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ππππππ πππ ππππ πππππ time and time again where her confidence comes from. there was a time when she'd find herself searching for the answer on her tounge, leaving her speechless ( the irony certainly wasn't lost on her either ). however, she had come to realize just how much power the universe had given her by taking away her ability to give a single fuck about what anyone thought of her. think about her, no matter positive of negative, but she'll be in your head -- coiling around your mind like a snake gripping the feeble mouse. " oh, is that so? " winnie feigns suprise -- both to keep the other woman on her toes and display her own confidence. " that's quite the honor you're bestowin' on lil' ol' me... " the blonde herself is knocked off her game as she feels the flesh of eloise's fingers toying with the strap of the barely-there garmet... just what she wanted. a flash of eloise's cards, while she still clings to her own. she'll show them off when she's ready. perhaps winnie thrives on control more than she cares to admit.
her smirk is tinted with both mischief and glee as she listen's to the other woman's words -- the hum of delight that oozes from between her glossed lips takes the same shape of honey, boldly standing inches away from the other. how interesting, her touch has left singed skin behind. " now that -- that i can get behind. " the royal purple number certainly had her own heartrate beating in double time before she had even put it on her body, what a joy it was to know it was giving the same effect. " would you do that, eloise? spend a little more on me? "
it's not like she would've said no to this little outing, she've seeing winnie at emerald and the thought of them by themselves sounded to fun to turn down. "as it should be, just so you know i don't throw compliments out like it's nothing." most of the time it's to get what she wants and from looks of it, seems like it was working. eloise's eyes follows the way winnie's hand brushing her blond hair out of the way, the skin looking way too bare and untouched. "oh, i think it says so much more than that." it could be the thrill of being out in public or the way winnie was drawing her in, either way, she was gonna be baited. a hand comes up to fix the strap of the little dress, "it says, go on and spend a little more on me you know you want to. along with, i'm gonna make you forget your own fucking name and you'll got them down to their fucking knees."
#suggestive tw#WINNIE | πππππππππππππ.#conversations / eloise and winnie.#// oh GOSH they've both got me sweating#// i'm insane feel free to not match
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ππππππ, πππ ππππππ wasn't quite sure what her purpose would have been if she hadn't spent her life being creative. it was as if it was engrained in her bones -- creating -- woven within each fiber of her dna. her entire life was art. " i suppose so.. in music though, you cannot imitate someone's vocal style without sounding like an absolute twit. " she sighs, dissolving into comfortable laughter. " imagine if freddie murcury attempted to vocally sound like george harrison instead of freddie murcury... the world may not have bohemian rapsody. killer queen. hell, we might never have known the name freddie fucking murcury. " helene pauses at the mention of her band's demise. it still felt so fresh, all the while still feeling like a lifetime ago. " funnily enough, creative differences. " she begins, not sure how much further she should continue. very few people knew about the true ending of double helix, nor just how much it had initially torpedoed her life and career. " two of my band members turned on each other, ended up refusing to work together. from there, everything just... fell apart. turned to producing after that and then bought the deed to this place. "
helene had never really thought of it like that -- giving people a space to shine. and yet she appreciated the sentiment. it made her feel like a good person for a moment, alleviating the constant feeling like she was in some kind of masquerade, even if it was just for a moment. helene was no saint. far from one, actually. you know those days where you want to be invisible? she wants to laugh, not at the woman's pain -- but the fact that no one had ever asked her that specific question before. most assumed the answer would always be no, with he striking features and general lack of filter. however, she knew that feeling more than most thought. " as a matter of fact, i do. " helene sighs, accompanied by a rather uncharacteristic yet reassuring smile. " i don't know if i'd ever feel anything else but that if i didn't have music. " the words are spilling out easily, comfortably. " music is magic, isn't it? heals all wounds better than any doctor can. "
πππ πππ πππππππ nodded as the other woman explained about music, it kind of makes sense because this is the same thing that happens with 'art' in general. β That's the same thing about paintings and drawings. β She added genuinely interested in hearing more about music. She chuckled softly, dimples showing on her cheeks when the other admitted she had a band once. Helena looks like a 'famous' musician. β Why did you stop? β She noticed the 'past tense' in how she replied to her. β If you don't mind telling meβ¦ Course.β She quickly amended, not wanting Helena to feel uncomfortable if she didn't want to talk about a 'delicate' subject.
