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Post by Tristan Silver on Jul 3, 2010 0:29:04 GMT -6
 event nineteen! although i guess you could tell xD normally, we don't do this. might there's a few things to be told. the staff discussed, and a bit of a plot-line is being set for this event. however, it's mostly happening at the end of the event, so once everyone is wrapping up their plots and such, that will be taken into place. here we go!
- reading the intro, i assume you know - it's tristan silver and artemis ellis who break into the school to throw the party. the invitation is a mass-text to anyone who matters. we encourage characters to bring booze and drugs xD
- the biggest bit: it's been decided that the party ends with the arrival of, uh oh, sirens. yup. someone called the cops. who? well, it's a long story. as we all know, tristan is the face behind scandal star, our blog. so, during the night, she is going to be taking candid photos of everyone to post on her blog. aware of how illegal this party is, she chooses to black out their eyes to avoid real identifications. what she doesn't blur out, however, is the abundant amount of drugs and alcohol in the background, which is why i encourage lots of people to bring lots xD scrolling through the photos, it is soon easy to see where the party is being thrown. why is she doing this? basically to tell all the lame-faces out there how uninvited they are. it's basically an a-list/friend only thing. some people are bound to be offended or jealous. doesn't matter who, or if they're characters at all. this, however, brings me to the next point.
- somewhere else in valkyrie, there's a group of buddy-pals hanging out. cool. some of them, i assume, stumble upon the updates from ss and begin to scroll through, either jealous, enamored or amused, whatever. they know where it is, what's happening, and might be able to tell who it is. one invidual, however, is not. they see the amount of illegal stuff in the background, and decide to call the cops on the whole thing. why? well, that's the interesting part, we don't know. some v-siders voted, and we thought it would be fun for an actual character to be the one who calls the police. and then the party-goers find out, and drama ensues. now, if anyone would like to volunteer, that would be hella-fun! the reasoning is completely open - jealousy, do-gooder who looks down on illegal parties, they hate the kids there, whatever. they could be bored. if not, we can assume any option. leading to...
- the ass-saving. we decided that the one who calls the cops is hanging out in the group in the above point. they decide to, and tell their friends. no one does anything, but one other person ( a character, again, would be fun. but anything works ) isn't quite so peeved/whatever the reasoning behind the call is. so, they quickly text one of their own friends, whom they know is attending the party, warning them. this person ( another volunteer! ) then reads it, screaming for everyone to get the fuck out. thus, our trouble-makers can ditch before the cops really get there. hear sirens as they run from the school.
- this doesn't matter as much, but the faculty soon guesses that it was tristan and artie to break in, but there's no proof. so, woo.
there you have it! sorry it's so long xD but that's the jist. again, that's what happens near the end of the party, so there is plenty of time for everyone to plot and have fun. just let someone know when you're finishing up. we got three volunteer places open ;] especially need someone to recieve the text. have fun, v-siders<3 |
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Post by Tristan Silver on Jul 3, 2010 0:29:22 GMT -6
 -----------------------------------------------------------DECEMBER, 2007. MID-EVENING. ILLEGAL POOL PARTY.[/size] -----------------------------------------------------------[/color][/center] - - - ASTOUNDING. SIMPLY ASTOUNDING. [/b][/font] what is so astounding, might you ask? well, if you must know, the lack of life is what is astounding; simply astounding. in all her eighteen years living in valkyrie, tristan silver had never once known the definition of the phrase "lack of life". she rarely watched the news. she didn't care. deserted deserts and dying tribes might all be very well lacking life. but, i do think we know that she doesn't care. never had, probably never would. she had been raised not too care. it was not in her nature to care. it was in no one's nature, actually. everyone living in the same world as the spoiled silver girl would agree: they were a selfish, superficial race, hardly able to be considered human. ... and she sounded like a nature show narrarator. i suppose that's what you could call it - looking in on the world of the rich and beautiful. they lived in a different universe than you did; they refused to believe your "kind" even existed, let alone shared a planet. or a solar system. half the time, the people she knew didn't act human. they had not been rasied to act humane and kind - they had been raised with a vicious thirst for success and glory. all that mattered was maintaining your position as one of society's elite. and, i guess, after so many years, you kind of forget what it feels like to actually care. no one ever teaches you how to care. if you want to be a genuine, well-rounded person, you're going to have to teach yourself. you can teach yourself in your oversized home with no parents, no curfew. good luck not getting caught up in it. tristan had used to want to care. but she got caught up in it. and, you know what? it was just easier not to care. that was what was considered common, considered normal. here, in the wealtihest part of valkyrie, people lived in large, empty mansions; complete with empty feelings and empty hearts. big and empty. that's what the underbelly of the rich and beautiful looked like. there was no real glitz and glamour, like everyone liked to believe. the only way to survive in this gold and diamond world was to be aware of that. it's like you're putting a show on for everyone else, to live the life they so desperately want. but, at the end of the day, when there's no one watching, what is there? black hearts and black credit cards; cheating husbands, plastic wives, and a whole lot of nothing inbetween. their children were born with gold and diamond spoons in their mouths. from an early age, you're taught the same thing they were - that you're trapped here. what you do with that is entirely up to you. the majority? well, they follow in their parents footsteps, becoming the very peolpe they used to detest so much. the others? they either claim to be above all of this juvenile nonsense and ditch before they're cemented in, or they make a