I'm sorry I missed you I had a secret meeting in the basement of my brain.

text for days.

I'm jumping on the bandwagon and making a collection of models I think are under used.
 
Enjoy these lovely ladies and use 'em for whatever.
 
I'll probably be updating this lots.

Fake Empire -The National
 

 

- Jarad "Jara" Coco
- Sixteen
- likes: Kittens, The Food Network, books, pretty things, tea lights, bikes, cooking, scrabble, The National, poetry, baking, Bon Iver, beautiful words, exact change, the ocean, Regina Spetkor, elderly people, wine.
- dislikes: Poor grammar, loud music, large dogs, gossip, backstabbing, math, hand holding, bees, driving, swans.
- Little Miss Good-Two-Shoes here is the only girl in town that has never spoken a nasty word in her life, right? Haha. Jara has a secret. Hiding behind her perfect, blond family and luxe life, she has quite the liking for her parent's liquor cabinet. Jara's parents have always pushed her and her older siblings to be the best. Now that Jara's the only one still at home, she's become the focal point of her parents. She's constantly being told what to do and feeling like she's just not goo enough. She's starting to crack but a few glasses of wine never hurt anybody right?
- song: Fake Empire -The National
- Rosie Tupper
- taken by:toothlessdentist (hopefully)
 
top three
Jarad "Jara" Coco
Nicole Lindsor
Dakota Chez
 

STORY
 
Paula Deen was licking the butter off her fingers and it was making me nauseous.
I patted a hand around, in a very uncoordinated manner, in search for the remote, accidently whacking Tilly in the process. She opened one eye and looked annoyed.

“I’m so sorry, my tilly-willy” I buried my face into hers then kissed the top of her head. She let out a satisfied purr then curled into a tighter ball.
 
I flopped back onto my pillows and willed my eyes to focus. I spotted the remote at the foot of my bed. I reached forward and aggressively clicked on the off button. The room went quiet and dark and I relished in it. My head was swimming; I swiped the nearly empty wine bottle from my end table then made my way out onto my balcony.
 
Everything felt very still, no wind, no noise. The sky was impossibly dark; I was probably the only person awake in La Jolla. I sat on one of the plushy wicker chairs and stared at the moon. It was so huge.
I closed one eye and shifted from side to side, it looked as if the moon were rocking in the sky.
 
Wow, I was drunk. I started laughing at the weirdness of my life. When did I become the girl who was drunk at 4 am by herself? I pushed myself out of the chair, momentum propelled me forward and I hit the railing.
 
“Ffuuc..Fudge!” I jolted and swayed backwards, my stomached ached immediately. I started twisting and turning, in what I imagine looked like the potty dance, to ease the pain. The bottle slipped out of my hand and went crashing down on the back patio.
 
“Shoot!” I leaned over the edge and closed one eye to focus better. I couldn’t see the bottle. Panic rose up in me, if either of my parents found it, they’d have my head. Without even thinking I swung one leg over the railing.
Six years of gymnastics had to be good for something right? My foot my made contact with the slanted room and I carefully brought my other foot over. I dropped down to my butt and scooted down the roof. I couldn’t help but laugh all the way down; I probably looked like a cat burglar or something. I managed to get myself to the edge. I leaned forward and peered down at the ground. How the heck was I supposed to get down? I closed one eye again; it was probably a fifteen foot drop. I wouldn’t die right?

Only one way to find out.
 
Clearly my better judgment was gone, I jumped somehow managing to turn myself around. I landed on my butt and smacked the back of my head off a huge vase that housed a ridiculous plant. I didn’t even feel the pain and I started laughing again. This was my life!
 
“Miss Jarad?” I abruptly stopped laughing Louisa, one of our housekeepers, was standing nearly ten feet away. Lousia was slight and very pretty and definitely the more passive one, I sent a silent prayer to baby Jesus that it wasn’t Maria who found me.
 
“…I dropped something…and then….fell. It’s fine though…I’m fine…no need to say anything to anyone.” I was rambling and picking myself up off the ground, trying to act as sober as possible. I got to my feet and started walking towards her. I spotted the smashed bottle, it seemed like she hadn’t. “Let’s go in the house, I’ll make coffee!” I was trying to get us inside; I could clean up the bottle later.
 
“Oh…okay. Are you sure you’re okay?” She looked as confused as anything but I knew she wasn’t going to ask any questions. I followed behind her as we walked in through the back doors. I tried to calm my heart beat, telling myself that everything was fine.

“Jarad Coco! What the heck are you doing out there at this hour! And what is that mess out of the deck?!” Oh crap. Maria wasn’t yelling but her tone was harsh. She was already on the move to the deck, broom and dust pan in hand.

“Oh Maria let me clean it up!” I was quickly following after her. I couldn’t let her see the smashed bottle! We were just about at the mess; I jumped in front of her, trying to block her view. “Maria, please. Let me clean it up.” I was begging.
 
“Jarad what is this about?” She looked around me and surely saw the bottle. Her eyes went wide and her face took on a knowing look.
 
