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5.17.13
There is no song to describe this feeling.
 
Last night at 8:00 PM, a classmate and teammate of mine lost control of his car and slammed into a pole. He was not wearing a seatbelt. He did not survive. He died in the arms of an alum of my school who happened to be close by. His mother, father, and six other siblings were notified soon after.
He was on the crew team with me. Everyone knew him. He was loud and funny and full of energy and always made fun of the Novice 8.
"Oh god - someone go help the novices."
"Jesus Christ Officer Young - go help your novices!"
He was missing three fingers on one of his hands and yet he was still one of the best rowers we had.
Today was the biggest regatta of our season. There were college scouts coming to see him. He had a really good chance of going to Harvard University next year.
Instead, someone else rowed in place of him in the boat, but can't replace him in our hearts.
Today as we rowed we rowed for him. We rowed for the regattas he will never again be a part of, for the things we did and the things we will never do.
We rowed for Paul.
To Paul;
Paul, we were only on the same team for a single season, but it is one that will be impossible to forget. How could anyone not get to know you? Right away all us novices recognized you by your loud, slightly obnoxious, and goofy laugh, and we soon got to know you for your sense of humor, your intelligence, and your talent - even with missing fingers you were one of the top two rowers in the area. We will miss you forever. I hope it makes you happy to know that today at the race the entire junior grade came down to watch and when your boat came down the river, not only our entire school stood to cheer, but all the people in the stands and many of the other schools stood to cheer for your boat, for you teammates, and for you. The 8-boat even came down early to watch, and stood up in their boat to cheer. It's a miracle they didn't fall in. Rest easy Paul. We all love you and miss you so much.
 
#2014Strong #PullforPaul
R.I.P Paul

5.13.13
Song of the Day - What the Water Gave Me by Florence + The Machine
 
This story is not up to my usual standards - there has been a tragedy at my school and I don't have a lot of time to write this. I'm so sorry.
 
Monday, May 13: Today you will team up in groups of three to plan a party for the Royal court. The team with the best preparation (invitations, floral arrangements, decoration and theme) will win.
 
Collab with @larissa-xo & @koolkid4ever coming soon
 
The theme: Underwater
The color scheme: A mix of blues, white, and silver.
The flowers: Lady Annabel
The invitations: Lady Melody
The decorations: Lady Tessa

✿
 
Surprisingly enough, I was almost looking forward to this weeks event.
 
Party planning.
 
Admittedly, not usually something that I enjoyed - honestly, parties were just a way of skirting around the fact that you want, and I think its far easier to be straightforward from the get go - but this time I was excited.
 
Party planning would be a chance to show everyone that I wasn't some fool-hardy girl who didn't matter much.
 
✿
 
I dashed into the meeting room, sliding my heels into my shoes just in time, rushing over to the table where Melody and Annabel already sat.
 
"I am so sorry!" I said, still trying to catch my breath as I slid into a seat. ''Am I late?" Annabel glanced up a a clock and shook her head. "No, you're just on time."
 
I was practically bursting to share my idea with the other girls. I'd been up all night thinking over what to do, and right before I'd fallen asleep, the idea had come to me.
 
"I was thinking we could do an Underwater theme." I paused, looking at the faces of the other girls, and before I even had time to say anything else, Lady Annabel smiled. "Girls, I think we found our theme."
 
✿
 
I stood in the center of the room, inspecting it from all angles. I needed to make sure everything was perfect. I needed it to be perfect.
 
I took a step backward and abruptly crashed into someone. I turned, an angry hiss already forming, but stopped when I saw who it was.
 
"Oh - Prince Maxon! I'm so sorry!"
 
He chuckled and brushed off his coat. "Lady Tessa, it appears you and I have quite a habit of bumping into each other." I blushed, remembering the scene at the archery lessons. "Is everything set for your event tonight, Lady Tessa?"
 
I smiled and nodded. "Oh yes - it should be quite a lovely time." He smiled back. "I can't wait."
 
✿
 
"Oh my god. Tessa - this is stunning."
 
I blushed at Annabel's words. With the party in full-swing, everything looked so much more amazing then even I'd imagined - it really felt like we were underwater.
 
Melody smiled at me as well. "Truly Tessa - this is great." "Thank you both," I said with a smile. "But now - let's enjoy the evening."
 
And so we did, spending the night dancing and laughing and enjoying ourselves. We even received a "Congratulations, lovely party" from the Queen!
 
✿
 
As the party was winding down, I caught sight of Prince Maxon. We made eye-contact, and instead of looking away, he smiled and winked.
 
I remembered that smile all night long.
 
✿
 
DECORATIONS LISTING:
- Fish tank surrounding the entire room, filled with many different colored, exotic fish.
- Darkened lights to create and eerie atmosphere.
- Candles set up for illumination and to add to the overall effect.
- Waiters and Waitresses dressed as mermaids and mermen, carrying trays of caviar, shrimp, and sushi rolls.
- Blue place cards for every person.
- Menu serving only seafood.
- Tropical drinks.
 