difference for themselves. people like tristan silver. she'd been born into this world, raised with the best of the spoiled trust fund babies. her future was a bleak one, with little else than balenciaga dresses and diet pills. but, at the same time, she was one of the few individuals who was aware of how these boundaries worked. she'd emerged as the ice queen of the scene ( hah. rhymes. funny. ) she could have anything she wanted; but, she'd also discovered how to do anything she wanted. it was a nice combination. she knew of the black hearts and empty emotions. she knew about the tragedies of being so blessed, but so ignored. she had lived it. every moment of her life had been the cliched story - disgustingly wealthy family, top of the social ladder. her father was a successful business mogul, who cheated on his over-processed wife with his younger, hotter secrataries. her mother had too much botox and not even to eat. she maxed out his credit cards, went for twice weekly mani-pedis and yogalaties. as time passed, their youngest daughter reigned the younger social scene. well, until she fucked that up, and spent the next three years in social exile. true, tristan functioned on the outside of the a-list. she partied on the beach and slept with queen bee-types boyfriends. but one couldn't deny - they knew who she was. made for another nice little combination. she was a silver, one of the most influential families in valkyrie. she stood above many others. she could also do what many others were too shit-scared to do. who else would be standing outside of the legendary valkyrie academy long after the underpaid staff had gone home? it was the day before winter break, baby. no one would be in the building for another two weeks, at least. most people rolled back in for second semester at the beginning of march. in her hand was an old-fashioned key, much too large to be considered average. it was silver. or, rather, it had been a million years ago, when the school had first opened. now, looking at it under the bright california moon, she noticed several dark marks from over-useage. the ribbon tied to the end of the key was a bright, cheery red she would rather never see again. the ends were fraying, the silk somewhat limp. it happened to match the big old-fashioned handle attached the door in front of her. damn good thing the same couldn't be said about the shoes of the long-legged girl whom she now saw approaching. confused yet? well, good. let's enter artemis ellis, another member of the pretty tragic of valkyrie, california. don't worry, now, this was all in the plan. why didn't i mention the plan up there? well, that would have ruined the surprise. "welcome to the dark side, my friend," her accent thick once artemis was within talking range, tristan pushed the aging key into the equally aging lock. leaning her shoulder into the heavy wooden door, it opened with a hollow thud. swinging it open, the smell of chlorine hit the chilled night air. what was the key with the ugly ribbon to? the indoor pool of valkyrie academy. oh, the plan? just this. the two girls had theorized, and quickly put into practice, the most legendary party in the history of valkyrie academy. each generation had been dark, rebelling against everything with their drugs, alcohol and illegal parties. it was good old-fashioned high school fun for the young and rich. watch the teen soap operas. remember how this "life" was to put on a show for everyone else? this was her putting on a show, over the top and extravagant, just like how mommy dearest did it. partying was the passtime for celebration, to deal with grief, or for something to do. choose your poison. stepping into the large, empty main room, tristan looked around. she'd rarely been here, but those renovations were impressive. the large swimming pool was untouched, glassy and clear. the hum of the hot tub was faint, as a second thought. the pool equipment was shadows, barely visible through the opened door of a storage closet right off the pool. nice. the same quirky smirk on her face, tristan pulled her iPhone from her pocket. scrolling through the address book, she quickly manuevered for a mass-text. infamous gossip bloggers obtain the contact information of anyone who matters over the years. "va pool. bring your poisons. here, asap. - tristan." simple enough to understand, sent only to those with status in valkyrie. "so, ellis, how are we doing on your initiation into valkyrie academy history?" sliding her phone back into her pocket, tristan looked 'round to artemis. she had only recently befriended artie, having only seen her hanging out with burn-outs like the hadley's. she was better than expected in being a member of valkyrie's elite. nice change. quickly re-tying her white shirt, adjusting it well above her belly button, tristan placed her hands on her narrow hips. this place had a sound system, she knew. the swim team liked to listen to it during practice or something. she'd only ever really been here in that storage closet, with said swim team's captain. don't judge, it was sophomore year. walking toward one of the many odd ledges around the walls of the room, her leather bag in hand, the gossip queen easily pulled a number of liquor bottles. the amount of alcohol in the silver household was impressive, almost sickening. her own stash was enough to supply for the party. but everyone else had to bring, that much poison was too heavy. knowing tommy ambrose, he was with the drugs. recipe for a good fucking time. placing the last of the seven or eight bottles on the ledge, tristan turned to look at artie again. "we just need the sex, drugs and rock 'n roll now." it had been a long time, a very long time. since? well, everything. since she hadn't had to be the frigid bitch she wasn't usually, since she'd thrown a highly illegal party, since she'd looked forward to anything.[/size][/blockquote] ----------------------------------------------------------- STATUS, complete.
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Post by Artemis Ellis on Jul 3, 2010 2:38:19 GMT -6
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -artemis evelyn ellis was pretty damn proud of herself. she couldn't fight back a distinct feeling of content self satisfaction as she stood surveying ellis family's well stocked liquor cabinet. she had decided that her safest best was to limit herself to two bottles, because her theory that her parents would assume that the missing bottles had been consumed by either their respective spouse or themselves when they had been too drunk to remember didn't allot for much more. after several moments of consideration, she removed one bottle of vodka and one bottle of peach schnapps.
oh, tonight was going to be good.