β That's so cool of you. Giving people a space to shine. β Her gaze absently went to the stage, upon hearing her words and then quickly met her gaze with her grey-bluish hues. A coy smile remains on her lips. β I would say the first option. I don't even know this establishment, I came here by chance. Today is my second here but I don't know anyone. You know those days when you want to be invisible? And don't be found for anyone? I wasn't feeling good myselfβ¦ But I heard the music from outside and came in to check out. It distracted me, and it was what I needed at the moment. I left here in a lighter mood. β She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, cheeks blushing a little due to shyness. β€ She didn't know if the other woman ever felt like this, but this is what she could describe what she felt.
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πππ ππππ a lifetime ago, hands clasped as she was seated backstage. madison square fucking garden. even in italy, she knew what that meant. from that moment forward -- their lives would have never been the same again. " we haven't played together for years.. but i was the lead singer of a band named double helix. first time we played there was... god, nearly twenty five years ago. " it was in this moment she realized just how much she had aged since then. ten years since the breakup, and it still felt so fresh. how trivial, like she was a tween again. " oh? they're quite good. strong chemistry as a band. i was going to tell this to them myself -- but they're welcome in my studio anytime. " helene extends a hand for a shake. " helene coppola. "
Karmen sipped her drink as she listened to the other woman speak. She perked up at the mention of Madison Square Garden. She's had a couple of fashion shows there. She looked over at the woman and said, "You played Madison Square Garden? What's the name of your band?" She figured she'd probably heard of them before if they'd gotten that big. "My friend is in a band. Turning Jane. They went on first."
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πππ πππππππ ππ πππ acknowledgment of the nickname with a cocky smirk -- feeling somewhat validated. they had been no stranger to flings, and they were certainly no stranger to them ending. however, there was a certain pang they felt for a couple, simply because they enjoyed the other woman's company. they had felt that for elizabeth. where their luck kicked in was that they had managed to stay friends. sol was no sap, but they couldn't have been happier about that.
" fuck yes. " sol chuckles, stretching their neck in a mock attempt to crack it. to draw out their game, sol places the ball back on the rack to crack their knuckles. " nobody this blace will know what hit 'em, babe. "
they take a moment, inhaling before releasing the air from their lungs -- all the while releasing the ball. hacksaw gods, do your work.
gutter ball.
they turn to face elizabeth after a moment with an exaggerated sigh, holding out a finger. " you saw nothin'. "
"Okay, hacksaw," she laughed, shaking her head. "Show me what you got." Sol had come to be a really good friend to her these past few months and she enjoyed their company. Eyeing her nearly empty glass, she made a mental note to grab herself another drink during Sol's next turn. She watched Sol as they prepared to roll the ball down the lane.
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the unknown. a desperate need to be loved, accepted by society. in a different way than the general craving of course, but no less potent. art is so personal, vulnerable. it's like taking a piece of yourself and holding it out to a rapt audience, all with some kind of risk that part of you is to be hated. helene had been one of the lucky few to push past this stage, both passionate and stubborn enough to keep going. not only did she have her own strength, but a group of equally stubborn ( some might say desperate ) individuals in her corner.
