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As Mia was getting scolded by the unstylish travesty of a woman, she could have sworn she felt the left pocket of her blue, denim short-shorts vibrate wildly. It was another five minutes and two rows of lockers before it buzzed again in reminder that she had received a text message. Mia whipped out her flip cell in record time and read the message from her 'good' B-lister buddy, Nic. She read it, happy that he wanted to join in on social behavior for once, usually he just walked around the cafeteria, snarling at his brother every now and then. Mia rolled her eyes at the thought, and began a reply to her friend. lunch sounds good don't move a muscle from your locker. will be seeing you in a minute. Mia sent it, wondering if lunch was such a good idea anyway as she approached her own locker. Usually, she skipped it, not because it was one of those model myths to skip meals, it as kind of just out of habit. Mia slipped her calculus book into her steel gray locker, the interior laced with magazine covers and hello kitty stickers. Mia pulled out a small, pearl purse and hung it over her wrist. She picked into the purse and grabbed out a clear lip gloss tube, sliding the goo onto her lips quickly and winking at some passing footballers. Mia figured that the only reason she wasn't an A-lister was because the other girls felt threatened. She had every other aspect down, though. Guys chased after her, and girls wanted to be her, but not consistently. She doubted that anyone who was to look her way in the halls this afternoon had no clue what her name was. Mia sighed and shut her locker with a big bang, already striding confidently towards the area of the school where Nic's locker dwelled. When she finally made it there, he was faced away from her, and she took it as an opportunity to be as affectionate as she liked without him immediately scolding her. Mia quietly crept up behind him before snaking her arms around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder in a backwards embrace. To anybody else, it would have seemed romantic, but really, it was Mia's regular greeting to all of her male friends, probably because she'd already been romantic with them anyway. Mia leaned her head onto his neck momentarily and whispered. "Your brother is definitely no match for you." Mia said, knowing that Nic would probably be both flattered, and annoyed that she'd mentioned his brother at all. In all honesty, Mia wouldn't give Nic's feelings a second thought if she was interested in hooking up with Justin, but that didn't change the fact that he was a total a**. |
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   *leighton meester* you can't cure my disease with a syringe DESiREEELiSESWAN " RAi " BOW TO THE TALK SH0W H0ST, b***h
•••Well, as you may have guessed, I'm a talk show host. But not just any talk show host, I'm the hottest, youngest, wisest one out there. It took a while to get where I am, can you believe that I had to begin as one of those little slaves that run around sets and take orders? I know, so not my scene, but when you aren't born with money it's pretty difficult to just pay your way. •••I was born in Brooklyn, and for most of my life, I lived in this tiny little terrace with just my parents, yeah, only child. I was never rich, or even moderately wealthy, but I don't think any aspect of my childhood was stolen from me because of that. I've been schooled publicly for my whole education. I am, and always have been, really close to my parents. Mom keeps refusing my offers, but I do plan on buying her a new home some day. Lazy folks, still living in that same terrace. Alright, so a little while back I went through a small patch of low self-esteem, which was caused by this Writer stealing my viewers. I teamed up with THE RADiO SPOKESPERSON and we framed him for possession of drugs. Bad, I know, but I've tried to avoid THE RADiO SPOKESPERSON since. •••Most of the time, I'm actually pretty sweet and caring, and even a little smart. I think it'd be hard to be a talk show host if I wasn't. I donate a lot to charities all over the place, mainly because I feel guilty that I earn so much, and really just for being on television. I think maybe the biggest flaw I possess is that I do tend to get quite jelous over people that do better than me in the entertainment industry. I guess that's the reason that I committed such a dastard crime over that poor writer guy, I feel so guilty about it. •••I love to party, of course, it's pretty much a requirement around celebs these days. I don't drink much though, at least not to the point of getting drunk, that's so degrading. Well, publicly it is. Despite how fun partying is, I really do like getting cozy in my apartment on lazy days when I don't need to work, which are growing even rarer every passing day. I enjoy cooking, knitting, reading, and most importantly shopping sprees. •••Well, on an emotional level, I have no love life. But, physically...I'll just start at the last psychiatric session I ever had a few years back. So there I was, complaining about my life, as most people who seek psychological help do and then BAM my shrink tells me that I have Nymphomania. Apparently, it's 'hypersexuality' to the point of insanity (well, that's the way I like to put it). She said that I spoke and acted in ways that were obscene, or something. From that, I've been trying really, really hard to cover it as much as I possibly could. But even if I can speak and walk around with the most sophistication, I'm basically horny all the time. It makes it particularly hard that one of my best friends is a guy. fallenP0TAT0E__xx |