honestly, artie could hardly think of a better way to welcome in the very highly anticipated winter break. and she doubted that anyone else could, either. because what was on her agenda was fucking epic, thank you very much. it had been birthed in her own mind and the mind of tristan silver a couple of weeks ago, and now it was finally becoming a reality; a party destined to become the stuff of legends in the city of valkyrie, california, and more particularly in the prestigious high school it was home to; valkyrie academy. she and tristan were very presently going to break into the academy's ever modern and posh swimming pool and then send out summons to a good portion of the rest valkyrie's teenage population. who would hopefully answer the call with plenty of alcohol and various illegitimate substances. the vodka and the schnapps were artie's own humble contribution to the noble cause.
turning merrily on the wedge heels of her sandals, artie briskly began to make her way out of the dining room and ultimately out of her entire house. when she passed a bathroom off of the hallway she was currently traversing, she paused to debate whether or not she ought to go in and see what kinds of interesting stuff she could find in the medicine cabinet, but she decided against it. pills weren't really her thing, and her hands were full enough as it was.
she stopped to grab the keys to one of her father's "spare" cars in the entry way, and, in doing so, happened to glance to her left and see her cousin milo through the archway to the kitchen, who had apparently just paused the process of making himself a sandwich to stare rather quizzically at her. artie raised the hand that was holding the schnapps bottle to give him a wave. "bye," she said cheerily before uncurling one finger from the bottle's neck to raise to her lips. "shh." neither of her parental units were home, which was why she was able to stride out of the house holding two bottles of alcohol with such impunity, and she was trusting milo to not rat her out. and she was about ninety nine percent sure that he wouldn't because, well, he was milo. sweet, unassuming, non-confrontational milo. it wasn't how he rolled.
she managed to get the front door open, despite being handicapped by all her bottles, and proceeded jauntily into the garage, where she nestled the alcohol into the passenger's seat of her father's infrequently used rolls royce before jetting off in the direction of valkyrie academy. she had arranged to meet tristan there early in order ot perform the actual action of breaking into the acclaimed academy institution, so when she pulled into the parking lot, it was completely deserted. everyone had gone home to enjoy the fact that school had absolutely no control over them for the next couple of weeks. soon enough, though, a bunch of them (namely; all the ones that were considered to count) would be returning for one of the greatest illegal parties they were ever going to see. vodka and schnapps in tow, artie headed around towards the athletic section of valkyrie academy's campus, where, in front of the pool area, she spotted none other than her recently acquired buddy pal tristan silver. she had been probably the most prominent catalyst in artie's recent shift toward the valk!girl way of doing things, and she was quite fond of her.
"welcome to the dark side, my friend." these were tristan's words of acknowledgement as she turned the old fashioned key in the old fashioned lock of the pool door, simultaneously making access possible not only to the pool but also to the beginning of a legendary night. "why, thank you, darling. it's an honor to have finally made it here," artie said, her voice an interwoven mix of faux enthusiasm and genuine breeziness. the door swung open and artie followed tristan inside. artie stood motionless for several moments, arms hanging limply at her sides, her grip on her bottles loose and casual, to survey her surroundings while tristan pulled out her iphone to send the invitations. artie turned her attention from the impressive pool to her brunette counterpart when she put her phone away and began to speak. "so, ellis, how are we doing on your initiation into valkyrie academy history?" artie shot her a grin. "we aren't doing half bad, silver. hurray for me." she followed tristan over to where she was storing the alcohol and added her own to the stash. tristan had quite outdone her on this particular front. "we just need the sex, drugs and rock 'n roll now."
"mhmm. when does that get here?" artie asked devilishly as she began to remove her sandals. hopefully soon. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS finished.
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Post by Thomas Ambrose III on Jul 10, 2010 18:58:25 GMT -6
 
----WAS IT SURPRISING THAT TOMMY was at home when he got the text? home in his room. and by himself too. yup, there was no girl with him in his room either. just tommy ambrose in his room, on his bed, and read a book. how... weird was it that tommy actually looked like an intelligent human being. what book was he reading? devil in the white city. well, he was really reading it because he had to for school. do this project for english before school was let out for the holiday break. english came easy to him. he actually really did like reading. he wasn't into all that twilight shit or whatever the latest fads were. tommy actually liked reading more of the classics. or even a book with a darker plotline. devil in the white city definitely had that darker edge about a serial killer in chicago when the world's fair was going on. tommy could see a lot of himself in both the main characters. he wasn't a serial killer by all means, but the sorrow that killer felt tommy could relate.
sure, tommy was a popular kid, a resident drug dealer, and was always scheming, but he had a tougher life growing up. his mother bailed on him in the form of taking her own life. leaving a note to him and her father. thomas never shared with his son what his letter read. tommy's own letter was tucked inside yet another dark classic, heart of darkness. the envelope was sealed up, never opened in the several years he had had it. tommy closed the book he was reading and swung his legs off the side of the bed. he reached towards the drawer of the nightstand table and opened it. inside the paperback version of heart of darkness was a faded envelope. 'tommy' was written in cursive. his mother, blair, was the only one that always called him tommy. she was the one who gave him that nickname after all.
tommy turned the envelope over in his hands. it was another battle in his mind. should he open it or shouldn't he open it. at least once a month he was sitting in the position. it was a suicide note, a farewell letter. did tommy really want to know what his mother's final words to him were? what if it was bad?he knew blair had a tough last years. her mental being was failing and she was manic. it was always a gamble whether she was going to be happy or sad every day. tommy often had tried to think what the letter would say, but what would you say to your son before you killed yourself? that you were sorry? it made tommy angry. he hated his mother for leaving him with his father. he never really knew why blair killed herself. thomas told him it was because she was sick. tommy did later know his mother suffered from bipolar disorder. but he had always thought, if his mom hater their father so much, why couldn't she just take tommy with her and they could leave the city. leave thomas behind.
