Great job everyone! This party be poppin.
More juice to be had. Or tea. Whichever you prefer.
New Years will be juicy.
More juice to be had. Or tea. Whichever you prefer.
New Years will be juicy.
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Could she believe what she did? BEHIND her mother’s back? No, nope, nahhhh. Of course not! It was impulsive of her. Unlike anything she’s done before. And yet, somehow, this little teenager convinced herself that this decision was a good decision. The best decision she could ever do before the New Year.
Rather than consult her mother and father, knowing well enough her dad would give her the greenlight, her mother… not so much, Joy Darling found herself around 6 PM last night knocking on her Mitty and Daddum’s door.
In her head, she felt like this was absolutely necessary. Already a sophomore and all she ever did was study and do things that would benefit her future. Don’t get her wrong, she loves doing all those things and more, but this past semester something itched inside her. Perhaps the situation with her brother sparked a flame in her. Joy wouldn’t know, for she had little to no social life. As she watched the emotional turmoil take over her brother, she couldn’t help but think: Why is he so bothered by this? Things didn’t work out, so what? Stop brooding and move on. Think of solutions rather than focus on what went wrong. It obviously wasn’t meant to be if everything burnt to the ground with no notice besides an article on the Black and Orange. Then she realized, she really didn’t understand what was going on in him and she wouldn’t until she invested more time at her high school, for better or for worse.
Emotions weren’t her forte. Why care when these people had nothing to do with her? If anything, shouldn’t everyone at school focus on getting into college? Figuring out what they want to do for the rest of their lives? Not focus on all this petty shit that seems to be on everyone’s minds????
You’re like me, angel. When I was your age, I didn’t want to give people a chance. Try to. People will come and go, but you’ll see who cares enough to stay. It’s a lonely world, it’s nice to make it a little less lonesome.
Her mother was wise and there was no doubt in Joy’s mind that she cared. Even with her busy job at ASMR, her mama Jude found time to text, call, and check up on her. Joy didn’t want to break her heart though, but she also didn’t want to sit around and do nothing, because all her parents keep telling her to take proactive steps in her social life. There’s a potential fear in Joy, like what if experiencing similar pains like Owen led to her mother being sad. Who cares about the emotions she, herself, would go through, her mother crying would be the absolute worst…
And here she was.
Lying. Going to the parent that gave her a push in the ‘risk’ department and not telling her mother the whole truth. Why? Why was she doing this? Because she was scared, wanted change, and the little devil on her shoulder told her to.
Her Mitty always told her she should get out more and do things to make her feel good, but so does her actual mama. What made her Mitty different than her mom? Mitty says: go to the football games, go to the spa and treat yo’ self, invite a few people to the mall, stalk your brother and take on the school together, and Joy considers it. Food for thought. Mama says those things and then suddenly Joy gets lost in her stare and thinks: is this a test?
WHY WAS SHE SO PARANOID?
Either way, regardless of the drama that went on in the halls of Beverly Hills High and the irrational fear she had of her mother, Joy suddenly felt like she was wasting the best years of her life . You know what marks this change in her?
Permanent.
Red dye.
In her hair.
There was no turning back now.
“Cutie, open your lips like this.” A voluptuous redhead held cherry pink lip gloss to the pale girl’s lips and made a face for her to mimic. Joy’s Mitty. Kylie Lyon. She was the kind of woman that other woman, girls included, loved to hate. She was an adult, sorta, but everything about her from her looks to her aura radiated the exuberance of youth. That Hollywood star look with perfect muscle definition, skin like silk, and confidence for days. Absolutely flawless. This was Owen’s mother. “If you weren’t gonna get wet, I’d put hot red on those yummy lips of yours. Boys would totally drool. Of course if it were me, I’d still put red on and just fix it up in the bathroom. We could do that if you-- actually, we will. BABY!” The motherly figure pulled back, calling her husband. With a blank stare, Joy looked at her ditzy Mitty in amusement and took a sip of her Whiskey Sour. Kylie would not let her leave this house without pregaming a little.
