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I'll post something soon!!
What does the ballroom look like? Could we have like a picture so I can go off that for discription?? :)
LowKey123 said
HOLY SHIT okay, now I'm just gonna watch, because Stephanie's intro post was absolutely amazing.
Aw honey!
Also, I like 1
SwordfishKnight said
Sorry if my post was a little half-assed. Also on a side note, this feels a little persona-ish. Is it just me?
Persona-ish?? Elaborate???
“Yes, mummy, I -…well no, but I’m – mother, can I just –…” Her words trailed off like a timid little stream that tries to compete with an ocean. Sighing, Evie set down the phone, the cord not long enough to reach her closet, and threw her long, brunette hair into a pony, pulling on a shin length, tan trench coat over her Chanel dress that she probably couldn’t afford, and slipped on a pair of Dior stiletto’s that she definitely couldn’t afford. When she picked up the phone again, her mother hadn’t even noticed her absence on the other end of the line. She was still raving about how Evie had promised to have a job by now and how she had been in New York for almost three months and how her rent payments were almost up and had she been mugged? Evie would tell her parents if there was something wrong, wouldn’t she? Because Eliza had heard that New York had an extremely high crime rate and Evie had really worried her last week when she didn’t call her that one night, Eliza was tempted to phone up every hospital in New York and enquire about her daughter, and how does she chose to repay her? By not getting a job and spending all of her father’s money and all of her time painting for leisure when it was supposed to be a job, and what was she going to do with her Art degree anyway?
“Mum,” Evie interrupted, “Okay, firstly, I always pay my debts-“
“You’ve never had debts to pay off!” Eliza almost laughed and Evie was about to say that she would pay off her debts, eventually, but her mother was still talking. “- And Evelyn, for goodness sake, it is simply not good enough.” Eliza finally slowed down, her voice trailing to a soft half, emphasised by a tired sigh. “Come home, darling,” She was almost pleading and Evie sat down on her bed, winding the phone’s cord around her finger. “You can go on to get a teaching degree and you can teach art. It would be a much more stable life plan for you, and an easy enough job to leave once you’re happily settled down with a husband who can support you.”
Evie ground her teeth together in annoyance, something her mother instantly picked up on and scolded her for. “Evelyn, I’m only thinking about what is best for you. You’re my only daughter, and I love you.” Evie had to smile, the corner of her mouth quirking upwards slightly, involuntarily. Eliza meant well, Evie knew, but she wasn’t the most tactful individual. She did, however, take full responsibility for pushing Evie into art in the first place, thus accepting that her daughter’s choice to move to a different country was, in fact, an unintentional consequence of her own actions. Still, Eliza had been persistent and Evie had yet to have a transatlantic phone call with her that didn’t consist largely of Eliza asking her to come home. It was nice to know that her mother missed her, though.
“Mum, I’m fine.” Evie told her, in a gently dismissive tone, “As a matter of fact, I have an interview I have to get too so I’ll phone you later and let you know how that goes, okay? I love you, mother, tell daddy I love him too, goodbye.” She let her mother say a begrudging goodbye and then hung up.
New York City was different to how Evie had expected it to be. A world away from her comfortable London, New York was always loud and moving, and it certainly lived up to the mantra of being the city that never sleeps. On her first few nights here, Anna had found herself quite restless, having grown up in British countryside where the loudest noise was a plane far over her head, here they were landing on her roof. People were always hailing taxis and swearing in the street at 2am. Anna hadn’t even been out past 9pm yet, let alone 2. She liked to pretend to her mother than she could handle whatever New York threw at her, but the truth was she knew how high crime rates were here, and it did scare her a little. Still, her logic told her that the crime rate was so high because the population was so high, it became a factor unto itself.
One good thing about New York; she had learnt that she could usually count on a taxi to stop for her. Jumping into the taxi, Evie gave the cabbie the address, having learnt that taxis here worked very differently to how they worked in London. For one, no taxi driver had any idea where anything was here, they simply relied on their customers to know where they were going, and they just knew the intersections. Nonetheless, a few minutes later found Evie stood outside the bar where she was having the interview that was just one in a long line, none of which had been successful so far. She was getting desperate. “Lost Drop.” She mumbled to herself, looking from the piece of paper in her hand to the establishment in front of her.
“Okay.” She muttered, adjusting the lapels of her coat and rubbing her hands together, the cold air starting to get to her. Her breath misted slightly in front of her. Winter is coming. She thought. She gave herself a quick, mental pep talk and set back her shoulders before she walked into the pub, the bell ringing as she did so.
“Mum,” Evie interrupted, “Okay, firstly, I always pay my debts-“
“You’ve never had debts to pay off!” Eliza almost laughed and Evie was about to say that she would pay off her debts, eventually, but her mother was still talking. “- And Evelyn, for goodness sake, it is simply not good enough.” Eliza finally slowed down, her voice trailing to a soft half, emphasised by a tired sigh. “Come home, darling,” She was almost pleading and Evie sat down on her bed, winding the phone’s cord around her finger. “You can go on to get a teaching degree and you can teach art. It would be a much more stable life plan for you, and an easy enough job to leave once you’re happily settled down with a husband who can support you.”
