the road to success is always under construction.
credits to Nadia and retro glamour + hollywod fame.
dear everyone,
y o u - a r e - b e a u t i f u l
dear everyone,
y o u - a r e - b e a u t i f u l
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(credit to camille for the doll. god, this sucks. i'm going to try to improve it later)
WEDNESDAY, MAY 11TH: As you already know, nights in Rome are always big. Marina has decided to host a futuristic, Lady Gaga-esque party at Alien.
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who wants to be included?
xx, soph.
WEDNESDAY, MAY 11TH: As you already know, nights in Rome are always big. Marina has decided to host a futuristic, Lady Gaga-esque party at Alien.
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who wants to be included?
xx, soph.
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(collab with deidra)
TUESDAY, MAY 10TH: FREE DAY
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tugging on my gold balmain blazer, i looked cautiously over at the cars zooming by and in a few sonds, i rushed over and walked across the paved road. i made it to other side and slowed down my paced as i craned my neck to look over at a specific coffee house. i've been usually spending my time in the apt. alone ever since my brother and i broke out to that fight. i never regret doing to that for him, because he needed to experience the real world and shouldn't have his younger sister babying him and providing for him at this age. my train of thought came to halt when i reached the 'la guarro coffee house' and the warm air and various sweet scents surrounded me as i entered. immediatley, i took of my blazer and jammed it in my handbag. looking around the room, i smiled when i saw marina perched on her seat at a table in the corner.
once i got over, i called over;
"marina, hi love!"
she turned over with a smile across her face and greeted me. i placed by bag down on the spare chair and took a seat across her.
we both ordered a small drink when the barista offered us anything. i looked at her long, sorrowful face.
"so, how are you?" i asked sympathetically.
(deidra, tell me if you want me to change anything and i was think you can continue for here!)
TUESDAY, MAY 10TH: FREE DAY
-
tugging on my gold balmain blazer, i looked cautiously over at the cars zooming by and in a few sonds, i rushed over and walked across the paved road. i made it to other side and slowed down my paced as i craned my neck to look over at a specific coffee house. i've been usually spending my time in the apt. alone ever since my brother and i broke out to that fight. i never regret doing to that for him, because he needed to experience the real world and shouldn't have his younger sister babying him and providing for him at this age. my train of thought came to halt when i reached the 'la guarro coffee house' and the warm air and various sweet scents surrounded me as i entered. immediatley, i took of my blazer and jammed it in my handbag. looking around the room, i smiled when i saw marina perched on her seat at a table in the corner.
once i got over, i called over;
"marina, hi love!"
she turned over with a smile across her face and greeted me. i placed by bag down on the spare chair and took a seat across her.
we both ordered a small drink when the barista offered us anything. i looked at her long, sorrowful face.
"so, how are you?" i asked sympathetically.
(deidra, tell me if you want me to change anything and i was think you can continue for here!)
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☈ nastasya ozera
age (looks)- 18
age (reality)- 512
hometown- st. petersberg, russia
birthday- may 15th
bio- nastasya is judas' second in command of the new york coven and she handles pressure well. she is like the priestess' voice of reason, and she is pretty much like that with every other vampire. she hails straight from the russian hills, like most vampires, and she enjoys drinking tru blood, sleeping in her coffin, and (despite contrary belief) wearing silver crosses around her slim, pale neck. whenever she smiles or talks to humans, she hides her fangs and she is very polite. she believes that they are people too and she is very kind. but place this little porcelain looking doll in front of a pack of zombie, nastasya will kick ass and take names. she is a kind girl who loves everything. and ironically, nastasya always hangs around animals. also, before tru blood, whenever she'd drink, she never once killed a single human. she isn't quite your typical vampire.
looks- vlada roslyakova
taken by- open for tryout.
+ + +
top three;
nastasya ozera – vlada roslyakova
petra nostrokov – diana moldovan
lolina marie redbird – isabeli fontana
+ + +
in the polyvore roleplaying community, you come across roleplays based on a movie or book series, or a roleplay about socialites and models living in a city. however, this roleplay stands out to me it’s so cutting edge and drastically creative and imaginative. i love how there are groupings of characters and how it’s a totally unique and different location. leo and sophia, you girls are epic, talented mods and i’d love to be in bvdc. i love writing, making sets, and interacting with others. i think this roleplay will challenge my writing skills for me to write about an unrealistic place like this that’s not in the norm. it’s safe to say, i’m a good writer and i love drama (within the roleplay) and i promise to follow the guidelines and be active. and i really hope you consider me for the part, I really like this character and the model! I’m actually fine with getting my other choices, this roleplay looks awesome!
