Realistic or Modern - GILDED -

[liala]

[GILDED]

On the outside they were golden​

Children of the wealthy and the slums all gathered at the neon-lit parties for one reason.
To empty their minds, forget their flaws, and to drink and fuck till they dropped.

It was a toxic pattern, lips getting worn down from smoking blunts and interlocking strangers' mouths.
Heads splitting from the stench of cheap perfume and hangovers.

It gave them no room or time to think about how miserable they truly were.

Even if their homes were brimming with fortune.
Even if power overflowed their hands.
Even if their brains were bursting with intelligence and talent.

The children of the neon-lights all knew
that the perfect looking ones were the most flawed.

 

[liala]

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title has plot info
first row of pics has rules
second row of pics has character sheet and OOC link
bottom quote row has credit to original sheet creator
- please do not post until I say the RP has began (go to OOC for early brainstorming) -

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[liala]

DEAN SIMAKOV​

He slowly exhaled the smoke from his bruised lips as he sat up in the tangled white sheets. Veronica, a girl he'd been seeing for a couple days, lay beside him, knocked out from all the alcohol that they had drowned themselves in the other night, proven by the numerous empty bottles strewn about the marble floor.

Dean combed his fingers through his messy bed hair, his empty eyes scanning the mess before him. Just as he was about to get up, the girl's arms gently wrapped around him, her soft hair brushing against his face. "You're not just going to leave me are you," she whispered, her piercing blue eyes gazing into his.

"I have somewhere to get to," he murmured as he gently shoved her aside. He pulled up his jeans and buttoned up his white shirt, checking his neck for any attention-grabbing hicky marks that he would have to cover up before visiting the devil herself.

"So the rumors were true."

He glanced back at her as he grabbed his coat off her vanity chair. "What rumors?"

"You make girls fall in love with you and believe for a second that they might be able to change you but then as soon as that small seed of hope opens up you crush and destroy them," she whispered, as she wrapped the blankets around her body.

Dean smirked, as he gently pushed a strand of hair out of her face and kissed her neck. "I had fun darling. And if you knew what was going to happen why did you follow me in the first place."

Before she could say anything else, he quickly snatched up his belongings and walked out of her room. The maid glanced up at him in disgust as he made his way down the stairs and out the door. Just as soon as he got onto a taxi, a text popped up onto his phone.

Messenger X

them

Party @ Golden Towers, Floor 32 @ 8:00PM. Invite only. Alcohol and food will be provided.

He closed his eyes and sighed, leaning his head back.
Going back home would have to wait he supposed.

Location
Warthom Heights - Veronica's mansion​

Feeling
Exhausted, hung over​

Interactions
-- to come --​

 

[Doubt]

Elijah Andrews

"And make sure there's a lot of alcohol, they live for that shit."

Elijah nodded eagerly as he jotted the tip down on a tiny note pad, pushing his glasses back over his arch constantly. He sat there with his legs tangled together on the couch as his two older siblings sat in front of him, giving him a master class on how to throw a party. His older sister, Sophie, smiled at her little brother as she simultaneously stood up with her twin brother, Matthew. Elijah quickly stood up after and shook both of their hands as if they were business partners. He couldn't help but get a strange look from his siblings before ushering them out of his large loft apartment, reminding Matthew to come earlier to set up his DJing gear.

Elijah felt his heart race in his chest as he rushed for his cheap phone he bought earlier, pushing the message button before he started a group text with the entire school. He planned this from the day he arrived, but no one had to know that. Elijah's fingers grazed against the phone's screen before pressing send to every kid in the school. The male relaxed his shoulders into the couch as his heart raced even further. There was no turning back now.

Minutes began to turn into hours as Elijah waiting eagerly for his guests to arrive, he anxiously waited in his bedroom as he soon heard downstairs fill up with students. His brother's music blasted from downstairs sounded muffled in his room as Elijah paced back and forth in his room. He would have to leave his room and join the party at some point. Elijah released a small sigh from his lips as he quietly snuck out of his bedroom and into the living room where kids his age were already drunk and out of their minds. Eli picked up a red cup and poured some water into it as he dodged through the crowds, taking sips of water as he observed the drunk and the wild.

