HaleyTheRandom

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Leave It All Behind ~ Sleeping With Sirens
Happy ~ P!nk
The Village ~ Wrabel
90 days ~ P!nk // Wrabel
Sober ~ Demi Lavato
I'll Still Have Me ~ Cyn
Antidote ~ Faith Marie
Anxiety ~ Bmike
You and Me ~ Memphis
Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken ~ P!nk

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Interactions: The New Girl // Kavi}

Since the first moment Ariel had ever laid eyes upon Kavi Salvador, her heart sped up, skipped beats and everything in between. It didn't seem like time had done anything to help. People talked about feeling the electricity in a relationship. Something like sparks, fireworks, or - if they were feeling edgy - gunshots. Ariel never understood that until know. With Kavi's arms wrapped around her, it felt like her whole body was buzzing. Crossing and wresting her wrists on the back of his neck, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at his eyebrow wiggle. A good eye roll, of course.

"Mmm... guess I'll have to actually dye my hair and see if you can stick to your word then," she responded before returning every one of his amazing kisses. Normally, the young woman wasn't one for PDA. Sure, the occasional hand hold was nice. Making out by the stairs? Not really. But in that moment - in that one, peaceful little blip of bliss - nothing mattered. Of course it ended all too soon, an unfamiliar voice calling out to no one in particular as to where Kavi was. Random strangers calling your name at parties wasn't typically a good thing. It lead to confrontation, broken noses, and a possible baseball bat taken to someones car if the issue went on long enough. Not letting go of her boyfriend's (boyfriend? could she call him that? is that what he was?) hand, Ariel followed Kavi until they arrived at destination. In response to Kavis latest question, Ariel just sort of shrugged, though she did half expect the new comer to be sippin' on gin and juice.

As the other girl and Kavi had a brief exchange, Ariel couldn't help but notice her height. Not that there was nothing wrong with being tall, Ariel just couldn't recall seeing that many females as tall as the one standing before her. Simone's mention of her hair made Ariel smile ever so slightly. Perhaps red was a good look on her. She listened to the rest of what the girl had to say before responding.

"Nice to meet you, Simone, and welcome to Palms," she said. "I'm Ariel," she added quickly, before extending her hand in the awkward greeting that humans had come to think of as standard.

Gypsy Hearts and Broken Dreams (Haley's Testing)

<sub>✦ AJ ✦ Ari ✦ Jay ✦ Nerd ✦

✦ Female ✦ Eighteen ✦ Hella Gay ✦</sub>

The Quiet Thoughts of an Overactive Mind

It's okay.

It's just a lot right now.

It'll pass.

I'll be okay.

~And the Mind Flows Freely~

Kora

Ra ~ Evie ~ Mo ~ Angle ~ Babydoll

_{(Sabrina Carpenter ~ DCC5FF)}
Kora Evangaline Morgan ~ Nineteen (December 27th, 1999) ~ Female ~ Bisexual ~ It's Complicated ~ Milos Pet

Occupation: Exotic Dancer at the Devil's Den.

Affiliation/Loyalty: Zeno.

Personality:

Kora is very sweet and talkative. There’s rarely a moment when the young girl is silent. Usually those moments are when she is writing, when she’s so focused that she forget that anything else exists. That’s when Kora loses herself. All your troubles melt away. Being a tad lot on the submissive side, Kora is familiar with taking orders and is quite loyal.
She has a love for all things old. Old movies, old records - she loves the history behind it all. She love the way things were made with so much care and time back then. Kora looks for the imperfections, the things that make it unique. Even in people.
Messy people are the best to her. Perfect is boring. She loves watching people who don’t have their shit together, because she can see the way they think. The young woman loves the flaws that people have, because it’s what makes them, them. She loves the people who are too loud, or love things unabashedly.
Even then, they young woman holds herself to high standards. Just because she loves flaws doesn’t mean other people do. She hides said flaws - such as her short temper - a to the best of her ability, and works on them until she’s polished and perfect. That’s what writing is. She can have as many ideas and rough drafts as she wants - but when she goes to present it to someone, it has to be perfect.
Some people say that she forgives others too quickly, and that she doesn’t know how to let people go. Blame it on her childhood. Blame it on having too much faith. Kora likes to see it as giving people second chances, and believing that nobody is inherently bad. We’re all human. Or, we’re all part human.