tommy was staring in a trance at his name on the letter. what did blair have to say to him? beep beep bepp. tommy shook his head, blinking. oh, his phone. he sloppily put the letter back in the book. the book was placed back into the drawer and he slide in closed. he pulled his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. tristan left him a message. "va pool. bring your poisons. here, asap. - tristan." what the hell? he had no idea if it was just to him or she was inviting everyone. knowing tristan, it was probably everyone she thought was cool enough. this must be some party or something. at the academy's pool? that sounded legal. she must have broken in. well, he was looking for trouble tonight. anything to get the memories of his mother out of his mind. tommy got up. he was going to need drugs. it wasn't a party unless tommy was supplying the drugs. he was feeling generous tonight. maybe he would give some free of charge. he still thought he needed to bring a better party favor he could enjoy so he stole the bottle of bacardi from his father's liquor cabinet. grabbing a little bit of every drug he had on hand, tommy quickly changed into some trunks and got into his car.
by the time he got to the pool, other wannabees were already swimming. he spotted a table with other alcoholic bottles and he placed the bacardi bottle next to them. a lot of things were on his mind. like, when was tristan gonna make him do the drugs? tommy did lose the bet in vegas. he had may, he did. he had her in his hotel room. he got her drunk, they were making out, and then... and then the bitch just passed out on him. yeah. on the bed, she just passed out. she couldn't handle her alcohol. tommy didn't do unconscious chicks, no matter how much he wanted to, she wanted her to remember him. so he took it like a man, and left her in his room. he lost the bet and tristan won. scanal star was safe and tommy had to do drugs. he was putting it off. he wanted to wait until after midterms, or it was a school night. the holiday break was coming and he knew he couldn't make any more excuses. he was literally going to have a taste of his own damn medicine. it sucked.
he couldn't find tristan at first. the screams and splashes crowded his vision. he just stood at the edge of the pool, pissed as hell. some of the girls with little bikinis on looked up at him, smiling. sophomores, no doubt. he rolled his eyes. he was feeling generous. he withdrew some prescription pills. adderall, xanax, the like, and started tossing the pills, like pennies, into the pool. "get 'em before they disolve." he told them.
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Post by Caroline Sutton on Jul 15, 2010 11:48:39 GMT -6
 VALKYRIE CALIFORNIA, VALKYRIE ACADEMY POOL, DECEMBER 2007[/font][/center] -----what in the hell was going on in her life? honestly. things had gotten so shaken up that her head was still spinning. vegas had long since passed and now...now things were upside down, backwards, and inside out all at the same time. the ex best friend was now starting to become her friend again, the guy she'd been readily denying was quickly on his way to becoming her boyfriend, and the guy everyone already thought she was dating? she'd slept with him. not to mention she'd run into her ex/baby daddy who had made a point to make himself known in vegas and was without a doubt invading her mind even though he was long since gone. she could swear she saw him around every corner. without a doubt she saw him and everyone else from keizer whenever she looked at ksenia. that would lessen over time, she hoped, but really...who's life got so mixed up so quickly? on would think that carly would be used to it by now. this had in fact happened once before. she'd been blindsided by a slew of events that had left her head reeling. only that time she'd wound up friendless. somehow that had changed this time around. what was it that she had promised herself when she'd moved to valkyrie? she'd promised herself that she would never let anyone in again. she'd promised to build up her walls so high that not even the people who'd conquered mount everest would have a chance in hell of climbing. she had promised herself that she'd never let someone in again and now look at what was happening. she had more guy friends than she could count, she was letting old friends back into her life, she was happy and smiling, and she had something with sebastian that she just couldn't put her finger on. the promises she'd made to herself had been blown to bits. of course a few walls still stood. there were things about her past that only ksenia would know, but she wasn't anywhere near ready to break down that wall.
-----so much for promises. carly hadn't made too too many promises in the past, and at most they were always promises she'd made to herself. that much she could handle. carly didn't like letting people down. it just didn't settle right with her, but she could let herself down just fine. that much she could always make up to herself. making things up to other people wasn't as easily done. one of the only things she'd promised herself that she was sure she was going to follow through with was finding her baby and getting her back. her daughter. hers. she didn't belong to anyone else. it was nearly two years since she'd given birth and carly still felt the same heart-wrenching pain she'd felt the day she'd watched someone else walk away with her daughter. she has screamed and she'd wrenched against the hands that held her down on the hospital bed. she'd begged the bastards that were walking away to bring her daughter back. but no one listened to the freshly turned fifteen year old who had just given birth. she couldn't possibly know how to be a mother. she couldn't possibly want such a responsibility at such a young age. yes it sounded strange. it sounded very uncharacteristic for someone so young to voluntarily want to take on that responsibility but carly couldn't help herself. those people had walked away with the life that had been growing inside of her. they'd had to problems with walking away as they heard her screams. nothing. not even a hesitating step. to carly it was like kidnapping. she didn't see things the way the legal system did. legally her parents were still in charge. they had the right to take her baby from her and to give her away because carly was a minor. she hadn't even been sixteen. she'd been given no choice and most of all she'd been given no warning.