✿

5.12.13
Song of the Day - A little Party Never Killed Nobody (All We Got) by Fergie ft. Q-Tip
I stalk @the-glamourai and her sets so that she will love me. sorry dat i butchered this layout.
 
♔Format

●Name; Axel "Panther" Tropez
●Model; Kelly Gale
●Age; 22
●Hometown; Hartford, Connecticut
 
●Likes; traveling, airplanes, tattoos, parties, safari, black, beaches, elaborate jewelry and sunglasses, panthers, the zoo, music, dj-ing, underground clubs, themes, self-help books, poetry, mattresses, chocolate chip waffles, notebooks, hockey, football, organization, photography, cleaning.
●Dislikes; college, classrooms, connecticut, cashews, writing papers, small spaces, disorganization, being bored, baseball, the smell of paint, socks.
 
●Family:
Alexander Tropez | 56
Antonio de la Torre
 
Mariana Roland | 57
Sandra Bullock
 
●Bio; Growing up in a particularly nice suburb of Connecticut, attending the local public school from Kindergarten to Senior Year, the life of Axel Tropez was fairly average - dare we say almost boringly so. Overachiever and perfectionist to the max, Axel managed to achieve a straight-A average and 4.0 GPA all throughout high school, snagging a coveted spot at Yale University. But, all good things come to an end, and so did Axel's time at Yale University. A lover of the visual arts, music, and, of course, parties, Axel managed to stay a whole year at Yale studying a variety of subjects to "prepare her for the real world and a real job" before she decided she couldn't take it anymore, and dropped out.
Her parents were disappointed, but there really wasn't much they could do - once Axel's made up her mind to do something, she does it. So, at nineteen, Axel spent the next two years traveling around the world, working as a DJ and free-lance photographer. But after two years of adventure, living mainly in Paris and Sao Paulo, Axel was ready for something new. So she packed up all her bags again and returned to the United States, complete with four tattoos, killer music taste, and a new-found penchant for planning parties. She settled down in the West Village of New York City and started to find work in the party planning industry. And now, she's here, ready for her next adventure.
 
♔Tell us about you! What makes you unique?
Well, I'm a college dropout (word of advice - unless you plan on spending the next four years in a mind-numbingly preppy and over-worked atmosphere, don't go to Yale) who spent two years traveling as a DJ and free-lance photographer in Brazil (God, I miss it there) and France. I've got four tattoos - one on the back of each ankle, one on my wrist, and one on the back of my thigh - and I can guarantee that by the time I'm twenty-five I'll have at least two more tattoos. I guess what makes me really unique (besides all those lovely things I just said) is that I am all about new things and adventure and keeping it interesting.
♔How did you get into the party planning business?
Well, I've always been interested in parties - though, to be honest, the ones I attended in high school and in college were mainly just ragers with kegs and very horny and drunk guys - but when I was traveling and DJ'ing I was introduced into the underground rave scene, and I became really into the idea of planning parties. When I moved to New York I decided to try it for real, and loved it right away.
♔Why should you be considered for this competition?
Because I'm fun and fresh and I'll bring new ideas to the table. And because I need this. I'm still up-and-coming and I really want to be recognized.
♔What will you specifically bring to this competition?
Fresh ideas, great music, and fun.
Also I'm really good at cooking if that helps at all.
I should also probably let you know at this point that I'm a party planner for those who want something different. Something fun and - here we go with my favorite word again - fresh. I do /not/ do your cookie-cutter sweet sixteens and wedding receptions. I'm all for the new, the fun, the different, and the unexpected.
♔What was your most successful party?
I recently just threw a "Seven Deadly Sins" party as a lavish College Graduation Party for UCLA - I was flown all the way out to California for it. I threw it on a yacht. Sloth was in the main salon - in addition to a fully-stocked bar and lavish velvet couches, I got a sculpture of the Greek God Dionysus placed in the center of the room inside of the fountain. Lust and Envy were held in the same room - themed to look like a speakeasy, six girls scantily-clad preformed, a double-whammy, as all the guys were drawn in and all the girls were over-analyzing themselves. Pride was held in the full-service spa, Anger in an all-white room filled with pinatas, and Gluttony was held below-deck at a full-stocked buffet. Greed, the final deadly sin, was all in the gift-bags: the girls bags held a miniature version of the yacht in a bottle, a seaweed facial scrub, a sea-salt body scrub, a MAC eyeshadow palette, NARS bronzer, and a pair of Roberto Cavalli drop earrings. The boys bags held the same miniature ship, Kiehls body scrub, Ralph Lauren polo shirts, and Lacoste watches. The DJ was a special friend from Brazil, and we collaborated on the four hour long soundtrack.
♔Tell us about one of your Make It Work moments in your party planning career.
Well, we had planned a gorgeous "outer space" party - made to feel like everyone was literally walking around in outer space, surrounded by the stars and planets. Unfortunately, the decorations started to fall - a disaster, clearly. Instead of giving it up as a lost cause, we simply pretended it was meant to happen by improvising the end of the world and creating a last minute meteorite crash right onto the party place - thus changing the party theme seamlessly to survival at the end of the world. The hostess of the party said it was the best party she's ever had or attended.
♔What would winning this competition do for you?
Winning this competition would really get my name out there, and also show my parents that I don't need Yale to be successful. And it would also show me that I really can accomplish something.
♔This competition is going to be no holds barred and very draining. Can you handle it?
Please. If I could handle Yale for a year, I can handle this competition.
●Activity level: I'll make 2 I gotchu.
●Collection:
http://www.polyvore.com/thats_me_in_corner_spotlight/collection?id=2544830