Aspirations/goals/philosophy: What Kora wants more than anything is to be a vampire herself.

Skill Set:

-Salesmanship: She’s a stripper. Gotta make money somehow.
-People skills: Kora finds it easy to talk to people and strike up conversations with them.
-She’s really good at staying level headed in high pressure situations.
-Dancing: Kora took classes for various dancing styles when she was little. She can waltz, tango, freestyle and lap dance.
-Singing
-Writing
-Due to taking nursing classes in high school, Kora is very good at first aid, and also knows CPR.
-Can play the piano and acoustic guitar.

Fears:

-Death
-Spiders
-Small Spaces

- - - -
History:

-Kora was born into a wealthy family. Her father is the head neurology surgeon at one of New Yorks finest hospitals. Her mother is a well known fashion model.
-Her childhood was fairly basic. She started taking piano lessons at the age of five, and decided to switch over to the guitar at the age of eleven. Her dancing lessons started at age eight and ended at the age of thirteen. Due to her parents busy schedules, she was mainly raised by her nanny, Rosaline. She and Rosaline had a decent relationship, though they were never the closest. Rosaline is her greatest influence when it comes to her love of ‘old things.’
-At the age of fifteen, Kora started sneaking out to parties, and her grades feel from A’s to C’s. While most parents wouldn’t make a big deal of something like this, Kora’s parents expected excellence. She started keeping a journal at this time as well, writing short stories and creating random characters. Fifteen was the age she became interested in more ‘supernatural’ and ‘spooky’ things. She found herself watching more and more horror movies, and spending more and more time researching lore on vampires, witches, etc.
-At the age of seventeen, one of Koras friends talked her into getting a fake ID so that they could go to The Devils Den. It was here that she caught the attention of Milo Esposito. Kora was more than happy to have the mans attention, and this is what kept her coming back night after night as she hoped to see him. There was something about the man that Kora couldn’t quite figure out - but she planned to.
-Two short weeks after her eighteenth birthday, Kora got a job at the Devil's Den. The best part about her job was, of course, Milo. She liked to study him, and watch the way that he moved. It was one late night after he had completed one of his jobs for the Zeno family that Kora learned what he was. The two of them went to one of the private rooms for a dance - something that wasn’t uncommon. Maybe it was the way she was moving. Maybe it was the hunger that filled up every inch of the man's body. Whatever it was - Milo bit her. It was careful, no other person was around. Shocked at first, Kora find herself frozen in place. She didn’t understand the high she felt from it, but she did enjoy it. The two of them didn’t speak of what happened until a month later. Kora was confused - upset, even. Though she had read about things such as vampires, and never completely ruled out the idea that they may exist. The fact that they might exist, however, had her completely intrigued. Through a long, tedious conversation, Kora learned that vampires did exist, and that Milo was one, just as she has suspected. The next time Milo looked famished, Kora offered for Milo to drink from her. Soon, they fell into a pattern of things.
-Over time, Kora got to know some of Milos friends. Most of them were mainly in passing. Niko is one of the ones that stand out the most, mainly from his teasings. Kasiana doesn’t seem to like Kora much. Kora isn’t very welcomed into the vampire world by anyone other than Milo. She’s not quite sure how Milo feels about her, exactly, but she will take what she can get. For the most part, Milo only takes Kora on night outings as a source of entertainment. She strives to be able to go to the more formal events. Kora also tends to some of Milos injuries, such as his busted lips, bruised knuckles and the like. Rather she will become more welcomed by the vampires, only time will tell.

~And the Mind Flows Freely~

Tessa Elizabeth Zeno-Cross

Tes ☪ Tessie ☪ Liz ☪ Lizzy ☪ Beth ☪ Bitch ☪ ”Diabla”

_{(Emeraude Toubia ☪ Light Gray)}
Tessa Elizabeth Zeno-Cross ☪ Physical Age of 25. (07/18/1853) ☪ Female ☪ Aromantic Pansexual ☪ Bus Down Thatiana (Single) ☪ The Wild Middle Child

☪ Affiliation: ☪ Though she Carrie's her mothers last name as well as her fathers, Tessas loyalty lies with the house of Zeno and Zeno alone.

