"Oh wow, your daughter looks lovely. When did they get married?" Willow smiled kindly as the portly older woman beside her excitedly held her cell phone too close to Willow's face, showing her a professionally taken picture of a tall man in a well-tailored suit holding onto his beautiful blushing bride, surrounded by their wedding party.
The conversation began after the lady, a sixty-seven-year-old widower named Judy had inquired about Willow's flight nerves after observing her ordering a second whiskey after downing her first fairly quickly. Judy had remarked her deceased husband had also been terrified of flying. Willow did not have the heart to tell her that she wasn't anxious over flying, but was instead dreading the next coming days as she reunites with her past classmates of 2009.
To distract herself from the nearly four-hour flight from Newark International airport to Key West International, Willow humoured the kind lady with her small talk. First, she learned that dear Judy had been over at Newark to take care of her daughter, who had recently given birth to her only grandchild after being married for nearly three years. Judy had been enthusiastic, and Willow's listening ear had only encouraged Judy to share the good news with anyone that would listen. When Judy asked Willow about her husband, pointing at the modest band around her ring finger, Willow covered her hand in shame.
"Ah, I must have forgotten to take it off before leaving the apartment..." Willow laughed, sounding a little hollow. When Judy tilted her head, questioning her silently, Willow hesitantly explained. "I'm divorced. I... Wearing this thing is just a force of habit." To make a point, Willow pulled off the offending jewellery off her hand and slipped it into her purse that was tucked between her foot.
"I'm sorry to hear that, dear." It was clear the glum answer had only served to swallow the happy mood Judy had been in. Willow smiled again as the familiar sound of the seatbelt warning switched on. When she looked around Judy towards the window beside her, Willow noticed that they were preparing for landing. It was a sign from whatever deity above was watching, allowing the brunette to gradually excuse herself from the conversation.
Perhaps this is the reaction Willow should prepare herself for, she thought to herself as she collected her hand luggage from the overhead bin. Although she left Kings Academy with more friends than enemies, she could say with certainty that most of those friendships were now casual acquaintances at most. Perhaps old friends like Alex and Tara wouldn't even recognise her now, given that its been years since she's spoken to either of them. The pit in her stomach grew larger, and she knew it wasn't the whiskey begging to come back out.
Faces flashed in her mind as she absentmindedly waited for her Uber to take her to the hotel. Teddy and Grace came first, the two people she was still in touch with. It was a relief knowing they were also coming, a few friendly faces would help with her developing anxiety. Amanda was the next face she saw, the primary reason why she decided facing her high school demons would be on her agenda this weekend. A couple more faces came too; Allison, Caden, friends of the past that she had nearly forgotten. Even Grayson's face dared to show up in her traitorous mind, reminding Willow that thinking was not her forte. It was pathetic, but part of her hoped that at least he wouldn't show up. She couldn't expect the deity in the sky to supply her with luck twice in a row, but a girl could hope.
Willow chewed on her lower lip as her hand slipped into her purse again, fingers brushing around her cold wedding band before she caught herself again. She chided herself as the Uber pulled up at the resort. It was too late to turn back now. No matter who comes to the reunion, Willow cannot change things now. It was only a three-day affair, what's the worst that could happen?
At least, that is what Willow was telling herself as her stomach churned again upon entering her hotel room after checking in.
sorry just trying to space out the table in a more acceptable manner please stop looking
Willow May Nicholson
No nicknames, Willow is simple enough.
27
Female
Heterosexual
Divorced
Fundraising Manager at Roald Dahl's charity for children
The Biltmore 271 West 47th Street New York, NY 10036
Hair: Mousy-brown/faded blond | Straight-wavy | Mid length hair normally left down or in a ponytail.
Eyes: Amber-Brown
Height: 5'5"
Body Type: Slim, average.
Clothing Style: Business or casual, depending on the occasion. Lots of blouses, blazers and skirts, as well as fitting jeans and comfortable but appropriate shoes.
