Venus

What Are You Listening To?

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Interacting with: Archer @spooner, sorta kinda with Sophia @SpicyMeatball

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Dante was just lighting down another cigarette when the sound of snapping fingers called his attention. When he looked up, he found himself staring at Archer, with the little fucker making a mock tear motion with his finger. This earned the guy a flipping of the bird, an eye roll and a smirk from D, and a nod after seeing Archie’s instruction to to lock the car when he was done.

Archer ran off again, while Dante decided to lock up the car and take up position leaning against the passenger window instead. He’d have a clearer view of who came and went this way. Sooner than he expected, he saw the familiar red car pulling up, and a smile was immediately on his lips. However, the smile was quickly wiped off his face when he realized who was in the passenger’s seat of Rose’s car. That blond head that had been between his legs the past night was impossible to forget.

To avoid a potential scene, Dante put out his cigarette and stalked off, quickly blending into the crowd of sorority sisters and fellow brothers getting down on the imaginary sand dance floor. He approached the DJ to ask for a song, and soon enough his anthem The Hills was blasting on the speakers. Smiling to himself and singing along to the lyrics, Mossos moved around, taking up position again somewhere on the right. From his point of view, he could see most of everything: Anna and some of her girls dancing, Archer getting kissed by some tall blond boy, Rose sauntering around in a sexy black swimsuit-

Wait, wait… What was that before?!

Dante did a double take, his wide-eyed line of sight falling back on Archer and his mystery man, who was now giving his best friend what looked like a back massage. The shorter man didn’t seem to comfortable with this, and it showed with how he quickly shook the taller man off and bolted. However, it was Archie’s next move that caused D’s eyes to narrow down to slits. The guy had bolted off in the direction of none other than Satan himself, who he pulled away from the group of girls she was sitting with. They settled somewhere away from said group, and from the way they looked back at the tall boy, they were no doubt discussing the issue at hand.

Dante couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Was Archie seriously trusting Satan more than he did him now? His brother, his ride or die, his no-homo love of his life, really going to Satan instead of him for what looked like relationship advice? Mossos wasn’t about to let that happen. With a furious look, he stalked off in his friend’s direction.

“Get over here, Dipshit!” Dante growled, forcefully grabbing Archer by the hand and dragging him somewhere away from the prying eyes and ears of the party goers, pushing Sophia off in the process but not stopping to apologize. When he considered they were far enough, he turned to face his best friend, blue eyes flaming with fury.

“So I’m just here, chilling and looking over at that pretty piece of ass that’s Rosalinda Connelly in that fuck-me black swimsuit, getting ready to make my move. And you know what I happen to see instead?” he stopped for a second, pretending to give Archie a second to think but immediately continuing on. “I see you, my best friend, getting all cozy and making out with some goddamned guy I’ve never seen in my life! As if that wasn’t enough, you go off and run off to Satan instead? The fuck is this shit, Archie?!”

{Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ} Pᴇɴɴʙʀᴏᴏᴋᴇ Uɴɪᴠᴇʀsɪᴛʏ

When you said you would have the Dante post before Sunday but you're just now working on it and will probably be up tomorrow instead...

_{Sorry, I promise it's coming!}

EDIT: Okay, I lied and got it up today instead. Yay!

Creating Our Own Lives; A Road Trip, Slice of Life Roleplay!

@Hushed Whispers what you can do is check to see who's around your area and hit them up for it. That or go for someone that's currently without interactions.

{Hɪɢʜ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟ} Rᴏsᴇꜰᴇʟʟ - A Cᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ Aɢᴇ Sᴛᴏʀʏ

Aliana Cabernet

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Appearance:
The first feature you notice upon setting your sights on Aliana is the signature red Cabernet hair inherited from her mother, which she mostly wears down or in a ponytail. In terms of style, it can definitely be described as grungy-casual. Her outfits includes T-shirts, jeans, sneakers, loafers or boots and a leather or varsity jacket. As expected, most of her ensembles will contain a black item, as it is her favorite color. In terms of accessories, she will wear necklaces, rings and bracelets to add some spice to her outfits. However, her four inseparable companions are a pair of sunglasses, earrings, her earbuds and a gold necklace with the initials A and E in two separate circular pendants. You will only see Ali wearing things like sundresses and shorts during the summer, and only in very important social events -and after much insistence from her mother- will you see her all decked out. Makeup-wise, she keeps it simple with just mascara and watermelon-flavored lip gloss; occasionally a winged liner. She has four continuous piercings in each ear along with a cartilage ring. Ali has no tattoos, but she has a fair share of faded scars on her legs from falling off her bike as a child.