Info

outfit - xxx
where - home
with - no one
tags - n/a

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[Honeybees]

Ramona Davis​

Outfit: XXX
Mood: Happy
Location: Golden Towers
With: Alexander Scott
Open to Interaction: Yes
Tagging: N/A

"I'm telling you Alec, you're being absolutely ridiculous." Ramona says, shaking her head as she watches her friend attempt to open up a wine bottle with a sharpened down plastic spoon.
"It won't with that attitude...!" Alexander says, letting out a grunt and a sigh as his make-shift cork opener lets out a pathetic snap of defeat, "Okay. Maybe you're right..." he says in a defeated tone.
"Not maybe. I am right. Now give it here." Ramona says, stifling a laugh.
Alexander passes the bottle to her, and just as she puts it down to attempt her own strange method of opening it, the two of them both get a message on their phones. Both teens whip out their mobile devices to check what could be so important to interrupt them just before they get wine drunk on alcohol worth more than people's rent.
"An invitation. Did you get one too?" Alexander asks.
"Yup." Ramona replies, nodding her head and smirking, "Get your spare change of clothes. There's no way we're missing out on this." she says, taking the wine and bolting out of the kitchen, causing Alexander to follow swift.
"You really don't need to get so excited Ramona. Now wait up will you? You've got way too many stairs for me to keep up." he says, following as closely behind her as he can.
Ramona simply lets out a laugh as she walks down her long halls.
"So, what're you going to wear?" he asks.
"Faux Fur coat. Dress that shows off my assets. The usual." she replies, shrugging her shoulders as she slips into her room and quickly hides her bottle of stolen wine. "What about you?" she then asks.
"Button down. That sort of thing. Beanie probably." Alexander replies, shrugging his shoulders as he sifts through her closet looking for his spare change of party clothes.
"Good choice." she says as she gathers her stuff, "Now get out of my room. I need to change."
Alexander rolls his eyes but leaves, since while he does think Ramona is quite attractive, he'd rather not see her in any state of undress.

Once the two of them are dressed for the party, they both leave via taxi. A choice they deliberately take to avoid any spying from limo drivers. By the time they get to the party, things are booming. The first thing Ramona does is put her jacket in the coatcheck before grabbing two shots for her and Alexander.
"Drink up motherfucker." she says, putting the shot in his hand.
"Cheers." he says, clinking their glasses together.
The two of them then take a shot, and thus, the party begins.

Alexander Scott​

Outfit: XXX
Mood: Happy
Location: Golden Towers
With: Ramona Davis
Open to Interaction: Yes
Tagging: N/A

 

[Heim]

M I K A

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Mika was at work when she got the text. No classes on today so a full day at the little produce shop. There were beads of sweat running down her face and back as she loaded big pallets full of fruit into the fridge room to keep fresh for the next day. She was alone this shift because her other co-worker had decided she was going to be a whiney little bitch and left because she had a headache. So needless to say she was in a bit of a bad mood. What a little princess. Mika didn't exactly have the option to leave work when she felt like it, she needed every hour of work she could fit around her studdies in order to keep her electricity and water utilities running. She had come to work with a broken ankle, with a violent case of food poisoning and countless other things that should have stopped her from working. Her manager had been flirting with her since she started here a well. This job was starting to become the biggest necessary pain in her life. She was constantly looking for a new one but nothing had panned out yet.

The text appeared when she was just taking off her apron ready to go home. The text told of a party that was happening later on. She smiled to herself. SHe had been working hard lately and she hadn't let her hair down (Or gotten laid) in quite a while now. Maybe this would be a welcome break of routine for her. She knew she shouldn't, she had lots of work to do the next day, but she honestly didn't care. She was stressed out and annoyed, plus she hadn't seen any of her friends in a while and was worried they may have forgotten she existed again. Sighing she walked into the locker room. She took off her work cloths replacing them with a simple pair of leggings and a big tee shirt. She would go home first, shower and change.

-Later-
wearing

Wearing an oversized jacket, a top that showd her midrift and a pair of black shorts, Mika felt pretty good. Her lips were coated in red and her eyes were winged and smokey. She left her house for the address mentioned on her phone taking an uber. She arrived, hung her coat, and got straight in amongst the crowds with her red solo cup full of frothy beer. She chatted and mingled confidently, greeting those she hung out with and flirting with those who she'd never seen before. It felt good to bask in the sweat and smoke again. ​

 

[Axell]

Stone Walker

Light shined through the blinds, creating stripes on the sleeping face of Stone. He had no clue where he was, who he was with or what time it was, but one thing he did know is that he was still fucked up from the night before. Last night had only been mediocre at best, the girls were decent, the alcohol was shitty and limited (he'd brought his own of course) and there had been chips and crackers - CHIPS and God damn CRACKERS. If it wasn't for the fact that an okay party was better than no party, he would have turned tail as soon as he saw that bright pink chip bowl.

Stone groaned as he rolled over, his stomach lurching uncomfortably. "Oh God....."He muttered, scrambling up and over people and furniture to get to the nearest bathroom. He barely made it before a fountain of pepto bismol pink liquid erupted from his mouth and added some color to the white tiled bathroom floor."Ooops."He panted, supporting himself on the sink. Stone closed his eyes against the spinning of the room, not opening them until he felt a buzz in his pocket.

Messenger X

them

Party @ Golden Towers Floor 32 @ 8pm. Invite only.