Makeup Wise: Natural. If she's feeling particularly adventurous then red lips will do.
Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: None, only simple earlobe piercings.
The Willow of today is different to the Willow from a year ago, and the Willow most her peers would know from ten years ago. The Willow known by her high school peers was a bright, albeit spoiled girl with the only goal of making people happy. She drifted between groups, maintaining a decent social life while balancing school life and her many hours spent volunteering at all kinds of shelters. She was fun-loving, always up for a craic which oftentimes made her the life of the party. She made plenty of friends at school, however, she knew none of them were truly meaningful. She was aware of some calling her fake, holier than thou and even preachy for telling off her peers for wasting things that could be donated.
College barely changed Willow, if anything it made her more confident in speaking out for the little guy, as well as encourage her to become hard-working for her to make her dream a reality. Meeting Lucas certainly helped her maintain decent grades allowing her to pick up a job in a sector she was most passionate about.
You could say the Willow today has grown more hopeless. With her marriage dissolved, she's thrown herself back into work, allowing herself no time to truly cope with the loss of her husband. She's lost her sense of fun, the trait that most would describe Willow, leaving a woman focusing entirely on her career to cope with her life falling apart.
The earliest memory Willow has is of her father tucking her into bed and reading her the story of Peter Pan. It was not the only time her father read to her, but it was one of the most memorable due to her love for the character. Growing up, Willow and her family were well-off, living in the gated community of Crown Heights. Her sister, who was four years her senior, was her best friend, sharing everything from clothes to toys with little fuss between them. Her doting parents let the girls do anything they wanted, attending to their every desire and need, expecting little in return.
The girl loved her books. Her room was packed to the brim with endless stories with worn pages stored anywhere there was space. When she was nine, her mother gently encouraged her to give away the books she didn't need anymore. The books she hadn't touched in years. Willow protested, because what if she'd need her animal colouring book in the future? Her mother took her to the shelter anyway, trying to show the girl that although she was privileged, not every child had what she did. Perhaps this did well, or perhaps this mentally scarred the girl into becoming a giving freak - either way, Willow could never forget how happy it made her feel watching the kids enjoy her books.
Much of her life from there on out was the same. The girl worked hard and played harder. She made friends in high school, only to lose touch with most at college. Despite her heartbreak in high school, Willow was able to fall for someone else much in the same way she'd done before. It was at college she met Lucas, a budding physiotherapist dreaming of moving to New York City. At first, the two remained good friends, keeping their relationship strictly platonic whilst Lucas was dealing with his toxic on/off girlfriend at the time. However, remaining platonic was difficult once he managed to cut the toxicity out of his life. The two fell hard and fast for each other, much to the joy of their friends around them. The couple moved to NY and within two years they were engaged. Willow thought her life was perfect up until she walked in on her fiancรฉ making out with his ex-girlfriend at their new apartment two months after their engagement. Willow, hopelessly in love with her fiancรฉ, was quick to forgive and forget the incident to keep up her happy life, content with ignoring the growing discomfort in her tummy.
She compromised a lot. Lucas did not want children, so Willow prepared herself for a life with no children to read to like her father had. He didn't like pets, so she didn't adopt that cute elder dog she heard about from her colleague. He wanted to keep in touch with his junkie ex, and Willow let him. Willow was twenty-five when she got married and living her life blissfully before her dream was once again broken. On the same day she lost her grant from the government, she found her husband wrapped around his ex-girlfriend in their marital bed. She left when she heard Lucas tell her he loves her.
Willow moved out the following day, ignoring the missed calls and the messages on Facebook and threw herself into apartment hunting. She got the divorce papers signed the same week she signed the lease to her new apartment. Now, one year later since the incident, Willow has yet to dive back into the dating scene. She's declined invitations to birthday parties, bachelorette parties and baby showers as her friends around her get their happy endings.
