And in that moment, I swear, we were infinite ∞

#20 Shopping for birthday presents for your little brother
 
I don't have any siblings, but we can pretend, yeah?

This was for IO but I guess it's not happening :/
I'm so disappointed you guys....

I honestly don't know why I'm auditioning for this. I literally have no time.
 
NAME, AGE
City, Country:
Profession: [model, photographer, lawyer, public relations, assistant, stylist, designer, etc]
Personality Traits/Flaws: [list three - five]
Signature Scent:
Style:
Model:
Resume: [collection goes here]
Taken by:

#19 Dating a celebrity and you know the paparazzies are waiting for you:
Of course, I'd be dating the lovely Bradley (haha lets just ignore he's going out with Suki Waterhouse right now, kay?). BUT OH MY GOSH HE IS SUCH A SWEETIE HE WENT TO GO VISIT SOME OF THE BOSTON BOMBING VICTIMS IN THE HOSPITAL LITERALLY THE BEST GUY EVER.

#18 Going to San Fransisco
It's been a while since I last made a set for this challenge! Anyways... if I were in San Fran like I often am, I'd rock the denim on denim look with a diamond necklace, turban, and Prada bowler bag. I'd also include a faux fur-lined coat for warmth if needed.

punching in a dream - the naked and famous
 
SATURDAY, APRIL 13
Welcome back to Catalina, girls. Despite the fact we're all coming back together for the first time in four years, today isn't a very happy day. It's Ava's funeral. Put on your best LBD and head down to St. Patrick's cathedral down the road to say goodbye to our oldest friend.
 
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"Hey, it's Mia, leave a message."
 
It was the third time I'd called Mia. It was the third time I'd gotten her voicemail. And it was the third time I'd made the cab driver circle around.
 
"Dammit," I murmured.
 
I didn't want to be the first one there. To have to stand there greet Ava's surely devastated parents. A tear slipped its way down my cheek as my cell phone began to buzz. Something in me hoped it was Ava, but instead it was Mia.
 
"Hey,"
 
"Hey."
 
"We're here." She sniffled.
 
"Okay, I'm just pulling around now." I say, wiping away the tear.
 
As the cab pulled around the block for the final time, I took a deep breath, paid the tip, and walked up the steps of St. Patrick's, greeting a sad-looking Mia in her funeral ensemble.
 
"Mia..." I stopped before her, my hands laced together, Chanel bag dangling on my shoulder.
 
She embraced me right away. I had never felt so vulnerable.
 
"Thank you... for calling me..."
 
A few silent seconds passed, only with the sounds of soft sobbing in the background. Soon Liv and Georgia showed up, climbed the steps, and greeted us both.
 
"Where's June?" Asked Georgia.
 
I shrugged and tried to think as hard as I could. “I’m not sure… I did hear she was back though…”
 
"She wouldn't miss it, right?" Olivia asked.
 
"Even June's not that heartless." I reply, looking down at my feet.
 
Two mindless minutes later, and June, looking hungover as always, stumbled up to the front of the church.
 
"Cat got your tongue?" June teased, raising one slim, blonde eyebrow. Yep. I guess she was /that/ heartless.
 
* * *
 
After being waded inside the church by a droopy and suddenly old-looking Mrs. Jones; the service began, only Ava's flower-adorned coffin and a gorgeous picture of her, smiling and bright-eyed, holding our attention.
 
It looked exactly the same as always, St.Patricks- the destination of so many memories. Boring Masses, Easter egg hunts, games and gossip sessions.
 
Now for none of which Ava was here to remember.

xx, Sasha
 
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I KNOW, FINALLY.
@sophiaspastic @rockets-and-rainbows @waldorfsdaughter @abcdefuck

the cure - freak show
 
model - Behati Prinsloo
animal - Leopard
 
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story soon! comment for inclusion!