5.7.13
Song of the day - HYFR by Drake
 
credit for this layout is for my lovely bff who's instagram i just followed @the-glamourai
 
BLOG:
I'm writing poems again as you can tell from the poem that is the centerpiece of this set they are basically my second journal (for those who don't know I keep a journal) because i feel like sometimes i can describe myself better in a poem then in normal words
 
i eat like a fucking pig and it's disgusting im probably not going to eat for a few days just so that i can even it out

5.5.13
Song of the Day - Abraham's Daughter by Arcade Fire
Tessa is such a firecracker and she has that "fiery red hair" so i thought all the flames would be appropriate
 
Monday, May 6: For your second challenge, you will have to face archery lessons. The lady with the best aim (and clothes!) will get to win this week’s challenge.
 
✿
 
"Rise and shine, Lady Tessa." I groaned at the sound of Rosalie's voice and turned over, hiding my head underneath the warmth of the pillows. She - with the help of Tannin - managed to pull the covers off and take the pillows away.
 
"...What's'a'matter.." Vienna clucked her tongue at me and handed me a cup of something hot. "Drink up, Lady Tessa - you need your energy for the challenge today." I paused mid-gulp. I'd almost forgotten. Archery.
 
Anyone who knows anything about me knows that Tessa and weapons generally don't mix. I can get a bit...agitated when things don't go my way. Or when someone annoys me - the latter of which tends to happen very consistently.
 
"Ah-ah - I don't want to hear a single word of complaint from you, Lady Tessa. You can shoot a bow as well as half the men back home - and you know it too. Just control your temper and you could easily win."
 
I shrugged, to tired to argue. If I really wanted to be Queen, I would have to learn how to handle situations like these - where I would be doing something I liked but forced to do it with people who would probably grate on my nerves. I'd just have to control myself.
 
✿
 
"Oh - it's /beautiful/." Not twenty minutes after the horrific experience of waking up, I stood in the center of the room as my maids circled around me, making last minute adjustments. The dress was beautiful - they'd clearly been working very hard on it.
 
"The skirt is my favorite bit," Rosalie said, beaming at me. "I thought it would suit you very well - the sparkling fabric, the billowy material, and the slit up the leg - very Tessa." "The black bodice," added Vienna, "Is there because we wanted to show how beautiful mixing black and blue can be if done properly - plus, we thought it might give you a bit of an edge."
 
Tammin stood-up and nodded along with the others. "We also thought your hair would stand out against the black-and-blue backdrop - we did hear of how the Prince liked it."
 
I blushed at their words and stepped into the heels Rosalie held out for me. "Oh please - he complimented every girl. Even the one who got eliminated. It doesn't necessarily mean anything." Tammin only smiled and raised her eyebrows. "...yet."
 
✿
 
I had to admit - being outside was wonderful. I hadn't had a chance to leave since the last event, and it was a beautiful thing to get some fresh air. Stay in the castle too long and one forgot what it was like to be average. Everything became about riches.
 
"Tessa!" I turned my head to see Melody and Melwen walking up from the castle together. Their dresses were also beautiful - but I couldn't help but feel particular pride (alright, yes - I was biased) in my dress and the skills of my maids. But rule #014 is simple: compliment everyone sincerely, it gets you in their good graces.
"Hello - the both of you look absolutely lovely!"
 
We three all began to walk together, chatting about bows and arrows and how to shoot. I kept mostly quiet - I liked both girls quite a bit, but rule #045 stated: never give away everything you know. I knew how to shoot a bow and arrow quite well - one of the many times I was grateful to be a Three - and I had no qualms about hitting the target.
 
✿
 
"Annabel," I said, remembering the girl from tea, "You look amazing. Excited to shoot?" She smiled, shrugging her shoulder and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "Oh, I don't know. I've read about this and such, but I've never really tried it." She turned to face the girl beside her. "Crystal, have you met Tessa?" We both shook out heads, and then shook hands.
 
I flashed her a grin. "Perfect Tessa" had come out to play. "Pleasure," I said, taking my hand back, "To meet you Crystal." "Likewise." She responded with a very pretty and very genuine smile. "So, Crystal - have you ever shot a bow and arrow?"
 