" mmm, i'm the kind to believe it when i see it. is that what the kids call it these days? hype? " helene questions, taking a sip from her martini glass. " well -- perhaps i'd call it fate that they all just so happened to be in the exact same place to meet for the very first time. wether it be school, work, the like. and that they all somehow had the same dream. no matter if it was immediate or later. "
it wasn't exactly envy that she felt when she sat there watching the band play, eloise was working on her own career but it's just not quite where she wants it to be. she's tired of living in her dad's shadow, not that it's the worst thing to happen but if she's going to put her own music out there, she wants it to be because she's good and wanted. not because there's a possibility that her father will show up. eloise had just received another drink when she heard a voice through the music.
"they are good, definitely live up to the hype." but eloise came to torture herself in alcohol and self pity, it's what she's good at apparently. "how much faith do you have in fate? maybe it was just pure luck that everything happened to come together for you."
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sol: bestill my beating heart
sol: i'm kidding, i had a feeling
sol: but i do miss u
sol: lets get drinks soon!
honey: it is a social media think, nerd π€£π€£
honey: you want to go out with me?? I am flattered
honey: I'll buy you dinner then π«£
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πππππππ ππππππ πππ πππππ and having been amongst its regulars many a time before -- the woman couldn't help but feel a thousand miles away. thus the very out of place dear of headlights look plastered atop an otherwise confident frame. she has little strength to hide it, and little care to plaster on a smile. instead, she would keep to herself, enjoy the performance and leave. sounded easy enough, didn't it?
alright. while helene would necessarily consider the feedback what they deserved -- it wasn't like she was going to give them much more than the smallest of appreciations. enough to be considered polite, but certainly not blowing smoke up their asses. from the otherwise stoic woman -- even a simple good job was high praise. " well -- perhaps not the only factor. " the brunette admits, running her fingers through her curls before speaking once more. " when i say fate, it has put five like-minded people in the same place at the same time. now that -- that is the work of fate. "
To say that this was an unusual place for Evangeline was an understatement, but then again, the woman liked risks. Controlled risks, in search of inspiration, but risks nevertheless. It didn't happen often, but she had the time in her evening -for once- and she was more than willing to explore.
"They're alright." It was high praise coming from someone like Evangeline as she pursed her lips, continuing to observe the band, the drink in front of her still untouched. It seemed acceptable to order one, but she wasn't about to drink it. Not when she was still sort-of working. Then again, when wasn't she working? "It's all about persistence, isn't it? And work. I wouldn't consider fate as a major player in all of this."
#HELENE | πππππππππππππ.#conversations / evangeline and helene.
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the few people she could call a friend in this cesspool of a city. despite thinking as such -- believing new york city to have sin oozing from every crack in the walls, in the asphalt, helene had planted her roots. as she always does, if she's honest. it was perhaps why she could never forsee a trip across the pond to the italian countryside she had once found peace in: she had never truly tethered herself there. not like manhattan. and now she had sunken her teeth into brooklyn -- she was here for the long haul. kian had simply been her hairdresser before she realized just how much more lie beneath. what a wonderful individual lay beneath his comforting smile that he likely put on for clients.
" ah, perhaps it was the mystery my darling. everyone has a story, no? not only to we all have stories, but we are born innately curious. " helene punctuates her statement with a sip of her cocktail. she had been nursing it for the past thirty minutes, with every intention of making it last. if she had held no obligations -- than perhaps she may have indulged in more. she wanted to stay alert for this one. " their first time -- i'm especially hopeful to see where they go. but i would never tell them that to their faces. they must believe that conclusion for themselves. "
"It happens, I guess..." Kian responded conversationally. As a general rule, their evenings were spent out dancing, not so much listening to music, but every now and again, they would stop by Helene's popular venue, always one to support their clients in their ventures. "There used to be a garage band a couple of doors down from where I grew up," they added after a moment, thinking back to their youth. "All from the neighbourhood. Not the same school, though, one of them went to a private academy over in the Upper East Side. He always seemed kind of out of place, but then, I was drawn to people like that."
For a moment their attention went back to the band on stage, a small smile appearing on their features. "These guys are actually very similar," they added with a nod then. "Their first time or have they been here before?" Bands like these were the type they often hoped would get noticed, they seemed to radiate passion for what they did.
