it's like forgetting the words to your favorite song

Saturday, June 30th; Slip on your sexiest bikinis and head on down to the beach today because Hunter is hosting a beach party. Spend the day splashing around in the ocean, eating good food, and drinking ice cold beers. When night falls, there will be a bonfire and s'mores for everyone who is still around.
 
this is a basically just an intro and not really pertaining to anything so you don't really have to read it, it's just what Stella is like and such & Stella is kind of at the party...but she kind of isn't...
 
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"I really hope that you're on your way to the studio right now, Stella." My mother stated, not even bothering to look up from the magazine article she was reading, while sipping a cup of tea. I was on my way out to go to Hunter's beach party and didn't know she was sitting in the dining room, but if I had known earlier, I probably would've tried to leave more quietly. Don't get me wrong, I love ballet, but today…I just wasn't in the mood to exert incredible amounts of energy into my legs and feet. I stopped walking and scratched the back of my head.
 
"Uh…" I began, "I suppose I could stop by?"
 
"You've been sleeping all day. It's already three." She said, finally looking up, " You haven't exactly been productive, go to the studio."
 
"Well, I kind of had plans…."
 
"They probably aren't nearly as important." She went back to reading and drinking her tea. "Go."
 
End of conversation. There was no point in arguing with her. If she was done talking with you, then that was it. If I got up early she'd tell me to the studio because it was early and I could get more hours in. And if I got up late, like today for instance, she'd tell me to go to the studio because I woke up late and I should make up for lost time. There was no pleasing her. Except to simply be at the studio. I was surprised she didn't have make one of the many rooms in our enormous house a ballet room. Thank the lord. She'd probably have me locked in there for days on end.
 
I exemplified my frustration the only way I could and let out a loud sigh and walked out. Or more like stomped out. I was being largely immature, but it was okay because I was still a teenager, and I had a good excuse to be immature and childish.
 
I walked to the studio and finished four hours later, which was relatively quick, and walked to the nearby coffee shop that I loved to go to…I also went because August would be there. I was not able to spot August right away, but when I did, I saw him smiling and talking with a girl leaning over the counter. She was probably the same age as him and very pretty too. He was making her a drink but looked up every so often to smile or laugh or add something to say of his own. She was smiling widely, and her laugh resonated throughout the tiny place. I shook my head rather violently. I was not jealous. I was /curious/. I had no reason to be jealous after all. He wasn't my boyfriend or anything. We weren't dating and if he wanted to flirt with other girls he could. We never established any rules about our relationship and since it was a relationship we never found that we should put rules. If he wanted to flirt with this girl, he could. If he wanted to give her his number and accept hers as well, he could. I rarely cared about anything, why would this situation be any different?
 
He talked with many many customers, doing his job and being the friendly barista he was. But the way the two were exchanging stories, goofy grins, and laughter was a bit concerning. Not that I had any reason to be, of course. But when even after she received her drink, she stayed there and even August stopped working and leaned a bit to her with only the counter barely between them, I had to do something. I was feeling something that was close to pissed. At first, I didn't want to do interrupt them because I felt really young for some reason. He was only three years older, but the girl just seemed so much more mature and pretty. I shook off those thoughts and went on to pursue my goal. I rose up off the chair and walked around and behind the counters and tapped his shoulder and when he turned around, I tiptoed up to kiss him. I hung my arms loosely around his neck and he placed his hands on my waist, then as we finished, I laced my hands with his. I unlocked our lips and turned around.
 
"Oh hi, I didn't see you there." I said with obvious fake surprise. I heard August let out a small knowing chuckle. I smiled at her.
 
"I guess I should get going now then, August. Nice meeting you." She said with annoyance glossing every word, "But, if you ever want to hang out with someone who isn't two years old, give me a call, 'kay?"
 
I rolled my eyes. Now that she was gone, I pulled my hand out of his. As I did this though, he wouldn't let go and continued holding my hand and looked down on me grinning.
 