-----that day haunted her like no other. it followed her like a thick fog of regret that seemed to encircle her every time she got a chance to catch her breath. it haunted her far worse than memories of cain, ksenia, or of keizer, worse than any bad thing that was said or done to her back in her hometown. nothing compared to the pain she felt. pain she just wanted to go away. she knew that she wouldn't fel better until the day came that she could hold her daughter in her arms again. nothing would ever compare to that moment where all the anxiety of the past few years just washed away and she was free to just feel. no more walls, no more pain, just happiness and the sense that everything was right in her world. that was the one thing she longed for, the one thing that no one could give her. but for now she was fine to put on a good face and just make an attempt at living. everything else felt dull without having her daughter around, but she would try. carly was just sitting in her room doing next to nothing. in part she was still recovering to the weird run ins she'd had with people from her past when back in vegas. sure she and ksenia had kind of started moving past it, but it was weird no matter how you looked at it. she ran into her ex best friend and the father of her child all in one night. it was a little too much of a reunion for her tastes and had rattled her something fierce the moment she'd gotten up to her hotel room and had a chance to be alone. so what was caroline isabelle sutton doing on this the most normal of days? catching up on homework. gag. it really was turning out to be a boring night. just like the answer to her prayers, carly's cellphone began to vibrate on her nightstand. pushing papers out of the way so she could lean over and grab the device. she looked at the screen and had to do a double take. since when did tristan silver have her number? more so, why was she beckoning her to go to the va pool in teh dead of night? wait, why in the hell was she questioning the opportunity to turn this boring night into one of entertainment?
-----carly stuffed her papers together, leaving them in a pile as she hopped off the bed, expertly moving around the cluttered floor as her fingers danced over the buttons of her phone. who was she texting? regan of course. the two seemed inseparable these days and for good reason. they had fun together. while she was at it she texted ksenia, who had found her way back into carly's life and as such back into her phone, and piper that new girl from the south who was a whole bundle of fun. carly was going to this thing and valkryie and she was sure as hell not going at it alone. she tucked her phone in the pocket of her jean shorts as she rummaged through the closet she'd found her way to. what was she going to wear? carly didn't have a huge supply of bathing suits because, well keizer didn't have big bodies of water and they didn't have a good supply of maternity suits. not like she'd go out looking like a cow anyways. "ha! gotcha!" she said eagerly as she spotted the black and white aeropostale bikini she'd picked up cheap a few weeks back. what, every girl in cali needed at least one suit. she had another but this was the first she could find and it was the one she was wearing. now if only she could find the bottoms. after a little more digging carly found the matching half of the bikini and she slid her way into it. not much effort there. at least she'd lost all that baby weight. looking in the mirror, she looked exactly like she had before she'd gotten pregnant only more mature and far more jaded. she slipped back into her pair of jean shorts and a thin long sleeve shirt that clung to her skin like it was painted on. with that she was out the door. she pulled up to valkyrie just in time to see regan finding his way there as well. she hopped out of her brother's car no less and ran over to regan, wrapping her arms around his neck and pecking him on the cheek. "you have expert timing." she said with a smirk as she took his hand and lead him toward the pool. there were already a bunch of people here, those wannabe types that just killed for the opportunity to be found around popular kids. those were the people who made her eyes roll.
-----she didn't bring anything, but she was sure other people were willing to make up for that. carly walked in, seeing a few people she recognized already, tristan who had mysteriously gotten her number, tommy ambrose (because who didn't know the valkyrie manwhore?), and someone she faintly recalled who's name...had escaped her. she was still new to the school, so sue her. she finally let go of regan's hand as they walked inside. she spotted tristan and gave her a little smirk. this had the possibility of being fun as long as some other people she knew wound up showing their faces. more so if sebastian was a pool party crasher but she was pretty sure that wasn't likely.
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Post by Ksenia Sakahrov on Jul 23, 2010 0:18:28 GMT -6
 -----------------------------------------------------------DECEMBER, 2007. MID-EVENING. ILLEGAL POOL PARTY.[/size] -----------------------------------------------------------[/color][/center] - - - EVEN AFTER SEVERAL [/b][/font] years, adjusting to american culture was difficult for her. ksenia sakahrov had lived in the united states for the better part of three years. yet, everyday was bringing her new surprises. as much as people claimed that culture was lost in north america, it was proving difficult to be simple to adjust to. she had lived in europe her entire life. jumping between belgrade and moscow, she had noticed differences. subtle differences. but she didn't feel as awkward as a two-legged horse in russia, compared to her home back in serbia. it had felt like that when the move to keizer was officialized. my god, if she didn't feel fucking awkward her first couple of weeks in this strange, new country. everything was different. very different. really different. but she had survived. after six months or so, she could have been born there, save the funny accent. and then came along valkyrie, california. when her father told her that he had accepted a job here, she hadn't been too surprised. victor sakahrov and being satisfied did not work well in the same sentence. he got antsy if he was forced to be in the same place for an extended period of time. left alone with that, he went and got himself into trouble. so, she supposed, the move had come at a good time. life in the tiny bubble of a town was getting unbearable, anyway. so, they moved to california. no problem. she had lived in america for years before coming to valkyrie. and yet, here she was, continuing to struggle to this new world. now, don't get me wrong, valkyrie mirrored keizer in many ways - it was a town divided by wealth and reputation. she could have guessed that while driving through los angeles. the only