see the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt.

Friday, August 10; Rumor has it that everyone who's anyone in Chicago is heading down to The Cat-Scratch speakeasy for a night of dancing, drinks, and debauchery. Both of the Morattis and the Kings will be there, too, so be alert and don't mess with the wrong people.
 
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Would anyone like to be included? I'd like to include a lot of people kind of as an introduction. (:

- animal / miike snow
 
thinking of using this as a new layout. thoughts?
 
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AUDITION FOR CROSS MY HEART
 
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Name: Jennifer Keaton Newbury
Age: 16
Bio: Always sporting a blazer, pleated skirt, and knit stockings, Jennifer is your typical New England doll. Both of her parents, and her older brother, graduated from Yale Law, and are successful business lawyers and paralegals. Jen is perfect, essentially, molded by her mother's manicured hands. She always followed her rules, doing everything she told her, including participating in beauty pageants, ballet classes, and equestrian lessons. But now that Jen is sixteen, and all of her friends are independant, she knows what she can do to finally show her parents that she can make her own decisions, and that thing is practice witchcraft. It's the perfect way to shoiw her strictly Catholic, fact driven, family. The new sense of freedom from her parents is intoxicating, and Jen doesn't plan on stopping, especially when she sees the reactions of her parents.
Likes: dresses, skirts, writing, perfume, sneaking around, being rebelious, breaking the rules.
Dislikes: the law, school, studying, insects.
Witch: Jen comes from a family of fact driven, Yale Law graduates, so her becoming a witch is her form of rebellion. Because, obviously, she’s not going to tell her parents she’s a witch, she likes to believe her parents are aware that something about her is different, and there’s nothing they can do to change it.
Status: Single... for now.
Model: Skye Stracke
@oh-oracular-spectacular
 
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TOP THREE;
1. Jennifer Keaton Newbury - Skye Stracke
2. Ymre Julianne Morrisey - Ginta Lapina
3. Rae Erica Brown - Julia Nobis
 
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collection: making it meow.

I have a tentative roleplay idea but I'm not sure if i should put it into action. If you could all read and take five minutes to give me feedback that would be great! I'm looking for someone to help create it and moderate it as welll. (:
 
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The year was 1692, in the small village of Salem, Massachusetts. It all started with Betty Parris, age nine, who started to exhibit strange fits of anger and possession. The diagnosis: Witchcraft. Over twenty young ladies would be accused, trialed, and hanged for wichcraft and spell casting on innocent children, or so the story goes. That is when it all started. That is when Salem would be stamped in permanent ink, and nobody would forget Salem for it's strange history. Now, it's back.
 
The year is 2017, exactly 325 years after the original trials, and something strange is happening. A division between the teenage girls of Salem that's... suspicious. Almost as if they all know something that nobody else can see happening. As if there is a silent war going on, bewtween good and evil, just like the trials of 1692...
 
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i have been waiting so long for a roleplay like this! i love love love all of the chicago references, one of my favorite musicals of all time.
 
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AUDITION FOR TALES OF A JAZZ AGE.
 
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Name: Eloise Armstrong
Age: Twenty-two
Occupation: Vaudeville Performer
Likes: Men, clothes, singing, drinking, perfume.
Dislikes: Snooty people, reading, relationships, family.
Bio: Pretty little Eloise, the privileged heiress, is no longer. In fact, Eloise is far from that. Ever since her family got caught up in a swindling scheme, Eloise has literally been selling herself out to earn money to live. It's not all bad though, because Eloise loves it. Somehow, cabaret dancing and singing has grown on her, and it's all she wants to do. She's also gotten used to men all over her, and uses it to her full advantage. Her parents may be ashamed that they have driven her to do such things, but Eloise doesn't mind. She enjoys a life on the edge of the rules.
Model: Chanel Iman
Taken by: @oh-oracular-spectacular
 
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TOP 3;
1. Eloise*
2. Velma
3. Clara
 
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STORY;
 
My eyes fluttered open and I looked around. I didn't know where I was, but I wasn't in my own apartment. As usual, the morning would turn into a guessing game. Where was I? Who was I with? The story was different every time. I pulled myself up onto my elbows and looked down at myself. I was in my undergarments, and my shoes were off. I was covered in a lace and wool patchwork blanket. Strange combination, but not unusual. I looked around the rest of the room. The furniture was beautiful, and dark, like the floors, which were polished. The wallpaper was clean and white, and the room was dim because of the dark shades in the windows.
 