While the two girls were sitting downstairs doing whatever it was women did, Troy was upstairs, doing what it was men did. In this case? Troy was watching Desperate Housewives — again. Okay, okay. Maybe Troy wasn’t the perfect man, but if you asked him or anyone else in his family, he was pretty damn masculine. When Kylie’s screaming broke his concentration, Troy sighed but shut off the TV, and yelled. “WHAT?!”
“I NEED MY RED LIPSTICK! IT’S IN THE BEDROOM, ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY VANITY, IN MY PINK BAG.” There was a brief pause before it seemed the woman downstairs came to a sudden realization. “JOY IS GOING TO BE LATE TO HER FIRST BIG PARTY!!! HURRY UP.”
“I need…” Of course she needed something. “my red lipstick…” Okay, the something was red. That was easy. Now just listen to keywords Troy. You got this. “Bedroom… right side… vanity…” The fuck is a vanity? “...pink bag.” Okay. No, he could do this. Troy got off of the bed and looked around the room, searching for something pink — hand having a sudden realization that almost everything that woman owned was a shade of pink.
Grumbling to himself about being too old for this (Troy was delighted that he finally ranked old enough to say that), Troy began to quickly shuffle around the room, tearing open pink bags until… success. He found a red lipstick. “Dear Jesus, please let this be the right one.” Troy slid it into his pocket before walking down stairs to his wife and… pseudo daughter. He held out the lipstick to Kylie, cautiously saying. “Here… you go?”
With a beam, Kylie took the lipstick, “Oh good choice. Christian Louboutin.”
Score one for Troy.
Bringing her attention back to her lovely Joy, super excited that Joy was really embracing the feminine side in her and ready to show the world what she was made of, Kylie gestured for the girl to pucker her lips before she finished the last thing to her MASTERPIECE. When she was done, she put the lipstick in Joy’s purse, “Now, this is one of my more expensive lipsticks…” She gave her daughter an almost serious look, before giggling, “You can have it! I’ll just buy another one.” Standing up and bringing Joy with her, Kylie examined her little project and felt tears welling up in her eyes. “Baby, what do you think? Did I do good?”
Was she really gonna cry over that shit? ...stupid question. Of course she was going to. “Yeah, Kylie, but uh, I better get her to the party. Or, she’ll like… I dunno, all the good looking boys will be taken, or something.” Attempt number one.
“My cutiepie has Candy in her, whether she likes it or not. She’ll get the best. Just you wait.” Kylie rolled her eyes at her husband. Please. Then brought her attention to Joy, “Don’t waste a single drop, then you’re free to go! There’s a mirror by the entrance so you can check yourself on the way out. Oh wait, shouldn’t I come?” Turning on her heel, the mother locked eyes with her man, “What about our party?” She looked hot. If her friends couldn’t see her like this, what on Earth would she do?
“The kids are gone. Do we have to go?” Troy said over his shoulder as he grabbed his keys off of the hangar. Then, he thought about it. If he didn’t go, Ty would bitch and moan for like forty minutes… “Alright, fine. We can go. But we’re leaving early. Come on, Joy.”
“One sec…” Obediently, Joy downed her drink. Luckily for her, her Mitty trained her for something like this. It was important to know how much you can handle, to avoid dangerous situations. When she was done, she placed the glass specifically parallel to the remote, aligned with the television, looking just right, on the coffee table, before catching up with the Lyons. “Daddum, why do you want to leave early?”
“So I can fuck your mother before we have to go to this bullshit party and watch everyone around me get sloppy drunk and make poor decisions because I befriended a bunch of jerk offs in high school.”
“TMI, baby.”
“You guys want another child?” Joy confusingly blinked at them. Sex was only for procreation - right?
“Yeah. Sex, missionary style, with the lights off, in the bedroom, for the sole purpose of procreation. Jesus, kid. Has Jude taught you nothing?”
“I don’t think this is a necessary conversation to have with my mother. Come on, time is of the essence.” Joy quickly glanced at her face in the mirror, smiled to herself, and then started to head out, but before she could exit, her Mitty grabbed her wrist and turned her toward them.