I don't really know what this layout is, but it's sort of inspired by phia/taylor <3
 
anyway..
Sasha Valentine ☼ BUSINESS BEAUTY ☼ (22)
March 9th - Pisces
Current Location; New Haven, Connecticut
Sasha always was the micromanager - she made endless lists and itineraries for what her friends would do, whether it be during the week, on the weekend, or throughout Catalina's long and infamous summers. She wanted to plan it all. Maybe that's why she left the island to get her undergrad degree in Business from Yale. Her parents were the perfect nurturers for Sasha - two teachers who met working the first and third grades of Avalon Elementary School - and worked hard to create a daughter with an ambitious drive and sweet side. She was Ava's right hand girl in high school, basically her personal assistant of sorts, and VPed every single club Ava chaired. Maybe that's why Ava's death has seemingly held the greatest effect on Sasha, who is currently debating whether or not going back to New Haven for Business School is really what she wants.
(Blake Lively)
OPEN
 
▪ What have you been doing since high school?
Well, I guess you could say I've moved on to bigger and better things than The Sacred Six. I'm currently at Yale, like I always dreamed I would be, and shooting for my MBA as of late. I'd love to start my own business one day, so this to me is the most necessary step of the plan; my career plan, that is, that my parents and I have had for as long as I can remember. Get good grades, go to Yale, get an MBA, start a business, become a millionaire- a billionaire- maybe even a zillionaire, but of course I'm not going to be c*cky or anything, that's not really in my personality. I have to admit, it's pretty hard, business school, having so much pressure to follow this "plan" of mine. But then again, looking at what a tragedy Ava and her family have suffered, I realize how lucky I am.
 
▪ How do you feel about returning to Catalina Island?
I think the feeling is altogether bittersweet. There's something so nostalgic and satisfying about returning to the place where you grew up. But on the other hand, the only reason I'm returning is because of Ava's passing. Life's just too short, I guess. I remember so much about us, all of us, when we were in high school. Things seemed so different then, so easy. I'm pretty scared, to be honest. The thing I'm most afraid of is that I won't want to go back to New Haven after all of this has subsided, once and for all. I know that being back here will just make it more permanent, Ava's death, like it's really happening, even though it already seems pretty inescapable.
 
▪ How do you feel about Ava's death?
Devastated, to say the least. She was my best friend, I could trust her with anything. Now she's gone. I just know deep inside things will be different now, a lot different. I mean, she was the reason I used to plan everything in the first place anyway. The clubs, the lunch dates, everything was about /our/ schedule. Her death- it's the one thing that, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't prepare for, and I feel so lost without Ava.
 
▪ Any idea how it happened?
Any idea? I mean, to be honest, no. Who on earth would want to kill Ava? She was beautiful, smart, kind- she'd never hurt a fly. She just wanted to follow her dreams, live out her life, you know. I don't understand who would do this to her.
 
▪ Why do you think you should get the part?
Well, first of all, I love this character. The minute I read Sasha's bio I just knew she was the one I wanted to audition for, and I just have so many plans for her. I really feel passionate about her story and I hope to be able to expand it if I get the part. I think I sort of have Sasha 'down' so to speak as a character and I definitely want to create a persona for her. She's definitely one of my favorite characters I've ever played and if I do get the part, I'll make sets for her all the time. She's someone I could see myself writing for for a long time.
 
▪ How active will you be?
I'll be as active as I can because school is quite demanding but I think I can definitely do 1-2 sets a week.
 
▪ How inspired are you for this role?
VERY. I'm still trying to figure out what I'd like to do with Sasha storyline-wise, but I would love to play her because I've just got some really great ideas/plans.
 
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[FLASHBACK]
 
"So Sasha, it says here you got straight A's all throughout your Junior year?" Asked Trisha, the headmistress at Yale University.
 
"Yeah, that's correct." I smile, looking directly at her, an assuring look in my eyes.
 
"Very impressive." She says, lowering her reading glasses, "So tell me, why do you want to be at Yale my dear?"
 