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   ( desiree elise swan ) "Ow...ouch!" There were continuous gasps and small cries of pain as Desiree Swan, the hottest talk show hostess around, bumped around the empty storage closet of some downtown New York post office. She was struggling to get her flesh colored pantyhose on quickly, which was proving quite difficult as the closet could barely hold her, and it was a slight surprise that she'd even been able to fit that other guy in there. Yeah, that's right, her 'condition' had been acting up while she was trying to send off a message 'incognito'. Thank goodness the blonde wig she had on managed to cling to her scalp through the whole five minutes of the process, or she'd been busted. But, either way, if the guy had have recognized her, he would have probably only gone off to his buddies and bragged, and of course they'd just call him a lier. No big deal. Rai had been nationally famous for about a year, and not once had she been caught up in some sex scandal. Probably just the advantages of living in such a populated city. When Rai had finally managed to pull her pantyhose up properly, she slipped her feet into her black, Jimmy Choo pumps and straightened out her classy, white dress. Rai exited the closet quickly, immediately looking around to make sure nobody would be too suspicious, especially considering she was in an 'employee only' area. She snuck through the hall, eventually making it to what she supposed was the back door. Sure enough, when she opened up the burgundy painted door, the other side - a cobblestone parking lot - was revealed to her. Rai began to walk out and towards a back lane, whipping out her cell phone as she noticed exactly how dark it was. She was never supposed to take so long, she was going to mail the letter to a cousin in California and then go straight to the party her friend Lena was throwing. But she couldn't now, her clothes were creased, her hair was unruly from wearing the wig too long, not to mention the state of her expression spelled out 'just got laid'. Rai dialed the number of her limo frantically as her brown eyes found their way to a street sign. "Hello, Arthur. I need you to come pick me up." Rai said, telling him isntantly afterwards where she was and hanging up with a particularly relieved "Great!". It was about five minutes before the limo arrived, which was surprising as she had taken just a regular car to the post office, and was planning on switching it to a stretch while being dropped of at Silk. Rai hopped in the back seat, not at all caring anymore about her exposed identity. This area seemed pretty mellow at the moment, only a few people even bothered pointing at the massive limo, let alone Rai herself. When she was seated comfortably on the leather interior, Rai let out a relaxed sigh, as she was finally comfortable. "To the apartment please, Arthur." She said simply, smiling at the driver who just nodded and began the thirty minute drive to her home. Rai closed her eyes, inhaling and exhaling calmly. She was about ready to fall asleep when her cell phone began to buzz inside her purse. Rai smiled drowsily and dug her right hand into the bag. She grabbed the thin, black phone and read the screen. A new text message from one of her most favorite people in the world. What else could possibly brighten her up? She read the text from Drew quickly and began a reply the second she was finished. i'm fine, just a little tired i got held up while i was sending some mail i think i'm going to be a little late at silk are you there yet? -Rai Rai sent it, watching the screen after it sent for a while as if expecting a reply immediately. Now there was a relationship that was beginning to confuse her. Rai, Lena and Adam had all been close friends for ages, even before Rai hit the big time, and with her Nymphomania, it wasn't really a big deal that she wanted to just Adam every time she's with him. But real feelings were starting to sprout there. |
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    iSOBEL TiGERLiLY HART the sexy star-to-be