I looked to my side, and realized I wasn't alone. I usually woke up alone, and had to dress myself, and exit a strange apartment by myself, with no exchanged words because the mystery man was already gone. I laid back down and turned on my side to face him... whoever he was. I sighed and looked at him. He wouldn't be waking anytime soon, I felt.
 
I sat up again, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I slipped on my shoes, not bothering to buckle. I bent over and picked up my dress, which was a rumpled mess. I pulled it over my head, struggling.
 
"Hey, where are you going?" a sleepy voice asked from behind. I turned. He was awake.
 
"Oh, uh..." I sighed and tried to fix my dress, "yeah."
 
He was so handsome, it made me feel guilty. I never got to remember the men I was with, but this time, I did. He was gorgeous.
 
"Why don't you stay for a bath and shower? You could use it," he said, smiling.
 
I blushed, and kicked off my shoes. I sat back down on the bed. The last time I had a hot bath was... months. I barely bathed now. The only time I did was when I was with a man who had a shower. Other than that, I usually bathed myself in Chanel No. 5.
 
"Okay," I smiled, "I'll stay."
 
"Good, because I wanted you to," he said, leaning over and kissing me.
 
Since when did that happen? I was shocked. I smiled shyly and stood up. For once I felt relieved and relaxed to be who I was.

- Joan Didion
 
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THE GLOBE: JOIN.
 
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❝ The Boston Globe was founded in 1872 by six Boston businessmen, led by Eben Jordan, who jointly invested $150,000. The first issue was published on March 4, 1872 and cost four cents. Originally a morning daily, it began Sunday publication in 1877. In 1878, The Boston Globe started an afternoon edition called The Boston Evening Globe, which ceased publication in 1979. It's chief competition? The Boston Herald. ❞

They’re smart, they’re sneaky, and they’re stylish, but most of they’re some of the most influential people in New England. Can you guess who they are?

The writers at the Boston Globe.

The employees here may seem like your average writers and publishers at a newspaper, but they aren’t. The writers for the Boston Globe in particular are known for their Yankee attitude and ruthless drive to get any information for an article. Whether you’re a writer for music or politics, the drive to be the best writer in Boston is always there. Not only is there competition with other newspapers, but there is also competition between writers and photographers. Parties, shows, speeches, and events are not just social events for the best of Boston, but also necessary for the careers of writers. Where there is competition, there is drama, and here at the Boston Globe, there is never a shortage of either.
 
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http://www.polyvore.com/globe_tg/group.show?id=144142
http://www.polyvore.com/globe_tg/group.show?id=144142
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audition for welcome to 2012!
 
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-Name- Julia Hammonds
-Age- 24
-Hometown- Forks, WA
-Event- Diving
-Bio- Julia Hammonds is nothing less than a diving prodigy. At the age of 20, she took first place and won the gold medal in Beijing, shocking millions and breaking the hearts of her competitors. She’s ruthless, venomous, and highly competitive- a lean, mean, diving machine. She’s scary to say the least, and now that she’s back and that much stronger than she was four years ago, she’s definitely a force to be reckoned with. The only bad thing about her reputation is that now, there’s girls who would kill to take her out of competition. Julia had better watch her back.
-Likes- pools, stretching, saunas, salad, movies, new swimsuits, and reading magazines.
-Dislikes- the outdoors, being lazy, bugs, olympic newcomers, and people who steal her limelight.
-Model- Rosie Huntington Whitely
-Taken By- @oh-oracular-spectacular
 
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Story;
 
I stepped up onto the board and looked down. The practice arena was vast and empty, and it was especially humid this high in the air. It smelled like cleaning material, most likely the heavy scrubbing they did on the diving boards before the games.
 
"Are you ready Jules?" my coach yelled up to me.
 
I raised both arms with a thumbs up; the signal.
 
"Commence when you're ready!"
 
I sighed, and let my arms down. I shook them out, then raised them above my head once again, placing my right flat over my left. I bent over, taking my stance, and took a deep breath. I bounced up and down, gaining momentum, and then... lept.
 
