everybody talks by neon trees
alexa corbo
pretty wicked

Saturday, June 16th; It’s been a month since Ivy’s death. Head on down to the beach tonight where we’ll be having a special Burning Boat ceremony. Bring anything you want to burn that might represent ‘bad karma,’ or something about the deceased. We’ll put it in the boat before setting it on fire in hopes of starting to put the past behind us

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Walking downstairs to my mother holding my report card in her hand was not something I liked to see. I internally groaned but said nothing. “What’s that?”

“Your grades,” she didn’t look up. Was that a hint?

I walked over to where she was sitting at the dining room table and sat in the chair adjacent to hers. I sighed. “Okay so how bad is it?” I felt like such a disappointment, a burden, and a complete and utter failure.

Like, really, I couldn’t even get past the eleventh grade? “Well, you passed.” she started. “But just barely. Say hello to a nice sixty seven.” 

“Are you mad?”

“Whatever, Alexa.” My mother finally decided to look at me. “I’ve given up, at this point.”

I didn’t know what getting punched in the stomach felt like, but I was guessing this came pretty close. My words were stuck in my throat. I suddenly couldn’t breathe, and despite my mind screaming at me, I couldn’t help the tears that came to my eyes. 

Quickly, I looked away and blinked the tears away so I didn’t look so pathetic. “Oh,” I said, which was barely audible. Let’s just put it this way: It hurt. It hurt real f-cking bad and there was nothing I could do about it now. It had gotten too bad to turn back now.

My relationship with my parents would always be rigid and cold and there was no changing it. “I-“ I tried to say something, to make up for it but there was nothing to say.

“It’s fine, Alexa.” she muttered. “I don’t care.”

That, at least, I knew was true. She didn’t. Nobody did, really. 

I had let myself fail, refused help, let myself make bad decisions and continue to screw up, time after time. Words weren’t enough at this point, so I scooted off the kitchen chair with my report card in hand and left the house. I didn’t need to be there anyways.

Somehow, the Burning Boat thing felt fitting. I dressed in shorts and a crop top, even though I was pale beyond belief. I didn’t need to drive because I could walk the distance. When I arrived at the beach, the party was already in full swing.

I was glad because I needed a drink desperately. I knew the next week would be spent constantly with people I didn’t like nor got a long with, so I needed a little alcohol to dull the dread that kept building up.

“What did you bring?” Was the constant conversation amongst people.

I basically stayed by myself, no surprise there. When I got up to the boat, which was filled with everything from old photos and diaries, to stupid things like a bad outfit or a fourth place trophy, I threw my paper in and watched it burn away to ashes.

And that was pretty much the end of that. I got a few (okay more like ten) more drinks and went home, where I dreamed about a certain someone (hey, I gotta’ keep some secrets) and fell asleep, even though it was hardly ten at night. I didn’t know what was wrong with me.

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Tuesday, June 19th; Can you say beach party? Slather on some sunscreen, break out your sunglasses, and find a nice spot to put your towel down because we’ll be spending the day on the gorgeous beach. Later on we’ll be cooking weenies and then gathering around the campfire when it gets dark.

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The drive to Cape Cod was utter torture. No matter that Gossip Girl somehow found out about a little sexting incident (hey, no shame), Finnley also found out about it, too. And we were driving down together. Whoops. 

So, the conversation pretty much went like this:

“Are you sure you don’t wanna put on less clothes?” he commented on my cropped top and shorts, a traditional beach outfit. “I mean, now that the entire world has seen your tiits.” 

I rolled my eyes and took the last exit before we’d arrive at the hotel… and I could get away from Finn. It was so surprising, just a week ago I was on top of the world and now, well, I felt lower than ever.

“Can you just stop?”

“So who was it?” he retorted. “Grady?”

Of /course/ he would bring up my ex-boyfriend from freshman year. “Um,” I sort of chuckled to myself. “Yeah, okay. It’s totally Grady.” 

“What the f-ck Alexa?” Finn shouted. It seemed all we did was scream at each other. “I thought-“ he suddenly stopped.

My blood was boiling. I was angry. I had come to learn that I was going along through everyone alone. Who did I have? My brother, who was moving out to California for college in a matter of weeks. A few fake friends that were too caught up in their own dramatic lives to care.

“Yeah, you thought we were ‘a thing’,” I read this mind. “Guess you thought wrong.” Okay, so that was a lie. Even /I/ thought we were 

‘a thing’. 

But now I didn’t know. We pulled up to the hotel and Finnley jumped out of the car before I even had a chance to turn the car off. I sat there, my head in my hands and for the second time in the past few days, I let myself cry a few tears because there seemed to be nothing else to do. 

Once I regained my composure, I sulked up to the hotel and found my room, which I was sharing with Tabby and Naomi. I didn’t like or dislike them, but you could just say I wasn’t in the mood to put up with other people now. 

I threw my bags on a random bed in the room and went down to the beach, tearing off my clothes as I walked. It was insanely hot here, hitting the high nineties. There were a million people on the beach, and it was hard to find someone I knew.

So I didn’t look too hard. I set out a towel and decided to tan for an hour. After I was sufficiently burnt to a crisp, I walked casually in the water. I was alone and I was sun burned. I was alone and I was not having fun. I was alone and… I was alone.

There were voices and kid’s shouts and drunk laughter all around me, but I was alone. I was practically the only one actually in the water, something I really didn’t understand. I floated on my back, not caring that I was being dragged out farther and farther.

Once I did realize though, I had to fight like hell to bring myself back to shore. I started swimming hard to the left, and eventually I landed on the sand. I panted, trying eagerly to catch my breath. I was a horribly weak swimmer and needed a moment before continuing on.