Beginning to get nervous, I look out of the window behind Trisha onto the lush, green campus.
 
"Where do I even start?" I shrug, laughing, trying to break the ice. Was I to just spill about how, oh, only everything in my entire life had been leading up to this, or how I'd spent it planning?
 
I clear my throat and try to organize my thoughts. "Well, I've always wanted this." I begin, "I don't know, something in my blood has just always wanted to lead me here. I know that Yale will provide everything I need to get to business school, although I must also provide some of myself, my drive, my ambition," I go on like this for what feels like hours. I look down at my grandmother's gold watch and see it's only been five minutes.
 
I spy the look on her face, confused, but seemingly pleased. "Well, Sasha, I think we'd be very lucky to have you attend our fine institution. But of course the final response won't be until March." Trisha concludes, standing up to shake my hand. I thank her, smooth down my white, floral dress and blazer, and make my way out to the immaculate courtyard.
 
The sun was out, the grass was rustling in the soft wind, the sound of students chatting surrounded me. It felt like a little slice of heaven in New Haven, one that I so badly wanted to be apart of.
 
[FLASH FORWARD; MARCH, 2013]
 
"Ten-thirty. Ten-thirty AM the post office promised it would arrive," I said at exactly ten thirty-one, pacing back and forth in my living room.
 
I picked at my cuticles and waited, second by second, for the letter that would change my life.
 
"For God fricken sakes Sash, it's not like you're waiting to hear from Hogwarts or something." Brit, my roommate, yawned, as she flipped through the pages of the newest issue of Seventeen.
 
"Yeah, you're right Brit, because it's from YALE!" I shriek, panicking.
 
I plop down on the couch next to her. "Do you know how important this is to me?" I ask, desperately trying to get her attention.
 
"Yes, because you've only told that to me five thousand million times." She retorts, continuing to flip the pages.
 
She didn't get it. This is all I'd been planning for, my whole life. Screwing it up would be like screwing up my entire existence.
 
I tried biting one nail after the other to calm my anxiety, but I realized I'd already bitten them all down to the stubs.
 
After a few more minutes of waiting, I heard the buzzing of the doorbell.
 
"It's here." I mumbled to myself as I ran across the room and down the stairs to the mail box.
 
In my frantic rush I had totally forgotten that I was only wearing a tank and some Victoria's Secret sweatpants. I put my arms over my chest and smile at the mailman.
 
Grabbing the letter from him, I nod, and run back up the stairs to my apartment even more quickly than I did running down them.
 
"So, what's the verdict, Valentine?" Asks Brittany, throwing her magazine on the floor.
 
"Nothing yet. Haven't opened it." I say, shutting the front door behind me as I walk in.
 
Taking a deep yoga breath, I start to pick at the flap of the envelope. I whisper to myself, "Whatever happens, happens." and open the envelope piece by piece.
 
Picking out the letter, I unfold it slowly, carefully, closing my eyes the whole way. Then finally, I open them.
 
"Well?"
 
I put my hand over my mouth, surely looking shocked enough for Brit to come over and see for herself.
 
"I got in!!" I cheer, jumping up and down. Brit gives me one of those bear hugs she's so good at, and almost immediately we drive out to our favorite little diner in town.
 
As Brittany pulls her old Nissan into the parking lot, I pull out my phone to text the rest of The Sacred Six. First, though, it had to be Ava.
 
To: Ava
From: Sasha
 
Hey girlie! Guess who got into Yale! :D Call me. Miss u <3
 
I started to worry when she didn't text me back within minutes. Something was wrong. I just knew it. Ava always texted me back right away, in seconds, even.
 
"What's wrong?" Asks Brit.
 
"It's Ava, she hasn't texted me back."
 
"Look, I'm sure everything's fine," She assures, "She's probably away from her phone."
 
"She's /never/ away from her phone. I know her."
 
"God, Sasha. You just got into the school of your dreams and you're still panicking?!"
 