Jacob Nicholson | Mystery-thriller Author | FC: Gary Oldman | 55
Elaine Jean Nicholson | World renowned Clinical Psychologist | FC: Laura Linney | 53
Summer Leigh Wright, married to Dr. Noah Wright | Owner of a Bakery | FC: Lea Seydoux | 31
Lucas Ikeda-Ward, currently with ex Luisa Watson | Physiotherapist | FC: Hideo Muraoka | 29
Juliet Mary-Anne Nicholson | Studying Engineering at FIT | FC: Florence Clapcott | 18
Sophie Cookson | 9a503d Yes, Juliet is nine years younger than Willow, and thirteen years younger than Summer. She was an accident, but a happy one. Willow finally got a dog after her divorce, his name is Bear, thirteen years old and still hella cute. Is probably going to regret coming to the reunion the most. Favourite dessert implies I can only pick one, and I cannot do that because I'm a fatass.
โ Respects || โฏ Neutral || โฎ Friends || โซ Best Friends || ยง Tense || โฅ Love Interest || โค Significant Other || โ Enemies
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"My bestest friend in the world, she means everything to me. I'm glad to admit I still have her on speed-dial."
Willow and Grace met after Grace was forced by her father to do something, and what better thing to do than to take up a quick role at the local dog shelter for the summer? Of course, the resident charity nut was there to welcome Grace with open arms, and then... the rest is history. She's been there for everything, including when Willow was shutting people out as a result of her husband's cheating.
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"Amanda was always the unattainable goal. She was prettier, smarter, everything I couldn't be, but she was also my friend."
โฎ โฎ
"I didn't know him long enough, but a friend of a [best] friend is a friend of mine."
โฎ โฎ
"My bridesmaid and next closest friend aside from Grace. Such a pure soul, I always felt like giving her a hug."
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"Rocky is the only one that could get me to squat for anything other than the chocolate bar at the convenience store. Everyone needs a friend like her in their lives."
Tara, or more affectionately known as Rocky by Willow, is one of the few people Willow is absolutely in awe of. Before they started talking, Willow always thought of Tara as someone that was cool, and getting to know Tara did not disappoint one bit. The two officially met as they were partnered up for PE, the coach thinking that the combination of the athletic goddess and couch potato very amusing. It worked out in the end, with Willow and Tara getting along like a house on flames. Tara inspired Willow to put more effort in her gym class, while Willow treated Tara to typical Willow craic in return (yes, makes everything worth it, doesn't it?). Tara, out of everyone, was the one to find Willow crying in the bathroom during prom, and as Willow pathetically blubbered out her sorrows, she looked up only to find Tara gone. She never intended on Tara to punch Grayson, but a small part of her couldn't help but feel a tiny bit satisfied. Their friendship lasted even after graduation and through college, even scoring Tara an invite to her wedding as part of her personal favourite crew. Unfortunately, it was sometime after her wedding that Tara and Willow lost touch.
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"He was that guy Alex and Grayson used to hang out with right? He was nice from what I remember. I hope he's doing well."
โฏ โฏ
"Gracie's ex! I... only know him as that unfortunately. He was... cool though, right? Gracie help, what do I say?"
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"Jace dated Amanda so I suppose he is just as perfect as her. Surely Manda would only date the perfect guy."
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"Tessa... I knew of her, but never really got a chance to talk to her. I'm sure she was nice, even if she wasn't cool with Alex."
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"Reina... we weren't friends, but perhaps that could change? I don't recall ever hearing anything bad about her."
โซ/ยง ยง/โซ
"I regret breaking off our friendship but... I couldn't let what happened between Grayson and I impact his friendship."
Willow doesn't actually remember a time when she and Alexander weren't friends. Throughout high school they were the dynamic duo often the mastermind of the pranks of the week. Anything you can think of, they probably pulled. They also were pulled into the principals office just as often, but thanks to Alex's great grades and Willow's otherwise upstanding contributions, they would often be dismissed with a tired sigh and a detention slip.