Crystal nodded and laughed. "Oh yes - my Mother likes to be sure her children are the best at everything." Annabel bit her lip, "You two are so confident! I really am a bit worried."
 
I brushed the hair off my shoulder impatiently. "No need to worry - it really isn't that hard."
 
"Well," came a voice from behind us, "good to see that being cocky is alive and well in this competition." I turned, eyebrows raised and fire already growing in my eyes, to face the speaker. I remembered her from the tea - the one who had left after basically insulting the entire royal family. I'd thought she was quite brave. Now, I thought she might be brave but also a bit stupid.
 
I wanted to reply with something fiery and fierce, to show her that I was an equal to her and in this competition, but before I got the chance, the Queen arrived - dressed to the nines as usual - with several men carrying bows and arrows around her.
 
She clapped her hands and we all assembled in a half circle around her. I situated myself right next to Emma. "Now, girls," the Queen began, "Today the best archers in the kingdom will be assisting you during the challenge..." She continued on her spiel, and I continued to stare at her, but tuned out her words in order to whisper to Emma.
 
"You know, I don't think it's a particularly good idea to insult the other girls, considering how the last event went for you." Her eyes flicked over to me quickly, then flicked back to the Queen, but she whispered a retort right back. "Perhaps if you weren't so full of yourself, I wouldn't have to say anything." "Well, we'll see what happens during the lesson, won't we?"
 
The Queen clapped her hands and we all split up, finding our teachers for the lesson, but Emma looked at me one last time, our eyes connecting, a message being shared between us.
Yes - we would see.
 
✿
 
Thwack.
Thwack.
Thwack.
 
The zing of the bows and the thwacking of the arrows against the targets was almost deafening. My teacher had been impressed with my know-how of the bow already, and had quickly been able to instruct and improve my technique. As the Queen passed by, I managed my third bull's eye.
 
"Excellent!" She praised, tossing me a smile that seemed almost real. "/That/ was a lovely shot - nice form, Lady Tessa. Oh - and your dress. The flow of the fabric is beautiful. You must compliment your maids for me." I smiled, dipping into a curtsy at her presence and inclining my head to show thanks.
 
"Thank you, your Majesty. My maids will be most grateful to hear of your praise - they worked long and hard on this dress."
 
The Queen responded with something else, but I was distracted by Emma. Her arrow flew straight to the center of the target - and as it landed, she glanced up and raised her eyebrows at me. A sign of what she believed to be victory.
 
I absolutely hated losing anything.
And I had the worst temper of anyone.
 
Without even realizing what I was doing, an arrow was strung and, suddenly, was released - passing by Emma's head and burring itself in the ground behind her - a lock of hair attached to it.
 
Gasps filled the area around me, eyes were all on me - half looked impressed and half looked aghast.
 
I raised my eyebrows at Emma, who was touching her hair in surprise, and then turned to the Queen, curtsying once more.
 
"I thank you for your time, Majesty, and for the archery lesson. I'm sure it will come of even more use later on."
 
And with that, I lay my weapon down and left the field. I didn't want to go back to my quarters - facing my maids and letting them know what I had done seemed like the worst possible option. So instead, I headed for the gardens - reaching them so quickly I nearly collided into someone.
 
"Oh - I'm sorry!"
"Sorry Lady... -"
 
We both spoke at the same time, and then we both glanced up. I had just collided with the Prince himself, who looked more than a little confused at my appearance.
 
"Lady Tessa! What are you doing here, in the garden?"
 
I sighed. How typical of me. My temper getting the best of me once more.
 
"That, Prince, is a long story."
 
✿
 
@martasmiling @sophieviollet @larissa-xo @jolieenrose @koolkid4ever
meep idk if i like this or not if i messed up your character please tell me and don't kill me im sorry if i did ok
i love tessa so much
@ingrid just so you know it's done

5.4.13
Song of the day - Wolf by Tyler the Creator
sort of jumping the gun here since the rp isn't even open yet but whatever i needed to stake my claim on nirvana ok
 
nirvana simmons, 17.
the wild card.
model; frida aasen.
bio; you might as well call her princess nirvana. the girl was a stripper for two years at a nearby club, and out of all honesty, she lacks so much brain cells it's hard to take the words that come out of her mouth seriously. her daddy is a lawyer, making enough money to buy anyone's happiness. the girl is popular, i'll give you that. she catches the eye of basically everyone at beverly hills high, and then some. she's simply a cover girl stripped off of vogue and handed to you on a silver platter. nirvana may not be the sharpest knife in the cupboard, but oh, does she have the looks. they're enough to get some heads turning, that's for sure. and add the fact that she can distract almost anyone with simply a tube of lipstick and a toothpick, and you have a semi-mastermind in the making.
taken by; @beautifultruth hopefully
 