+ + +
“where are you going?” a smooth voice boomed over behind me as i tried to slither out the french-esque door, towering me, look down at me. with pleasure or disappointment? i honestly didn’t know. the vivid designs confused me. and it’s graceful brass doorknob had an alluring essence screaming for me to turn. however, I recognized that voice and contracted back and halted to stop, i craned my neck and turned around. my wide, shaking blue eyes looked at the tall curvy figure. all i could see was the scarce silhouette of the face of figure, the body was turned sideways and it intensively gazed at the deep, rich burgundy curtains. its fingers slow ran up against the curtain stroking it. finally, she stepped forward look at me with a stern face.
“yes, judas?” i responded cooly, slowly stepping near her and positioned myself behind her. noticing she was squinting her eyes deeply at the empty corner of the den, an innocent spider sprawled out on the ground. and frankly out of all the beautifully woven tapestries and paintings, it was the only thing i noticed oddly enough. judas turned towards me, still in thought.
“i have to add some personal touches to a gown. it might take a while, fetch one of ‘us’ to go kill a roaming, lost human and bring back its heart. fresh. i’ll have jerome captivate it to adorn my tavern.” she hissed, pointing her jagged nails straight at the door and suddenly that alluring feeling to go banished. i was with others murdering humans for sickly objectives but when I was ordered to cause the death myself. the fact being a vampire made this flaw more strange, but i couldn’t personally do it myself. and i knew if someone else would bring the heart to judas there was a chance of her approval and praise leading to my downfall as her ‘second in command’ and it was unlikely that would happen. a day at a play in my life in the modern ages, trigged an idea in my head.
“right away, judas. actually if you want the job done, i’ll personally retrieve the heart myself. expect it hung in your room, the small amounts of light hitting on it.” i smiled fauxly, moving a loose strand of hair from her intricate shoulder pad.
“you?” judas smirked, then grimaced, “i’ve known you long enough not to bare murder of humans.”
i dug my uncut fingernails through my palm in anger. in advance, i should know judas was keen enough to figure me out. however, she wasn’t keen enough to know we need as much people – including human and if she couldn’t come to her senses, i would have to do her part for her. there was a reason i was called her voice of reason.
“judas, your honor. i’m not one to say ‘life is too short’, but it’s definitely not long enough. that is why i’ve been cogitating and realized to survive under these conditions i should improve providing for my kind and others.” i tried and kept a stern face. though I was somehow curious to read her expression and see if she was feeding into my lie. after a long pause, i saw her contemplating gaze and soon enough she responded,
“well then, off with you.” she ordered as i sauntered towards the door and walked out, looking back at her slowly grace up the spindling stair case. then, i turned back and sprinted. i sprinted, not breaking a sweat. everything passed by me quickly as i zoomed on the desolated road. my time on earth has never been so lonely and deserted as it was now. soon enough, i reached the forest. the strong scent of fire and musk coagulated around me and i exhaled for a slight breeze but still felt in contempt. I slowly began wondering in the shortly cut stubs, watching my precariously. hour after hour, i went deep to find what i was looking for. I cut across some dead flowers, they lay motionless, nothing to say, no purpose in this world. and once i made it through the meadow, i stopped in delight to see just what i was look for. for some odd reason, a boar was buried under a few dozen leaves, i scattered them off and positioned it in an angled way and dug my fangs, quickly making an incision above its neck and ruthlessly dug in with my bare hands. i wiped off the excessive blood coming out to my hands on the leaves and went under the lungs and found the motionless heart, smothering it with a dangling cloth from my bag, I jammed it inside and hauled the pig my the rear and carefully dumped it to the meadow. even though the animal was already dead, it really killed me to de-face it like this. animals were beautiful – just like all normal or abnormal creatures. what happened to the times of great theologians like erasmus and machiavelli to put some common sense to people’s heads? well, they were long gone and long dead. i sped back to the commons were judas’s workers were and gave the proper orders to freeze the heart and decorate it.
“job well done, nastasya.” judas’s voice slurred behind me, “but how could you have not it without a knife?”