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πππππ πππππ πππ ππππ lived a rather solitary life from the solace of his apartment, there were times where even he felt compelled to join the rest of humanity. who was he to deny the warmth of the sun and the early blossoms of spring? perhaps it was amongst the stereotypes of the academic to always be carrying his latest read in his messenger bag, allowing him something to do as he found an available bench. something that surprised him, given the rarity of the sun during the onset of spring. in the single warm days -- everyone was bound to come out to play.
just like he hadn't expected to find a seat -- he hadn't expected to see a familiar face. not that he was complaining. he enjoyed charlotte's company. " charlotte -- small world. " isaac couldn't help but burst into laughter. this jubilance soon became muddled by his confusion as he listened to her continue. sexuality... in a park. he could only assume what his friend had witnessed. " should i be scared, curious, or both? "
Where: Central Park
Who: Open
It had been an eventful morning, though not too far from her usual routine. Sheβd gotten up early to go on her daily jog, stopped by Starbucks to get her necessary dose of caffeine and went back to the hotel to shower and jump into business. After sorting out a couple of matters that needed her attention, Charlotte was finally able to meet one of her marketing agents for lunch at one of the hot spots near Central Park.
Quite content with the course of the meeting, the girl chose to take a walk through the park on her way backβ only to regret it some moments later. βCβest terrible!β She exclaimed as she quickened her pace to flee the scene, addressing the person in front of her. βI know spring makes this a great spot for a date and weβre encouraging people to freely experience their sexuality, but you wonβt believe what I just saw.β
#// i assumed friends but we can always plot something out !#ISAAC | πππππππππππππ.#conversations / charlotte and isaac.
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LOCATION: emeralds.
FOR: open! (0/5)
πππππ πππ πππππππ ππππππ loved more than the attention of the room. she didn't even have to examine the face of her audience -- she simply knew. it was an exhilarating feeling, standing atop the marble pedestal of desire as she gazed upon her subjects below. judge her for her choices, her life, but at the end of the day -- she lives quite comfortably. she was born a succubus, born to sink her teeth into the world and take what was meant for her.
the confidence she feels certainly doesn't wain when the music ends and her set is over. in fact, it merely expands. she soaks up the dropped jaws like a sponge takes to water -- a serpent beneath the tall grass of the crowd. her usual seat is waiting. this is where the real fun begins.
winnie turns to the patron next to her, eyes alight with mischief. for a moment her glitter-coated gaze turns to the bartender with a greatful, sickeningly sweet smile before it returns to the other. " enjoyin' the show, doll? " winnie hums, taking a sip of her drink before placing it down on the counter. " there's more where that came from. "
#// feel free to assume connections! maybe a client or other#WINNIE | πππππππππππππ.#boroughs.starter
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πππ πππ ππππππ ππππ a rather charismatic individual, charming as they would say. while some might think such confidence was a simple stroke to the ego -- close friends such as oli may be able to agree. such charm had not exactly given way to many close friendships, in fact, sol had taken great heed to keep most people at an arms length. it was easier that way. they could keep up the aura of mystery they held with no chance of getting hurt. however, oli was different. he was a person sol needed in their life, someone who kept their head above water.
" oh man -- where do we begin dude? i haven't been to the park in god knows how long. feelin' like a kid in a candy store. " they chuckle, crossing their arms over their chest. their smile mimics his own, carefree and delighted for the fun that was on the horizon. " and fried oreos. the essentials. i won't hear any fried oreo slander. "
for: @bhqextras
location: coney island
It was a tradition for Oliver to turn up at Luna Park on opening day and this year was no exception. Since he was a teenager, he had a thing about riding the Cyclone on both the first and last day of the season. As he made his way across the park, he cast a glance to the person beside him ( someone he'd thankfully talked into coming with him today ) and asked, "Did you want to do anything else first?" As tempting as it was, he wasn't going to be selfish today. "We have to get corndogs later, it's essential."
