i liked this set style.
dark and smexy <3
{ clearing out drafts : }

this set is loosely dedicated to the twin sister i never had, but always wished i did.
those precious moments of bonding, and loving. :')

so this is far out from my normal set making, but again, it was in my drafts, and its really pretty, so here you go.
 
sort of reminds me of Alice in wonderland , who met up with Aquamarine in Atlantis in the summer.
 
i don't even know..^ but its pretty ❤

My poly, so pretty and so wonderful,
how i miss you.
 
I wish you all a very happy Christmas, and a wonderful new years eve, may all that you wishes come true !
 
( hallmark moment much ? )
 
But in truth, as the new years approaches, try to think and incorporate this quote to your life :
 
" Shoot for the moon, if you fail you'll land between stars "
 
this year has been one of errors and mistakes for me, but it has been a good one, i don't expect 2011 to be mistake free, but im going to better myself and do rightful decisions when it comes to life altering choices, or just small decisions.
 

love y'all <3

im your c-c-cherry bomb
 
hello lovely world, and lovely people.
how good to smell the fashion in the air, i sure missed you all like a ( thinking of ingenuous assimilation here ) um, don't quite got it.
 
two things:
 
* collage life is awesomeness to the max.
* im sorry for being m.i.a for a year, was it a year? nah, more like months. still.
 
oh, im so gonna change my name here, still thinking of something creative as too, ideas?
 
love you all ♥

catching up....
 

Eliza Wilson (eighteen)
The Village
Eliza was more than happy when her mom kicked her out of their Upper East Brownstone. When she was found with possession of weed at their gala she was dismissed from the life of dinners and the pressure of Ivy League. She's happier in the village, going to hookah bars and spending her college fund in thrift stores, but thats not the only reason she chose the Village.
Background: Her mother divorced her father right after work, she's never met him and was raised by stepfathers all her life.
Profession: Works at Westsiders Rare Books because it always smells like pot.
Portrayed by: Myf Shepherd
 
{1. Which character are you trying out for?

Eliza Wilson
2. Why did you choose this character, specifically? Will you stay true to the character's personality?
 
I chose this character because, i loved her personality, well, not only that, but the drastic changes she has made in her life. and i think it would be a really good character to work with. and yes, i will.
3. How often will you be making sets for this roleplay?
 
as often as i can. but one or two per week. }
 
short story.
 
i laid, uncomfortably in the mattress Steven propped up for me in his living room. the events of last night passed in a blur in my mind, making my headache from last night drinking increase.my thoughts raced, and i remembered clearly yesterday's wild party. i sat up, rubbing my head as the headache catched up to me. my eyes scanned the whole living room, well what was left of it. but my sight lingered in the man that laid, deeply sleep next to me. i studied him for a while, giving up in all my intentions on recognizing him. i didn't know what time it was or if it was night or day, but i decided that it was best to go. i got up silently, making as little sound as possible. i made my way through the dirtied floor, coca cola and many other drinks were thrown across the room, making sticky spots on the floor. pop corn and Doritos lingered in the couches, and the smell of the room was undefinable. i saw at least one or two guys in the floor. and a girl, barely my age laying uncomfortably in the kitchen counter. i grabbed my bag, that was perched neatly against one of the walls, and got out of the door. i walked silently through the hall of the Brooklyn brownstone building. the smell of cocaine and alcohol lingered in me, even though i left the room. i got out of the building, feeling the cold and bitter air of December hit me, and i cursed myself again for not bringing a coat with me. it was morning, the sun early rays lit the sky, and i hoped to catch a cab, but none were on sight. this was great. but it was another normal day in my life, of partying and drinking. but somehow i liked it. it was somewhat of a reward after years and years being imprisoned in all the luxury of the upstate world. i sighed bitterly, and started walking through the sidewalk. i saw a car coming. but no taxi. the car came and stopped beside me. i tried to see if i recognize the car,
"need a ride?" said Malcolm. my best friend in this world. i nodded eagerly, and went inside the car.
 
xx

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY ELIZABETH!
 
i know this is late, but i been working on it since Monday nerveless, i hope you like it! You're now the EPICEST
(is that a word? well, now it is)
16 YEAR OLD IN THE WORLD.you're just epic. and i wish you the best. and i hoped you liked your birthday gifts.♥
 
Love ya!
 
bella.

.timothy leary
 
an obsession with mini's. and sorry for not making much sets this days, my internet has been off and i am unable to connect.but for now, im using wifi in a café. :)
 

[DB]
 
[ari gundmond]
 
Saturday: Ash is throwing a house warming party, be there. (I dont think there is a theme)
 
[story]
 
[Arielle p.o.v]
 

the light shone brightly in ash's house, and merrily occasion. i have been lately sick, and was not able to attend many of the recent events. i felt a little sick still, it must travel sickness. the music was contemporary and many of the girls were already dancing. but at this time, i preference drinking. i grabbed a pink colored drink from a counter, and sipped it happily. the music thundered in my ears, and i felt the sudden urged to dance. but me, being the timid person that i was, drank down at least two more of those pink colored drink. before i knew it, i was dancing. and felt the happiest i can be.
 
xo.
Ari.
 