Personality:
Aliana Cabernet comes from two very powerful, influential people, and it shows in the way she presents herself. She's a charming, strong-willed, confident young woman, who expresses herself with poise and eloquence. She is witty, sarcastic, with a dark sense of humor and laid back attitude. With her siblings, friends and lovers, she is caring, affectionate and loyal to the core, and will defend her own tooth and nail. When it comes to romance, Ali loves hard, deeply and intensely. She will go out of her way to make her significant other feel happy, love and safe.

Those who know her will say Ali gets what she wants in life, and she’ll run over anyone who tries to get in her way... In a way. She definitely knows the value of being stubborn until she gets what she wants (and that sometimes you gotta be a bitch about it), but she isn’t stupid or reckless, and she isn’t about to let one wrong move jeopardize her entire M.O. She is also the rebellious firecracker of the house, frequently lashing out against her mother and the expectations she puts on her.

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Habits//Quirks//Oddities:

• Has a sailor’s tongue that drives her mother insane.
• Bites her lip when she sees someone she finds attractive.
• Chews on the nail of her thumb when distracted or spaced off.
• Will always leave a trail of Viktor and Rolf’s Flowerbomb perfume wherever she goes.
• Never leaves the house without sunglasses, her earphones, her cellphone and a tube of watermelon-flavored lip gloss.

Hobbies

• Hanging out with her “best friend” Elliott Everett
• Getting baked at the treehouse
• Going on long drives on her motorcycle
• Excursions on her dirt bike

Likes:

• The band Deftones
• Grungy, Hard Rock music in general
• Pot
• Brownies (especially pot brownies)
• The beach
• Having her own damn space
• Sushi
• Bonfires

Dislikes:

• Keeping up appearances
• Her mother’s snobbish, uptight attitude
• Being told what to do
• Being away from Elliott
• Country music
• Pickles
• Drinking alcohol past the buzzed stage

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History:
Aliana Rebecca Cabernet was born to parents Rebecca and Andrew nearly eighteen years before, on the sunny afternoon of that 31st day of July. She had a fun, happy childhood, her every need and whim taken care of by their parents and their juicy bank account. As a girl, Ali thrived in being a good girl. She would follow her parents' rules without question, wanting nothing more than to please them. Her mother was her idol: the one person she looked up to and wanted to be with as an adult. However, as the years went by, the expectations became higher and more demanded, and Ali became more aware of her mother's true self. Although smart and charming, her mother was a very shallow woman, who lived to flaunt their social standing and keep up the appearance of being a picture-perfect family. This did not sit well with Ali, who slowly began to grow resentful.

When she reached her thirteenth birthday, Aliana finally became tired of being 'the good girl'. She began to rebel against her mother and her expectations: refusing to attend events, constantly arguing with her, sneaking out of their summer home to smoke pot in the tree house, and so on. This lead to Ali's relationship with her parents getting shaky, and she began to take comfort on her best friends. At the age of fifteen, she had her first relationship with a woman, coming out as bisexual. Although the relationship was short lived, this further strained the relationship with her mother. In the end, Rebecca cared more about the family's public image than about her daughter. The two women continue to be at odds to this very day, and Ali is counting down the days until she can be away from Rebecca to live life on her own terms.

Currently, Ali is a fresh high school graduate as of the first day of June. Although she was accepted at a couple of universities, she’s decided on attending California’s own Stanford University: her one ticket to freedom. She is scheduled to begin her adventure as a college student this upcoming fall.