So when did that change? It didn't. Willow still often thinks of Alex as her best friend, just like Grace and even Teddy. But she couldn't maintain their friendship once graduation loomed as her fear of getting between the friendship of Grayson and Alex, two of the King's Men grew. Ultimately Willow made the decision for Alex, to keep her head down and focus on her own life, leaving Alex to figure out things on his own. All she hopes is that he and Grayson are still friends.
โฅ/ยง ยง/โฅ
"I should have learnt from you. Instead I fell in love with another man that cared more for another than his own wife."
Willow and Grayson were frequent faces at the detention club, meeting sometime before senior year after she and Alexander pulled a particularly funny prank involving a rubber duck and a phone case. Given that there was no way excitable Willow could spend the hour in silence, it was a given she'd start pestering Grayson for conversation and entertainment when the teacher's back was turned. Soon she was falling for him, realising it only when she noticed she laughed a little harder at his jokes, or was willing to get caught for her part in the pranks if it meant she could hang out with Grayson a little more.
One day, Willow made the mistake of talking about her crush with Grace, as any teenaged girl would while dealing with their melodrama. Willow couldn't understand why Grayson never noticed her in the same way she had seen him, but at the same time she knew only she was to blame. Somehow before senior year prom, (hint, thanks Grace) Grayson surprised Willow when he asked her to prom. Delighted, she accepted without thinking twice, throwing herself at dress shopping and limo planning from excitement. Except, her dream night came crashing down when Willow realised who Grayson truly came for. Heartbroken, Willow tearfully slapped him before hiding herself in the toilets where Tara found her and... the rest is history. Willow graduated from Kings Academy pointedly avoiding Grayson like the plague, going as far to avoid Alex as well in order to get over being so humiliated.
edit: need to gussy up my relation sheet but got the general order right... I think.
Fundraising Manager at Roald Dahl's charity for children
Current Address
The Biltmore 271 West 47th Street New York, NY 10036
Appearance Details
Hair: Mousy-brown/faded blond | Straight-wavy | Mid length hair normally left down or in a ponytail.
Eyes: Amber-Brown
Height: 5'5"
Body Type: Slim, average.
Clothing Style: Business or casual, depending on the occasion. Lots of blouses, blazers and skirts, as well as fitting jeans and comfortable but appropriate shoes.
Makeup Wise: Natural. If she's feeling particularly adventurous then red lips will do.
Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: None, only simple earlobe piercings.
Personality
The Willow of today is different to the Willow from a year ago, and the Willow most her peers would know from ten years ago. The Willow known by her high school peers was a bright, albeit spoiled girl with the only goal of making people happy. She drifted between groups, maintaining a decent social life while balancing school life and her many hours spent volunteering at all kinds of shelters. She was fun-loving, always up for a crack which oftentimes made her the life of the party. She made plenty of friends at school, however, she knew none of them were truly meaningful. She was aware of some calling her fake, holier than thou and even preachy for telling off her peers for wasting things that could be donated.
College barely changed Willow, if anything it made her more confident in speaking out for the little guy, as well as encourage her to become hard-working for her to make her dream a reality. Meeting Lucas certainly helped her maintain decent grades allowing her to pick up a job in a sector she was most passionate about.
You could say the Willow today has grown more hopeless. With her marriage dissolved, she's thrown herself back into work, allowing herself no time to truly cope with the loss of her husband. She's lost her sense of fun, the trait that most would describe Willow, leaving a woman focusing entirely on her career to cope with her life falling apart.
Upbringing Synopsis
The earliest memory Willow has is of her father tucking her into bed and reading her the story of Peter Pan. It was not the only time her father read to her, but it was one of the most memorable due to her love for the character. Growing up, Willow and her family were well-off, living in the gated community of Crown Heights. Her sister, who was four years her senior, was her best friend, sharing everything from clothes to toys with little fuss between them. Her doting parents let the girls do anything they wanted, attending to their every desire and need, expecting little in return.
