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Fandom XOXO Gossip Girl (RP)

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sapphire




  • winston.





































    • mood



      it do be party time

















    A well earned break from classes. A treat you could say. The treat? An absolutely lit party at this totally-not-haunted-or-abandoned-or-sketchy house, and Winston could care less who had been the one to even suggest the party. He just knew that he had to go. As soon as Winston had even heard about the party, he was dropping everything he had just to even go to it: OnlyFans pictures and videos? Those can wait! A nap? Put on hold! Reading? Dropping the books! It was good to get away from all the classes and the horrid classwork he has to do, a party was well in due by now.

    See, Winston could have driven to the party, or at least call someone up to take him to the house. But honestly, it was a nice night out, not too warm nor too cold. So why not take a nice night walk down to the party? It’s a shame he couldn’t take Miss Sammie (the cat) with him, it’s fine because she’ll be waiting for Winston when he gets back. Winston pulled out the first clothes he found in his closet, oh boy a hoodie! Hoodies are his friends! He loves hoodies so much. Hoodie, fishnets, and boots. Perfect clothing for a summer’s night out.

    Winston changed into his picked out clothing before concentrating on his hair. His wild, fluffy hair. For now, he'll just pull it back into a nice, messy ponytail. Hey now, those are very fashionable! And, his hair will be out of his way. Fingers carded their way through his hair, pulling it back before he could tie it up. There we go! He's ready to go now!

    He got his phone off of the charger and was quick to stuff it into his hoodie pocket. "I will see you later." Winston told Sam, his cat mind you, giving her a small pat on the head. He received a small meow in response. That's cute. Winston then left, heading down to where the house was, yes he knew where it was and no he was not lost. Absolutely not.

    It's not like he'll be staying at the party all night anyways, maybe an hour or two, or three if he's really enjoying it: enough for him to get his fill of party fun. Because Winston needs to sleep! He is very deserving of a good night's sleep. There was a small breeze as Winston, it felt very nice.

    Flashing lights, Loud music, Alcohol, Cigarettes, The smell of smoke and booze, he all expected it to be there. Mind you, this was not Winston's first ever party. Parties are nice. Speaking of what to expect at the party, Winston could really use a good smoke right now.

































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    lauren babic










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Bundled up in a sugary, artificially-flavored red, fur coat, Valentine Jean Volkov found herself staring up at the twinkling lights, hoping to see a glint of the stars that command oceans and black holes. It was futile; she hadn't seen a single glint of gas since she joined the Ballet, but that was no breaking point. There were no stars in LA, either, but at least in New York, there were pretty skylines and neon garbage to admire. There were also peers to laugh and drink with, which was the exact purpose of attending the shin-dig at hand. Val welcomed with this event with open arms, much like a Midwest mother or, in a much more personal sense, their gay father who greeted her with the same limp wrist every one of the few times they sought to visit him. Genetics, she mused.

In her pocket, Valentine carried a tightly packed joint. Their years of selling handmade prerolls and hand-rolled cigarettes in Russia to their fellow dancers, wrapped practically into a single pinch or two of weed. As she walked from the edge of the block her taxi driver had left her on, Val pondered who to share the present with. Perhaps, she'd walk up to this lucky person, and they would, just maybe, see her as the present instead. While lacking a bow, her fluffy heart purse, the ribbon-y heels, and of course, the matching name to all this show of love, she hoped someone might see her as she wished to be seen. If not, there was plenty of booze to warm the ache, like IcyHot, and she could find something to help her forget the stupidity of the romanticism in her heart.

Still, there was something to be said about their choice in outfit. While common for the young ballerina to dress in varying shades of pink (it was, after all, the main focus of her closet's color pallette), it was a display, purposeful and prideful, when they wore hearts. The odd shape decorated her body, like Christmas lights. A big present. The best gift.

Needless to say, Valentine Volkov, with her scarred feet, her psychiatrist on speed-dial, and the bottle of Ambien rattling as the only thing in her purse besides her credit card, was not a youth of sound mind. Parties were the last thing she should attend, but that was the very reason she attended them. She knew everything one could pit against her, use as evidence of her stupidity and madness, and yet, she still committed the acts. Self-destruction was, and always will be, her forte, and she would change nothing. Even with her heart's desires.

Moving on, they brought a dazzling smile to their face. It was a party! Debauchery was the key for this evening, and hopefully, the less-than-savory location would save her from the flash of a camera. Even if it didn't, Val was almost in a mood not to care.

"Fuck and be merry!" She yelled out to the street, hearing a few cries from distant bar alleys in approval, before walking in.







prima ballerina



valentine.








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