things that mattered here were your bank account and what you did with yourself. only, the pride never seemed to stream from family histories. it helped in the grand scheme of things, of course, but her new classmates seemed more concerned what you did than what your parents did. if you could throw back a beer and lived in a wreck of a home, the kids living in the shaks were happy to accept you. breaking in with the folks in the valks seemed to be a completely different story. the people here...they just acted so differently than her neighbours in keizer. don't get me started on what the little old ladies living in serbia would do if they saw such behavior. it was just all sound different. she was good at pretending to adjust; she'd mastered that long ago. there was just the unsettling feeling in her stomach that lingered for weeks after she moved here. it wasn't even her life that felt strangely off. that had been feeling that way since the fiasco with carly and cain had happened. she was just finding it difficult to compromise in valkyrie. torn between doing everything to fit in perfectly, and to be, well, herself. know the feeling? she was still trying to find a happy balance. at the moment? fitting in seemed to be a tad more important. she didn't want to know what these people would do if you stepped out of line. the people like tristan silver and tommy ambrose? they scared her, to be honest. they'd give the plastic bitchfaces in keizer a good jolt of intimidation - oddly satisfying thought, that is. being back in carly's somewhat good graces was just the cherry on top. she had to do her best to just co-operate and go with the flow. cool, she can do that. let's just take it slowly. she knew everyone else her age was probably out getting shitfaced, what with the semester finally coming to a close. ksenia, on the other hand, was sitting on her parent's brand new leather couch ( her parents had a habit of buying new furniture in times of...anything. a trait hopefully not hereditary. ) with the company of her television, and a microwave dinner. a full meal in three minutes, she couldn't complain. her parents? they were out...somewhere. she didn't really care. the only interesting point being proven was that culinary-chef people like to sabotage each other. reality show called chef school had been playing a marathon on the food network all evening. she'd gotten hooked in the last hour or so. buzz. buzz. eh? any noise that interrupted the pure noise of swearing chefs was bound to catch her attention. keeping her fork in her mouth, balancing the cardboard container on her knees, the russian female reached over to the glass coffee table, where her phone was laying, relatively silent. she barely knew anyone here, let alone had their number. flipping the blue phone open, she raised her eyebrows to find a text message from carly. she was still getting used to seeing her old friend not wanting to wring her neck around several times. it got more mystifying when the short message beckoned her to the valkyrie academy indoor pool. uhm, why? it was the middle of the evening, and school was out anyway. who hung around there in their off hours? not to say she knew what the valkyrie natives got up to in their free time. sometimes, she didn't want to know. but, you must admit, it was inviting. "move, starbucks." straightening out her legs, she poked their aging labrador. toeing the dog off the couch, she mindlessly left her half-finished gourment cuisine on the counter. scribbling her parents a hurried note, claiming to be spending the night at carly's, she turned off her new favorite show and climbed the stairs to her bedroom. pushing the door open with her shoulder, ksenia barely managed to not trip over a box. almost a month in valkyrie, and her bedroom was a mess of half-opened boxes. she'd unpack later. ripping the tape off of one random box, labelled 'moscow', she dug through the carefully folded articles of clothing. she had the wardrobe she wore strewn across the room. the clothes she wished she had the confidence and individuality to wear, well they were stashed in this box here. a quizzical look on her pale face, the blonde female pulled a dark swimsuit from the bottom of the box, soon followed by some sort of cover-up and sandals she'd never worn. quickly changing into the cut-away one piece, she pulled the black kaftan over her body. stepping into the sandals, feeling the uncomfort that came with new shoes, she looked in the mirror once. she didn't look like herself. ksenia on most days wore colors, happy faces and obnoxious accessories. now? she wore black, accessorized only with zippers and the red soviet necklace she'd gotten for her seventeenth birthday. pale, blonde, blue-eyed, and a funny accent? it wasn't difficult to assume she was russian. might as well showcase the fact proudly. that's what her parents always said, anyway. huh. they had taken the same car. she stood in their very empty garage, toying with the spare keys to the glossy black mercedes that stood untouched. her father only ever drove it to show off for clients or his bosses. her mother chose to walk everywhere. or took the ridiculous moped that stood parked in front of the house. i guess it's never too late to show off for your own people. peeps? seeing as many of her classmates drove lamborghinis and ferraris. how did you afford a two hundred thousand dollar car every six months? god. biting down on her lip, ksenia slammed the door to the family's prized automobile, carefully reversing it onto the street and toward her new school. the drive was a short one, barely ten minutes. and, judging by the increasing amount of designer sports cars in the parking lot, it wasn't an empty school. furrowing her manicured eyebrows together, she pulled the key from the ignition, silencing the pounding finnish metal that had threatened to break the windows. this had to be interesting. oh, it could be described as that. the large, echoing pool hall was filling with faces she'd never seen before. they were already in the pool, almost having sex and toasting with filled martini glasses. a table was filled with an impressive amount of liquor. she saw the likes of tristan and tommy standing by the edge of the pool, untouchable smirks on their faces. she even saw artemis ellis standing with them. since when did she hang out with the scary ones? shyly smiling at random people, she carefully avoided the majority of the crowds. loud shrieks and fast-paced rock music echoed in the large room. pulling her blonde hair around her shoulder, she only genuinely smiled when she laid eyes on carly. who knew who else she managed to invite. no familiar faces yet, however. "what the hell is this, comrad?" laughter in her accented voice, she looked around at the obviously very illegal party. "this is insane."[/size][/blockquote] ----------------------------------------------------------- STATUS, complete.
