 15 and the varsity quarterback, and last but not least there is Ella who is 13 and the perfect little Christian girl. So how exactly did I turn out like this? Who knows. But quite opposite to all my family I just couldn't behave growing up in Ellendale, it was all so boring, especially the girls. But I wasn't, I liked dancing and drinking and f.ucking. But after I hooked up with the prom queen's boyfriend things got a little chaotic. Everyone hated me, well the girls at least. So I lost the little friends I had and then it was just me. One day my parents realized what was going on and were horrified which lead to a fight that ended with me storming off to the barn pissed as h.ell and accidentally burning it down… with my hands. So when the letter from Mareille Dupont Lycee arrived inviting me to a catholic boarding school my parents were more than happy to send me and I was just as happy to leave the place that was turning me crazy, or so I thought.
 
Likes: being away from home, dancing, traveling, strong coffees and liquors, causing trouble, candles, sex, cigarettes, cats, boys, her best friend
Dislikes: gaining weight, ellendale, boring people, sitting still, being told what to do, religion, farm animals,
Hobbies: dancing; structured and non-structured
Quirks/Bad Habits: interrupting people, smoking in places she shouldn't, constantly showing up late for everything
Style: Her styles mainly grunge mixed with a bit of artsy high fashion; lot's of dark colors, lace and leather, boot heels, drastic makeup. Not many people could pull it off but she does pretty well.
Model: Ginta Lapina
 
QUESTIONS:
1. Where are you from and who do you live with when you're not dorming at school (Holidays, breaks, summer)?
With my family in Ellendale, unfortunately.
 
2. What is your favorite subject at school and why?
My favorite course would have to be the forced ballroom dancing lessons. i already know how but I just love dancing so much. It's very relaxing to me but i'm not sure if that's counted as a course. But besides I guess my favorite would be Psychology. I like learning how the mind works, it's interesting.. and helpful.
 
3. Generally what kind of people are you friends with?
I didn't have that many friends growing up. Mainly just guys who wanted to get in my pants. But the few girls I was friends with I knew from dance classes growing up and then there were the ones I met a clubs a few towns over. I just like people who like to have fun, and don't judge me on what I do. I love my best friend even though we aren't that alike.
 
4. How do you feel about the school? Did you want to come or were you forced by your parents?
I like the school a lot, I mean I don' like the school school part of it but I like the magic of it all. And being away from my family and Ellendale is a big plus. I wasn't sure how I felt about it at first, I knew I wanted to get away but a catholic school didn't sound that great. It's pretty fun though, I dislike all the rules though.
 
-out of character-
5. How did you interpret the song, word, and quote and how did you apply it to your character?
I interpreted the song as referring to her confidence and I tied it with her character by making her confident, promiscuous, and a dancer. She's like the pretty popular girl who all the boys want with a cold heart, but then the quote made me throw in a twist. She has a weak point for her best friend and her circle even though they might not alway get along because the group is like something she's never had before. And she'll do anything to protect them. But to the rest of the world she's cold and cruel, manipulative and destructive. And as for her word of besotted it's kind of what I'm basing her whole personality off of. Her love for life, sex, alcohol, boys, and friends. Everything is intoxicating for her. And her personality shows that which in turn draws people in to her.
 
Top Three Characters:
1. blake covington
2. sutton fischer
3. isobel marin

-i switched models, but if it is a deal breaker i'd go back to lily. i just feel that she looks too old to be eighteen. also, if you have any suggestions on someone who would be better than tallulah let me know but i think she's pretty suitable she might be to rebellous though.-
 
itchin' on a photograph - grouplove
 
NAME; catherine novenkakov, 18
MAJOR; photography
HOMETOWN; moscow, russia
BIO; catherine (born catarina) is yves' little sister. both girls were born in russia, both girls raised under the same roof, but it seems, the two are polar opposites. catherine liked girly things and well, she liked to look good. while her older sister was trained in music, catherine good never focus during piano lessens, so she quit, though she became quite an academic genius. once she moved to america, she learned english first, she got the first american boyfriend, changed her russian name to an american one, legally, and she even got better grades than yves. everything between the two sisters was a competition, one that catherine seemed to excel at. she always knew she was her parents favorite, and sometimes, she felt bad for her older sister. she always tried so hard, but she did the wrong thing. catherine lied for the sake of her parents and she knew she was protecting them. but in her senior year at the convent of sacred heart, once yves was away at college, something clicked inside catherine. this is /not/ what i want. i don't want to be daddy's little girl. i don't want to be a carbon copy of mom. i want to be me. catherine novenkakov. she easily got into yale and followed her sister, but instead of doing what daddy wanted and going into law, she did what /she/ wanted. she went into photography. cat's pictures are quite the best, and that, she knows. she thrives in her subject, another thing to anger her sister. and she even got into lit her freshman year, much to yves' dismay. but the thing is, catherine's tired of the fighting. she wants to regain the relationship between her and her sister. can yves come around? or will a life be lost first?
MODEL; tallulah morton
TAKEN BY; @youknowyoureright // madi [hopefully]
 
The room was silent. Except from the noise flowing from Yves's finger tips as she played the piano.
 
I lifted the vintage Canon AE-1, it was my newest thrift store find, to my eye and focused softly on Yves's fingers as they danced upon the keys.
 