[sorry for the short story!]

.Aeschylus
 
Catching up.... ♥
 
{Roulette and Cigarettes: the luxe state}
{Damé Cologne}
 

{dec. 18th: the boys have gone into the forest to cut down a tree for the main hall, and the girls are gathering decorations for this huge tree.}
 

♥
 
it was a cold and bitter winter morning, and damé sat speechless in the steps of the grand house. girls ran to everywhere, and anywhere reaching and trying to find the perfect decorations for the enormous tree that the boys will bring.
dame played with a little Christmas ball she found in her belongings this very same morning. the ball itself was simple, it was a very shiny red, with gold streaked lines all around it. but what catches dame eyes, was the story behind it.she remember clearly that this simple Christmas adornment, was part of her last Christmas she passed at home....before her eyes damé went back in time, the mountains of snow, and the the woods were transformed into her manors' living room. a huge pine tree was centered in the room, casting its shadow in the red walls. the oak floor was shiny, and dame's mother bristled around, carrying with her a small box of Christmas tree decorations. dame was seven at the time, with no knowledge of the world outside of her house. her small hands carried the small red and gold streaked ball, and dame stumbled a couple of times in the stair reaching the top of the tree. she took an small branch and was very careful to put the decoration on it. before she took the time to look, the ball slipped out of her hands and fell. lucky there was an old rug in the floor around the tree. it fell soundlessly, but dame's mother took notice. "non, dame, do not play with the decorations. they are crystal, and they can easy broken" said dame mom taking the ball out of the floor and putting it in the box she was carrying. dame jumped out of the stair and landed softly in the floor. she watched the tree with awe, before returning to follow her mother around. the doorbell was rung, and its annoying sound rung around the house. "oh, dame, could you get that, if you please" said dame's mom, and dame went obediently to the door and answered. two men stood there, wearing police man uniforms. dame was confused, why would there be police men outside? she thought briefly before one of them spoke. " is you mom around?" dame nodded, and went around to call her mom. the sound of a record playing Christmas music was playing swiftly, and old merry tune about Christmas. dame found her mom and told her about the police men inquiry. her mom went to the door, carrying the small box of decorations at her hip. dame followed.
"Ma' am, there has been an accident" said one of them."you're husband is dead" said the police men with an sad tone. "I'm very sorry to deliver such news." he finished. dame couldn't understand fully what was going around. but her mom face was a map for her, tears came out of her eyes falling into the rugged floor making streaked wet marks in it. the box she busied about so carelessly fell into the floor, but the red and gold ball fell into dame's hands. dame's mother sobbed quietly in the floor, her delicate hands hiding her face..........
dame returned to reality and found her face wet and damp with tears which she quickly managed to clean. she remember her father
s funeral, and how her mother spent month's grieving. after a year or so,her mother married again and damé found herself with a new family. but she never forgot her father. she held the adornment very close to her heart....
 
xo♥

Gertrude Penn- ○
Looks:
Good ol' Gerty. Gertrude is slightly.. odd. She's religious. Almost too religious. She is known as the religious freak amongst her peers and is wayyy too into John's preachings. She stares at him in awe, taking notes of his every word. Don't ever touch her holy notebook. She goes crazy.

 
top three
♥ Gertrude Penn
♥Molly Newmann
♥Bethany Peterson
 

Story....♥
 
'and as the men were fellow servants, so was....' preached John Harper in the temple. the words he preached resonated trough the hallow walls, and reached into Gertrude's mind, in an almost too intimate manor. her mouth was opened in awe, and her hands were clasped together in front of her. her eyes were wet, she felt like crying.
John Harper's was the object of utmost admiration for her, she dreamed, and always talked about him and his preachings. when the hour of preaching came to an end, and everyone followed out of the temple, Gertrude took her time, trying to reach John, to talk to him. but failed. her husband raspy hand grabbed hers;and lead her outside.
"did you liked the mass?" ask her husband. his old, beady eyes reflecting nor love for her, only lust. the old man that was her husband was as old as time itself, and Gertrude couldn't stand the mere fact of being married to such a person, but too keep with her lifestyle, she learned to cope.
"yes, i did" she said, nodding her way. she took her leather bound notebook, and scribed some things she remembered of the mass. "dear, go home and fix me some dinner" her husband said, leaving at the last word. not as a question but as an order. Gertrude nodded, and followed the stone path to her little cabin, she called home.
 
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