The girl loved her books. Her room was packed to the brim with endless stories with worn pages stored anywhere there was space. When she was nine, her mother gently encouraged her to give away the books she didn't need anymore. The books she hadn't touched in years. Willow protested, because what if she'd need her animal colouring book in the future? Her mother took her to the shelter anyway, trying to show the girl that although she was privileged, not every child had what she did. Perhaps this did well, or perhaps this mentally scarred the girl into becoming a giving freak - either way, Willow could never forget how happy it made her feel watching the kids enjoy her books.
Much of her life from there on out was the same. The girl worked hard and played harder. She made friends in high school, only to lose touch with most at college. It was at college she met Lucas, a budding physiotherapist dreaming of moving to New York City. At first, the two remained good friends, keeping their relationship strictly platonic whilst Lucas was dealing with his toxic on/off girlfriend at the time. However, remaining platonic was difficult once he managed to cut the toxicity out of his life. The two fell hard and fast for each other, much to the joy of their friends around them. The couple moved to NY and within two years they were engaged. Willow thought her life was perfect up until she walked in on her fiancรฉ making out with his ex-girlfriend at their new apartment two months after their engagement. Willow, hopelessly in love with her fiancรฉ, was quick to forgive and forget the incident to keep up her happy life, content with ignoring the growing discomfort in her tummy.
She compromised a lot. Lucas did not want children, so Willow prepared herself for a life with no children to read to like her father had. He didn't like pets, so she didn't adopt that cute elder dog she heard about from her colleague. He wanted to keep in touch with his junkie ex, and Willow let him. Willow was twenty-five when she got married and living her life blissfully before her dream was once again broken. On the same day she lost her grant from the government, she found her husband wrapped around his ex-girlfriend in their marital bed. She left when she heard Lucas tell her he loves her.
Willow moved out the following day, ignoring the missed calls and the messages on Facebook and threw herself into apartment hunting. She got the divorce papers signed the same week she signed the lease to her new apartment. Now, one year later since the incident, Willow has yet to dive back into the dating scene. She's declined invitations to birthday parties, bachelorette parties and baby showers as her friends around her get their happy endings.
Family
Elaine Jean Nicholson | FC: Laura Linney | 53
Johnathan Nicholson | FC: Gary Oldman | 55
Summer Leigh Wright, married to Dr. Noah Wright | FC: Lea Seydoux | 31
Sophie Cookson | 9a503d Yes, Juliet is nine years younger than Willow, and thirteen years younger than Summer. She was an accident, but a happy one. Willow finally got a dog after her divorce, his name is Bear. Is probably going to regret coming to the reunion the most. Favourite dessert implies I can only pick one, and I cannot do that because I'm a fatass.
Fundraising Manager at Roald Dahl's charity for children
Current Address
The Biltmore 271 West 47th Street New York, NY 10036
Appearance Details
Hair: Mousy-brown/faded blond | Straight-wavy | Mid length hair normally left down or in a ponytail.
Eyes: Amber-Brown
Height: 5'5"
Body Type: Slim, average.
Clothing Style: Business or casual, depending on the occasion. Lots of blouses, blazers and skirts, as well as fitting jeans and comfortable but appropriate shoes.
Makeup Wise: Natural. If she's feeling particularly adventurous then red lips will do.
Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: None, only simple earlobe piercings.
Personality
The Willow of today is different to the Willow from a year ago, and the Willow most her peers would know from ten years ago. The Willow known by her high school peers was a bright, albeit spoiled girl with the only goal of making people happy. She drifted between groups, maintaining a decent social life while balancing school life and her many hours spent volunteering at all kinds of shelters. She was fun-loving, always up for a crack which oftentimes made her the life of the party. She made plenty of friends at school, however, she knew none of them were truly meaningful. She was aware of some calling her fake, holier than thou and even preachy for telling off her peers for wasting things that could be donated.