☪ Personality: ☪ Tessa is the sort of girl that know what she wants, and she won’t stop until she gets it - rather it be a person, or an item. A very possessive girl, she has a problem with taking no for an answer. Tessa is also a very blunt person, always saying things the way that she sees them. She’s known to be a major bitch, and even cold-hearted at times. More often than not, it seems that she is only looking out for her own well being - though that is not entirely the truth. Tessa actually has quite the hero complex and tries to save people in any way that she can - rather that means being there for them emotionally or fighting to keep them safe on the battlefield.

Most of the time, Tessa is rude and sarcastic, though she does have a softer side. While the young woman has more enemies than friends, there are a few people that she holds close to her heart and that she would do just about anything for. Flirtatious as can be, Tessa - like most other vampires - sees humans as play things. Breakable, tasty playthings. A bit of a sadistic person, Tessa enjoys playing with her prey before going in for the kill. It is not uncommon to see her at a party or for her to have a one night stand.

☪ Aspirations/goals/philosophy: ☪ ”Honestly…? I'm already royalty, I have a fuckton of money, I've read all of Shakespeare's plays, and I own all the cute clothes I could ever ask for. If I have one goal in life - er… afterlife? - it would be to learn as much about everything that I can. Knowledge is power.

☪ Skill Set: ☪

☪ Knowledge Is Power - Tessa knows things about both the human and vampire world that others may not. She'll share any secret that doesn't belong to herself or her closest friends for the right price.
☪ Charismatic - When Tessa talks, people listen. The ‘young’ woman is quite persuasive.
☪ Interrogating Specialist - Got a hostage that wont talk? Call Tess. She’ll be the one to make them squeal - though no one can promise that there won't be a mess to clean up afterwards.
☪ Tessa dances, sings, and plays the piano as well as the violin.
☪ Speaks Spanish (often breaks out into spanish when angry), Russian, Latin, French and German. (Google translate will be used for all of these lmao)
☪ Weapons Master - Tessa has spent a great deal of time playing chess reading books, partying and learning about weapons. She can wield a sword, bow and arrow, and a wide variety of guns. Her aim is nearly perfect.
☪ Mechanics - Tess likes cars. Fast cars. Lots of vroomy stuff but also a lot of engine stuff.
☪ She's one hell of a poker player.

☪Fears: ☪ True, unconditional love. She's a strange one.

☪ History: ☪ Tessa hasn't really done that much with her life, sadly. She's gone places and seen things by doing some solo traveling. This lead her to learn a few different languages. For the first seventy or so years of her life, Tessa was fairly tame. She followed the rules and spent most of her time inside reading, playing chess, learning the piano, violin, sword fighting and how to shoot the bow and arrow. Upon the Zeno family founding the Mafia, Tessa payed close attention to the men and their work. She sat in on a few gatherings, and learned to play poker. Though her father didn't approve, Tessa didn't care. She kept hanging out with whoever she wanted. A few of the mobsters sort of took Tessa under their wing, teaching her the more 'cruel' ways of the mob. This is how she learned her interrogation skills.

With the 1920's being the time of prohibition, flappers and partying, Tessa followed her brother, Octavius, to the Americas mostly out of curiosity. This is where party era Tessa began. She drank more than her fair share of liquor, and slept with more than her fair share of people. Helping her brother lay the foundation for the American mob, Tessa once again became a part of the gang. She learned how to shoot guns, and spent time target practicing.

All in all, she's just another of the #ZenoDissapointmentClan. For the most part, this hasn't bothered the woman. However, she does wish that she and her father could be a bit closer. Tessa has spent most of her days soaking up knowledge when she can. Her latest adventure includes being a full time law student and a part time bartender.

☪ Other: ☪ She carries her mothers name as a reminder of said mother.

The Quiet Thoughts of an Overactive Mind

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I know that’s something people want me to stop saying, but I can’t.

“It’s hot outside.” I’m sorry.

“My friend hasn’t messaged me back.” I’m sorry.