“fangs, of course,” i quickly responded, and quick enough for her to suspect anything, “humans are too slow for us, non?”
she shrugged with a watchful eye and soon walked away with discomfort, “i expect you to actually live your life for once. all work and play for centuries is awful, come with me to view some of my woven tapestries and custom wine.” she offered slyly and graced away in awe and mystery leaving me for spoken in the cool, evening air quickly darkening in the remains of it all.
xx,
nat
age (looks)- 18
age (reality)- 512
hometown- st. petersberg, russia
birthday- may 15th
bio- nastasya is judas' second in command of the new york coven and she handles pressure well. she is like the priestess' voice of reason, and she is pretty much like that with every other vampire. she hails straight from the russian hills, like most vampires, and she enjoys drinking tru blood, sleeping in her coffin, and (despite contrary belief) wearing silver crosses around her slim, pale neck. whenever she smiles or talks to humans, she hides her fangs and she is very polite. she believes that they are people too and she is very kind. but place this little porcelain looking doll in front of a pack of zombie, nastasya will kick ass and take names. she is a kind girl who loves everything. and ironically, nastasya always hangs around animals. also, before tru blood, whenever she'd drink, she never once killed a single human. she isn't quite your typical vampire.
looks- vlada roslyakova
taken by- open for tryout.
+ + +
top three;
nastasya ozera – vlada roslyakova
petra nostrokov – diana moldovan
lolina marie redbird – isabeli fontana
+ + +
in the polyvore roleplaying community, you come across roleplays based on a movie or book series, or a roleplay about socialites and models living in a city. however, this roleplay stands out to me it’s so cutting edge and drastically creative and imaginative. i love how there are groupings of characters and how it’s a totally unique and different location. leo and sophia, you girls are epic, talented mods and i’d love to be in bvdc. i love writing, making sets, and interacting with others. i think this roleplay will challenge my writing skills for me to write about an unrealistic place like this that’s not in the norm. it’s safe to say, i’m a good writer and i love drama (within the roleplay) and i promise to follow the guidelines and be active. and i really hope you consider me for the part, I really like this character and the model! I’m actually fine with getting my other choices, this roleplay looks awesome!
+ + +
“where are you going?” a smooth voice boomed over behind me as i tried to slither out the french-esque door, towering me, look down at me. with pleasure or disappointment? i honestly didn’t know. the vivid designs confused me. and it’s graceful brass doorknob had an alluring essence screaming for me to turn. however, I recognized that voice and contracted back and halted to stop, i craned my neck and turned around. my wide, shaking blue eyes looked at the tall curvy figure. all i could see was the scarce silhouette of the face of figure, the body was turned sideways and it intensively gazed at the deep, rich burgundy curtains. its fingers slow ran up against the curtain stroking it. finally, she stepped forward look at me with a stern face.
“yes, judas?” i responded cooly, slowly stepping near her and positioned myself behind her. noticing she was squinting her eyes deeply at the empty corner of the den, an innocent spider sprawled out on the ground. and frankly out of all the beautifully woven tapestries and paintings, it was the only thing i noticed oddly enough. judas turned towards me, still in thought.
“i have to add some personal touches to a gown. it might take a while, fetch one of ‘us’ to go kill a roaming, lost human and bring back its heart. fresh. i’ll have jerome captivate it to adorn my tavern.” she hissed, pointing her jagged nails straight at the door and suddenly that alluring feeling to go banished. i was with others murdering humans for sickly objectives but when I was ordered to cause the death myself. the fact being a vampire made this flaw more strange, but i couldn’t personally do it myself. and i knew if someone else would bring the heart to judas there was a chance of her approval and praise leading to my downfall as her ‘second in command’ and it was unlikely that would happen. a day at a play in my life in the modern ages, trigged an idea in my head.
“right away, judas. actually if you want the job done, i’ll personally retrieve the heart myself. expect it hung in your room, the small amounts of light hitting on it.” i smiled fauxly, moving a loose strand of hair from her intricate shoulder pad.
“you?” judas smirked, then grimaced, “i’ve known you long enough not to bare murder of humans.”
i dug my uncut fingernails through my palm in anger. in advance, i should know judas was keen enough to figure me out. however, she wasn’t keen enough to know we need as much people – including human and if she couldn’t come to her senses, i would have to do her part for her. there was a reason i was called her voice of reason.