College barely changed Willow, if anything it made her more confident in speaking out for the little guy, as well as encourage her to become hard-working for her to make her dream a reality. Meeting Lucas certainly helped her maintain decent grades allowing her to pick up a job in a sector she was most passionate about.
You could say the Willow today has grown more hopeless. With her marriage dissolved, she's thrown herself back into work, allowing herself no time to truly cope with the loss of her husband. She's lost her sense of fun, the trait that most would describe Willow, leaving a woman focusing entirely on her career to cope with her life falling apart.
Upbringing Synopsis
The earliest memory Willow has is of her father tucking her into bed and reading her the story of Peter Pan. It was not the only time her father read to her, but it was one of the most memorable due to her love for the character. Growing up, Willow and her family were well-off, living in the gated community of Crown Heights. Her sister, who was four years her senior, was her best friend, sharing everything from clothes to toys with little fuss between them. Her doting parents let the girls do anything they wanted, attending to their every desire and need, expecting little in return.
The girl loved her books. Her room was packed to the brim with endless stories with worn pages stored anywhere there was space. When she was nine, her mother gently encouraged her to give away the books she didn't need anymore. The books she hadn't touched in years. Willow protested, because what if she'd need her animal colouring book in the future? Her mother took her to the shelter anyway, trying to show the girl that although she was privileged, not every child had what she did. Perhaps this did well, or perhaps this mentally scarred the girl into becoming a giving freak - either way, Willow could never forget how happy it made her feel watching the kids enjoy her books.
Much of her life from there on out was the same. The girl worked hard and played harder. She made friends in high school, only to lose touch with most at college. It was at college she met Lucas, a budding physiotherapist dreaming of moving to New York City. At first, the two remained good friends, keeping their relationship strictly platonic whilst Lucas was dealing with his toxic on/off girlfriend at the time. However, remaining platonic was difficult once he managed to cut the toxicity out of his life. The two fell hard and fast for each other, much to the joy of their friends around them. The couple moved to NY and within two years they were engaged. Willow thought her life was perfect up until she walked in on her fiancรฉ making out with his ex-girlfriend at their new apartment two months after their engagement. Willow, hopelessly in love with her fiancรฉ, was quick to forgive and forget the incident to keep up her happy life, content with ignoring the growing discomfort in her tummy.
She compromised a lot. Lucas did not want children, so Willow prepared herself for a life with no children to read to like her father had. He didn't like pets, so she didn't adopt that cute elder dog she heard about from her colleague. He wanted to keep in touch with his junkie ex, and Willow let him. Willow was twenty-five when she got married and living her life blissfully before her dream was once again broken. On the same day she lost her grant from the government, she found her husband wrapped around his ex-girlfriend in their marital bed. She left when she heard Lucas tell her he loves her.
Willow moved out the following day, ignoring the missed calls and the messages on Facebook and threw herself into apartment hunting. She got the divorce papers signed the same week she signed the lease to her new apartment. Now, one year later since the incident, Willow has yet to dive back into the dating scene. She's declined invitations to birthday parties, bachelorette parties and baby showers as her friends around her get their happy endings.
Family
Elaine Jean Nicholson | FC: Laura Linney | 53
Johnathan Nicholson | FC: Gary Oldman | 55
Summer Leigh Wright, married to Dr. Noah Wright | FC: Lea Seydoux | 31
Sophie Cookson | 9a503d Yes, Juliet is nine years younger than Willow, and thirteen years younger than Summer. She was an accident, but a happy one. Willow finally got a dog after her divorce, his name is Bear. Is probably going to regret coming to the reunion the most. Favourite dessert implies I can only pick one, and I cannot do that because I'm a fatass.
aka that weirdo that's talking to herself at the bar Nate @Melo and Theo @spooner mentioned
โHey Blake, how're you doing on this absolutely wonderful evening?โ Indie crooned, her head bobbing to the sound of the music playing nearby. Sitting alone at the bar was totally not how Indie thought she wanted the evening to go, but she couldn't help it once the urge kicked in as she noticed a seat by the bar available to everyone at the party. She had her hand carefully holding her phone, angled to show her best assets: her face, body and personality.