"What was that all about?" August asked, still with that stupid grin on his face.
 
"Nothing. You can let go now."
 
"Didn't seem like nothing. I think someone was jealous."
 
"I think someone is assuming things and jumping to conclusions."
 
"Why'd you do it then?"
 
"I don't know what you're talking about."
 
"You know exactly what I'm talking about."
 
"…I don't know why…" I said, "But it's /not/ jealousy."
 
"…Mhmm…" He pulled me closer to him and kissed me again. It was gentle and reassuring. It was as if he kissed to tell me that I shouldn't worry about other girls….When he finished his shift, it was about 9, and we drove over to the beach to the bonfire. I was planning on going earlier that day to the beach party, but my mother got in the way, but I was kind of glad. I wasn't too keen on getting drunk and hanging out with all these people i didn't particularly know. It was getting dark and we went to a different part of the beach away from the bonfire. You could still see it from where we were, but we weren't going to join them. Instead, we laid in the now cooling sand and well, hooked up to put it plainly.
 
"Don't you have to go soon?" August asked, holding me close in his arms as I curled up to his warm body.
 
"It's okay, I'll just call my mom later and tell her I'm sleeping over Alexa's." I was tired and didn't want to go home. I liked this. The calming sound of the waves pulling in and out of the beach and the slight breeze and the smell of the salt and sand all mixing and permanently lingering in the air.
 
Soon enough, we both drifted off into a deep sleep. I was happy with this. I cared about this. Whatever this was. I didn't give a sh-t about anything almost up to the point that I seem selfish, but this…I wanted this.

idek. just a doll. pretty bad but at the same time, i'm proud. it's getting late but i really don't want to sleep but at the same time i do.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON. i'm like a walking contradiction right now?
anywho, it seems more springy than summery but whaterrrrrrr.
 
i'm excited to start roleplaying again. i miss it.
stupid school, taking up all my time.
 
adlfsjdfdsjf
there's nothing to do now, so i guess i'll just sleep.
who knows, maybe i'll get off the computer & do something....
 
HAHAHAHA who am i kidding.
 
omfg. this is just a long rambling of absolutely nothing.
but
 

 
WHATERR.
 
edit.
JK. I'M PROUD AS HELL.
i made the skirt technically so yes, I'M F-CKING PROUD AS A MOTHERF-CKER.

+ name; Stella Adrian Ryans
+ nickname; you could call her Adrian as well, & a few close friends call her "Stells" occasionally, but she overall prefers to be called Stella.
+ age; seventeen
 
+ likes;
the ocean, "Catcher in the Rye", simplicity, surfing, reading, ballet, a good book, quiet places that not many people know about like small coffee shops, intermittent cigarette once in a blue moon, full names, good food, zombie movies, california, music; ranging from classical to indie.
+ dislikes;
worrying, doing things to a perfect and orderly plan, complications, people who complain a lot, gossip, drama, loud people, snobs, tight pants, nicknames, sloppiness, failing, rejection, unintelligent, stupid people, small talk, uptightness, clutter.
 
+ personality;
Stella is very chill and laid back, and is never seen amidst any drama. But although she "goes with the flow", she can't help but be a complete and utter perfectionist, but in only some cases. She genuinely doesn't really give a sh-t about a very many things, but when it comes to surfing and ballet, she strives for perfection and nothing less which she inherited from her mother. Her desire for perfection drives her to borderline obsession and she will often spend hours upon hours in the ballet studio, or in the ocean, making sure everything is right. She doesn't speak much, and loves to sit in complete silence alone with her thoughts. At times she may seem rather unapproachable, because she is so quiet, but really she is quite friendly, and will continue to be friendly towards everyone even those she dislikes because of her distaste towards confrontation. When she feels comfortable enough not to have to talk to someone every moment and share long periods of silences with him/her and make horrid small talk to ensure that he/she is not feeling awkward, is when he/she will know that Stella really likes him/her.
+ appearance;
Stella is very petite with her small but structured face and high cheek bones and small but shapely lips, which is why her mother found her perfect and fit for ballet. She is bony and rather almost too skinny, but certainly not anorexic. She simply stays fit with all her hours in the studio and surfing. Stella has brunette hair that hit a little past her shoulders since she is not fond of caring for long hair, she makes sure it never grows any longer and deep, enticing blue eyes. On one's first glance, one would probably not catch her pale freckles, but indeed they are there when closer up.
+ style;
Because Stella was from California, she loves wearing cutoffs and tank tops and over all plain comfort clothing such as oversized, or flowy items.
 