And then once again on her face, she looked so at peace, so serene. She never looks like this when I'm around, er, when she knows I'm around.
 
The camera shutter clicked as there was a pause in the music.
 
Yves's eyes flew open as she noticed my presence. Her free stature was gone and replaced by an angry shut off pose.
 
"What do you want Catarina?" her voice was cold.
 
"Catherine," I sighed.
 
"What do you want?" she said with the same tone.
 
I stared at the camera hanging loosely around my neck.
 
Why had I come here?
 
I mumbled, "I was thinking about going to Miya's for some sushi. Do you want to come?"
 
"No," she snapped.
 
I sighed, "Okay."
 
I don't even know why I try sometimes
 
"I have class," she said getting up quickly.
 
She was lying. But I didn't follow her. She was already gone, talking to people like her. People who were independent. People who were themselves and knew who they were.
 
I just wanted to leave home and become my own person. I thought maybe Yale could do that for me like it had for Yves, and just maybe it'd make us friends. It hadn't yet. So far all I'd done was manage to make Yves miserable.
 
Feeling alone in the music studio I wandered aimlessly ending up in the one place where everything felt right in the world.
 
The darkroom.
 
In the dark I found peace, no personal issue disrupted me here. It was just me and my prints.
 
I dropped the piece of paper into the developer and watched as Yves appeared upon the page.
 
After a minute I moved it onto the stop waiting for thirty seconds to pass by and then into the fix where it would stay for five minutes swaying in the cool chemicals.
 
I waited impatiently for the photo to rinse off so it could be dried.
 
The left over water dripped down my dress and stockings as I carried the print to the drier.
 
Holding the warm print in my hand, it was perfect.
 
Maybe I had found my place. Yves would accept me soon enough, and if she didn't she would just have to deal with me trying to fix things until she accepted me.
 
"The lab is closing," someone called over my shoulder pulling me out of my thoughts.
 
It was already midnight. I could get lost in time in here.
 
I yawned. Coffee had been the only thing keeping me going for quite sometime now.
 
Only one stop till I could curl up in bed. Yves dorm. i wouldn't knock or try to talk to her. I just wanted to leave this for her. She deserved it. It was the most beautiful I'd ever seen my sister look.
 
top 3 besides catherine;
-calypso.
-hadley.
-mirka.

sorry it's late and hideous - hectic week to say the least.
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ssu
nic silver
intro
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meet nic;
Nicolette 'Nic' Silver, 19.
"I just don't want to die without a few scars." - Chuck Palahniuk
Likes: music, the smell of old books, coffee, her blog, bruises, venice beach, cigarettes, snakes, indie movies, sarcasm, drugs, her dad and his band, scars, oddities, traveling, skateboarding, cats, live shows, pizza, casual sex, tattoos, screwing with people, crossword puzzles, sunglasses, adventures, messy rooms, artistic people.
Dislikes: societal standards, boredom, reality tv, cops, her mother, high school, religious people, staying in one place, idiotic girls, overly organized people, rules, her many (ex)step-moms, fake contacts, jocks, boredom, plastic surgery, s.hitty music, fake friends, gold diggers, paparazzi.
Major: creative writing with a minor in psychology.
Style: music influenced, dark, rebellious, vintage, graphic tees, wild, edgy, lots of boots, with little a hippie and indie thrown into the mix, really just whatever strikes her eye.
Bio: Every /town/ has that one 'bad' girl that no one can seem to figure out and that shouldn't really fit in, but somehow she does. Well, in Beverly Hills that girl is Nic, even though no one here is really that saintly, at all. With a winning combinations of genes from a rockstar and a french supermodel everything she does oozes the kind of I don't give a s.hit cool that everyone, even if they won't admit it, envies at some point. Nic started a blog when she was thirteen where she reviewed music, movies, books, and art; ranted about politics and people; and post her own writing. She ended up being a very gifted writer, and quite bright, somehow. So what if Nic may a bit on the dark side, aren't most all writers? She's got the tormented soul and the stories to tell that's for sure. Her life growing up has been a little complicated. Mainly raised by her father, after her parents divorce and her mother's subsequent move back to Paris, Nic has been taking care of herself for most of her life. And sometimes even taking care of her father. With annoying amounts of step-moms coming and going, she was often left to pick up the pieces. But, her childhood definitely had it's perks; complete and total freedom to drink, do drugs, go to any party she pleased, travel the world in tour buses, or do whatever she wanted, with lack of any parental judgement. Today her relationship with her mother is strained, more like practically nonexistent. And while she loves her father, she's growing annoyed of having to take care of him. She's considering moving to Seattle, or anywhere, but for now she's sticking around.
Storyboard: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=39482250&.msg=BQcCAAAAAQQDAAAABAoLU2V0IHVwZGF0ZWQAAAAHY29udGVudAoENTAwMAAAAAhkdXJhdGlvbgoDbXNnAAAABHR5cGUIgQAAAAlmYWRlX2F3YXk
Model: Taylor Warren
Taken by: @youknowyoureright // madi
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I'm Nic. I'm not good with normal people. But, hey, that's not my fault. You know who I was raised by, what more could you expect? Give me a few drinks and maybe a little something else and I'm sure we can be friends, well sort of.
xx, Nic.
 

{and if anyone would like to be nic's dorm-mate(s) that'd be very much liked. oh, and you may also comment with anything concerning their relationship or past if you'd be so obliged.}