Evie ground her teeth together in annoyance, something her mother instantly picked up on and scolded her for. “Evelyn, I’m only thinking about what is best for you. You’re my only daughter, and I love you.” Evie had to smile, the corner of her mouth quirking upwards slightly, involuntarily. Eliza meant well, Evie knew, but she wasn’t the most tactful individual. She did, however, take full responsibility for pushing Evie into art in the first place, thus accepting that her daughter’s choice to move to a different country was, in fact, an unintentional consequence of her own actions. Still, Eliza had been persistent and Evie had yet to have a transatlantic phone call with her that didn’t consist largely of Eliza asking her to come home. It was nice to know that her mother missed her, though.
“Mum, I’m fine.” Evie told her, in a gently dismissive tone, “As a matter of fact, I have an interview I have to get too so I’ll phone you later and let you know how that goes, okay? I love you, mother, tell daddy I love him too, goodbye.” She let her mother say a begrudging goodbye and then hung up.
New York City was different to how Evie had expected it to be. A world away from her comfortable London, New York was always loud and moving, and it certainly lived up to the mantra of being the city that never sleeps. On her first few nights here, Anna had found herself quite restless, having grown up in British countryside where the loudest noise was a plane far over her head, here they were landing on her roof. People were always hailing taxis and swearing in the street at 2am. Anna hadn’t even been out past 9pm yet, let alone 2. She liked to pretend to her mother than she could handle whatever New York threw at her, but the truth was she knew how high crime rates were here, and it did scare her a little. Still, her logic told her that the crime rate was so high because the population was so high, it became a factor unto itself.
One good thing about New York; she had learnt that she could usually count on a taxi to stop for her. Jumping into the taxi, Evie gave the cabbie the address, having learnt that taxis here worked very differently to how they worked in London. For one, no taxi driver had any idea where anything was here, they simply relied on their customers to know where they were going, and they just knew the intersections. Nonetheless, a few minutes later found Evie stood outside the bar where she was having the interview that was just one in a long line, none of which had been successful so far. She was getting desperate. “Lost Drop.” She mumbled to herself, looking from the piece of paper in her hand to the establishment in front of her.
“Okay.” She muttered, adjusting the lapels of her coat and rubbing her hands together, the cold air starting to get to her. Her breath misted slightly in front of her. Winter is coming. She thought. She gave herself a quick, mental pep talk and set back her shoulders before she walked into the pub, the bell ringing as she did so.
AcaciaMalikov said
Lol got home and just realized I could finally look at the pics of the man talking to Ace .. first thought .. he's actually kinda cute, yet rude XD
Levi's guy? Or Jason? Because I can't find Levi's guy,hahahaa
Anna was stood a little way off, looking at the buffet table and wondering how on earth somebody was supposed to hydrate themselves at this party. Surely there would be waiters, or something, out soon enough? There seemed to be trouble in all corners of the room, Anna saw a girl in a silver dress get bombarded by a boy, who barely stopped to apologise, and in several instances, she saw drinks get spilt over dresses. Aside from hoping that didn't happen to her, Anna's first thought was, where had those people gotten their drinks from? As if my magic, "Drink, madame?" said a voice from behind her and she turned, taking a glass from the tray the waiter offered her and smiling her thanks. She couldn't tell if the drink was alcoholic or not, but it was sweet and it was a drink and it was what she had after. At first she didn't notice the man who had begun a conversation with Ace, it was only when Koshmarik's growls caught her attention that she turned around, able to hear him audibly over the music and chatter in the room. Ace's eyes flickered to her own, showing how uncomfortable the situation made her. In all honesty, Anna thought the man had to be a little stupid to be to bold around the dog, whose stance and demeanour made it clear that he didn't want him there.
Anna was about to go over and intercept Ace when yet another party joined the conversation, another man, interrupting their exchange. At first, Anna thought that perhaps he was a friend of the one in the venetian mask, but he simply leaned in, "So what's going on over here?" . Obviously, he wasn't going to be any help and she didn't want Ace getting scared away from the party. She made her way over to them, lifting her dress slightly, out of the way of peoples clumsy footwork, and inserted herself into the conversation, stepping between Ace and the man who'd initially started talking to her.
"Ace, would you like to go and get some food? I've not eaten all day." She said, the british on her tongue emphasising her last words. The british manners in her also made her turn and greet the two boys. Oh, hello. If you'll excuse us, I have to steal away my roommate. We're positively starved."
Anna was about to go over and intercept Ace when yet another party joined the conversation, another man, interrupting their exchange. At first, Anna thought that perhaps he was a friend of the one in the venetian mask, but he simply leaned in, "So what's going on over here?" . Obviously, he wasn't going to be any help and she didn't want Ace getting scared away from the party. She made her way over to them, lifting her dress slightly, out of the way of peoples clumsy footwork, and inserted herself into the conversation, stepping between Ace and the man who'd initially started talking to her.
"Ace, would you like to go and get some food? I've not eaten all day." She said, the british on her tongue emphasising her last words. The british manners in her also made her turn and greet the two boys. Oh, hello. If you'll excuse us, I have to steal away my roommate. We're positively starved."
Y'all best be ready to wish me happy 18th on August 12th, okay?? :D
It's never broken up for me, and it's a time saver too!
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Levi, was your mystery guy talking to Ace or Anna?? The 'nice pet' was obviously directed at Ace, but I was confused because Anna asked if there was anything to drink and there was the bit about him offering the flask?
Levi, was your mystery guy talking to Ace or Anna?? The 'nice pet' was obviously directed at Ace, but I was confused because Anna asked if there was anything to drink and there was the bit about him offering the flask?
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