xo nineteen xo coral xo fallenP0TAT0E__xx Hey there, swingers. You should already have heard all about me by now, but for the ones who are a bit slow, I guess I can tell you a little. My name's Isobel Hart, but please, call me Belle. I'm the youngest child of my daddy, whose this uber cool former rock star from Sweden. He's single at the moment, a part from the occasional woman he brings home every now and then. My mom, an Italian socialite, lives in Vermont with this French model guy. He's alright, for a step father, but there's no replacement for my dad, so I barely ever leave Portola. Much like all the other girls around here, I'm pretty in tune with my physical side. Actually, really in tune with my physical side. Not to be too cocky, but guys really seem to fall over me all the time, especially when I offer them a night with me. I just can't help it, ever since the first time it's like a freakin' addiction. I don't even feel bad about because my fellow friends all do it too, even the guys. I know this for sure. I doubt that I'll settle down soon, it's just not possible. I like to have fun with guys, and I get kind of bored in long term relationships. Unlike most of my a-lister buddies, I'm actually pretty quiet, not shy, just quiet. So quiet it's often shocking when I say anything at all, let alone anything kinky. But just because I don't voice it, doesn't mean I'm not above cruelty, with the closest of friends (or just anybody that I'm alone with, really) I can get pretty catty. But I wouldn't be a Portola girl if I wasn't. OK, so besides sex, I'm great at plenty of stuff. For one, I'm like gifted when it comes to music. I can play the piano, drums, guitar, keyboard and the bass. I guess it's really all my daddy's influence, he started lessons when I was at a very young age. Actually, I lied, beside the musical talent and the great performance in the bedroom, I've got next to nothing. School's a waste of time, especially for somebody that's planning on making it big in Hollywood. Yeah, typical rock star's daughter, I want to be a performer. Singing, playing in a band, maybe even a little acting (provided I take classes first). |
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iSOBEL TiGERLiLY HART     “ rock star ” "Rise and shine, Isobel!" With that, a head of curly brunette hair lifted from the matted mass of plump duvets and pillows. Belle's eyes were tired as her body began to roll slightly around the queen-sized bed. She was just about ready to float back into her dreams when a pale fifty-or-so man showed up in the open doorway. "Come on flower, it is no day to waste." The broken, Swedish accent that could have belonged only to Felix Hart, had rushed her from the light lapse of concsiousness."Daaad, I was out really late last night." Belle said, her voice low and lazy as her eyelids lingered around her sight, deciding on their own whether or not they were going to shut tightly again or remain open. She had stayed out almost all night, doing things not even she could remember clearly enough. The only thing that was perfectly planted in her mind was sneaking through the second story window. Although, it couldn't really have been called sneaking, as her body was banging around the window so much her dad was bound to have heard at some point. "I am not an idiot, I have seen you recover from longer nights. Now get up or I will plug in one of the amps." He wasn't wrong, and he'd have been a total idiot to think that she was still a virgin, but through his eyes, she was still his little girl. Belle groaned and finally rose from her pile of bed covers and cushions. Grumpily, she pushed off the sheets and sat over the side of the mattress, resting her head in her palm. It was throbbing like crazy, thanks to all the drinking she'd done the night before, no matter how little it was, Belle was enough of a lightweight to get a decent hangover out of it. Belle stood up slowly and walked towards her on-suite bathroom. Her movements were sluggish and pained as she walked straight to the shower and switched on the cold water, and only the cold water. It was barely a second before she managed to drag off the panties and t-shirt she was wearing, and then she was in the shower, pulling back her hair to avoid getting it wet. She only stayed underneath the shower head for a minute, but she was alert well before that and hopped out when the chilled water finally caught up with her and she jerked out. Belle wrapped a nearby towel around her wiped off the droplets of icy moisture. She left her clothes inside the bathroom as she returned to her own and shut the door. Next she approached her walk-in closet and her eyes were treated to the colorful array of garments hanging all over the place. Randomly, Belle picked out a deep scarlet, strapless chiffon shirt; a pair of light brown shorts; and a lacy, black bra and matching underwear. Right in front of her closet, Belle dropped her creme towel and started to dress herself. When she was covered in clothing, Belle moved to her dressing table and vanity mirror, grabbing a dark red head scarf and some hair bands. She pulled her curls into a loose, side-ponytail and wrapped the head scarf over the top of it. It was about ten minutes and Belle had brushed her teeth to near perfection. Belle approached her left side table and grabbed her bubblegum pink flip cell and began a text to ALL of her fellow buds. hey skanks where is everybody? don't tell me you're all out having fun without me reply bitches -belle Belle finished and flopped back on her bed, resting before she'd actually need to get out. |
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 EDEN GABRiELLE ROSE ••• little miss OPPORTUNiST at your service ••• " DON'T EVEN BOTHER LOOKiNG, YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME COMING " ••• my glorious master fallenP0TAT0E__XX runs the show ••• and paints my world a beautiful shade of HOTPiNK •••