“Sweetie. Buttercup. My innocent, little lamb.” Sure, Kylie might get yelled at by Jude but this was absolutely necessary especially right before the greatest party of the year. “Sex isn’t just for making babies. It makes you feel real good too. And there’s a million and ten positions you can do and just as many places it can happen in. Once you find the one, you’ll--”
“Please stop.”
“Kid, trust me. You need to get dicked. It’s almost poetic. If Jude had never gotten dicked at a party, she’d probably still live with Nana. Now you’ll get dicked at a party, and your life will change for the better. I told Owen to take you home.” With that, Troy headed out the door and toward his beloved car.
“I don’t think I wanna...”
“Oh, but you do.” and with that, Kylie led Joy to the car. Finally, her sweet child would be presented to the world, like never before. A party to make her mark.
Rather than consult her mother and father, knowing well enough her dad would give her the greenlight, her mother… not so much, Joy Darling found herself around 6 PM last night knocking on her Mitty and Daddum’s door.
In her head, she felt like this was absolutely necessary. Already a sophomore and all she ever did was study and do things that would benefit her future. Don’t get her wrong, she loves doing all those things and more, but this past semester something itched inside her. Perhaps the situation with her brother sparked a flame in her. Joy wouldn’t know, for she had little to no social life. As she watched the emotional turmoil take over her brother, she couldn’t help but think: Why is he so bothered by this? Things didn’t work out, so what? Stop brooding and move on. Think of solutions rather than focus on what went wrong. It obviously wasn’t meant to be if everything burnt to the ground with no notice besides an article on the Black and Orange. Then she realized, she really didn’t understand what was going on in him and she wouldn’t until she invested more time at her high school, for better or for worse.
Emotions weren’t her forte. Why care when these people had nothing to do with her? If anything, shouldn’t everyone at school focus on getting into college? Figuring out what they want to do for the rest of their lives? Not focus on all this petty shit that seems to be on everyone’s minds????
You’re like me, angel. When I was your age, I didn’t want to give people a chance. Try to. People will come and go, but you’ll see who cares enough to stay. It’s a lonely world, it’s nice to make it a little less lonesome.
Her mother was wise and there was no doubt in Joy’s mind that she cared. Even with her busy job at ASMR, her mama Jude found time to text, call, and check up on her. Joy didn’t want to break her heart though, but she also didn’t want to sit around and do nothing, because all her parents keep telling her to take proactive steps in her social life. There’s a potential fear in Joy, like what if experiencing similar pains like Owen led to her mother being sad. Who cares about the emotions she, herself, would go through, her mother crying would be the absolute worst…
And here she was.
Lying. Going to the parent that gave her a push in the ‘risk’ department and not telling her mother the whole truth. Why? Why was she doing this? Because she was scared, wanted change, and the little devil on her shoulder told her to.
Her Mitty always told her she should get out more and do things to make her feel good, but so does her actual mama. What made her Mitty different than her mom? Mitty says: go to the football games, go to the spa and treat yo’ self, invite a few people to the mall, stalk your brother and take on the school together, and Joy considers it. Food for thought. Mama says those things and then suddenly Joy gets lost in her stare and thinks: is this a test?
WHY WAS SHE SO PARANOID?
Either way, regardless of the drama that went on in the halls of Beverly Hills High and the irrational fear she had of her mother, Joy suddenly felt like she was wasting the best years of her life . You know what marks this change in her?
Permanent.
Red dye.
In her hair.
There was no turning back now.
“Cutie, open your lips like this.” A voluptuous redhead held cherry pink lip gloss to the pale girl’s lips and made a face for her to mimic. Joy’s Mitty. Kylie Lyon. She was the kind of woman that other woman, girls included, loved to hate. She was an adult, sorta, but everything about her from her looks to her aura radiated the exuberance of youth. That Hollywood star look with perfect muscle definition, skin like silk, and confidence for days. Absolutely flawless. This was Owen’s mother. “If you weren’t gonna get wet, I’d put hot red on those yummy lips of yours. Boys would totally drool. Of course if it were me, I’d still put red on and just fix it up in the bathroom. We could do that if you-- actually, we will. BABY!” The motherly figure pulled back, calling her husband. With a blank stare, Joy looked at her ditzy Mitty in amusement and took a sip of her Whiskey Sour. Kylie would not let her leave this house without pregaming a little.