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Post by Tristan Silver on Aug 11, 2010 13:07:11 GMT -6
-----------------------------------------------------------DECEMBER, 2007. MID-EVENING. ILLEGAL POOL PARTY. [/size] -----------------------------------------------------------[/color][/center] - - - WHEN TRISTAN SILVER [/b][/font] wanted something, she generally got it. if people were dim enough to doubt this, she only went out and got it herself. surprising, i know. many of her neighbours were the ones who never moved off their skinny asses. why bother? this kind of money, one just has to snap their boney fingers, and a staff of thousands is avaliable to do anything you want. the life of living in valkyrie, california - if you knew how. much of valkyrie was a sad excuse for a town. people were poor - she wouldn't even touch that. the other half of the people living in the valks? didn't even deserve to be called valkers. they were wealthy because they won the lottery, or just got lucky at work. these originating families? the one who had been in valkyrie for generations came from real money, from old money. the silvers came from the most genuine brand of wealth avaliable. her pockets went deeper than valkyrie academy's; deeper than the faux-rich ones; even deeper than many other age-old families she considered to be somewhat equal. there was never any reason she couldn't get what she wanted. well, except the fact that she regularly reminded herself that she was nothing like anne levesque or her gang of too-skinny, too-blonde, too-dumb socialites. the only similarity they shared was a classroom and a social level. tristan, though, liked to consider herself more important than the us weekly addicts. she could hold something of a conversation, remember. besides, no one on her gossip blog's favorable list went out and scored the most legendary party in the last ten years. they either - a. didn't have the balls or b. the brains. i mean, you couldn't just hire a butler to go and break into your very prestigous, heavily guarded private school. the good ones would go running to mommy and daddy, telling on you, faster than you can destroy their lives. and, really, that was the only threat the skinny, socially-privileged white people with fat wallets had; until daddy dies and mommy is too plastic to function. and yet, here we are, standing in the indoor building of said very prestigious, heavily guarded private school. she wanted to throw an illegal party. so she went and did it. shocking. "we aren't doing half bad, silver. hurray for me." well, hold back a second. it would be silly to assume tristan could pull this particular prank off alone. even she wasn't that stealthy. recently recruited artie ellis was her newest partner crime. she offered more than the rest of valkyrie ever gave her credit for. another reason she liked to discard her lovely hometown for being as good as she was. it wouldn't take long for someone like nina suresh to come along, dye her hair blonde, put her in a sparkly little dress, and debut her as another brainless member of her posse. one generally loses brain cells while hanging out with that group. tristan had even managed to transform their local virgin may into someone worth more than that. the same breezy smirk on her tanned face, tristan watched as artie added her own bottles to the stash of alcohol and nodded her approval. it had been no trouble for tristan to take more than half a dozen bottles from her own home - her parents just didn't care that much anymore. they knew, probably. just didn't care. that was just another fight they didn't want to have with her. "you almost sound like you had any doubt." winking at artie, tristan lifted one of her own vodka bottles from the tables, screwed the plastic lid off, and brought it straight to her lips. the burn was so worth it. half-watching as her friend began to discard her shoes, she lowered the polar ice. a good four shots worth had disappeared. "our little minions are on their way now." like she had any doubt at all. hah. it didn't take long for said little minions to start showing up. within fifteen minutes, half the junior and senior class was toasting martini glasses, having half-sex, and generally tarnishing the very name of valkyrie academy. she wanted them to do that. would they have honestly followed the orders had it not been from tristan silver herself? slutty, manipulative bitch who screwed everything over or not, the girl had serious pull around here. might as well get used to it. had she recieved a similar text from anyone but herself, or the likes to artemis or tommy, it would have been rendered a cheap laugh. like anyone else could actually pull this off. most people were too fucking timid to try. having given up her solo vodka bottle several minutes previous, tristan herself was now balancing an expertly made vodka-martini. still dressed in her clothes, she had been loitering around the edge of the pool since the beginning of the night. someone had to keep an eye on the consistantly growing liquor supply, the pounding rock music, and that no one had tattled and invited people she had deemd hopeless long ago. throwing this legendary of a dash didn't offer much fun for the throwers themselves. not yet, at least. there was some business before pleasure, first. the same satisfied smirk on her face, tristan carefully rounded the edge of the pool. my god she was good. balancing her half-finished martini carefully, she crossed her free arm over her stomach, stabilizing her elbow. "please, hold the applause." a familiar edge highlighting her voice, tristan paused as soon as she reached the very person she had been looking for - thomas ambrose the third. good friend, partner in crime, and, tonight, the object of her sarcasm and taunting. "apart from throwing the most legendary party of the past four years, i also get to rub this post-victory dirt in your eyes." maintaining a good-natured tone, tristan raised her glass as to toast tommy as he finished throwing pills into the pool to his screaming fans. watching them through judgemental blue eyes, she fell quiet as she inspected them. she couldn't believe she had been a sophomore once. they were such...petty little things. she could feel their eyes pausing on her as they giggled and screeched with each other - an innocent little look crossed their faces once they saw the likes of tristan silver and tommy ambrose watching them. oh, she loved this feeling. sighing appreciatively, tristan closed her eyes for a minute before looking over at tommy, all business. "i like to think we succeeded in destroying an innocent girl." a cruel smile on her face, she didn't even bother to look if their little pet project was here. who would invite her? far as she knew, may's number was not under 'everyone' in her contact list. but who knows. she didn't really care who got her text message. "there's still time to turn her into the big slut this side of los angeles. but, at this point in time, i hope you remember i'm still the winner of this round." bitch. cruel, soulless bitch. raising manicured eyebrows at tommy, she elegantly lifted the martini glass to her lips and downed the rest of it. she loved winning.[/size][/blockquote] ----------------------------------------------------------- STATUS, complete.