+playlist (bc i love Nirvana and i want a playlist)
Va Va Voom by Nicki Minaj
All She Could Be by Sarah Solovay
Royals by Lorde
Cherry Bomb by The Runaways
Work Me by The Black Keys
She's A Genius by Jet
Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood
Sex Yeah by Marina And The Diamonds
Princess Of China - Coldplay ft. Rihanna
I Love It - Icona Pop
Bang Bang - Will.i.am
Young And Beautiful - Lana Del Rey
Kill And Run - Sia
+signature scent;
Euphoria by CK
+five fun facts;
1. Nirvana's favorite animal is an alpaca because she likes their fur - for her birthday two years ago her father bought her three and they live on her property.
2. Nirvana's favorite music is rap - you can often hear it blasting out of her black BMW.
3. Nirvana actually loves ice cream more than almost any other food. She eats it whenever she can. That and the cookie-dough Luna bars.
4. She can handle seven shots before she blacks out. Her favorite is the Mexican tequilas with the rattlesnake in them because she had them with one of her favorite hookups - he actually took the shots off her, but that's beside the point.
5. She's a spectacular dancer. Captain of the school dance team, actually. No wonder she was such a good stripper.
+collection / storyboard; http://www.polyvore.com/but...youre_not_jewish_miss_eight/collection?id=2518998
+story;
"Okay seriously - /how/ did you pass your driving test?"
 
On cue, the five girls slammed back onto the leather seats as Nirvana's car skidded to a rapid stop in front of a stop sign. As quickly as they'd stopped, the car accelerated forwards, and Nirvana glanced over at Antoinette, clearly confused.
 
"There's a driving /test/? When do I have to take it? Why didn't anyone tell me about this?"
 
"Uhm, Nirv?" Gardenia leaned forward from the backseat to rest her elbows in between the front seats. "You're supposed to pass the test in order to get a drivers license. So that they know you'll be a safe driver."
 
Nirvana visibly relaxed. "Oh - that thing? I have a drivers license. The pictures actually really cute! Taking both hands off the wheel for a second - causing Antoinette to squeal and grab hold herself - Nirvana pulled a wallet out of her bag and showed the card to the other girls, tossing it into Antoinettes lap and taking the wheel back from her.
 
"Okay, so you have a license. The question is, how?"
 
Nirvana shrugged. "I'm actually like, a really good driver. I beat Nicholas Webster in his car-racing game fourteen times."
 
"When were you playing video games with Nicholas Webster?" "Oh - last weekend after we had sex." "You /slept with/ Nicholas fxcking Webster?" Nirvana frowned at Honey-Bee and shook her head grumpily. "No - I /just/ told you we had sex. Goddammit, you guys never listen to anything I say. There was /no/ sleeping involved, let me tell you that."
 
Meimi wrinkled her nose. "Okay one - ew. And two - you can't go around having sex with other people's boyfriends Nirvana! Imagine how poor - what's his girlfriends name again? - oh right, Angela - imagine how Angela will feel!"
 
Nirvana raised her eyebrows.
 
"If she's still having sex with him, the answer is not much. He may /look/ like he's big but really - "
Antoinette cut her off with a look. "That's enough of that conversation. Nirvana, don't have sex with people are in a relationship. We're not talking about that again."
 
Nirvana rolled her eyes and slid on a pair of sunglasses. "Whatever. Can somebody finish my math homework for me? Meimi?"
 
"You didn't do it again? Nirv..."
 
"Look, there's different kinds of smart Mei. There's book smart where you're good with books and stuff and there's street smart where you know a lot about streets and there's people smart when you're smart about people, and then there's math smart and that's what you are!"
 
"Wait - what? That was said so fast that I couldn't understand a single word."
 
Gardenia shook her head. "Don't ask her to repeat it - just do it for her, would you?"
 
"Okay," said Honey-Bee, "Moving on to important things - when and who are we next hitting? Because it's getting hot outside and I could do with a few new dresses."
 
"Why do you have to hit someone to get a dress?" Nirvana asked, genuinely concerned. "H, are you having anger problems? Because I'm pretty sure my Dad's date from like two weeks ago is a psychologist and - "
 
"No Nirvana, I'm not having anger problems. Thanks for the concern. I'm talking about the next house we're going to steal from."
 
Antoinette leaned over to look at the other three girls.
 
"Suggestions? Ideas? Lets get the ball rolling. We strike on Friday."
 
>>

5.2.2013
Song of the day - Hollywood by Marina and the Diamonds
 
♔ THE AUDITION
Name: Whitney Juliana Darling
Age: 17
Model: Danielle Knudson
Hometown: Beverly Hills, California

Never without: Her iPhone, lip butter, gum, two wallets (one for cash, one for cards - duh!), a flask, hand sanitizer, Kleenex pack, and a valid excuse.
Style: If it's on-trend and expensive then, chances are, Whitney has it. She's very girly meets glamorous. She's all about bright colors (though she never says no to black), lacy lingerie, luxe fabrics, killer heels, cool details, anything revealing, and anything brand-stamped is ok by her.
Scent: Gucci Guilty Black by Gucci
Likes: Bright colors, the beach, expensive clothes, being rich, foreign boys, bikinis, parties, sushi, gossip girl, fashion magazines, tennis, money, photographs, fashion shows, movie premiers, manicures, lip butter, eyeliner, the spa, Kleenex packs, hand sanitizer, avocados, weight watchers, sunglasses, frozen yogurt, loud dance music, snapping, starbucks.
Dislikes: when people call her tacky (even though, let's be honest - she sort of is), school, chapped lips, germs, gaining weight, black and white movies, classical music, socks, deep water, sad movies, public parks.