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 -eden rose- " WHEN OPPORTUNiTY COMES KNOCKiN', GET YOUR FAT a** UP AND OPEN THE FUCKiNG DOOR! "
"Ooh, Versace, good choice." The middle-aged woman said, although you'd never be able to tell with all the face lifts and botox. The blonde took the pink dress off of the rack, already knowing Eden's size after their hours of shopping that afternoon. Eden watched on as one of the sales assistants from before served her aunt. She wasn't surprised to see that the girl's smug grin had vanished when her aunt flashed one of the many shiny credit cards that she kept in her silk purse. Eden smirked cockily at the girl behind the counter and watched in pride as a tiny twitch of what she supposed was a scowl blemished her features for a millisecond. When the girl had finished ringing them up (Eden guessed that she was intentionally moving sluggish) her aunt shoved a few bags into her, and Eden didn't entirely blame her seeing as the woman had about five hanging off each wrist. They'd done a LOT of shopping that morning. Eden sighed in exhaustion and her aunt noticed sharply. "Oh dear, your mother should take you out more." She said, probably referring to the shopping. Her aunt lead her towards the mercedes-benz parked beside the footpath. As if some motion sensor had went off, an aging, tuxedo-clad man hopped out of the driver's area of the car and opened up the back door. Eden's aunt motioned towards the vehicle; silently insisting that she get in first. Eden obeyed and tried her best to get inside the luxurious car without falling over; she couldn't balance to well with shopping bags in each hand. Surely, she hadn't bought this much. Eden flopped the bags on the floor of the car and leaned back into the comfortable seat, closing her eyes for a second and taking in a deep breath. Today she and Roxy were 'debuting', as her auntie had called it. Pfft, what a stupid way of putting in, unless the girls were made to walk down some aisle or something as everybody watched them. But they wouldn't, right? Suddenly Eden was looking even less forward towards this brunch. It was a fair while until the car had made it into Peoria Heights; on top of the fact that they were in Chicago, a very busy city, the damn gated community was just outside of it. Eventually, when they'd made it past the strict security in the front gate (witch Eden openly rolled her eyes at), the car pulled up in the driveway of a very generously built house. Eden picked up her shopping bags and got out of there car, heading for the house quickly as she just wanted this morning to end, but even if it did, she still had the brunch to live through. What the hell was brunch anyway? Eden wouldn't know, but it was fancy, and expensive. Wonderful. Eden walked into the house, noticing that her workaholic uncle wasn't in, and her cousins weren't in immediate sight. Eden sighed, dropping the plastic bags near the door and walking towards the kitchen for some refreshments. "Jeez, auntie, how'd you fit this massive fridge through the door?" Eden said as she grabbed a carton of juice from the appliance and slobbishy drank straight from it. |
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THESE RULES WEREN'T MADE TO BE BROKEN pay close attention  oo1. As is the standard with all my roleplays, literacy is required. I like two paragraphs per post, but I'll accept up to three. Nothing more. Let's keep this light and easy. Bold and color speech and text messages in the correct color. Italics for thoughts. Size 11 font. End of story. oo2. Don't steal from me. C'mon, just don't do it. If you want to borrow something, ask, but I reserve the right to say no. And respect that. No one likes an a*****e, and I will be the first to cuss you out and make it my mission to make your Gaia life miserable if you steal my s**t. Nothing personal (even though it is), but I just can't stand plagiarism in any way, shape, or form. oo3. My friends > randoms. oo4. Play the characters IN character. If it says your character is a jerk, act it. Seriously. None of this, oh-I'm-just-misunderstood-and-really-nice-watch-me-feed-wild-rabbits-and-become-a-horse-whisperer. Although horse whisperers kick a**, they are not welcome in this roleplay. oo5. Private message me your app. Title it, 'marzipan' If you're not a friend of mine, I will need a roleplay sample. Send it in in one PM including your profile. TiTLE THE PM PROPERLY. Seriously. Sheesh. oo6. If you're not going to post, don't join and waste everyone's time. (thanks to LiFEGUARD BY DAY for these rules, he truly is the king) |