While the two girls were sitting downstairs doing whatever it was women did, Troy was upstairs, doing what it was men did. In this case? Troy was watching Desperate Housewives — again. Okay, okay. Maybe Troy wasn’t the perfect man, but if you asked him or anyone else in his family, he was pretty damn masculine. When Kylie’s screaming broke his concentration, Troy sighed but shut off the TV, and yelled. “WHAT?!”
“I NEED MY RED LIPSTICK! IT’S IN THE BEDROOM, ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY VANITY, IN MY PINK BAG.” There was a brief pause before it seemed the woman downstairs came to a sudden realization. “JOY IS GOING TO BE LATE TO HER FIRST BIG PARTY!!! HURRY UP.”
“I need…” Of course she needed something. “my red lipstick…” Okay, the something was red. That was easy. Now just listen to keywords Troy. You got this. “Bedroom… right side… vanity…” The fuck is a vanity? “...pink bag.” Okay. No, he could do this. Troy got off of the bed and looked around the room, searching for something pink — hand having a sudden realization that almost everything that woman owned was a shade of pink.
Grumbling to himself about being too old for this (Troy was delighted that he finally ranked old enough to say that), Troy began to quickly shuffle around the room, tearing open pink bags until… success. He found a red lipstick. “Dear Jesus, please let this be the right one.” Troy slid it into his pocket before walking down stairs to his wife and… pseudo daughter. He held out the lipstick to Kylie, cautiously saying. “Here… you go?”
With a beam, Kylie took the lipstick, “Oh good choice. Christian Louboutin.”
Score one for Troy.
Bringing her attention back to her lovely Joy, super excited that Joy was really embracing the feminine side in her and ready to show the world what she was made of, Kylie gestured for the girl to pucker her lips before she finished the last thing to her MASTERPIECE. When she was done, she put the lipstick in Joy’s purse, “Now, this is one of my more expensive lipsticks…” She gave her daughter an almost serious look, before giggling, “You can have it! I’ll just buy another one.” Standing up and bringing Joy with her, Kylie examined her little project and felt tears welling up in her eyes. “Baby, what do you think? Did I do good?”
Was she really gonna cry over that shit? ...stupid question. Of course she was going to. “Yeah, Kylie, but uh, I better get her to the party. Or, she’ll like… I dunno, all the good looking boys will be taken, or something.” Attempt number one.
“My cutiepie has Candy in her, whether she likes it or not. She’ll get the best. Just you wait.” Kylie rolled her eyes at her husband. Please. Then brought her attention to Joy, “Don’t waste a single drop, then you’re free to go! There’s a mirror by the entrance so you can check yourself on the way out. Oh wait, shouldn’t I come?” Turning on her heel, the mother locked eyes with her man, “What about our party?” She looked hot. If her friends couldn’t see her like this, what on Earth would she do?
“The kids are gone. Do we have to go?” Troy said over his shoulder as he grabbed his keys off of the hangar. Then, he thought about it. If he didn’t go, Ty would bitch and moan for like forty minutes… “Alright, fine. We can go. But we’re leaving early. Come on, Joy.”
“One sec…” Obediently, Joy downed her drink. Luckily for her, her Mitty trained her for something like this. It was important to know how much you can handle, to avoid dangerous situations. When she was done, she placed the glass specifically parallel to the remote, aligned with the television, looking just right, on the coffee table, before catching up with the Lyons. “Daddum, why do you want to leave early?”
“So I can fuck your mother before we have to go to this bullshit party and watch everyone around me get sloppy drunk and make poor decisions because I befriended a bunch of jerk offs in high school.”
“TMI, baby.”
“You guys want another child?” Joy confusingly blinked at them. Sex was only for procreation - right?
“Yeah. Sex, missionary style, with the lights off, in the bedroom, for the sole purpose of procreation. Jesus, kid. Has Jude taught you nothing?”