Personality: dumb, tacky, sweet, crazy, charismatic, sexy, fun, impulsive, hilarious, gullible, bitchy, brash, vivacious.
Family:
Bio: When you think Whitney, you think new-money right away. They're interchangeable - and the word tacky often works almost as well. Born to an Italian ex-Playboy Bunny and self-made Movie Producer Dad, the millions of dollars that the Darling's have amassed come entirely from this generation. Naturally, Whitney loves to reap the benefits of her super-luxe life. With lots of clothes. And lots of fun. Because - hey, she's a hot rich girl who, let's be honest, is not the smartest - what else is she going to do? A natural question at this point is how exactly Whitney managed to get into The Glass Society - and the answer is simple. Whit's parents divorced three years ago and her father's new wife, Elizabeth Von Heint, is total old-money, high-class - and just so happens to have been a debutante with The Glass Society herself. She pulled a few strings and got Whitney in. Let's hope Whit can just /stay/ in.
Secret: Hypersexuality & she's bi
Playlist:
Famous - Katy Tiz
Bedroom Hymns - Florence + The Machine
Golddigger - Kayne West
Fluorescent Adolescence - Arctic Monkeys
Red Lips - Sky Ferreria
Get Some - Lykke Li
Dirty Love - Ke$ha feat. Iggy Pop
Best I Ever Had - Drake
Lolita - Lana Del Rey
The Zone - The Weeknd
How To Be A Heartbreaker - Marina and the Diamonds
Little Secrets - Passion Pit
Sex Yeah - Marina and the Diamonds
Come & Get It - Selena Gomez
Collection/storyboard: http://www.polyvore.com/which_these_phrases_make_me/collection?id=2515046

4.29.13
Song of the day - The State of Dreaming by Marina and the Diamonds
i hate this set so much and im sorry you have to see it but i like the story
 
Monday, April 29: Greetings to everyone and welcome to The Selection, where eleven ladies are competing for the Prince’s affections and the throne. Today, you will face your first challenge. You will have tea with the Queen at the Women’s Room, where you will receive a lesson in etiquette. Make sure to wear your best day dress, prepared by your maids.
 
✿
 
Honestly, Illéa wasn't that great. It wasn't bad, per see, but it certainly wasn't paradise on earth or whatever people referred to it as. The castle was beautiful, the garden was beautiful - and that was really all I'd seen because, sadly, the castle had rules.
 
I hate rules.
 
I glanced out the window longingly. Going outside to the garden wasn't necessarily an ideal way to pass the time, but it was all I was allowed. I slipped off my pumps, grabbing the heels of the shoes with my left hand - a trick I'd learned a long time ago: if you take off your shoes and walk quietly, they honestly don't hear you. Unless the house you're in happens to be really old and not very well cared for. Which the palace was, so creaky floorboards wouldn't be a problem.
 
The dress was a nuisance, but I was eighteen - old enough to know how to keep a dress looking nice while outdoors. This time was ideal - I hadn't thought it would be possible to grab any moments to myself, but, low and behold, it was. For a minute, I didn't have to be the representative of Tammins. I didn't have to be a living, breathing pawn in the game of the royals to calm the rebels - because, lets be honest, that's what this entire thing was about. I could just, for a few minutes, be Tessa.
 
"Hello." A soft voice spoke from the benches behind me. I paused, slipping my heels from my hands back onto my feet, "Perfect Tessa" turned on. "Hello" I said back, turning slowly to glance at the seated girl.
 
Frankly, I didn't care if the girls were my competition - if I couldn't befriend anyone except my maids, nothing would be much fun, would it? - but I didn't know if the same applied to her.
 
"I'm Tessa. Of Tammins." The words came out smoothly, calmly - perfect Tessa had her perks. She was very diplomatic. "I'm Melody. Of...Panama." I nodded, gliding over to the bench she sat on to extend my hand. "Pleasure. Did you need some seclusion too?" She laughed. "Yes - the outdoors have always been my home."
 
"Naturally. You are from Panama, after all. Isn't it pratcially all jungle?" I already knew the answer, but manipulation tactic #007 was simple: let the person think that they are teaching /you/. It works like a charm every single time. Her voice cut in, a sharp edge taking place at the slight hint at an insult. "Yes, it is, but we're not uneducated." "Of course not - I never said you were."
 
She glanced up at me, and after a moment, we both looked away - no words were spoken but clearly a deal had been made. Friendship? Not quite - perhaps something more like camaraderie. Or a mutual recognition of the others strengths and the necessity of having someone to withstand the competition with.
 