It was indescribable. The feeling. I couldn't even describe how I knew what to do, even, but I did it. I tightened my muscles, and lifted my legs to my face. I flipped forward, then back, then back to my perpendicular angle with the water. I crashed into the water, the sound of rushing water crashing into my ears. That familiar sound.
 
I made it up to the surface, hearing my coach prasiing me first.
 
"Well done, Julia! The best yet!"
 
"Really?" I asked, gasping for air and swimming to the ladder, "it was okay. Not as good as Beijing."
 
"It was even greater," he said.
 
I climbed out of the pool and put my hands on my hips, "Are you an Olympic judge?"
 
"No, but I am a coach," he said, patting my on the back.
 
I smirked, jokingly, "hm..."
 
"Go get in the hot tub and warm your muscles before a second dive," he said.
 
"A second? But I'm hungry," I whined, thumping across the concrete pool deck.
 
"You can eat later," he said, "it's only three. Dinner is at five."
 
I rolled my eyes, "fine," I remarked, "being a Gold Medalist is so hard."
 
"Oh, what a hard life," he said, throwing a towel at me.
 
"First world problems, coach..."
 
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Top Four:
 
1. Julia*
2. Amy
3. Barbie
4. Jenny

+ island in the sun / weezer
 
Isn't Lindsey so adorable? Like, I just want to be her best friend and go shopping with her and party with her. Ugh~
 
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THURSDAY:
As an end of summer goodbye party, Emmy and Jayde have scored us the keys to the pool. Night swimming? Hell yeah. Don't cause too much trouble, wouldn't want the detectives to get suspicious.
 
Would anyone like to start a collaboration? PM me and we'll think something up! (:

+ gold on the ceiling / the black keys
 
I haven't made a set in THREE WEEKS! :( Sorry about that...
 

 
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TUESDAY: -A new nightclub has opened downtown. With a few strings pulled, Chord's getting us all in. How to get past the security? Well, that's for you to figure out by yourself.
 

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I stepped into the nightclub with no problem at all; I never had security question me. I mean, look at me. I ooze high social status, and even if I'm not a socialite, I still look close enough to it.
 
The music was loud, but not loud enough to cover up the shouts and words of all the Pemberly students that had taken it over. It was no question that Chord had worked his magic in some way or another.
 
"PORTIA!"
 
I turned, and saw Klaire waving me over. It was nice to see someone who wasn't on bad terns with me... I hoped. I made my way over to her, Victoria, and... Emmy. The last time I saw Emmy was with Chanel, and that wasn't exactly the best conversation we had ever had.
 
"How did you get in here?" Victoria asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.
 
I shrugged, "how do I always?" I smirked.
 
"It's not really that hard," Klaire pointed out, "even some of the random street scum snuck in."
 
"How did your questioning go?" Emmy asked, raising an eyebrow.
 
How random of her to ask such a thing.
 
Of course, she was referring to our little incident in the library. I hadn't forgotten about it, mostly because of the way Chanel scared me sh-tless.
 
"It went fine," I said, sneering, "don't worry."
 
"Don't worry about what?" Juliette asked. I didn't even notice her standing between Victoria and I.
 
"Nothing, Juliette, God," Victoria said, taking a drink, "how do you just show up everywhere?"
 
Juliette rolled her eyes, "you aren't supposed to talk about questioning, Emmy. You know, private information."
 
"It's fine," I said, looking back at Emmy, "I don't care what you know. There really isn't anything /to/ know."
 
"So you kept quiet," Emmy remarked.
 
I nodded, "of course... why wouldn't I?"
 
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included: @cestlula @ohofkors @istylista @sabina-elena

+ wild thing / the troggs
 
AUDITION FOR THE LOCHMOOR YACHT CLUB.
 
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Elena Hartfield
eighteen/ a regular
Lane, who just happened to be born with supermodel good looks, is everybody's favorite wild child. Her and Taylor instantly bonded, when Lane suggested one night that the two of them break into the bar and steal themselves some vodka. All this girl does is party, party, and then party some more. Though she's not the shiniest Louboutin in the closet- okay so she's currently flunking every class at Cranbrook Prep- Lane is a whole helI of a lot of fun. And isn't fun what summer's all about?
model: Daphne Groeneveld
 
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I am currently in one roleplay, Southern Hospitality, with one audition pending. I could be active. During the summer I'm basically at work or sitting at home watching Top Model marathons...
 