Instead of mingling at the VIP tent like anyone would expect the sociable girl to do, Indie was busy entertaining her followers on Instagram live while downing a couple shots. Why not take advantage of being at the great Rachel Ashford's party while you can? She was clearly gaining the attention of Rachel's avid followers, especially those that couldn't attend for whatever reason. Taking advantage of people's FOMO was totally a great idea, because her usual hundred or so viewers had since skyrocketed to over five hundred.
Indie squinted, her eyes catching a comment flying past her screen in the midst of everyone trying to capture her attention. โWhere's Natey? No clue. Haven't seen him since the party started.โ Indie looked around briefly, perhaps the man was around- nope. Nate was such a frequent guest on Indira's social media that most of her followers had come to expect the duo to be together, much like her first post on the Island implied. โHey, didja know that Natey helped me get dressed? All this is his creation, baby~โ She took a moment to extend her (annoyingly short) arms out to show her audience the full outfit. โTotally had to plug, you can't blame me, looks totally cute right?โ
โOmigosh, I got a good idea you guys would love. How about I show you the inside of the VIP section? My treat.โ Indie winked as she downed the last shot in front of her. After seeing a chorus of encouragement, Indie's plan was set in motion.
First, the bouncer. The line into the VIP tent was long, but it was moving at a quick enough pace for her to continue with the plan. She kept her followers entertained with chit chat, even pulling people around her for some fun to pass the time until Indie's hand was stamped as well. It wasn't long before Indie finally had access to the cool part of the party.
โLook around guys, this is a Rachel Ashford party!โ Indie exclaimed, giving her followers a quick look around inside. She was careful not to show too much, nobody wanted a drug scandal now did they? During her little twirl, she noticed a familiar figure at the VIP bar. โTheoooooooo! Say hi to everyone!โ She laughed as she quickly snatched the bar seat beside him, waiting a brief moment to make sure he was okay with being recorded before showing his face to her Live. As Lottie's best friendโข, there was no way for Theo to escape Indie's antics.
โDid you really have to smile-? Ugh, no matter, I uploaded it anyway.โ Indira was talking to herself at this point. She didn't even raise her head to show the boy next to her the scowl present on her face. Of course Nate had to be cheeky enough to smile last minute, making her perfected pout look out of place beside him. Unfortunately ('More like unfortu-nate-ly, right?') it was the only picture Indira was allowed to take, as she had promised Nate to stop bothering him in exchange for one picture for her followers. She took one more glance at the image, her eyes being drawn back to her lips again briefly before she clicked her tongue and moved on to check the comments again.
Her phone had been buzzing the entire time, and the social media addict was was on top of her game today. One comment stood out from the rest, making the girl almost snort in an undignified manner. Forgetting the promise momentarily, she shoved the gadget in Nate's face. โLook at that comment! I take it back, you gotta smile more. This Belladonna chick really likes you. What kinda name is Belladonna anyway? It's so Game of Thrones-y.โ She mused as she proceeded to stalk Belladonna's profile. It wasn't a name she was used to seeing around, but it was cute.
However, right as she was done showing Nate her phone, she pouted at her screen. On it showed the dreaded '10% battery remaining', reminding her that she had forgotten to charge her portable charger to last the ferry trip. Quickly after checking for any Whatsapp messages and checking for any Insta DMs, Indie turned off her phone with a miserable 5% remaining.
With her phone off, Indie turned to bother Nathan once more but she was stopped by the announcement that the the ferry had docked at the pier. 'You win this time, Nate.' She thought as they followed the rest of the Krackens onto the beach and towards the giant stage, where she could just about see Rachel ready to welcome everybody onto Carnation island.