"Tessa!" The shrill voice cut through the peacefulness of the garden full-force, and I glanced up to see, with great regret, Rosalie, her face turned purple with anger. I stood, pausing to send a final smile towards Melody. "I'll see you at tea, I suppose."
 
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To be frank, the second I entered the Women's Room, I knew the Queen and I would be at odds. There she was, prim and proper, assigning girls to their tables easy as can be - she was one of those people who commanded a room with a calm manner and an iron fist.
 
Funny fact about me - I don't get along with people like that. Authority figures and I are nearly constantly on edge around each other.
 
"And who might you be?" I dipped down into a curtsy at the Queen's question, "Perfect Tessa" activated once more. "Lady Tessa Montevideo of Tammins, your Majesty." She barely even glanced down at her list of names before speaking. "You're at table three. Please take your seat." I nodded, sending her a final smile, and took my seat - table three, where, conveniently, three other girls already sat.
 
"Tessa of Tammins. Who might all of you be?" "Lady Astrid. Of Ottaro." "Melwen of Whites." "Annabel of Calgary." I nodded, committing their names to memory - rule #001 of manipulation and persuasion - always know everyone's names.
 
The Queen stood and the entire room fell silent. "Welcome to the Women's Room. Today will be one of your most important days in the competition for my son - today you will all learn /proper/ etiquette. Fail to learn this, and you have already failed the competition. Tea will now be served, and shortly after you have all had your fill, the purpose of the meeting will begin."
 
The tea was served with the usual pomp one would expect from the Royals - flashy, fancy desserts that looked to beautiful to consider eating, teacups that resembled words of art more than cutlery, china plates that were as delicate as a newborn baby - I wasn't the only one to raise my eyebrows at such a display. "You know" I said, leaning in towards Astrid, "We're already here competing for their son - you would think we're sort of past the whole 'impress them as much as possible' stage, wouldn't you? I think we're all aware that we're just pawns."
 
She glanced at me curiously. "Now, I didn't take you to be a rebel." I laughed, pouring sugar into my tea. "A rebel I am not - I simply just have a..problem with authority figures. And bullshit. I have a problem with that too." "I'll," she said, holding up her teacup, "drink to that."
 
"I'm sorry, but did I hear the two of you mention the rebels?" The voice registered as Melwen, the girl from Whites. Astrid and I glanced at her. "Isn't it such a shame that we're forced to stay in the castle all the time because of them?" Annabel, the girl from Calgary, nodded along to the sentiment. "I agree - how are we meant to rule the kingdom if we can't even venture around outside it? Those rebels really are ruining so much."
 
"I" said Astrid calmly, "think that it's quite noble." Annabel looked at her, shocked. "Are you saying that you agree with them?" "No, that is not what I said. I simply think that the rebels are brave to fight for a cause that's nearly impossible for them to win."
 
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"Ladies, ladies - please, simmer down. The meeting will now commence - please, don't mind the maids, they're just clearing away your dishes." The Queen smiled graciously at the maids as the began to take the dishes back, and then sat back down, crossing her ankles daintily and smiling at us all - almost, I couldn't help saying, the way a barracuda would smile before going in for the kill.
 
"Now, etiquette is very important, not just to a future monarch, but to anyone who wishes to be considered a lady. If you can't adhere to these rules and guidelines, then you cannot be considered a person of good breeding."
She paused long enough to glance about the room at each girl.
"Now, it appears you all know several of the basic rules - your dresses are of appropriate length for the occasion, your legs are all crossed, and I saw that your napkins were all in your laps throughout the tea. However, there are many important rules that you may not know which /must/ be learned. The cards being passed out now have a list of the top eighteen, and we will go over each one in order."
 
I accepted the card from the maid - naturally, the paper was embossed with the Royal families crest - and glanced down the list of rules.
 
~~ Rules of Etiquette - The Measure of a Lady ~~
1. If you desire to be respected, keep clean. The finest attire and decorations will add nothing to the appearance or beauty of an untidy person.
 
2. Clean clothing, clean skin, clean hands, including the nails, and clean, white teeth, are a requisite passport for good society.
 
3. A bad breath should be carefully remedied, whether it proceeds from the stomach or bad teeth.
 
4. To pick the nose, finger about the ears, or scratch the head or any other part of the person, in company, is decidedly vulgar.
 
5. When you call at any private residence, do not neglect to clean your shoes thoroughly.
 
6. On entering a hall or church, the gentleman should always precede the lady in walking up the aisle, or walk by her side if the aisle is broad enough.
 
7. A gentleman should always precede a lady upstairs, and follow her downstairs.
 
8. On leaving a hall or church at the close of entertainment or services, the gentleman should precede the lady.
 
9. A gentleman walking with a lady should carry her parcels, and never allow a lady to be burdened with anything what ever.
 