"Wake up and let's do it again."He said, laughing a bit before another wave of nausea hit and he proceeded to empty his stomach - this time into the sink. A few hours later, Stone had showered and gotten - for the most part - all the alcohol out of his stomach, though he still could feel it in his system, slurring his speech and causing him to stumble. On his way out of the house, he pulled out a joint and lit up, taking a long and much needed hit before letting the thick smoke escape through his nose. As he walked in the general direction of the place he was staying at so he could change clothes before heading to Golden Towers, Stone heard what sounded like a party and before he knew it he was already inside and checking the situation out.

Location: Elijah Andrews House Party Doubt
Interactions: N/A but Open
State of Being: Cross-Faded, Curious

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[eunoia]

Rebekah
May
Layton​

Rebekah woke up as her phone buzzed, alerting her that her mother was within two miles of her meaning that she had about ten minutes to get last night's entertainment out of her room.
She nudged the naked body next to her awake and got out of bed, pulling the sheet with her and leaving her partner without any covers. Grinning as she heard him groan, she grabbed a top and slid it over her slim frame.
"You need to leave." She smiled, pulling on some skinny jeans, "My mom will be back soon."
She watched amusedly as... Harry, she believed, practically leapt out of bed and attempted to find his clothes on the floor. Her mother had a reputation and if Rebekah hadn't been quite so attractive her mother would surely scare off any potential bedmates.
Within a minute he was changed, or sort of... his top was on backwards and his shoes were on the wrong feet but Rebekah didn't mind as she pushed him out the door, warning him that her mother would be there any second.
Chuckling, she made her way into the kitchen, picking up a bowl of freshly prepared fruit salad and muttering a thanks to her maid, Marcia. Hearing her mother pull up Rebekah prepared herself for an awkward conversation, but was pleasantly surprised when she received a text notifying her of that night's party. She quickly went to her car, dismissing her mother with a "I'm going shopping." And turned her keys in the engine, pulling her shiny white Chevrolet Malibu out of her driveway and towards the mall to buy a new dress for the night.

Location: Home
Mood: Content
Interactions:

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[liala]

DEAN SIMAKOV​

Hopping out of the taxi, he took out a cigarette and lit it as he trudged towards his apartment. In his current grimy state, he would have clean up at least a little before he went to a party in the wealthy area of the city. He lived near the edge of the city, located near quiet artisan cafes and small antique shops. A location that didn't really match his lifestyle but still catered to the silence he desperately needed for the hours he wasn't at someone's house getting high or drunk. It was an unknown area that not many wealthy people bothered venturing into. It was a perfect escape from all the shallow pretentiousness that oozed into all of his social circles.

To his surprise, the door was already unlocked when he got to his loft. He cautiously opened the door to see his grandmother's secretary casually lounging on the sofa with a glass of bourbon in one hand.

"Wouldn't mind you giving me a heads up before you break into my house," Dean sighed as he tossed his coat onto a chair. "I have to go somewhere soon so keep it short."

The secretary grimaced, placing the glass down on to the coffee table. "I wouldn't have had to come all the way here if you had only picked up your phone Mr. Simakov. Your grandmother wants you to come back to the main estate for dinner with an important guest tomorrow night. You do remember Ms. Rebekah May Layton don't you? It's been two years since she returned from her studies abroad and you haven't formally met with her yet."

Dean froze at the mention of her name before he continued to unbutton his shirt. "Look, I've got to wash up. Can we talk about this later?"
"This really isn't up for much discussion," the secretary sighed, picking up his briefcase. "Madame Simakov expects to see you at dinner tomorrow. Good day sir."

"You can't just expect me to show up at dinner out of the blue. It's not like you guys aren't aware of my living habits. Tell your fucking spies to work on their hiding skills."
The secretary smirked. "Sir, please remember that it was your grandmother is the one who bailed you out of rehab. She has the power to shove you back into that institution at any moment. I wouldn't push her buttons if I were you. It's not like...you aren't aware of how 'desperate' she can get when something doesn't go the way she wants. Good day sir. We expect to see you at dinner tomorrow in a presentable state."

Dean exhaled as he heard the door slam shut. A meeting with the Layton family...it could only mean one thing and it wasn't something he needed or wanted in his life.
After finally washing up, he combed his hair up and pulled on a white shirt and a black jacket pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind. As long as he didn't run into her at tonight's party, all would be good. He grimaced, remembering the last time their eyes had accidently met at a party that was thrown a couple months after her return. She was a different person now and so was he and it was too late for them to be able to turn back to the old times. They were damaged goods and there was nothing they could do about it.

He picked up another cigarette, glancing at the blank canvas near the window. While at the party he could try to find another model he guessed.

Exiting the building, he hailed a taxi and soon found himself in front the glistening luxurious towers that lived up to their name. No one seemed to know who was hosting the party, but like always...who the fuck cared as long as there were decent drinks and vibes.

