i am more than what you bargained for but nothing less than real

november nineteenth ;
 
note : the story for the previous bai set is up. it was up a few days ago, but polyvore wasn't working with me so i saved it and never got around to posting it until now.
 
[big apple interns]
emma shirley roberts
 
story to come - hopefully not in like a week, lol

november seventeenth ;
 
thanks, anna {ethereal} for tagging me ! sorry that i never got around to it until now but you all know my reason. and now here it comes, i'm gonna throw it at you... are you ready ?
 
ten facts about me !
and i'm gonna make this somewhat personal and maybe worthwhile, so i won't write random or simple facts, yeah ? alrighty !
 
10. My favourite subject was English until high school made it incredibly boring and dreadful. I blame my teacher.
 
9. Now I can say that Visual Arts is my new favourite subject. I'm surprisingly not terrible at it.
 
8. I can say that I've truly fallen in great love once. Once and only once. "Well, love you get over in two months, big love you get over in two years, and great love, well great love... changes your life."
 
7. Girls will be girls and they'll fight and backstab you, but you'll still be best friends. Well, I'm glad to say that I have a best friend who, although may not be a girl, never goes behind my back and is always there for me. I'm grateful for him.
 
6. I actually know enough people in the older grades, but I wouldn't consider myself popular. It's only a few people in the older grades that actually have my back like a little sister.
 
5. I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up, and I'm not quite sure if I want to think about it just yet.
 
4. I am really in the mood to write a novel. I have the plot and characters and everything in my head, but I can never get it through properly on paper. I fail at NaNoWriMo and I feel like getting motivated on this!
 
3. Apparently, I give really good advice. And apparently, it's smart advice, not just wishful thinking.
 
2. Now that I think of it, I'm more outgoing than I am shy. I wave to random people in the hallways for no reason, and that's sometimes how I meet new people. It's kind of fun.
 
1. Family, school, friends and sports. I try to keep a goal in mind and I try to average over an 85 in school. Am I succeeding? So far so good.

[big apple interns]
emma shirley roberts
 
(previously: "drinking all by your lonesome?" i heard and saw that ivan was talking to me. he had a bottle of corona in hand, too.

i shook my head. "you see this beside me?" i pointed to the couple next to me. "not by my lonesome.")
 
i heard ivan chuckle and hold his hand out. i took it and he led me away from the crowd, onto my balcony. "quite the popular one here, eh?"
 
i chuckled and shook my head, taking another chug from my bottle of beer. "nah, i wouldn't say so." i slurred out.
 
he was talking, but i didn't make out his words. my mind started to go numb and everything was spinning. i felt the alcohol setting in and its movement. it was ready to come up instead of stay down. i held out my hand and stood up, leaving the beer and ivan to head straight for my bathroom.
 
once i got cleaned up and finished my business, i opened the door to see ivan waiting. "hey, how are you?"
 
i shook my head and ran my fingers through my hair, wanting to pull it out. the room was still spinning and i felt my temples just about ready to burst. "been better."
 
"wanna leave the crowd?"
 
i nodded and he grabbed my hand again and led me to my bedroom. i lay down and cuddled up with my pillow. "you don't look that well." he chuckled.
 
i shook my head and tried to smile, although i was so incredibly dizzy and sore. "definitely not feeling that well."
 
"well, i'll stay here with you if it makes you feel any better." he smiled and set his corona bottle down, sitting down next to me with his back against the headboard.
 
i felt his hands go on my back and rub it, then i felt him run his fingers through my hair. it calmed me somehow. it just did. and soon enough, the room stopped spinning, even if just for a second, as i steadily closed my eyes.
 
* * *
 
halloween party: i don't know what to write for this. whatever, emma had a good time. yeah?
 
[comment with blame it on the alcohol if you read it all.]

this set contains an enormous amount of beer.
and i'm catching up.
 
this set contains an enormous amount of beer.
and i'm catching up.
 
this set contains an enormous amount of beer.
and i'm catching up.
this set contains an enormous amount of beer.
and i'm catching up.
 
[Big Apple Interns]
Emma Shirley Roberts
 
after that night of unwanted guests and unwanted drama, i just wanted to unwind. and it seems that i am some sort of psychic because tonight was the texas hoedown kegger party i invited everybody to last week.
 
travis came in around mid-afternoon with the rest of the band carrying cases of beer and all sorts of other things. toby had a beer bong and carson carried the kegs. clearly tonight was going to be a night that possibly nobody would remember.
 
i saw blaise running around the boys' ankles and swiftly pulled him away, playing around with him for a little while and giving him a belly rub while the boys set everything down and cleaned up just a bit.
 
"do you know how many people are actually coming?" travis asked, sitting on the kitchen stool.
 