10. If a lady is travelling with a gentleman, simply as a friend, she should place the amount of her expenses in his hands, or insist on paying the bill herself.
 
11. Never carry on a private conversation in company. If secrecy is necessary, withdraw from the company.
 
12. Never sit with your back to another, without asking to be excused.
 
13. Never thrum with your fingers, rub your hands, yawn or sigh in public.
 
14. Loud laughter, loud talking, or other boisterous manifestations should be checked in the society of others, especially on the street and in public places.
 
15. When you are asked to sing or play in company, do so without being urged, or refuse in any way that shall be final; and when music is being rendered in company, show politeness to the musician by giving attention. It is very impolite to keep up a conversation. If you do not enjoy the music, keep silent.
 
16. You should never decline to be introduced to anyone or all the guests at a party to which you have been invited.
 
17. To take small children or dogs with you on a visit of ceremony is altogether vulgar, though in visiting familiar friends, children are not objectionable.
 
18. Above all, be punctual.
 
I sighed quietly. The Queen and I were most definitely going to be at odds.
 
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the story is finally finished! hope you all enjoy it + if you want me to change anything, just let me know.

4.28.13
Song of the day - Seven Devils by Florence + the Machine
 
Name: Alexandra Peterson, nicknamed Ali
Style: Preppy
 
Likes: footnotes, dictionary.com, j.crew, oxfords, rolex watches, blazers, student council, school projects, essays, charles dickens, leather-bound notebooks, her blackberry, being the best, high-class liquor (if its not brandy, rum, or scotch then it's not for her), sweaters, parties, world history, the 18th century, the british monarchy, the ivy league schools, any show that revolves around doctors or criminals, competition, SAT Vocab, Foreign Languages, Old Movies.
 
Dislikes: being outdone, any grade lower then a 96%, stress, her homelife, winter, flip-flops, ripped denim, disorganization, unlined paper, slamming doors (unless she's the one slamming them), cheap alcohol.
 
Bio: If there's one word that comes to mind when the student body thinks of Ali, it's perfect. An overachiever to the max, Ali strives for this reputation. She almost cried when she got a B+ on a test back in ninth grade. And her overachieving personality doesn't end with grades - Ali is driven to be the best in every single thing she ever even tries. The best student. The best on student council. The best on the sports team. The best dressed. The most popular. Yes, she puts all this pressure on herself, but it didn't start that way - Ali became this way because her parents forced her into it. All her life they've always told her she wasn't good enough, wasn't smart enough, wasn't talented enough - each and every time she does something great, if there's even the smallest way she could have done better, her parents are disappointed. So, Ali doesn't let that happen. She will keep being the best. Even if it kills her.
 
Clique: Prep, but goes to a lot of parties.
Flaw: Anorexic & addicted to speed
Model: Cailin Russo
 
+ Why do you want to be a part of this RP?
Well skins is one of my favorite tv shows (at least, Skins UK is - I haven't seen the US version) and also i love rp so my favorite tv show in a rp is sort of just too perfect for words.
+ Will you be able to make at least 2 sets a week?
+ Will you be active and comment on others sets?
Unless there is some sort of emergency, the answer is yes to both.
+ Random fact about yourself (We want to get to know you all!)
um idk im really not very interesting at all. i made a collection about the stuff i keep in my bag you can read that if you want honestly im just sort of an average 14 year-old. umm, i have a fashion blog? is that interesting?
@elaine-elizabethxo @marie-is-pretty-in-prada
 
ayyy comment if you want to talk about your relationship to Ali sorry for the double tags
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@expiredsunshine
@rockets-and-rainbows
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4.23.13
Song of the day - Royals by Lorde
 
In Philadelphia, with the new season comes all new weather and, naturally, and all new wardrobe. Spring in Philly is all about being cute, casual, and getting several light layers on - because the weather in Spring is ridiculously unpredictable - it's in the fifties one day and the eighties the next.
There are five current top spring trends in Philly that are of note:
1. Army jackets - these have been everyone and on everyone recently. They're cute, versatile, and not too heavy - all in all they're an easy quick-chic look and the exact thing Philly girls are looking for.
2. High-waisted skirts & button up skirts - girls in Philly love skirts in the spring, and they tend to want theirs to be as flirty as possible, hence the mini with the buttons (the high waist is a trend reminiscent of summer, something everyone, not just Philly girls, love).
3. Knee-socks and boots - this trend started up in the fall when the weather was colder, and it's been brought back up in the spring, when it's still just chilly enough to get away with boots. The colors vary, but are usually white, cream, and black.
4. America motifs - With the annual "Made In America" concert coming up, anything red-white-and-blue or printed with the flag is way in - plus, Philly girls like to show some pride for their country.
5. Cameras - technically, this is more of an artistic choice than a fashion one, but its still a trend. Many girls have taken to carrying a camera (or just using their phones) to document their lives and the places they go.
I decided that making a doll set incorporating the top 5 trends together would be the best thing to illustrate what is "Trending in My Town."