“I don’t think this is a necessary conversation to have with my mother. Come on, time is of the essence.” Joy quickly glanced at her face in the mirror, smiled to herself, and then started to head out, but before she could exit, her Mitty grabbed her wrist and turned her toward them.
“Sweetie. Buttercup. My innocent, little lamb.” Sure, Kylie might get yelled at by Jude but this was absolutely necessary especially right before the greatest party of the year. “Sex isn’t just for making babies. It makes you feel real good too. And there’s a million and ten positions you can do and just as many places it can happen in. Once you find the one, you’ll--”
“Please stop.”
“Kid, trust me. You need to get dicked. It’s almost poetic. If Jude had never gotten dicked at a party, she’d probably still live with Nana. Now you’ll get dicked at a party, and your life will change for the better. I told Owen to take you home.” With that, Troy headed out the door and toward his beloved car.
“I don’t think I wanna...”
“Oh, but you do.” and with that, Kylie led Joy to the car. Finally, her sweet child would be presented to the world, like never before. A party to make her mark.
here is my wholesome gay Irish baby
He's adorable. I love him.
@vikluvslemons That's perfectly fine. Thanks for the interest. Can you please -redacted- your character sheet?
@Rabidporcupine yeah, like find a celebrity or someone to base your character's looks on that gives us a visual of said person
one person is using a generic picture, which is also ok. just gotta write a little bit more with the appearance section.
we're pretty chill staff, just keep it real for consistency.
one person is using a generic picture, which is also ok. just gotta write a little bit more with the appearance section.
we're pretty chill staff, just keep it real for consistency.
@Rabidporcupine the school isnt just for the rich, but that makes up the majority. You can also have a character get there by intelligence or by pure dumb luck. Fabricant has a character named Roz that comes from nothing but still has found her way into the school.
I'm also making a guy who comes from nothing.
Three people that came from nothing? They should obviously hang and judge everyone
I'm also making a guy who comes from nothing.
Three people that came from nothing? They should obviously hang and judge everyone
Squad:
@Dirty Pretty Lies and @smarty0114 are co-GMs now. We can't add them to the thread as gms because it's 3 only. They have the same authority as we do, if you have any questions, come to them also. Thanks!
Family.
What is the proper definition? People that share the same blood? Imagine. Together, on the same tree, extended on different branches, but still rooted in the soil as one. Or.... is family defined by where one’s loyalty lies? The meaning of such a simple word wasn’t as clear nowadays for Beatrix Kingsley. When you’ve invested so much time and soul into one person, when you’ve sacrificed and comprised bits and pieces of yourself until you no longer felt your own, when your world had taken the shape of a human being, and everything felt like home. Wasn’t that suppose to be her definition of family?
With a snap of someone’s finger, in this case, her own, everything changed. Her reality changed.
Shattered glass is what her heart had turned to, but perhaps it was self inflicted? She didn’t know anymore. What was right, what was wrong…
All she knew was: everything hurt.
Everything hurt so fucking much and all she could do was put on a false pretense. Be the strong girl her family believed her to be. Be okay. Was she okay? No. No, she wasn’t. Actually, she hated herself. She hated herself so much because she wasn’t good enough. She would never be good enough. All this validation she sought out from other people, and for what? To belong?
He didn’t want her. He got bored of her and it was entirely her fault. She failed him as a girlfriend and then she failed him as a friend, for letting her anger get the best of her and ‘getting back’ at him because it would ‘make her feel better’.
Isn’t that right, Hailey?
Having been dazed, staring out the limousine window, the T in HOT steadily turned her head to look at her cousin, Hailey Green. Someone she would like to believe she understood, someone that was her family, someone she loved unconditionally. A raven beaut with a serpent tongue like her mother, Evelyn, that felt inclined to take after her other mother, an unfathomable creature, Alyssa, that seemed to always need power. Such strong personalities to grow up to and watch. But luckily, to balance it all, she had (and still has) a father as dedicated and loving as an emperor penguin.
Hailey wasn’t a tyrant. She was a control freak and yet, even with that knowledge, Trixie couldn’t come to believe her cousin would hurt her. If anything, she was protecting her, right? Then why did she feel like she would never recover from the heartbreak?