"yeah. i told you who i invited. but i wouldn't be surprised if more came." i chuckled and petted blaise on more time before letting him go off to play and do whatever he wanted.
 
the day went on and the boys and i just hung around the house. as seven got closer, i got dressed into my cowgirl outfit and the boys looked like genuine rednecks.
 
people started coming in, some with their own booze in hand but all looking like we'd just migrated from texas. it was pretty funny to see everybody in their denim and boots, plaid shirts and hats.
 
but what was even funnier was what happened after the drinks and the alcohol set in.
 
i saw a crowd forming in my living room and above all of the heads and all of the guys, i saw one girl being raised up above a keg. i laughed hard, extremely drunk, and shook my head at them before grabbing another bottle of corona.
 
i sat down on my couch and saw a couple making out next to me. i was too drunk to even mind or care, so i just sat there drinking away.
 
"drinking all by your lonesome?" i heard and saw that ivan was talking to me. he had a bottle of corona in hand, too.
 
i shook my head. "you see this beside me?" i pointed to the couple next to me. "not by my lonesome."
 
[tbc..]

november 1st.
 
i'm quitting basically all of my roleplays, except for big apple interns.
 
i know you guys were close to removing me, or already have removed me, and i'm extremely sorry for not participating and not giving you moderators reasons for it.
 
i'm just not that active on polyvore anymore - i'm barely on the computer these days thanks to school and other activities.
 
thanks for having me in the first place.
 
♥
 
p.s. - for any of those that i moderate, i will continue to try and help the other moderators with them so long as they want to keep it open. thanks, guys. pm me if you feel necessary.

{ ecole des papillons }
lima sophia
 
{ tu O 20 } the girls are heading in swimming class to the indoor pools in the health center. be careful and sensitive to those afraid of water. there are four levels: beginner, who have never swam, low, who have swam but need improvement and skills, medium who can swim freely but cannot do all the strokes and high which can do all strokes including the butterfly, the schools trademark.
 
naw you can wait ;)

"Are we denying a crisis or are we scared of admitting it?"
- Saviour by Lights
 
[Big Apple Interns]
Emma Shirley Roberts
 
SLEEPOVER AT DARIA'S:
 
After Jake's not so lousy cooking and Daria telling me about her secret stalker, E.S., we just lay around on her bed all night, talking.
 
"How do you feel?" She asked.
 
"How do I feel?"
 
"Yeah. How do you feel?"
 
I shrugged lightly. We were both so tired, and so dead, that I don't think we were making any sense. We were too tired to make any sense but for some reason, I understood what she meant. "I feel sick."
 
"Of what?"
 
"Sick and tired of feeling sick and tired."
 
"What are you sick and tired of?" Daz asked and I could see her arms in the air, and strands of her hair, some lightly falling back down and she played with them.
 
I sighed deeply and began to play with my hair as well. "Of everything. Do I sound emo enough for the both of us?"
 
I heard Daz chuckle lightly and I felt the bed shake a little, seeing her arms plop down to her sides. "Yeah, definitely."
 
"Then I'm doing my job of being a girl." I smiled and let my eyes close.
 
- - - -
 
ALEX'S PARTY:
 
Honestly, I felt a bit odd attending Alex's party knowing that Dillon was going to be there. But I knew that I couldn't put it on hold forever, and I knew that he couldn't be the reason why I wasn't going to enjoy myself. Despite the feelings I still held for him, I wouldn't let that restrict me.
 
Everything was going well at the beginning of my night. I saw both Daz and Libby and we chatted for quite some time before their lovers both took them away.
 
Then I sat down with Dillon. And it must have been the drinks, or maybe something else, but we seemed to be getting along just fine without any awkwardness.
 
Nothing seemed to be avoiding the cracks in the air this time. For once, there seemed to be no cracks in there - just Dillon and me like how we used to be.
 
But suddenly, her voice filled my ears. Her face ran through my head. I remembered who she was, I knew about her already, as much as I didn't want to know a thing. "I want to talk to Dillon! Oh shiit, let me go! What the hell is going on, Lex?"
 
I looked at Dillon and quickly grabbed the drink that was sitting on the coffee table in front of me. I chugged it down and felt the burning in my throat. Straight vodka.
 
That did me for the night. I heard her still crying out, mad at Alex. I saw a blurred Dillon looking at me warily. I shrugged, knowing that I was drunk enough for everybody at this party but that one glass of vodka definitely hit the right spot.
 
I could see Daz and Libby approaching me, and Daz trying to hold me up for a while. "Wanna leave?" I heard her ask me.
 
I didn't have enough energy to respond to her. I just slightly nodded. I didn't want to think about anything tonight.
 
No, not tonight.
 
[comment with tonight if you read.]
why do i make you guys wait for such crappy stories? feel free to raid me with grenades and daggers.

please imagine this set as a substitute for the past three events (from brunch to sleeping in), and the following story is about today's actual event.
 