Miscellaneous:

Face Claim: Sophie Turner
Color: Crimson

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Awesome! Also, if looking for a co-GM, I volunteer as tribute! God knows how much free time I have lol.

Edit: My PMs are open for relations! <3

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Dante post will hopefully be up before Sunday!

Creating Our Own Lives; A Road Trip, Slice of Life Roleplay!

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"Hmm, I don't really know. Maybe I was distracted by the one-woman concert beside me. You could have told me this ride came with a free show, I would have brought popcorn."

Samantha rolled her eyes and punched Johnny’s arm lightly, the smile on her face letting him know that she was just messing around. “Oh, shut up,” she told him, letting out a playful giggle. “But seriously, though. What did you think of it?”

"In all seriousness, it wasn't bad. I mean, some of the choruses were awkward as hell, but it wasn't egregious torture. And, I know we've probably been through this, but you still have a great voice. I think I've told you that before, though."

Sammi blushed, her chubby cheeks now an adorable shade of pink. She wasn’t the type of girl that got compliments very often, so she never really knew how to respond to them without getting all shy and awkward. The fact that the compliment came from Johnny Baxter of all people only made her blush harder. She knew that he had strong opinions about everything, so if he said she had a great voice, it was because he truly believed it.

“Why thank you,” she replied in a small voice, tucking a strand of dirty blonde hair behind her ear and not knowing what else to say. Her eyes remained straight on the road as an awkward silence settled in.

"You look pretty tonight, by the way. I really should film you sometime."

Samantha’s eyes widened, stunned at both his second compliment in less than two minutes and at how Johnny considered her pretty enough to be filmed. He seemed to interpret her shock in the wrong way, though, because he quickly began to mumble out an awkward apology.

"Oh, god, did that sound weird? That sounded really weird, didn't it? So sorry."

“N-no!” Sammi stammered, stumbling on her words. “You’re fine, Johnny. I- I would love for you to film me.”

Realizing how that weird that sounded, the girl’s face flared up instantly. She decided to stop talking immediately, afraid that she would dig herself into a deeper hole if she tried to fix it. Sammi keep her eyes straight on the road, not risking to give a single glance at her passenger in fear that he might see how embarrassed she was.

It seemed that the awkwardness of it all had been too much for Johnny, because he’d practically leapt out the car door as soon as they arrived at Avery's house. Sammi watched in surprise as he walked quickly around the car, opening her door for her before saying:

"I take it you'll have fun without me. I'm not good at parties." he told her, beginning to stalk off into the garden.

“Oh, no! Please don’t-” she replied, trying to convince Johnny that he’d done nothing wrong. But his back was towards her: he wasn’t listening.

However, he suddenly turned around suddenly to add: "I can walk home tonight, if it's convenient. Tell me later. I'll be seeing you!"

“No, Johnny, wait-!” she cried out desperately, trying to catch up with him. But before she could stop him, he’d stalked off and was gone.

Letting out a disappointed sigh, Samantha locked the car and made her way to the party. The place was alight with music and activity: her classmates having fun in whatever way they considered that to be. She waved and nodded to the few ones that acknowledged her, but her focus was on finding her best friends. It wasn’t until she’d reached the patio that her eyes ultimately fell on Nathan’s lone figure sitting in the couch. The sight of him immediately lit up her eyes, and a beaming smile overcame her features.

“Nate!” she cried out, making a run to where he was and jumping straight to the empty space beside him. She wrapped him in a tight hug before ultimately letting him go. “What’s up, love? Anything interesting going on?” the girl asked, promptly swinging her legs onto his lap and leaving them there to rest.

“Oh you mean in the...” He checked his watch. “4 hours since we last saw each other?” Nathan replied, which earned him an eye roll and a playful punch in the arm from Sammi. “Nah you know dinner with the grandparents, the crippling disappointment in my father just getting worse.” he’d said this with a laugh to let her know that he was mostly joking, but it still provoked a disapproving,
disappointed sigh from the girl.