“judas, your honor. i’m not one to say ‘life is too short’, but it’s definitely not long enough. that is why i’ve been cogitating and realized to survive under these conditions i should improve providing for my kind and others.” i tried and kept a stern face. though I was somehow curious to read her expression and see if she was feeding into my lie. after a long pause, i saw her contemplating gaze and soon enough she responded,
“well then, off with you.” she ordered as i sauntered towards the door and walked out, looking back at her slowly grace up the spindling stair case. then, i turned back and sprinted. i sprinted, not breaking a sweat. everything passed by me quickly as i zoomed on the desolated road. my time on earth has never been so lonely and deserted as it was now. soon enough, i reached the forest. the strong scent of fire and musk coagulated around me and i exhaled for a slight breeze but still felt in contempt. I slowly began wondering in the shortly cut stubs, watching my precariously. hour after hour, i went deep to find what i was looking for. I cut across some dead flowers, they lay motionless, nothing to say, no purpose in this world. and once i made it through the meadow, i stopped in delight to see just what i was look for. for some odd reason, a boar was buried under a few dozen leaves, i scattered them off and positioned it in an angled way and dug my fangs, quickly making an incision above its neck and ruthlessly dug in with my bare hands. i wiped off the excessive blood coming out to my hands on the leaves and went under the lungs and found the motionless heart, smothering it with a dangling cloth from my bag, I jammed it inside and hauled the pig my the rear and carefully dumped it to the meadow. even though the animal was already dead, it really killed me to de-face it like this. animals were beautiful – just like all normal or abnormal creatures. what happened to the times of great theologians like erasmus and machiavelli to put some common sense to people’s heads? well, they were long gone and long dead. i sped back to the commons were judas’s workers were and gave the proper orders to freeze the heart and decorate it.
“job well done, nastasya.” judas’s voice slurred behind me, “but how could you have not it without a knife?”
“fangs, of course,” i quickly responded, and quick enough for her to suspect anything, “humans are too slow for us, non?”
she shrugged with a watchful eye and soon walked away with discomfort, “i expect you to actually live your life for once. all work and play for centuries is awful, come with me to view some of my woven tapestries and custom wine.” she offered slyly and graced away in awe and mystery leaving me for spoken in the cool, evening air quickly darkening in the remains of it all.
xx,
nat
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http://www.polyvore.com/2011_summer_trends/collection?id=900887
bored overcame me so i decided to make a collection on summer trends. fave and comment?
checkitttttt.
http://www.polyvore.com/2011_summer_trends/collection?id=900887
http://www.polyvore.com/2011_summer_trends/collection?id=900887
http://www.polyvore.com/2011_summer_trends/collection?id=900887
bored overcame me so i decided to make a collection on summer trends. fave and comment?
checkitttttt.
http://www.polyvore.com/2011_summer_trends/collection?id=900887
http://www.polyvore.com/2011_summer_trends/collection?id=900887
http://www.polyvore.com/2011_summer_trends/collection?id=900887
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WEDNESDAY, APRIL 27TH: Free day.
You don't really have to make a set, but if you want you could.
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“sophie, remember to visit ms. contini’s penthouse, to make sure she’s confirmed for us to cater her party.” my assistant, marjorie piped up to me.
“why can’t I just call her?” i groaned, more stressed.
“she rather confirms and talk things over in person.” she called over from the computer, and we both rolled our eyes. i ran my fingers through my hair and paced across my office, completely stressed. all this work, and still no promotion and dealing with that cocky guy I kept running into, seth, was really loading down the stress on me.
“i see, when is she expecting me.” i said, putting on my coat.
“erm…ten minutes ago?” she cracked her voice.
“what?! why the hell didn’t you tell me?” I cried aloud, as she slipped back in her desk, before she could respond, a tall figure came in my room.
“ms. hart!” my bossy, beverly white, raged, looking at me
“yes?” I cringed nervously, my heart beating. did she know about me missing the meeting with ms. contini? by the look on her face, she did.
“out of all the girls in this business, you are the most punctual and there is so excuse you have can explain why you missed this meeting. allegra contini is a philanthropist and has a very busy schedule and if it wasn’t for me taking my own time to convince her to re-schedule. you will attend tomorrow at four pm, but you will not be getting the promotion. Each and every word came at me like daggers and I held back some tears until she left. I plopped down on my couch, once she left and took deep breathes. this promotion was my world, i worked my ass for it and for me to be that close and lose it just like that…the feeling was unexplainable. i looked over at marjorie who looked at me with her big eyes and itched her curly hair.