My cell phone began to vibrate and I looked at the caller ID. But it wasn't Ava. It was Mia.
 
"Sasha, Sash." She sounded stuffed up, as if she'd been crying.
 
"Yeah Mia?"
 
"It's-it's Ava."
 
I didn't know what she was talking about. My breath suddenly vanished. "What?" I gasp.
 
"She's dead Sasha."
 
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▷ Vei
age; 21
house; Greater House of Ares
bio; A true knight, Vei is a member of Lady Aza Dunmoor's personal guard - the only woman to do so. Vei has killed more men in tournaments alone that most will in their life, and it is almost as spectacular as the number she has bedded. While as a Knight of her house she is supposed to show restraint, Vei doesn't know the meaning of the word. Loud and usually drunk, Vei knows the only thing more fun that war is the s*x that comes after it. Which is why as clever as she is Vei has opened up a brothel right down the street. It makes her Lady upset but Vei grew up poor and is determined to not die the same way. With the war brewing her business venture is the most popular brothel in Olympiad and has the honor of servicing many of the lord's that come to call on Lady Aza. Slippery as a snake, Vei has mastered the art of brute warfare but she also has quiet a skill for playing the lying game that royals seem so fond of.
collection; http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/collection?id=2434628
model; Melissa Tammerijin
taken by; OPEN
 
Top 3:
Vei
Summer
Cassiopeia
 
STORY TIME...
 
"Praise the Gods, I love you." He says, laying next to me.
"That was not love," I sigh, pulling the sheets up over my chest, "That was s*x."
He chuckles, and sits up from the bed. I glance over at him, trying to get a look at his a*s. He did have a great a*s.
Feeling my eyes on him, he turns. "What is it?"
"Nothing," I grin.
He yawns and takes his time dressing.
"Well, hurry up then," I command, "I do have a business to run, after all."
"A business?" He scoffs, "Hades, you're better than half the girls you sell."
"F*ck you."
"Someone's got a temper..."
"Huh, you should see me on the battle field." I retort, looking at my cracked, manly hands.
"I suppose I will. Lord Aaron has informed me you shall be jousting this afternoon." He says, smirking deviously.
I laugh and run my fingers through my long, white blonde hair. "I suppose you'll just have to wait and see."
* * *
"Vei, your horse is ready!" Called my stable hand as I put the finishing coat of polish on my golden armour.
"Coming," I reply, making faces in the mirror. I couldn't believe how... ferocious I looked. I could just feel the anticipation of the crowd, how they always waited for me to slay off the next bastard in line.
I lay a golden crown upon my head and lay an embroidered cape over my shoulders as I set out to my horse.
She was my newest mare, white, beautiful, dressed in delicate saddlery that always stood my horses apart from the others. I mounted her, grabbed my lance, and prepared for battle.
I trotted onto the field as applause roared through the crowds.
I posed for my partner, who was disguised with armour. We passed each other and nodded our heads, trotting to our corners of the arena.
I knew I was ready, I felt it in my blood.
"Of the shield and sword!" The joust master called to begin the tournament. And with one wave of a flag, we were off.
I set out, full gallop, towards my opponent. He looked brawny, strong; but like the others, I knew he was nothing against me.
The lance began to feel heavy in my hand, but I kept going.
I heard the loud clash of metal and watched my opponent tumble to the ground. The crowd gasped as I pulled my horse out of gallop and dismounted.
Walking over to him, I noticed the lance had gotten him, right through the heart.
I smirked as blood poured out through his chest.
I glanced at the crowd, those of Ares delighted, and those of another godly house terrified.
Looking down, I discovered his face had been revealed, blood-spattered like my armour, and pale.
Something looked so familiar about him, his pointed face, his deep brown eyes.
His features soon came back to me, revealing the man I had been in bed with this morning.
I laughed, and grinned. Just another man who thought he could cross me.

okay, jus' sayin, this is way better than my other one. yeah i think im gonna use this one.
 