+ family;
Her mother, Genevieve Ryans, is a little bit of a control freak; much different than Stella which is why they clash so much. Stella's mother was a famous ballerina in Paris, but during a performance one evening, Genevieve turned badly on her ankle, injuring her and allowing her to never dance ever again. Which is why she pushed Stella so much to become a ballerina and fulfill her legacy. It turned out rather favorably when Stella showed interest in ballet as well, but when her mother pushes her and tells her to quit playing around surfing is when they clash and fight and right about where Stella threatens to give up ballet forever.
Her father, Neil Ryans, is a very successful young entrepreneur, who was so successful that he had been on the cover of Forbes' when he was simply 26. On a business trip to expand his rapidly growing enterprise in Paris, he met Genevieve and fell deeply in love. Their marriage was a happy one and is still today. Stella gets along better with her father because he is more like her as well, and much more relaxed than her very demanding mother. He kind of hopes that Stella will become great in something, either ballet or surfing, just like him.
+ past/current relationships;
Stella never really managed to have time for boyfriends, but whenever she came close to getting one, she couldn't help but decline. She had always had commitment issue and the only commitment she held was for ballet and surfing. Stella never stayed occupied with a guy for longer than a week, except for one boy back home in California whom she was completely infatuated with. They were on and off constantly for two years but they both held on to each other for reasons even beyond them. So when Stella was given the news to move to Coldgrove, she was miserable but also in a weird way relieved to thoroughly cut ties with the boy. Though one day after ballet, she decided to go to the small coffee shop she regulated, and met August, the part time barista college boy who loves to smoke.
+ best friends;
Alexa Corbo
 
+ connection to ivy;
Although Stella and Ivy never talked much, Stella always thought well of Ivy because she helped her out at school when Stella had just moved. So, she completely disregarded all the bad crap that floated around Ivy and found neither great liking nor dislike towards her, just like she would with any other person.
+ secret;
 Stella went out to the beach to surf one day and ended up staying a bit later than she had planned, and saw Ivy walked along the shoreline looking rather miserable. She was never great at optimistic talk and lifting people out of bad moods since she never knew quite what to say, Stella didn't end up going up to Ivy, also she honestly didn't care to pry into Ivy's business anyway. Luckily she saw a girl (Dylan), whom she didn't know the name of, walk up and talk to her. Stella was in no rush and took her time to go home and left just as the girl (Dylan) was giving Ivy an article of her clothing, but she couldn't quite make out what it was.
+ bio;
Stella was brought up on ballet. When she was three, she attended her first ballet lesson and things accelerated from there. But when she turned six, on a family trip to the beach, she fell in love with surfing. It was on total accident, and while Stella had always assumed that ballet was a part of life, she was eager to make surfing another part as well. Stella's small family moved from California with great persuasion from Stella's mother to Coldgrove in hopes that Stella would give up surfing once and for all. Because of this move, the already growing rift between Stella's mother and her rapidly increased. Even though they moved during her freshman year and everyone was already supposed to "new" and "fresh", Stella stayed relatively in her own world of peace and quiet, and ballet and the rare occasion of surfing. She finds that surfing here is harder and the environment of California is much better with surfing and seldom goes out of her way to surf around her new home.
+ dating status;
She hates putting labels on relationships….but she and August are sort of dating/seeing each other/hooking up/ etc.
 