“sophie…i am SO sorry!” marjorie said, her bottom lip quivered.
“it’s fine.” i quietly said, standing up and leaving – with grace. going out of my office, I went down the elevator, down the stairwell and out the building to the stormy, dismal weather. It seemed everyone was looking down on me and everything was out of my favor. i just needed to blow some steam; talk to sam, he usually was there for me in situations like this. once I hailed a taxi cab, i was taken to my apt. and stepped out and made my inside and reached my room. i immediately burst in, and stopped in shock when I heard to crackling sound of stepping on a beer can and my catering magazine ripped an on the ground. a blur of bras, paper towels, and stains on the couch was around me and I saw my brother sitting on the ground, looking up at me. walking around the room in horror, i couldn’t say anything…i was speechless. sam knew I strived for organization and structure and he had the nerve to throw a fucking party and mess up the apartment this terrible. a rolled up brown paper bag on the table caught my eyes. I went towards it and picked it, and looked inside to see pot. and just there, i lost it.
“soph…” he began, but I interrupted.
“you are unbelievable. you don’t have a job and you can’t get one if it depends on your life, so i’m kind enough to take you in my place and even let you bed every girl in the city. which by the way, annoys the hell out of me. you’ll never grow up and you know what? when life turns on you and fucks you up, i won’t bother to help you. and this is a slap in the face to me when you ruin my apartment and have drugs and beer scattered everyone. i can evicted and thrown to jail for this! you know what? no…i’m done. i’m kicking you out. you have until the end of next month to get a job and find your own place. until then, i’m not talking to you.” i clenched at him, he looked at me with his big blue eyes expect me to fall in his trap but I wasn’t falling for it. i threw down a beer bottle at his feet and stormed out in complete anger. no, i didn’t regret what i did, I realized today that I had to put my foot down for the first time. how i would feel about this later? I didn’t know, but if I felt bad it would change my decision.
xx, soph.
You don't really have to make a set, but if you want you could.
-
“sophie, remember to visit ms. contini’s penthouse, to make sure she’s confirmed for us to cater her party.” my assistant, marjorie piped up to me.
“why can’t I just call her?” i groaned, more stressed.
“she rather confirms and talk things over in person.” she called over from the computer, and we both rolled our eyes. i ran my fingers through my hair and paced across my office, completely stressed. all this work, and still no promotion and dealing with that cocky guy I kept running into, seth, was really loading down the stress on me.
“i see, when is she expecting me.” i said, putting on my coat.
“erm…ten minutes ago?” she cracked her voice.
“what?! why the hell didn’t you tell me?” I cried aloud, as she slipped back in her desk, before she could respond, a tall figure came in my room.
“ms. hart!” my bossy, beverly white, raged, looking at me
“yes?” I cringed nervously, my heart beating. did she know about me missing the meeting with ms. contini? by the look on her face, she did.
“out of all the girls in this business, you are the most punctual and there is so excuse you have can explain why you missed this meeting. allegra contini is a philanthropist and has a very busy schedule and if it wasn’t for me taking my own time to convince her to re-schedule. you will attend tomorrow at four pm, but you will not be getting the promotion. Each and every word came at me like daggers and I held back some tears until she left. I plopped down on my couch, once she left and took deep breathes. this promotion was my world, i worked my ass for it and for me to be that close and lose it just like that…the feeling was unexplainable. i looked over at marjorie who looked at me with her big eyes and itched her curly hair.
“sophie…i am SO sorry!” marjorie said, her bottom lip quivered.
“it’s fine.” i quietly said, standing up and leaving – with grace. going out of my office, I went down the elevator, down the stairwell and out the building to the stormy, dismal weather. It seemed everyone was looking down on me and everything was out of my favor. i just needed to blow some steam; talk to sam, he usually was there for me in situations like this. once I hailed a taxi cab, i was taken to my apt. and stepped out and made my inside and reached my room. i immediately burst in, and stopped in shock when I heard to crackling sound of stepping on a beer can and my catering magazine ripped an on the ground. a blur of bras, paper towels, and stains on the couch was around me and I saw my brother sitting on the ground, looking up at me. walking around the room in horror, i couldn’t say anything…i was speechless. sam knew I strived for organization and structure and he had the nerve to throw a fucking party and mess up the apartment this terrible. a rolled up brown paper bag on the table caught my eyes. I went towards it and picked it, and looked inside to see pot. and just there, i lost it.