#SOL | πππππππππππππ.#conversations / oliver and sol.#// besties <3
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πππππ woman, sure. and yet, she will always take a compliment with a bat of her eyelashes and a sickeningly sweet smile. it had been far too long since she had pampered herself -- and there was nothing that made her feel more cared for than a hot new outfit for emeralds. " yeah? coming from you, darlin', that's quite the golden seal of approval. " the blonde begins, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she begins to slink in the direction of her company. a pretty girl calls her pretty? consider the shameless flirt in her awoken. " so what i'm hearing is... this says pay off my electric bill? i've got wallets to drain, and i'm runnin' out of looks to turn out. never thought i'd see this day come. "
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"not gonna lie, when you asked me to go shopping i didn't think much of it." eloise starts, tilting her head to the side. she had been waiting for the other to finally come out of the dressing room to take a look only to be surprised. her eyes trailing down the other's outfit before looking up again. "you look hot in that, so hot. whoever you're trying to impress, it's gonna work."
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OPTION ONE.
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πππππ πππ πππ thing that would always pique winnie's interest -- it was a night out, all the while accompanied by several mixed drinks and sinful decisions ( wether they were good or bad could never be determined until the sun rose -- bringing every second of her transgressions to light ). and while many of the clubs throughout the city new her by name, she had never been to retro. perhaps her curiosity had initially been spiked by the idea that any of the songs of her childhood could possibly be considered retro, but the company she kept certainly helped. that is, if she could find him. one would think the confidence she had come to know and adore would make him stand out enough. and yet, the place was packed. wall to wall bodies, looking for the same thing she was.
" there you are -- for a moment i thought ya left me all by my lonesome. " the blonde teases, giving his side a playful nudge. kris was one of the few individuals that winnie could completely be herself around, with no impending judgement. the succubus in her could come out to play for their own benefit, but she had always been more than that. very few people had cared about that. " how many have you had? the night is still young honey -- can't have ya loosin' all your stamina on me. "
where: retro
who: open to all (cap at 0/3)
"Where did you come from where did you go-- Do you know what this song is actually about?! Absolutely craaazy." Kris was fully amusing himself at Retro, a few drinks in and he was already mixing with people he didn't necessarily know. Sometimes you just had to live a little, enjoy the fact that work wouldn't call on him for two more days and he got to let loose. "You know what would be great right now?" He called out over the music. "Cocktails!"
where: rise & grind
who: open to all (cap at 0/3)
"I ordered a BLT with a sunny side up with a black coffee. At least they got the coffee right but I can't even be mad, this stuff is amazing." Never had Kris thought he would be one of those avocado nutters, but he had to admit it added a little extra to the meal. "Want some? If we're being sneaky about it we can order 'what he has' and with luck they'll repeat it so I actually know what this is on the menu."
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@bhqextras
a compilation of music describing helene coppola, sol vargas, winnie beaufort and isaac arora.
β β β β β β β β β β HELENE COPPOLA.
LINKED HERE.
i. barracuda - heart / ii. cherry bomb - the runaways / iii. black velvet - alannah myles / iv. breakin' dishes - rihanna / v. boys wanna be her - peaches / vi. heaven knows - the pretty reckless / vii. evil woman - electric light orchestra / viii. be quiet and drive (far away) - deftones / ix. rebel girl - bikini kill / x. celebrity skin - hole / xi. zero - the smashing pumpkins / xii. angel of small death and the codeine scene - hozier / xiii. i can't make you love me - bonnie raitt / xiv. kozmic blues - janis joplin / xv. heartbreaker - pat benatar
β β β β β β β β β β β β SOL VARGAS.