I’m trying. Goddamit, am I fucking trying.

Trying to be a better daughter. Trying to be a better sister. Trying to be a better friend. Trying to be a better girlfriend. Trying to be a better person in general. But it’s so freaking hard. Most people would tell me that I’m fine the way that I am. That I don’t need to improve. That I’m to kind. That I work hard enough at everything else in life as it is. That I’m selfless. That I need to make time for myself. They’re wrong.

People get mad because I disappear for days on end. I don’t mean to, I swear it. I read the messages, but I forget to respond. I want to go out and do things, but I don’t have the energy. I want to try new things, but I lack the courage. People talk about having the weight of the world on their shoulders. I do not. But I have this feeling. This feeling where it’s getting hard to breathe. Where every decision that I make feels wrong. Where getting out of bed hurts. Where the only reaction that I have to anything is to cry. Not because I’m weak, but because everything has just gotten to be to much.

The sun - to much. Peoples voices around me - to much. Birds chirping - to much. Eating - to much. Anger - to much. Sadness - to much. Happiness - to much.

Happy has gotten to the point where it hurts. What the hell is wrong with me? Happy is supposed to make me feel happy. Happy isn’t supposed to make me feel dreadful. Happy isn’t supposed to be something that I don’t feel like I don’t deserve.

I’m trying. I swear that I’m trying. Trying to be better for you. Trying to be better for everyone.

I know this is the same, worn out, broken down shit that I’ve repeated to you for ages. But I just need you to understand. Understand that when I yell it’s because that I’m past my breaking point. Understand that when I cry it’s because I’ve failed again. Understand that when I’m paying more attention to my phone than the people around me it’s because everything is suddenly to loud. Understand that everything in life just hurts for me anymore. Understand that I don’t want to be this way. Understand that I’m trying to be better. Understand that I am trying to do everything you ask and more. Understand that I play the role of twenty different people on a daily basis in order to make everyone happy. Understand that it feels like I’m drowning. Understand that I can’t breathe anymore. Understand that being at home, locked in the dark, is more comforting than being out with friends. Understand that this isn’t just sad anymore. Understand that this is numb. Understand that I am barely hanging on. Understand that the alcohol isn’t just a new way to relax. Understand that it’s a way to forget. Understand that the marks on my wrist aren’t punishment. Understand that they are a way to feel. Understand that when I ask you for attention, I’m not trying to bother you. Understand that sometimes I just really need to feel you next to me. Understand that when I’m cold, I don’t mean to be.

For the love of God, please just understand.

Legends of Carnation Island

Color me interested.

I'll put this down on my list.

Edit: Reserving Elizabeth Gilles, color code edbeff as the a low-key goth bitch.
Also reserving Ginny Gardner, color code 00ee54 as the hot nerd.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I will stab people for @Dirty Pretty Lies.

Just say the word, mami.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Ariel highly doubted anyone would know what - or who - her costume was. That didn't bother her though. It was just less of a chance that she would have to worry about someone else stealing her costume. Said costume consisted of a red wig, a white spaghetti strap halter top, black jean shorts, a tan trench coat and a white scarf tied around her neck and face. Enaia Jin was who she was dressed as. Ms. Jin was a character that one of Ariel's favorite singers - Lights, to be exact - had created for one of her latest albums.

Much sooner than she had expected, Ariel found herself entering the Salvador house right behind Santiago Fernandez and one of his buddies who's name she didn't remember. It was way to early in the night to be that loud. Then again, Ariel had a feeling that being loud was one of the very few things that the Devil was good at. Searching the crowd for Kavi as she walked around aimlessly, the young woman felt her palms begin to sweat and her stomach begin to churn. Ariel didn't have the best luck with crowds, and it didn't look like tonight was about to be any different. Maybe if she found Kavi, seeing his face would help calm her nerves. It sounded stupid to some people when she tried to explain it, but familiar things helped calm her anxiety. Familiar faces, scents, even voices helped to calm her nerves. Lost in thought, she looked up only when she heard his voice.

"So what do you think about the costume," she asked, twirling around so he could see her outfit. "I'm thinking maybe I should dye my hair red."