“soph…” he began, but I interrupted.
“you are unbelievable. you don’t have a job and you can’t get one if it depends on your life, so i’m kind enough to take you in my place and even let you bed every girl in the city. which by the way, annoys the hell out of me. you’ll never grow up and you know what? when life turns on you and fucks you up, i won’t bother to help you. and this is a slap in the face to me when you ruin my apartment and have drugs and beer scattered everyone. i can evicted and thrown to jail for this! you know what? no…i’m done. i’m kicking you out. you have until the end of next month to get a job and find your own place. until then, i’m not talking to you.” i clenched at him, he looked at me with his big blue eyes expect me to fall in his trap but I wasn’t falling for it. i threw down a beer bottle at his feet and stormed out in complete anger. no, i didn’t regret what i did, I realized today that I had to put my foot down for the first time. how i would feel about this later? I didn’t know, but if I felt bad it would change my decision.
xx, soph.
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SUNDAY, APRIL 24TH: Aria's family is hosting a Sunday brunch. It's another day to get to know everyone, so wear your Sunday's best and be ready to impress.
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the radiant sunrays gleamed at me as i walked over on the fresh cut grass in my miu miu heels. seeing, people dining on some appetizers, laughing, and having a good time. i smiled at people passing by and met aria, looking for someone in the bustling crowd.
"aria, hi dear." i beamed at her.
"hello shophie, liking the picnic?" she smirked, with a faux smile, tapping her flats on the ground.
" i absolutley loove it," i began when suddenly my eyes drifted to one of the waiters. and i began laughing. aria gave me a confused look, furrowing and eyebrow.
"oh, i just saw an old friend." i smirked, passing by her as i came up and look the so called waiter in the eye and they immediatley widened, "well who's waiting on a high-class luncheon?"
he was the douche i got in a foguth with last night. he really got to me for some reason. and that was the reason i was somehow happy to see him. i didn't really have many friends in rome and i guess he was the most entertaining. it was funny how as much as people outrage at fights they secretley favor them.
"look who attends high-class luncheons." he retorded.
"ugh, please getting back on the subject...what are you even doing here?" i laughed.
"i'm broke. my parents cut me off. figure it out."
"i see." i sneered, "see, i have a legitimate job and trust me does it pay off."
"seriously, it's so sad how you have nothing better to do then talking to waiters serving a party." he cackled
red, searing up my face, i banged the class and said:
"well, this is the last time we'll ever take. you don't have to worry."
and with that i stormed off, i set down on a tree. and looked up at the light blue sky with brush strokes of white clouds. taking a sigh, i had to realize he was right. i wasn't as sociable or somehow 'nice' as others would say. but that was me and if he wanted to make a big deal of it - he could go screw himseld.
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the radiant sunrays gleamed at me as i walked over on the fresh cut grass in my miu miu heels. seeing, people dining on some appetizers, laughing, and having a good time. i smiled at people passing by and met aria, looking for someone in the bustling crowd.
"aria, hi dear." i beamed at her.
"hello shophie, liking the picnic?" she smirked, with a faux smile, tapping her flats on the ground.
" i absolutley loove it," i began when suddenly my eyes drifted to one of the waiters. and i began laughing. aria gave me a confused look, furrowing and eyebrow.
"oh, i just saw an old friend." i smirked, passing by her as i came up and look the so called waiter in the eye and they immediatley widened, "well who's waiting on a high-class luncheon?"
he was the douche i got in a foguth with last night. he really got to me for some reason. and that was the reason i was somehow happy to see him. i didn't really have many friends in rome and i guess he was the most entertaining. it was funny how as much as people outrage at fights they secretley favor them.
"look who attends high-class luncheons." he retorded.
"ugh, please getting back on the subject...what are you even doing here?" i laughed.
"i'm broke. my parents cut me off. figure it out."
"i see." i sneered, "see, i have a legitimate job and trust me does it pay off."
"seriously, it's so sad how you have nothing better to do then talking to waiters serving a party." he cackled
red, searing up my face, i banged the class and said:
"well, this is the last time we'll ever take. you don't have to worry."
and with that i stormed off, i set down on a tree. and looked up at the light blue sky with brush strokes of white clouds. taking a sigh, i had to realize he was right. i wasn't as sociable or somehow 'nice' as others would say. but that was me and if he wanted to make a big deal of it - he could go screw himseld.