“Yes, Trixie?” Hailey asked, looking across at her cousin. Hailey leaned forward slightly and gave a small gesture with her hand for Trixie to speak up. She only half-believed it would work. Ever since the less than clean and less than simple breakup with that scumbag Owen Lyon — the boy’d had the nerve to demand Hailey be nice to someone, for God’s sake — Trixie hadn’t been herself. In fact, she’d been almost wraith like. It was depressing.
But, Hailey was dedicated, if nothing else. She wouldn’t just abandon Trixie, or throw her aside like some other people in her life had done. Hailey had played a small part in the breakup process, but if Trixie was that brutal, then there had been SOMETHING wrong that Hailey hadn’t even picked up on. She’d done a good thing! Yet, Trixie remained a shell of the woman she once was. It was depressing.
Hailey dismissed Trixie’s silence, and turned her body, reaching toward the center seat, and pulling it down to reveal a small fridge. She opened it and withdrew a plate of fudge. “Here. I made this. Eat one. It’s chocolate. Chocolate will make you happy.” Hailey explained, holding the plate out to Trixie. “From what I understand, he’s going to be there. So you’ll need your strength.”
Waving the sweets away, Trixie gave a half-hearted smile, “I’ll pass. I ate enough at home.” Truth be told, she ate hardly anything today. Maybe some grapes and a granola, but she hadn’t eaten a decent meal in a while and for those who knew her well, it was starting to show. Thinking back, two months ago, when she chose her fate, something came over her that had never happened before. An irrational anger that caused her entire body to react. Blood rage and shaking muscles. She’s heard stories about her mother’s anger but never saw it first hand… looks like she experienced it instead. Turning her ring around her finger, the brunette met her gaze with her cousin’s dark stare and rolled her eyes, “You know, I’m fully aware of that. He IS an Elite.” Folding her hands on her lap, she calmly continued, “I can handle it. Plus, it isn’t like I’ll be alone. You’ll be there.”
Fine. Turn down the candy. More for Hailey. Hailey unwrapped the fudge and put a piece into her mouth, quietly chewing it while listening to Trixie talk. “Yes. An Elite. I don’t like the Elite. An outdated concept, that’s going to cause issues with the way I like things. Unfortunate. And I know you can handle it; I’m more worried about Ophelia and her friends… after all, they feel quite strongly about love and adultery and whatnot.” She put another piece into her mouth, “You’re daft for not eating this, by the way. But, I digress. Unfortunately for us, we’ll have to rely on Lia to talk our way into this. The Elite, love them or hate them, are a unit; they wouldn’t let you in if you were bleeding out. And they hate me. Lia is cute and has a… way with words. I’m fairly sure she, of all people, can talk a group of teenaged boys into letting us into their party. Even if one of said boys is my brother…” Hailey shook her head and swallowed down the chunk of chocolate, putting the plate back into its home and readjusting the sheet.
“We should have a good time. It is the New Year after all. New Year, new me… you know how that goes.” Poorly. The answer was poorly.
“Well, duh. I was planning on it.” False. if Trixie had it her way, nothing Ophelia did would work, everyone would give up, and she could go back home and sleep. Trixie didn’t want to be out right now but being in her position, she was obligated to make an appearance. Lia nearly begged her to not go to a family party because Damian’s party was going to be the biggest bash of the year. The HOT girls absolutely HAD to go.
‘New Year, new me’.
“Oh, we’re almost there.”
Hailey glanced out the window and nodded as they pulled up to the Lyon residence and their driver, Butler, brought the car to a stop. The door slid open automatically, and the Candyland piled in. “Sterlings or Marshall?”
Without looking up from her phone, Ophelia chirped, “Sterlings. Gumdrop is taking forever. Selena is bringing a Sean, whoever that is. Good for her, finally getting a man.”
Greeting Ophelia with a kiss on the cheek, Trixie chuckled in amusement, “Not always a good thing.” Ophelia responded by smiling and biting at her bottom lip slightly. Despite the joy she showed on the outside, Lia was still questioning if any of this was a good idea…
@Ruby thank you!
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2) Just a double post here
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