A bell boy escorted him into the elevator and guided him to the floor that the party was being held at. Dean stood at the entrance for a moment, eyeing the room for the drinks bar and familiar faces before finally meeting eyes with Alec who already taking shots with a crowd of people.

Dean grabbed a bottle of vodka from a nearby and gulped it down like water.
Cheers to another night of blackouts and unforgivable headaches.

Location
Dean's Loft (Downtown) --> Golden Towers
Outfit
xxx​

Interactions
Mentioned - eunoia , Honeybees ​

 

[Honeybees]

Ramona Davis​

Outfit: XXX
Mood: Happy/Tipsy
Location: Golden Towers
With: Alexander Scott
Open to Interaction: Yes
Tagging: N/A

Alexander and Ramona were having a grand old time. The two were downing shots like it was nobody's business, and they were all giggles.
"Alec...! Alec...! Alec...!" Ramona says, giggling as she nudges him in the side.
Her cheeks are bright red, and her eyes are slightly glazed over.
"Alec. Where are..." she begins, before tugging him by the shirt and whispering right in his ear, "the drugs."
"You'll get them Rambo. We'll both get them actually..." he says, eying the crowd for any of his usual dealers.
Instead, he spots his good friend Dean, locking eyes with him. He gives off his most wicked grin as he watches his friend down some vodka. He then unhooks Ramona's hands from his shirt and loops his arm around her shoulders, guiding her towards his friend.
"Dean. My buddy, my guy, my pal." he says, removing his arm from Ramona's shoulder as he quickly snags two fruity looking drinks.
"Gimme." Ramona says, before sipping gingerly on her new drink, "Strawberry." she hums, closing her eyes.
Alexander laughs before taking a sip and grimacing. It's way too sugary for him.
"So. Dean. My buddy, my guy, my pal. Can I have some?" he asks, pointing at the bottle of Vodka and smiling.
"Ahem! I believe that the polite thing to do is..." Ramona says, before staring at her drink and taking another sip, "One sec..." she mumbles.
Alexander rolls his eyes, "This is my buddy Ramona." he says, "She's a lightweight."
"There we go! Introduce me!" Ramona exclaims, smiling, "Pleasure to meet you, Dean!" she exclaims, "Also, I am not a lightweight."

Alexander Scott​

Outfit: XXX
Mood: Happy/Intoxicated
Location: Golden Towers
With: Ramona Davis, Dean Simakov
Open to Interaction: Yes
Tagging: liala

 

[tsuneni]

WINONA PARRISH​

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outfit: xxx
mood: pissed > having a mental breakdown
location: campus courtyard > golden towers
mentions: elijah ( Doubt )

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WHY WOULD THEY INVITE ME...

"NO, NO, NO! PUT THAT DOWN. I'LL CARRY IT- OH FUCK..."

Frustration, thoroughly expressed in her irritated voice, sounded perhaps through the campus' whole courtyard. It got to the point in which she abandoned her suitcases of clothing to direct the men that her father hired to take her belongings to her dorm. They were supposed to only carry the items that Winona felt that they wouldn't break in their meaty hands, but they ignored her, and it left her in a pile of frustration and bitten-down swears. Currently, they were carrying a treasure chest that held some of Winona's most prized possessions. There was glass in the damn thing, and the stupid men were swinging it around.

"Ahhh, why won't they listen to me?" She muttered, raking a hand through her dark hair. These past few days had been a big ol' mess. She arrived to the campus late, after spending a "glorious" summer with her family. By glorious, I meant that they went back to England, and Winona spent most of her time locked in the guest room she occupied, reading to her desire, and ignoring her family. When they returned, it seemed to leave her family's mind that school would go back into session in mere days. Charity event after charity event, meeting after meeting. Endless torture, and then they were scrambling to get ready for school.

All of a sudden, she felt her phone buzz in the pocket of her jeans. She pulled it out, hovering a hand over the screen to see it better under the scorching sun. She read the text out loud, eyes widening. "Party? Invite only? Is this a prank? Me? At a party?"

Despite her evident confusion for the invitation, and her hesitance, Winona showed up to the party, at precisely nine o'clock. She had even dressed up, sort of, but the confident facade she was trying to pull wasn't exactly concealing her nerves. Her hands were balled into fists behind her back as she made her way through the foyer, crowds already formed there, drinking and having fun.

Her hazel gaze circled around the room, searching for a familiar face, at least. Now, I'd like to let you know that Winona hates cliche's. Specifically the ones where the bad boy falls for the good girl. No, that's not going to happen right now. What is going to happen is she'll bump into a very cute boy and have a mental breakdown over it.

When she turned her head again, she only caught a glimpse of a dark blue shirt, before she felt the splash of a cold drink over her front area. Winona took a few steps back, staring wide-eyed at Elijah, a fellow peer. "Holy shit, I'm so sorry!"