I already didn’t like Cape Cod. There was nothing really amazing about it, ‘cept for the fact that it just seemed to ruin people’s lives. An hour went by, another one, I didn’t keep track of the time. I still didn’t see anyone I knew.

Eventually it got dark. I started walking down the beach for something to do, or to clear my head from everything. My throat burned for a sip of alcohol. That was sure to clear my head, but alas, I didn’t have anything with me. I had even left my clothes a half mile back down the beach. It didn’t really matter at this point.

I was lost now. There was nobody in sight and the only sound was of the roaring waves. They seemed to calm me, and frighten me at the same time. The loneliness was calming yet frightening. A seagull called overhead and nearly scared me to death.

Where was everybody and why wasn’t I with them? Why wasn’t I with anybody? I didn’t know what time it was, but I was suddenly exhausted, so I sat down on the beach. At some time I must’ve passed out on a patch of sea grass.

When I woke up, I could feel the light of early morning hitting me. I stood, brushed the sand off on my legs and out of my hair. I walked just a little longer before I finally found it – a small campfire and a plethora of beer bottles.

Finally, I saw familiar faces. Some were drunk out of their minds, some were laughing with exhaustion, some were all kissy-kissy with their significant others and some just looked haunted. It was official: Cape Cod was not treating us well. 

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LOVE THE SONG AND THE SET the mint green is perfect <33

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Oh, this is great! Alexa is a cool cat.
I'm a dork, but being a cool cat is highly awesome.
You're a cool cat.
You too, then?
xo Co Kingsley

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love it!
I think we officially need to stop taking vacations all together.



The Elite of High Fashion Roleplays

The Elite of High Fashion Roleplays

Created by @leboutonderose on May 3rd 2011.
Basically, this is an advert group for high fashion roleplays. Only high fashion;) You can post your advert sets and send me links to your roleplays which will be shown on here. I'll choose some great ones for you! This is also a page where you can look at if you want to find a new roleplay to join.
Please also post your gorgeous role-play sets.
The second point is that it's a roleplay help group ;) You can ask questions and the FAQs will be posted. It doesn't matter whether they're about models, bio or anything else. Apropos models: I'll post collections with underused models and new faces. You can send your collections, too. Male and female, that is.
The Hall of Fame is part of the group info including links to roleplays which already started, meaning it's not time for auditions.
How to get into the Hall of Fame:
Pm the link to @glitterinmyveins or @leboutonderose and expect it to be there soon! Please include one sentence that briefly explains your roleplay. If you do not include it in the pm, one will be created by the mods.
If you have any questions concerning roleplays (e.g how to write a bio, what's an audition, which model to use...) pm @leboutonderose or @glitterinmyveins. We'll answer your questions and if they're interesting for other, will be put them to the FAQs.

La Paris Academy
Situated in the outskirts of Paris, this academy provides those who can afford it with knowledge and prestige. But life there isn't only glamourous since there's a person who makes you and the other girls fulfill tasks each week. If you don't manage your task, your darkest secret will be revealed and for everyone to see...
Apple, Inc.
Become a part of the Apple universe and spread your rebellious ideas on campus. Maybe you'll be the next Steve Jobs? Only time will tell. Just stick to your visions.
Girls of New York
Work at Vogue and belong to the most envied girls in the world: The girls living and working in the buzzing city of New York. Fashion, style and glamour are daily part of your life, but don't forget about your real life either.



I Am High-Class.

I Am High-Class.

❧ Greetings....
Welcome to 'I Am High-Class' a group dedicated and for all high-fashion rp poly-members. This group is not only meant to give a place where you can display you high-fashion sets but also where you can ask questions, get tips, and model ideas.
As I said before this group is ONLY for high-fashion rp sets and resources.
If you would like your new high-fashion rp advertised simply pm a mod the information and link to your group. Our goal is to help your blossoming group gain members and recognition.
There will also be a section providing high-fashion rp audition tips. If you would like submit advice pm a mod.
Also mods are open to giving out advice on groups, sets, models etc. so feel free to pm them, please just no harassment or over-messaging.
Text sets are encourages, i.e. sets just made asking for advice, like for model or bio ideas. Members are encouraged to submit these and comment on others so we can all help one another.
If you have any further inquiries simply pm a mod :3
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❧ Model Aid...
One big thing I see people is needing advice on is choosing models. Whether you are creating your rp and choosing designated models, of you get to choose a model for the character you want to audition for sometimes you are not always familiar with all the beautiful faces out there.
The best advice I can give is picture, in vague terms, what you want for your character. Like brunette with green eyes, or blonde with blue. Then look over models and see who fits your basic outline. Making a text set asking for advice i a great way to get input.
Also remember, more often than not high-fashion rp's require high-fashion models, rarely actresses, singers etc. so understand the rules around models ahead of time.
Also using an under-used model can sometimes help you stick out when compared to the same models used all the time.
* Model Showcases~
Some poly-members have actually made collections showcasing great high-fashion models. These are a great visual tool in choosing the best model for you.
Oh, The Beauty | RP Models (@esprit-de-escalier)
Understated Beauty | RP Models (@esprit-de-escalier)
* Model Websites~
Model Directory
If you would like your showcase displayed pm me however I will limit it to 10 in all so the best ones will be displayed.
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❧ Audition Tips...
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❧ High-Fashion RP Ads...
These are links to groups that are new and/or open to auditions. Once you rp has complete the try-out process it will be removed from the list. If you would like you RP posted pm the link :3 The genres are as follows:
-Building Rome
-By the Angel
-Secrets, Sins, and the River of Seine
-Roseau Calvary
-The Village
-End of Time
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❧ Doll Edits...
~If you have a doll edits collection and would like me to add it to this section just pm the link :3
Collection by my-self (@esprit-de-escalier)

©esprit-de-escalier (2012)

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