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Post by Alexandra Suresh on Aug 13, 2010 23:52:09 GMT -6
 ALEXANDRA SURESH,YOU TURN AND LOOK AND LIFE'S PASSED YOU BY
YOU LOOK TO THOSE YOU LOVE AND ASK THEM WHY
you look to those you love to justify
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"And where the hell do you think you're going at eight o'clock at night?" "Damn it." Alexandra Suresh stopped in her tracks just in front of the Suresh estate's large front doors and wheeled around to find her older brother Timothy staring down at her from the staircase with a suspicious expression. "Well I was thinking I just need to clear my head a bit and I figured I could use a walk." Alex shrugged, edging towards the door still. Tim kept his eyes on her as he took a few steps down. "That's funny, you went for a walk this afternoon for the same reason." Alex shifted her eyes away from his, glancing behind her to try and judge how far from the door she was. Rats, she still had a few metres to go and it would look even more suspicious if she just bolted for it. "Well....you know what they say. You can never have too much fresh air!" Alex exclaimed with a nervous laugh. Tim finally nodded, leaning against the railing and giving her a look that said that he apparently believed her. "Alright, well enjoy your walk then." he said with a small wave, walking back up the stairs towards his bedroom. But Alex hadn't lived with Tim for sixteen years for nothing. She watched him warily as she backed into the door and swung it open, just waiting for Tim to say something to make her stop but he actually seemed to be genuine for the first time in forever. "Okay well I'm off. I've got my cell so call if anything happens." she said hurriedly, walking quickly out the door and swinging it shut with a bang.
Alex made sure to walk all the way down the front path and out the front gate, even walking a little down the street just to be safe in case Tim was watching her from the window or something. Honestly, what was he thinking, letting her go for a walk at eight o'clock at night? The usual paranoid Tim would have insisted that she stay at home where she was safe. He did that no matter what the time was these days, even suggesting that she get home-schooled now. Okay so he had his reasons, his very decent reasons. Getting kidnapped by your own father and taken several states away before having him knock you unconscious and leave you for dead at a petrol station wasn't something you wanted repeated in any way. So naturally Tim was a little overprotective these days but still. That was a few months ago now and while Alex was no way near recovering, she was on her way and she didn't need to be watched 24/7, unbeknownst to Timothy no matter how many times she told him. She hadn't been allowed out of the house for anything besides school and visiting Amber these days. And that was why Alex was now going through so much trouble for this. 'This' was the secret and probably illegal pool party being held at Valkyrie Academy right now. Alex had received an anonymous text informing her of the whereabouts and when and although she hadn't been planning on going, it seemed that Amber had gotten word of it too and was apparently planning on going so naturally Alex changed her mind. Getting out of the house was the tricky part though. Alex had to plan it all very well. First she packed her bag with her bikini and towel among other things and then she had to throw the bag out of her window into the bushes below. Then there was the quick lie about just going for a walk which was partly true. And now she was doubling back from that walk and sneaking back to the side of the house where her bag now sat, directly under her window.
A few moments later Alex was happily strolling down the streets of Valkyrie, headed straight for the school. She probably could have used her car but that would have made it harder to get the bag out of the house and honestly she really did need all the fresh air she could get. It was so rare for her to be outside these days since she went from school to home and then back again every day. Just the feeling of being able to walk down the street on her own made Alex feel kind of free and it was a good feeling. There was the slight paranoia that her dad could be watching her right now and just drive up and repeat his actions from last time but Alex was determined to push that paranoia to the back of her mind right now. Tonight was not the night to worry about that. Tonight was the night to have fun and let loose, something she hadn't done in a long time. There was going to be no negative thoughts tonight. None at all. As Alex finally reached the school grounds and made her way to the pool she paused for a moment and smiled. Despite being a few metres away she could already hear what sounded like a fairly decent crowd already there. Moments later she was inside the girl's change room, hurriedly stripping down and into her bikini. It had been a while since she'd been this exposed and to be honest she felt a little self conscious but she'd managed to cover up any bruises with make-up and since it was mostly the sides of her face that had been really injured, Alex was assured that she wouldn't attract too much attention. The bruises were fading nicely by now anyway thank goodness. All the same, Alex still threw on a top over her bikini just in case.
Out in the pool area, the party was well into swing now. Alex spotted several familiar faces from all areas of the school both in the pool and just sitting around the pool. Of course most of the people outside of the pool were girls in their precious bikinis and carefully fixed hair. As Alex continued to look around though, she failed to see her best friend's face anywhere. Apparently Amber hadn't made it yet unless she was somehow hiding from Alex which she shouldn't be since they had made up and were back to being epic best friends now. Sighing slightly, Alex hovered awkwardly at the edge of the pool for a moment, folding her arms to cover her chest tightly as she tried to find someone to talk to so she wouldn't look like a complete loner right now. But it seemed like while everyone else was partying and going wild, Alex was stuck standing at the edge of the pool, completely alone. A few familiar faces from some of her classes walked past and gave her an enthusiastic but they moved on pretty quickly, leaving Alex to wait impatiently for Amber or at least someone else decent to show up.
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TAGGED TO; everyone !
TIME/PLACE; mid evening, december / valkyrie academy pool
CREDITS; format inspired by v-siders. lyrics by doves. banner by DRFRANKENSARA at caution v.2.
OUTFIT; reeeow ;] and over top
NOTES; ah i've missed alex. anyway woo pumped for the partaaay xD
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