“Maria please don’t say anything.” My voice was a defeated whisper.
 
“Get inside, take some Advil, and grab a cup of coffee and go up to your room. You’ve caught a cold. You stay in your room all day.” Her manner was stiff and she was strictly business. I let out a sigh; she was doing me the biggest favour ever. I turned to go back into the house. “You’ve got a life millions would kill for Jarad, remember that.”
 
Yeah, if only I could forget it.

Give it Up -Diamond Rings
 

 

 
i'm too in love with this song.
Diamond Rings is ballin'.
saw him at nxne
so sick.
 

Friday, August 12th -Tonight it’s time to unwind. Everyone’s going out to the Good Life Bar for drinks and then dancing!
 
story up later.
anyone want in?

Hit the Switch -Bright Eyes
 

 

Here's a little recap of what Joelle's been doing.
 

Friday, July 29th –Slept a total of 3 hours. Got some really great early morning shots from my rickety balcony. Kept quiet at work, finished my assignments. Didn’t risk going back to the cafe, in case that guy was working. Spent the night reading Kafka.
 
Saturday, July 30th –Wandered around the city, took a few photos, eavesdropped on some conversations. Went to the Purple Shamrock but left fairly early. The girl in the apartment above me kept me up all night with her gratuitous sex sounds. From what I gathered her name is Mel.
 
Sunday, July 31st –Caved and bought a ton of groceries, like a real adult. Went to the public library and stole a bunch of books. The girl living across from me introduced herself, Gillian, she seemed alright. We bonded over our mutual resentment of Mel.
 
Monday, August 1st – Worked. Brought my own lunch, ate in a park by myself. Watched Alfred Hitchcock movies all night.
 
Tuesday, August 2nd – Worked, spent the day out of the office taking photos. Went back to the cafe for lunch, bearded guy wasn’t working. Gillian invited me over, I politely declined.
 
Wednesday, August 3rd –Again spent the day out of the office shooting. Had “streetmeat” with a co-worker. Gillian invited me over for a movie marathon with her roommate Alice. I accepted, it was nice.
 
Thursday, August 4th –Stayed in the office, worked on new assignments. Went for a long aimless late night walk.
 
Friday, August 5th – Finished assignments, totally getting the hang of work. Ate lunch with a few co-workers. Declined their invitation to go out later. Had wine at Gill and Alice’s place, prank called Mel.
 
Saturday, August 6th – Went out and took lots of pictures. Went to the cafe for lunch, the bearded guy made small talk with me, it wasn’t so bad. His name is Marcus. Alice invited me over late at night so she could tell Gill and me about her horrible date. We stayed up gossiping... so strange.
 
Sunday, August 7th –The three of us went to Ikea to get me some more furniture. I’ve never owned so many things before or had friends...
 
Monday, August 8th –Had an early morning meeting. Got new assignments, I fear I’m falling into a mundane routine. Gillian and Alice invited me out to dinner with them and their friends Ben, Alex and Scott. They seem nice; I wonder If Gill knows that Alex is totally in love with her.
 
Tuesday, August 9th –Work...blah blah blah. Had lunch with Gill. Stayed up reading Hemmingway all night.
 
Wednesday, August 10th –Work. Went back to the cafe, Marcus is quite nice. Went out for drinks with Alice. Met Brad, very cute, I let him take me home.
 
Thursday, August 11th –Crawled home at 4 am. Slept for a few hours, went to work. Left early. Slept for hours then hung out with Gill, Alice, Ben, Scott and Alex. Fun fact, both Scott and Alex had brief flings with Mel.
 

A little run down of the models I was picturing.
If anyone wanted to use these people, let me know and I’m sure we can work it out.
 
Gillian –Kelsey Van Mook
Alice –Mirte Maas
Marcus –Devendra Banhart
Ben – Matthew Gray Gubler
Alex –Matthew Lewis
Scott –Danny Schwarz
Brad –Sean O’pry
Mel –Daniela Freitas
 

also, aly i adore this template.

Suburban War -Arcade Fire
 

 

 

this is for one of my best friends.
 

 
for whom i didn't do enough.
 

 
the guilt will crush me.

Towers -Bon Iver
 

 

towers is my favourite song off the new album
and gemma ward is really pretty.
i want her face.
 
i haven't made a really girly set in a while.
this is weird time for this
as it just so happens that i'm anti-love right now.
 

my roommate's boyfriend is living with us for a month.
they're so gooey and gross.
the boy i love doesn't want me in a real way.
the boys that do want me in a real way i have no interest in.
and my childhood best friend's ex has been taking a keen interest in me.
 

love stinks.
i don't want boys talking to me unless we've been best friends for three years.
minimum.
 
end of my little rant.

The Centre of the World -Bright Eyes
 

 

July 28th
 
I walked into the office feeling like the walking dead. I probably looked it too. Sleep just wouldn’t come last night. My brain wouldn’t shut off, my skin wouldn’t stop sweating. I’ve never worked a steady job before, been part of a team. The idea of having to answer to someone, of having people depend of me, left me feeling more than anxious. My bones wanted to break out of my skin quite frankly.
 