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OUR LOVELY TENANTS or so they say    the students    *chace crawford* DODGERBLUE. Charming, charismatic, handsome; that's DODGERBLUE for you. He's a third year majoring in Business/Marketing underneath his dad's influence and has had all of his student fees paid since he was just a baby. In fact, his dad is the reason the boarding house exists. Somebody so perfect couldn't possibly have flaws, right? Actually, DODGERBLUE has a few. For one thing, he'd much rather party and have fun then focus on his college education, which should be OK from time to time. But it's getting old, and sooner or later, he's going to get himself into trouble too deep for his daddy's money to dig him out of.    *brendon urie* TEAL. Ahh, can you say manwhore? Well, this guy sure can.TEAL is a second year Psychology major and has probably most definitely slept with about half of the (hot) female student body currently attending. He's paying for college a week at a time. TEAL is careful and smart when stalking his pray, which is quite ridiculous when the delirious amount of boose-filled parties leaves most girls drunk and easy. TEAL isn't a bad guy, just horny. With friends he's funny and great company. It's just too bad that no girl that's heard of him really wants to come within a two foot radius of him.    *matt lanter* FiREBRiCK. Be afraid, very afraid. FiREBRiCK is the unattainable badass. He's not just one of those rude posers that think their bad, he's the definition of the word. This third year is a general mathematics major, and even though he loves the subject, if you even assumed it he'd probably beat you to a bloody pulp. He takes no s**t from anybody and has been repeatedly warned for fighting on campus. FiREBRiCK's tried hard resisting the urge to pound on people that piss him off (which is about everybody, thanks to his anger issues) but there's a sucker born every minute, and it only takes a sucker to insult the badass.    *alessandra ambrosio* MEDiUMPURPLE. The meaning of the word b***h, right here. MEDiUMPURPLE is ruthless, cunning, smart and downright mean. She majors in chemistry and would love to get a high paying job in that field one day. After all, she's a scholarship case. But please, don't tell anybody, it would totally ruin her image. This gorgeous second year has a lot of guys hanging on her, and maintains a pretty high status among her peers. It's just a pity that she needs to restrain from having the big fun when a small slip up could get her kicked out.    *vanessa hudgens* DEEPPiNK. Sugar, spice, and everything nice; DEEPPiNK is the bubbly sweetheart that you either love, or hate. She's fresh out of high school and is an art major. While her youth and hyperactivity could probably be seen as refreshing by some, it tends to do the exact opposite to others. Some teachers adore her, some wish she'd just stop talking during lectures. But do you think that will affect the attitude of this happy teen? No way. In fact, DEEPPiNK's a large help when it comes to party planning. Good thing most of her tution's paid.    *hayden panettiere* CORAL. Don't let this one's shy veneer fool you, she's not as innocent as she seems. CORAL is shy and kind on the surface, but really, she's a huge gossip around campus. She pretty much runs the rumor mill, but nobody can tell the way she inconspicuously slips little things into sentences. She's a third year majoring in law and plans to use her ace observational skills when her career begins. CORAL is totally loaded, too bad nobody knows, she'd probably be less of a loner then. the staff    *jensen ackles* SEAGREEN. He's not a student, no no, he's a janitor at NYU. SEAGREEN is a majorly underprivileged guy whose just had a few breaks. He is in his mid-twenties and really doesn't qualify for a much better job, considering he dropped out of high school. SEAGREEN's living in the boarding house because, face it, his quarters on campus were just disgusting. He's laid back, and really doesn't mind his job, what he does mind is what his fellow boarders would think if they saw him scrubbing at some vomit. So, he does what any proud guy would do; he lies about his classes and wears a cap over his face whenever he's on duty. Fool proof.    *miranda kerr* SALMON. Watch out, that's not the teacher's pet. That's the teacher's assistant. SALMON graduated from NYU not too long ago, and is still around as the teacher's assistant. Her job involves running errands, preparing presentations and notes, and she's sometimes taken a class or two. Thing is, however you spin it, this twenty-three year old is strictly forbidden from getting involved with a student, despite the fact that she's not an official teacher yet. Problem is that SALMON is also living in the boarding house, and with looks like these she's grabbing all kinds of male attention here. And let's just say she's not exactly resisting the attention. |
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 WELCOME TO NEW YORK UNiVERSiTY, BiTCHES. a fallenP0TAT0E__xx production. NYU;; A magical place where parties are thrown every night, virgins are willfully violated and a disregard for any responsibilities seems to flow through its students. A place where it's inconveniently hard to get a dorm on campus, and a lucky few find a boarding house to share. Spoiled, bitchy, angry; just enough to get on your last nerve. This should be fun. Especially when some minor NYU staff members join in. The boarding house isn't really what you'd expect. It's actually just a regular house with a fair amount of rooms. The tenants pay the rent, do the cooking and the cleaning and basically maintain it. |
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