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STORY:
 
"Come on Tay!" I encouraged, pushing a shot glass toward her, "come on!"
 
"I don't know..." she said hesitantly, looking at the glass, "I have church tomorrow."
 
I snorted, "don't act like you care! I know you Taylor..."
 
She giggled, "maybe..."
 
"Stop acting so sweet! It's just me! Now down this b-tch," I said, putting it into her hand.
 
"One, two..." she started, "three!"
 
We both threw down the alcohol, setting our glasses back onto the bar. My father left his boat keys right in a dish by our front door. It was too easy to take a late night joy ride and break into the yacht's liquor cabinet.
 
Taylor laughed obnoxiously, "another!"
 
"Now you're loosened up!" I exclaimed, pouring us some more Jack. We both downed those, too, in no time. Then, another... or maybe two more.
 
"Anotherrr?" Taylor half-slurred, giggling.
 
I put the cap on the bottle, "I think we're done for now."
 
"Butwhyyy?" she whined, grabbing my arm and tugging on it, "pleaseee?"
 
I rolled my eyes and set the bottle on the bar, "come on, my dad is going to notice all of that Jack missing. Plus, it's late. Don't you have church tomorrow?"
 
She whined, "fine..." and stood.
 
I led her out my the wrist, her feet dragging on the wood floor of the cabin. It was like I was her mother. But, it was my fault for encouraging her. I knew little Taylor couldn't take her alcohol as well as I could. I dragged her up the steep stairs, hoping she didn't slip and hurt herself. We finally made it out from underneath the deck. I sat her down on the edge of the boat.
 
"Now, don't move!" I said, turning for a second to lock the door behind me.
 
"Elenaaa..." she sang, slurring heavily, "where are we going?"
 
"Home sweetie," I said, grabbing her arm.
 
What had I gotten myself into?
 
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{sorry for the bleh story}

Wednesday: With yesterday's shocking news, its safer to just stay indoors or lounge around with your friends. After the cops come, nothing will really be the same. (FREE DAY)
 
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"Do you think they'll find anything?" I asked Emmett, looking up at him.
 
"I hope so," he sighed, "but at the same time... I hope not."
 
I looked across the way at the forest; dark, taunting. The summer air was chilling, leaving my arms with goosebumps. It was only eight, but it was plenty dark out, and the campus was almost silent.
 
"Do you think..." I sighed, "nevermind."
 
"What?" he asked, putting his hand on my leg. It felt so right.
 
"Nothing, just... forget it," I stood up and turned to him, "come on, let's get out of here."
 
I stuck out my hand and he stood up, taking it. We began walking toward my hall. I laid my head on his shoulder and sighed, "tonight was really fun."
 
"Yeah..." he said, distantly.
 
We walked in silence, slowly distancing ourselves. I let my head up, and loosed his grip on my hand. I frowned.
 
"What's your problem?" I asked, "did I do something?"
 
"No," he said, "you didn't do something."
 
"What didn't I do?" I asked, getting frustrated.
 
"You didn't tell me what's on your mind," he said, "bothers me. Thought we were going to pick up where we left off last spring. Guess not."
 
I rolled my eyes, "Emmett, stop."
 
"Stop what?"
 
"Stop this," I said, stopping in my path, "just forget what I said. It doesn't even matter."
 
"What was it about? Us?"
 
"No!" I pouted, my voice growing, "it isn't!"
 
"Then what?" he asked.
 
"It was about those stupid woods, and stupid Elsie, and stupid Evan, and the stupid police! And my stupid house in my stupid hometown!" I explained, stomping off.
 
"Portia, wait!" he called, chasing after me. I couldn't get very far, he was a football player. He grabbed my arm, and I spun around.
 
"What!?"
 
He pulled me close to him, put his hands in my hair, and kissed me. I went weak. All of my anger was gone. My anxiety, gone.
 
He gently let go, "I've wanted to do that since last year. You can tell me anything. No secrets."
 
I half-smiled, "I wish I could, you just have no idea."