 
+ model; Montana Cox
+ taken by; redwine-success

models i want to use for future roleplays.

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August 24th: We're all meeting down at the new club, P3, for drinks and dancing. Get to know each other a little bit better - after all, we'll be living in the same city from now on! Maybe you'll meet a few new friends.
 
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i wish i could actually wear this all fall. just these three outfits alternating. lol justkidding. that would not be okay but still, i can dream (:

Quinn Mitchell, 22
Napa, California
Quinn has been a mystery since the moment she was born. The Mitchell’s own a vineyard – actually the biggest and most successful one in Napa. They have a good life: actually more than good sometimes. And Quinn’s the perfect daughter – or well, was. Don’t get me wrong - everyone loved Quinn. She was a straight A student, the guys loved her and the girls secretly despised her while putting on a fake smile. Quinn was in a word, perfect. But behind that honey colored hair and seductive smile, was a fragile, less confident girl than what we were used to seeing. On the inside, Quinn was dying. So after a hasty decision, she decided to drink an entire bottle of wine (plus a half) and have a little fun. What’s so wrong with that – all her “friends” were doing it? But little did she know, these kids she met on the side of the road would be too eager to bust this popular girls’ bubble. Quinn got in some trouble after too much too drink and took the blame; after all, those kids ditched her without a second thought. Q ended up in jail for one night before her father bailed her out. But don’t think everything was back to normal for this hottie, oh no. Her family and friends were so torn up about it, they told her to finish her senior year and then kicked her to the curb. No one is sure what kind of “fun” she had that night, just that it changed – and maybe ruined – her life. The day after graduation, Quinn went a few states up to Seattle where she’s hoping to reinvent herself. The only rules she’s set for herself? No more screwing up. Can she do it?
Single
Rosie Huntington-Whiteley
redwine-sucess
 
Riley Alex Gray, 24
Venice Beach, California
Riley was the bad boy that every girl would perhaps day dream about but never actually dare to date. Of course, he did seem to get every girl he's ever wanted, and has a one night stand too often. Growing up in a nice, loving family, rebelling was simply a choice. He was a rebel without a cause. Smoking, drinking, partying, sex. The only words in his dictionary. He dropped out of high school as well. Riley was the ‘shunned’ child. Instead of going to the country club and wearing his suit and tie, Riley was at his most recent girlfriend’s house and wearing tattoos on his body. He was the only child, which encouraged him becoming spoiled at a young age, especially because the family was wealthy. In simple terms, Riley was a rebel without a cause. He moved out of the house as soon as he could and decided to have a road trip around the states and finally stayed in Seattle, although it could turn out to be temporary. Will he find a reason to stay?
Single but always sleeping around. ( feel free to use him for a one night stand or something! (; )
Josh Beech
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Hello everyone! I'm Quinn. Nice to meet you guys! Hit me up and perhaps we can hang out sometime.
 
Quinn

took forever for me to figure out what i wanted to do.
 
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Despite the parties that were supposed to go on tonight, I decided against going for once and stayed a bit later at work to catch up on some filing and distributing of forms and papers that I had procrastinated on. And lately, I'd been running to work a little bit late which was becoming a habit due to the massive reoccurring hangovers and one night stands. Which, I should add, I didn't mind being late for work for but obviously my boss wouldn't be too impressed nor would that motivate her to write me an excellent recommendation for other jobs in the future.
 