{ ecole des papillons }
lima sophia
 
{ su O 18 } today the girls will meet the boys from about 3 hours in the auditorium. they may go anywhere in the campus but may not leave or go to their rooms.
 
i walked slowly to the auditorium with a little notebook in my bag and a pencil. i always had that in my bag or in my pocket, or at least a piece of paper. inspiration could hit anytime and anywhere, and i had to prepared.
 
as i entered the auditorium, i saw many familiar faces but also some new ones. mainly the boys were the new ones, of course. i sat down on a chair and stay there, quiet. i wasn't really fond of socializing because i wasn't the one to approach and start some conversation. i wasn't that outgoing.
 
so i sat there, pulled out my notebook and my pencil, and wait for the inspiration to come about. i sat still watching as all the girls interacted with the boys, occasionally flirting - i saw it all. and i felt my hands move on the notebook, scribbling down words that probably made sense to nobody else but me.
 
"hey." i heard a deep, husky voice near me.
 
i looked up and saw a boy standing in front of me. he had brown, almost auburn hair, and piercing blue eyes. he was cute, somebody i would maybe want for a little brother, but probably not.
 
"hi." i mumbled and shoved my notebook and pencil back in my bag. my notes, my scribblings and rambles were never shared with anybody. that was my policy, my secret, my privacy.
 
he chuckled and took a seat next to me. "what's up? you were all by your lonesome. i thought i'd keep you company."
 
"oh," i giggled, "no biggie. everyone seems to be getting along well."
 
"yeah, i guess. you're not big into socializing?"
 
i just chuckled. "it's not that, but i guess you would assume that."
 
"considering you're sitting at the back of the auditorium? nah, i'd never assume such a thing." he teased. "i'm kidding." he flashed a cute smile, revealing his perfect set of straight, white teeth.
 
i looked at him and rolled my eyes. "alright. you big on socializing?"
 
"eh, i don't know." he shrugged. "what's your name? that's a step on the socializing."
 
"lima. yours?"
 
"mathias."
 
"nice to meet you, mathias." i smiled, and then felt a sharp vibration on my leg that almost scared me, almost made me jump.
 
i saw mathias' confusion. "you alright?"
 
i pulled out the cellphone from my skirt pocket and nodded. "yeah. i'm fine. one second, i have to take this."
 
he nodded and i pressed the answer button. "hey." i smiled, knowing who it was.
 
"how are you, beautiful?" noah said on the other line. hearing his voice made the hairs on my skin stand up, sending tingles down my spine. it made me feel like everything was fine again, and that my fears were non existent, and all the problems in the world were solved and didn't matter anymore.
 
"i'm good, thanks for asking." i bit down on my lip with a little grin. "how are you? how's life there?"
 
"oh, lima, life here is so satisfying. i won't lie, it gets tough, but the hard work is worth it. i wish you could just come here and live with me." he said, ending with a sigh.
 
i frowned. "i know. i'm sorry, noah. i wish i could, too. maybe i'll take a trip and visit." through the corner of my eye, i saw mathias shift uneasily in the chair when i said noah.
 
"hopefully! well, listen, i have to go. i wanted to check up on you. i hope everything's good on your end. i love you, okay?"
 
"i love you, too." i said softly. "bye." i hung up and slipped it back into my pocket.
 
"so..." i heard mathias mumble. "noah?"
 
"my boyfriend. he's an actor, in hollywood." i nodded.
 
"cute." he smiled. so, mathias is one of the first guys who weren't disappointed when they found out that i wasn't into them in such a way, because i had a boyfriend. "lucas?"
 
"yeah."
 
"big fan." he grinned. "lucky you."
 
i chuckled. "yeah, lucky me."
 
[ comment with 'lucky lima' if you read it all. ]

{ lima sophia }
she wants to be an author. she is constantly on one of the library's computers, or since she doesn't have her own typing away at her grandma's old typewriter in her room. she writes about everything and anything, and everyone whose read her stories say they are amazing. she wants one day to get a Pulitzer prize. She is extremely sweet however her boyfriend, whose a Hollywood actor is far away and she's afraid he may stray...
// fear: horror films, aichmophobia, bruises
// fear: horror films, sharp objects, bruises
// karlie kloss
 
hi guys, my name is lima sophia. no nicknames, please?
 
i like to write. i like poetry, stories, novels, sonnets, songs... anything. i'll write whatever and whenever, about anything and everything. inspiration comes in different forms and i never miss an opportunity.
 
my boyfriend, you might know him. noah lucas, if it rings a bell. he's an actor. he says he likes my stories, i sure hope he does. i try to send him a few things in packages cause he lives a little further away...
 
i'm nice. i like to think so. i like cakes. and flowers. and paintings. i like dancing and long flowy skirts. i like romance novels and mysteries. i like to write fantasies - not like unicorns and such, but things that i would like to happen to me, like in my dreams.
 
♥