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current state of massie
time: 5.56 pm
location: julian's living room
stepping to: 'crazy' - meridith brooks
wearing: petit betaux top, vintage shorts, balenciaga bag, and doc martins.
eating/drinking: evian water and pretzels
hair: straight down
talking to: julian
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i felt overwhelmed stepping into the lofty mansion, maybe it was the hollow walls or the fact there was no furniture, i just felt like i was in a museum. or maybe it was because there was a fucking marble structure in the foyer. i really shouldn't be gawking at julian's house, even in private, it's not like i wasn't rich myself. he signaled to the corner next to the closet to put down my bag and get out the books. i casually decided to accept his offer to study for the geography midterm and i wanted to look and act my best. well not best, but be aloof, effortlessly glamorous, but that was in alicia's category.i try to do that and i'm a hot mess, looking down at my doc martins i blush and decide to take them off. but that would mean releasing my nast foot odor - but meeting are clean...who am i kidding, no they're not. these thoughts rushed in my head and made me even more nervous. julian was supposed to be fluttering and gawking at me, not the other way around.
"would you like some snacks?" he offered shyly.
"YES." i said in shock, coming out of my trance and then cringing. god, i sounding like a freakin crack addict. i was never this nervous around chris, derrington, landon or anyone in general for that matter. so why julian? maybe the stress. i honestly didn't know. i sat on the couch and arched my back forward looking at the unfamiliar history of the renaissance and mayan civilization. however, i was determined and motivated to pass this test. my parents said if i pass they re-do my room and get me stella mccartney's new spring line...if not, i'm grounded. and that just wasn't going to happen.
i cooly smiled and cocked my head back when julian came back and set down the snacks.
"god, this set is..." he began.
"insane." i finished.
"...easy." he said, looking at me oddly.
"really?" i asked, "how the hell can you remember all this?"
he shrugged, "if you want i can teach you some method or flash cards."
"you are such a nerd." i smirked and then he blushed trying to force a laugh.
"in a good way." i assure, putting my hand on his shoulder looking at him intensivley in the eyes.
by friday tops we'd be going out, i'm sure of it.
time: 5.56 pm
location: julian's living room
stepping to: 'crazy' - meridith brooks
wearing: petit betaux top, vintage shorts, balenciaga bag, and doc martins.
eating/drinking: evian water and pretzels
hair: straight down
talking to: julian
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i felt overwhelmed stepping into the lofty mansion, maybe it was the hollow walls or the fact there was no furniture, i just felt like i was in a museum. or maybe it was because there was a fucking marble structure in the foyer. i really shouldn't be gawking at julian's house, even in private, it's not like i wasn't rich myself. he signaled to the corner next to the closet to put down my bag and get out the books. i casually decided to accept his offer to study for the geography midterm and i wanted to look and act my best. well not best, but be aloof, effortlessly glamorous, but that was in alicia's category.i try to do that and i'm a hot mess, looking down at my doc martins i blush and decide to take them off. but that would mean releasing my nast foot odor - but meeting are clean...who am i kidding, no they're not. these thoughts rushed in my head and made me even more nervous. julian was supposed to be fluttering and gawking at me, not the other way around.
"would you like some snacks?" he offered shyly.
"YES." i said in shock, coming out of my trance and then cringing. god, i sounding like a freakin crack addict. i was never this nervous around chris, derrington, landon or anyone in general for that matter. so why julian? maybe the stress. i honestly didn't know. i sat on the couch and arched my back forward looking at the unfamiliar history of the renaissance and mayan civilization. however, i was determined and motivated to pass this test. my parents said if i pass they re-do my room and get me stella mccartney's new spring line...if not, i'm grounded. and that just wasn't going to happen.
i cooly smiled and cocked my head back when julian came back and set down the snacks.
"god, this set is..." he began.
"insane." i finished.
"...easy." he said, looking at me oddly.
"really?" i asked, "how the hell can you remember all this?"
he shrugged, "if you want i can teach you some method or flash cards."
"you are such a nerd." i smirked and then he blushed trying to force a laugh.
"in a good way." i assure, putting my hand on his shoulder looking at him intensivley in the eyes.
by friday tops we'd be going out, i'm sure of it.
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