A co-worker, Jeanie and a few others that had decided to stay a bit later as well asked me to go on a coffee run for them naturally me being the intern. I walked to the closest bar/cafe near the office. I had heard good reviews and it was fairly new as well. As I walked into the cozy, quaint place, the lights had dimmed being 7:00 and all, and a spotlight was on the singer on the stage. He was sitting on a wooden stool; his face leaned in close into the microphone, and a guitar hanging around his neck as he strummed it lightly. He licked his lips quietly before beginning to sing and after that, I was mesmerized. I was hooked. I forgot all the orders: the frappuccinos and mochas to be delivered. I sat at the bar and listened. The fact that he was so absorbed in his song and music made me enjoy the song that much more. His eyes were closed and beads of sweat formed along his forehead from the heat of the spotlight.
 
"Hey pretty lady, care for a drink?" the bartender asked. I took me awhile to register that someone was talking to me because of how enchanted I was by the music.
 
"Oh…sorry, no thanks." I said turning my attention to the bartender, "If you don't mind me asking...who is that?"
 
"That’s Jonah. He's our newest guy. He's pretty good isn't he?"
 
"Yeah, he has an amazing voice." I said forgetting I needed to get back to work soon. I wasn't keen on the musicians, I mean I didn't quite have a type and if they played the guitar it was always a plus. But the last time I dated a musician was back in sophomore year of high school and he happened to bee a senior. He was awful at singing but I stayed with him for about two months because he was very attractive and was an amazing kisser.
 
I stayed for his next song but apparently he had been playing for a while, I had just come in later. He exited the stage, and I was just about to get up and leave totally forgetting what I had essentially come here for.
 
"Hey Jack, get me my usual, yeah?" I recognized that voice. I turned around and saw the guy. Not just any guy, but The guy. The singer. He was leaning over the bar and turned his head and gave me a quick smile. I sat back down.
 
“You were just up there, right?” I asked, keenly.
 
“Yeah,” He answered as he was given his drink.
 
“You were amazing.” I said, “You might just become my new favorite artist.” I gave a small wink.
 
“Ah, thank you. Biggest compliment I’ve received for a real long time.” He said with a small laugh. “And coming from a gorgeous girl too. Can I buy you a drink?”
 
“Thought you’d never ask.” I smiled. “Bailey Mckenzie.” I put out my hand for a handshake.
 
“Jonah Miller. Nice to meet you.” He said, returning my handshake after ordering me an apple martini.
 
“Pleasure’s all mine. By the way, I love your beard.” I didn’t know what it was, but I really liked facial hair.

“Thank you again. I take extra good care of it. Now, I have a question to ask you.”
 
“Okay shoot.” I said, taking a sip of my drink.
“What is a pretty girl like you sitting here…alone?” He grinned.
 
“Well, you’re quite lucky tonight, Jonah.”
 
“Why’s that?”
 
“I’m not usually alone.”
 
“Is that so?”
 
“Mhmm…So, why’s a musician with facial hair sitting here alone?”
 
“I’m not alone.” He responded. “You’re sitting with me.”
 
“Well, technically you’re standing.”
 
“Fine, I’ll sit just for you.”
 
We sat facing each other and soon, I was sitting with my legs between his legs. We talked for hours, having a drink after drink. Telling jokes and exchanging stories. I was a bit drunk, but I could tell he was too. I leaned in close and kissed his lips. He returned the kiss and I pulled away.
 
“Do you…wanna come over?” I whispered with a mischievous smile.

Bailey Rose McKenzie
Age- 20
Neighborhood- Chic Loft in the Meatpacking District
Style- Keeps up the latest styles and trends. Only wears designer clothes and accessories. Wears pants but tends to loose whats underneath at the drop of a drink. loves tees, leather, jean shorts, short skirts,and chanel anything.
Icon- Kate Moss
Music- Britney Spears, Lady Gaga, Kayne West, Justin Timberlake, etc. Urban Pop.
Food- Italian. Has a personal chef.
School- Princeton
Background- Loves to party and have a good time, get slightly (wink wink) trashed and loves a good drag on her beloved camels cigs. She loves em and leaves em. Inherited a large sum of money when her grandfather died, but keeps it relatively real. She's a maneater!
Model- Emily Didonato
Internship- Mademoiselle Magazine