Inspired by Dolores Haze aka Lolita - the technically not-as-good-version-but-with-better-costumes-version from 1997. Costumes from the film by Judianna Makovsky.
 
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"That's it Behati, work the camera for me!" Says Jon, the photographer, as I pose behind the camera.
 
I smiled, made my mouth into an "oh" shape and covered it with my hand, made sure I had dramatic facial expressions. The bright, hot lights made my cheeks blush a rosy pink colour.
 
I did all the usual moves: hands on hips, hands on knees, over the shoulder, etc; trying to channel my chosen character, Lolita, as much as possible. I toyed with a cherry red lollipop almost seductively, licking it longingly, adjusting my heart-shaped sunglasses as I went.
 
"Great job, babe. You're done for today." Smiles Jon, looking into the screen of his camera.
 
I nod and breath a sigh of relief. Although posing for the camera was always a fun past time, I'd been stressed out enough to be glad it was over.
 
I walked over to the craft services table to grab a snack as some of the set workers stared at me wistfully, almost creepily in my polka dot short shorts, platform heels, and white puffy crop top.
 
Some of the models mingled and chatted as I grab a banana and low-fat yogurt off the table and dig right in. I was pretty sure I was one of the only models who'd actually eaten anything on the shoot.
 
"Thank God someone else is actually having something to eat here." Said one of the girls on my team, I think her name was Ketzia. She reached for a fruit cup, her long blonde hair dripping down over her blue poofy dress and gold crown.
 
I giggled and put my hand out. "I don't think I ever formally introduced myself, I'm Behati."
 
She shakes back, "Ketzia."
 
"So how do you think your shoot went?" I ask, peeling the banana.
 
"To be honest I think it went well," She coos, looking up, "Not to be c*cky or anything."
 
"No, I personally think it's good to be proud of yourself." I nod.
 
"There are my girls!" Alenna exclaims, coming over to greet me and Ketzia.
 
"I saw both of you girls up there, you looked fabulous. Such babes," Alenna says with a flip of her flowy red hair and a smirk on her fuschia lips.
 
"Thanks," We both say in unison.
 
After a few more minutes of mingling with Alenna, she and Ketzia go and chat with the other girls on our team.
 
I stood there alone for a few minutes, minding my own business and chowing down on my yogurt and banana.
 
"If you're from Africa, then why are you white?" Asks a pretty brunette with huge blue eyes. She approaches me, "Sorry, but when there's an opportunity to use a Mean Girls line, you just like, have to use it." She smiles, "I'm Megan."
 
The girl seemed sweet so we chatted a bit before she had to head off to do her shoot as Sarah from Labyrinth.
 
*
 
After the shoot, without even changing I went directly back to my assigned room. The whole thing exhausted me senseless, and I plopped myself down on the bed almost right away.
 
I could hear a dinging noise coming from the laptop across the room and I knew it was a skype notification. I groan and force myself against my will to get up and grab it.
 
Standing at my dresser, I click on the light blue icon and answer the call. It was my musician boyfriend Adam.
 
"Hey gorgeous," He says as I pull the braids down from my hair.
 
"Hi." I smile.
 
Adam rubs his eyes, red with tiredness. "I miss you."
 
"I miss you too."
 
That's why I loved Adam. He was simple, kind, and he always said the right things.
 
"What are you wearing?" Adam asked, holding back a laugh.
 
"Oh," I said embarrassed, putting my hand on my forehead, "It was for today's challenge."
 
"I kinda like it." He smirks, "Turn around."
 
I do a couple of twirls and then curtsy in front of the tiny camera.
 
Adam chuckles and grins. "Well you'll definitely win in that one, babe."
 
"I sure hope so," I mumble. "I sure hope so."
 
xx, Behati
 
@ingrid - finished!
 
included: @ancalime5 @azrielazazel and @ducktape (because i'm just in love with megan)