“That’s fucking awful, Nathie-baby,” Samantha lamented, giving her friend a short, comforting hug. “But just you wait, hun. The day will come in which he’s gonna feel sorry for what he’s doing, and it’ll probably be so late that he’ll have to work extra hard to make it up to you. Mark my words.”

Nathan seemed to want to drop the subject, because after giving her a nod he changed the topic. “What about you Sammay? How was dinner with Eleanor?” he asked, tapping his hands on her legs to the beat of the new song that just came on.

Samantha smiled brightly. “It was good! We had a great time. It had been a while since the last time we’d had any time together, you know, with her work and all that. So it was nice to catch up and-” she trailed off, her green eyes landing on the sight of Samson with Saya.

Sammi raised a questioning, yet teasing eyebrow, to which Sam replied by waving at them. She returned the wave happily, a playful smirk on her face.

“As cute as the two of them look together, I hope he doesn’t ditch us all night for some girl,” Sammi mused, grabbing Nate’s beer and taking a long sip. Her eyes were still on Saya and Sam. “Don’t get me wrong: I love the guy. But this is our last high school party together. I want to make sure we live it together.”

Creating Our Own Lives; A Road Trip, Slice of Life Roleplay!

Working on a Samantha post!

The King of the Sea & the Queen of the Land

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“Jo, let’s go! We gotta get there earlier so I can set things up!”

Dressed up in a rather short Snow White costume and holding her school robe (to be used in the rare emergency that she was in danger of being caught by someone in the staff), Demi stood at the door of the girls’ dormitories. She was tapping her foot impatiently as a Jasmine-dressed Jomana stood in front of the mirror, giving herself one last once-over before leaving for the room of requirement. The best friend duo would soon be on their way to the Halloween party of the century, and they wanted to make sure they looked the part. In Demi’s case, looks were of much importance tonight. She was dead-set on reminding Kalder of what he'd had and lost, with the added bonus of teasing the hell out of Noel. Both men, along with their squad, would be present at the event. On Demi's end, Jomana and Caleb would be in attendance. And of course, so would Beatrice the Backstabber.

During one of their meetings, Noel had told her that Kalder suspected they would be attending the Halloween party together. This piece of information did not worry her, but brought an amused smile to her lips instead. The poisoning must have killed off some of Kalder’s brain cells if he thought for a single second that she and Noel would actually attend that party together. They’d gone to such lengths to keep their ‘relationship’ private: why blow it off now? Exactly: they wouldn’t. It went without saying that Noel’s and Demi’s usual rules of public interactions applied to this party: we know each other from class, end of story.

What Kalder didn’t know was that she’d been left in charge of DJ duty, and she fully meant to abuse her power. In between light-hearted songs that inspired the need to dance in the party attendees, she planned to sneak in jabs at Kalder with a select few songs that she’d chosen specifically for this purpose. Demi knew it was an absolutely petty thing to do, but who was going to stop her? She had to do something about how he’d chosen to parade around with Beatrice and never her. Forgiving and forgetting was not exactly in her vocabulary, and this was the best chance to make her voice be heard.

“Okay, how do I look?” Jomana asked Demi, turning away from the mirror and facing her best friend. The latter was still not responding, eyes locked on the window. Jo sighed, then tried again in a louder voice. “Demetria! How do I look?”

Demi, who had been lost in her little world of possibilities in which Kalder got down on his knees, begged for her forgiveness and made amends for all of his mistakes in front of everyone, looked up distractedly.

“What?” she immediately replied without thinking. Jo sighed again, looking at Demi with an exasperated expression as she vigorously pointed at her outfit. “Oh, the costume? You look hella good in it, Jo. Might even break some hearts tonight,” Demi teased, shooting her friend a playful wink.

Jo rolled her eyes, but smiled brightly to let Demi know she was just joking. Jomana walked the few steps from the full-length mirror at the end of the hall to where Demi stood by the door. “Okay, love. Let’s do this.”

Demi gave Jomana a mischievous smile. “Forgive us, Father, for we are about to sin.”

She locked her arm with Jo’s and together both Disney Princesses left the dormitories, the common room and made their way to the Room of Requirement.