LINKED HERE.
i. take me to church - hozier / ii. roads - portishead / iii. special affair - the internet / iv. perfect (exceeder) - mason, princess superstar / v. retrograde - james blake / vi. bad reputation - joan jett and the blackhearts / vii. stacy's mom - fountain of wayne / viii. nothing's gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex / ix. donttrustme - 3OH!3 / x. tessellate - alt-j / xi. simulation swarm - big thief / xii. my body is a cage - arcade fire / xiii. skinny love - bon iver / xiv. hearts a mess - gotye / xv. love is a bitch - two feet
β β β β β WINNIFRED "WINNIE" BEAUFORT.
LINKED HERE.
i. tear you apart - she wants revenge / ii. gold dust woman - fleetwood mac / iii. freak - doja cat / iv. primadonna - marina / v. shut up and drive - rihanna / vi. cannibal - kesha / vii. super freak - rick james / viii. brat - chrissy chlapecka / ix. maneater - nelly furtado / x. stripper - sohodolls / xi. g.u.y. - lady gaga / xii. bite - troye sivan / xiii. sweet dreams (are made of this) - eurythmics / xiv. s&m - rihanna / xv. heartless - the weeknd
β β β β β β β β β β β β ISAAC ARORA
LINKED HERE.
i. greek god - conan gray / ii. achilles come down - gang of youths / iii. icarus - bastille / iv. who are you, really? - mikky ekko / v. doomsday - lizzy mcalpine / vi. mama, you've been on my mind - jeff buckley / vii. nothing else matters - metallica / viii. writer in the dark - lorde / ix. savior complex - phoebe bridgers / x. something in the orange - zach bryan / xi. unknown / nth - hozier / xii. everlong (acoustic) - foo fighters / xiii. the view between villages - noah kahan / xiv. family line - conan gray / xv. the fall - gregory alan isakov
#// this only took me 500000 years jesus christ#HELENE | ππππ.#SOL | ππππ.#WINNIE | ππππ.#ISAAC | ππππ.#boroughs.task
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βGirls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news. They will drink you down like a shot of whisky. Falling in love with them is like falling down a flight of stairs.β
β Holly Black, Black Heart.Β (via wordsnquotes)
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πππππππ πππ ππππππ ππ active role in the day to day life of the echo chamber -- more of an investor and decision maker, she has come to know the type of individuals her establishment draws. there are the hopefuls ( yes, contrary to popular belief, they all have some kind of look, carefully curated to stand out amongst the masses. and yet -- somehow, most of them manage to blend together ), and then there are those who are simply there to show support. either to the band members themselves, or the individuals they have chosen to share the company of.
" there truly is nothing like music -- always keeping you on your toes. it's one of the few forms of art untouched by complete imitation. you can share influence, sure, a sample here and there. but each sound is completely different. " helene could ramble about music on and on for hours and yet, most people never got to hear it. she was careful with who she pealed back the stoic mask. " god, it feels like a lifetime ago. yes... i did. " even after all these years, it takes effort to use the past tense. if only they had been able to keep it together. helene had nearly choked on them, time and time again. " now, i pick the acts that play here. when they auditioned for me.. i knew they were meant to be up there. " helene would never divulge this information to the band themselves, but she mant it. " how about you? simply passing through or are you familiar with them? "
πππ ππππππ time she visited that place, around a small group of 'friends', which wasn't too close. It was a birthday for one of them, and much like the last time, she wouldn't stay too long. Finishing her club soda, in the small corner where she thinks, people won't come to disturb her, sitting on the stool observing the bartender making beautiful drinks. The way they shake the drink to get perfect for the others to drink.
She watched a few performances on stage, always supporting artists. β€ Neva texted her boyfriend to meet up with her there once he finished his shifts. Then she turns her attention to the new performance, clapping every now and then when it ends. β Yes, they are. β She turned her head to the source of the voice, with a coy smile, for being a tad introverted. β Do you have a band? β She inquired curiously.
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riley voelkel as renee segna β hightown β s2 e03
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