I swung a left and found a group of casually dressed twenty-somethings crowded around. My co-workers, that was the word right? It felt so strange. I leaned against the wall, not trusting myself to sit, I’d probably conk right out. I sipped the too weak coffee that I’d picked up on the way to work. Note to self: the coffee shop below your apartment is no good. I let my weight rest fully against the wall, anxiously tapping my left foot. Finally a slightly older guy strolled in; just from his walk you could tell he was the one in charge. I always felt sorry for people like that, who gave away pieces of themselves without even having to say anything. He was talking enthusiastically, using a lot of big hand gestures. His name was Stephen, a true American. He was going on about the new issue and the cover band. Someone I’d never heard of.
 
I zoned out while he went on, focusing was not my strong suit. I took a better look around the room, everyone was so good looking and well dressed. How strange. I noticed one guy clearly checking out every girl in the room. His eyes landed on me, I stiffened my shoulders. Sent the mental message of move along, I’m not interested. Guys had become such a hassle, they claim to hate clingy girls but then when I’m trying to leave quietly in the morning they get all offended. They can dish it out, but they can’t take it. His eyes moved on but I kept my shoulders up.
 
Suddenly people were leaving the room. I picked up my bag and started for the exit. But then Stephen was calling out for the photographers. I went back to my spot on the wall.
“All right everyone,” he addressed us, “Everyone here is so talented, but I’m choosing Sabrina to do the photo shoot this month, the rest of you can pick up your assignments.”
He gave apologetic smiles to each rejected photographer, myself included, as he handed out the assignment folders. I didn’t feel too bad; this Sabrina girl was probably better suited for it. My portfolio was filled with pictures of inanimate objects and disillusioned youth who were most likely smoking. I took my folder and went and found my little cubicle. People were talking quietly, introducing themselves. I kept to myself and sunk into my chair. I pulled my laptop out of my bag and started on the assignments.
 
A few hours later my eyes were straining to stay open and my stomach was clenching in hunger. I checked the clock, it was well past noon. I wasn’t sure how this whole job thing worked but I was pretty sure I was entitled to a lunch. I saved my files, and packed up my laptop. The office was considerably less busy, I guess everyone else knew about lunch breaks. I quickly slipped out of the office in search of some strong office and a decent sandwich.
 
“Brie sandwich up down here!” I jolted out of my calm state and went down to the other end of the small café. I carefully maneuvered around the crowded tables, trying desperately not to spill any coffee.
“Brie sandwich?” I saw a gangly guy with what some would consider being too much facial hair standing behind the counter. He pushed the sandwich forward, with a curious look on his face.
“Yeah, thanks.” I coolly took the plate and our fingers brushed momentarily. It barely registered as anything in my brain but his eyes lit up and he smiled in a friendly way. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
“It’s fine.” I am not an overly friendly person, I don’t know if it’s because of where I come from or how I was raised. But I never feel the need to smile at strangers or strike up conversation with them. I turned away carefully, with my food and drink in hand, stealing a table by the window. I dug in, feeling famished. During a moment’s pause I caught the bearded guy looking me, I quickly averted my eyes. People like permanency and the promise of a future and I can’t give that. And I never will.

American Dream -Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
 

 

marianne kinney
age: 17
hometown: pagosa springs, colorado
talent: singing, songwriting, banjo, ukulele
bio: marianne isn’t exactly like the other girls. and she’s okay with that. her instruments of choice and the banjo and ukulele, though she’ll try anything that’s unusual. marianne's parents never grew out of the hippie phase, and have had a big influence on their daugher’s musical style. she's not as straight country as the other girls, incorporating a lot of folk influence. her offbeat style annoys the girls, who don’t like anything that’s too different, and it enrages them that the judges seem to find her so endearing. marianne just wants to play her music and make friends, but is anyone going to give her the time of day?
model: Sylvia Mann
taken by: ToothlessDentist.
 

introduce yourselves!
i'll write a little story for this later
for ze late night jam session
who's partaking?

Landlocked Blues -Bright Eyes
 

 

i identify so strongly with Bright Eyes' lyrics.
it's insane.
conor oberst might be my soulmate.
 

anywho ANOTHER roleplay tryout.
 

JOELLE MILLARD
age: 23
style: classic and understated.
hometown: Lille, France
bio: If there's one thing Joelle's good at, it's leaving. As a young child she would always wonder off from home, spending hours exploring new places. For her fifteenth birthday she recived a camera and is now never seen without one. It's no wonder that at seventeen she left home with her prized possessions and never looked back. She spent three years trotting around Europe, taking photography workshops, snapping pictures and entering and exiting people's lives. She arrived in america at the age of twenty and continued her pattern of arriving and leaving, picking up freelance work on the way. Now she's in Boston and she's sure it won't be permanent.
music: Phoenix, The Teenagers, Bright Eyes, Regina Spektor, etc.
position: photographer
looks: Taylor Warren
taken by: ToothlessDentist.
 

story up laterrr.