As Rachel began introducing them to the island, Indie felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around revealed an employee with a thick envelope with her name written on it. She thanked the employee before tearing her envelope open, almost tearing the map that was tucked carefully inside.
Indira and Nate split up once Rachel was done with her announcement. Well, in reality Indie lost Nate somewhere inside the crowd, but her priority was finding her cabana. After wandering the island for a good few minutes (already forgetting about the almost torn map with her), she found the cabana assigned to her. Beside the door was a number and below that was a name plate carrying her name and...
Lottie's.
Yikes.
It had been a good two weeks since Indie had talked to Lottie. She knew she couldn't avoid her best friend for long, so the events should actually be a blessing. Indie entered the cabana a little nervously, quickly rushing to the closest outlet so she could charge her phone before heading into the bathroom to freshen up. She hoped that once she was done getting ready, Lottie would join her at the cabana.
What happens when two party girls collide? A giant fucking orgy- Wait, no, not really. For Indie's 19th birthday bash, her and her group of friends had gone to the hottest club in the city only to find Rachel partying away. In fact, Rachel is the only one outside Indie's usual group of friends that knows of her drunken tattoo.
Since then, Indie and Rachel have met many times through other parties over the years, and Rachel has even featured on some of Indie's social media posts.
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Hair: Long, dark brown hair that is usually straightened. Ends two inches below her chest. Curls them on special occasions.
Eyes: Dark brown. Eyebrows thicker than my qualifications.
Height: Average. 5'4".
Body Type: Lithe, not exceptionally curvy. 117lbs.
Clothing Style: Extravagant, classy and stylish. Aims to look like an Instagram baddie everyday.
Makeup Wise: Flattering. Eyeliner, nude lips, concealer and mascara are the go-to everyday look.
Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: No scars, basic nose and ear piercing. Got a secret underboob tattoo of a rose for her 19th birthday.
Outgoing Ambitious Creative Extraverted Bold Athletic People Person Assertive
Vain Insincere Judgemental Attention seeking Sensitive Unfocused Easily bored Unorganised
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Indira was born in Lucknow to... well, she doesn't know. Gautam and Jaya Kashyap adopted her and two other orphans before moving over to East London to educate and give their children a new chance at life. Growing up, Indira wanted nothing - not that the family was very rich, but it was enough to keep her satisfied. Gautam was a hard worker and a stricter parent, making sure to raise his children to be hard working and smart. Despite that, Indira's interests never remained in her studies.
In fact, Indira knew her passion lied in documenting her travels. Her family often took vacations, which Indira would post pictures on Instagram in hopes that her passion for travel photography would be picked up through there. Instead, Indira noticed that pictures that had her in them gained more likes and garnered more interest than any picture of a colourful building.
Her time on social media changed Indira for the worst. Her fixation on the negative comments - particularly about her lips - forced Indira to change herself to please her audience. At 15 she lost a lot of weight, 16 she revamped her closet and 18 she got lip fillers. She became superficial to old friends, and too high maintenance for new ones. She was alone in London.
So, Indie set her sights on the US. Studying abroad would boost her social standing, right? Why not try just a little harder in school to obtain a scholarship into the most prestegious university? Gautam was understandably hurt to see his (other) little girl accept placement so far away, but empty promises to work hard from Indie placated the worried father.
Moving to the US allowed Indie to get more independence. She partied more than visited the library. Her Instagram following grew significantly with more... provocative pictures. And now, in her final year of studying Media Studies, Indie has realised she's not ready to head home just yet.
Currently studying Media Studies, and has told her family she has plans to complete masters in the US when in reality she wants to move to LA and start a modelling career.
Has a strict diet regiment. She's even part of the volleyball team to help keep her in shape.
Needs a samoyed in her life. But who doesn't?
Fish and chips for lunch ๐ป
Had a wild 19th birthday bash that she can barely remember. She's still learning about the things that happened that night. Whew.
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