“in order to be irreplaceable one must always be different.” - coco chanel

I wanted to start fresh and I made a new account a while ago. I'm not going to be using this account anymore, but I'm not going to delete it because it's my first account and I feel like I would be getting rid of a part of me and I don't want that. My new account is...
 
@silvermoons or silvermoons.polyvore.com
 
I have added most of my old contacts there. If you want to PM me or something like that, make sure to do that there and not here, because I will not be checking this account constantly.
 

*sorry for the crappy set, I did it in like a minute.

I'm really, really sad I have to do this. I thought I was finally going to have some time to actually join roleplays and participate in them, but it seems like everytime I join one school gets harder and harder. I'm not going to join any other roleplays, because I know I'll just quit in the end. I'm sorry to the mods especially, because I wasted your time by trying out and not making sets.
 
WWHP & LOST: I was really excited for these two roleplays, believe me. If I had no school, I would make sets for these two roleplays like twice a day. I can't believe I have to quit, but I know I need to focus on school.
 
TBL; I'm one of the mods, I will still be making some sets, but the maximum would be two a week. Once again, sorry to Deidra and Katie, you have done such a wonderful job and I'm barely doing something.
 
You don't know I hate doing this. I'm really sorry.
 
xx L.

LOST, joséphine moreau
 
Friday, 12th: No one wants to be a loner at Delizia's. That's why Ellie arranged a meet-and-greet for all the aspirants on her yacht, White Dove! Making friends is the key to survival here. (Today, agree with everyone about friend, frenemy, and enemy relationships.) When you arrive back at Le Château, be sure to get acquainted with your roommates and settle into your room.
 
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Comment if you want to be included and if you want to be friends or enemies with Joséphine.

STORY UP.
WWHP, colie nadine.
 
August 10th; Dumbledore's Army holds its' second meeting of the year, this time outside the Leaky. Basic spells are practiced, since everyone needs a bit of a reminder after break.
 
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I got ready happily, glad to have something to be excited for after a week of acting nothing at all like the normal Colie. Luckily, no one seemed to notice. I was back to the smiling, always flirting and happy Colie. Well, at least I was pretending to be. But as each day passed, it became less pretending and more of a reality.
 
I met up with a few members of Dumbledore's Army in the hall and we walked together to the meeting spot, which was outside the Leaky. I smiled and waved at Monica when I got there as I sign that I attended. She nodded and I quickly found my place besides Claire.
 
Veda joined us soon after and started talking to Claire, just as a group of boys passed by. I waved at them and blew them a kiss, looking at them. I returned my attention back to Claire and Veda, then back to the boys when I realized they had started a conversation between them.
 
I moved away from them a little and started practicing the spells. I started with a summoning charm, since we were doing the basics. I kept doing some other spells, I managed to pay attention to Claire and Veda's conversation and look at the boys at the same time.
 
I heard something about a letter, and me being a little curious just had to ask about it. “Who was the letter from?” I said, looking at Claire with a smile. “A secret boy, perhaps?”
 
She didn't answer, so I figured she didn't want to talk about it. I was now practicing my patronus, but I just couldn't get it right. I'm usually not bad at it.
 
“What's happening, Colie? Are you okay?” Juliet asked, standing besides me. I just nodded and kept practicing.
 
“Expecto Patronum!” I shouted once again, this time getting it right. The memory was of one of the few days were I truly felt happy. I got along with everyone and my mother is an important part of the memory. Remembering my mother brings back bad memories and the only thing they do is stop me from concentrating.
 
The meeting had ended and I hadn't noticed. I walked up to Claire and insisted that we took a break and grabbed a drink at the bar. I needed to relax and just spend time with friends before I lost them again.
 
Veda joined us and soon we were taking a walk. Claire was acting a little weird, though, but I decided to ignore it and just enjoy my time with the two girls. Claire disappeared before dinner and Veda and I had finished talking, so I was left alone, which wasn't a good idea.
 
It seemed like if every time I was alone, I managed to replay horrible memories over and over in my head.

WWHP, audition.
 

Name: Colie Nadine.
 
Ancestry: Pureblood.
 
Age and House: 15 & Hufflepuff.
 
Personality: She's quiet at first and with people she's not comfortable with. She never, ever cries in front of someone and does her best not to seem weak. She sometimes acts superior and she's known for being seductive.
 
Flaw: She has a hard time trusting people, but she's just scared. She also looks at people and tries to find flaws in them to see if she's better than them.
 
Likes: Red lips, heels with socks, potions, parties, hogsmeade, quidditch, reading.
 
Dislikes: Her house's colors: yellow and black, having too much homework and little time, dreams about the night her mother died, people that never stop talking.
 
Style of Dress: She wears anything she feels like wearing, she might dress really girly or like a total tomboy. She usually wears really short skirts to show her long legs.
 
Talents: Besides being able to get guys to like her easily, she's surprisingly good at Potions and she likes to keep a notebook full of sketches she does of people she finds interesting.
 
Past: Colie, is the daughter of George Nadine and a woman she'd rather not remember. She's the oldest sibling in the Nadine family and ever since their mother died everyone in the family has never been their normal selves. Colie was the only one that witnessed her mother's death and she feels like it was slightly her fault because she didn't run and save her. Colie and her mother did not get along most of the time, but Colie realized how much she loved her the moment she stopped breathing.
 
Model: Jac Jagaciak
 
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- NIGHT BEFORE -
 
I turned and turned on my bed, wishing my brain would shut down so I could fall back asleep. I had been woken up by yet another nightmare. Lately, I was barely getting four hours of sleep because of these stupid nightmares. The worst part about them?
 
They. all. involve. my. mother.
 
I feel guilty enough trying not to remember, do I need to dream about that day too? They are getting worse every time a day passes, but they all end up the same. With my mother about to die. I try not to think about it, like if nothing happened, but I just can't keep it out of my mind these days.
 
“Please, go to sleep Colie! Or at least try not to move. You're making too much noise,” My roommate said, throwing a pillow at me.
 
I sighed, feeling less sleepy than before. I tried to think about happy things. Drinking butterbeer with a bunch of non-existent friends, running around on a field full of flowers alone, but not really feeling lonely, and all those things people consider fun. Somehow, those thoughts managed to change in a way that they all related to my mother's death.
 
I stayed still, eyes closed, body facing the ceiling and hand clutching my wand. Why? I felt like I always needed to be protected, no one knows what might happen. It made me feel safe.
 
- AUGUST 9TH -
 
I finally managed to sleep and guess what? I had another nightmare, but this time, I saw the whole thing. Her last words, the way she was looking at me before she closed her eyes and how her chest stopped rising and falling, meaning she had just given her last breath. Tears started to form in my eyes and I quickly shut my eyes to stop a waterfall from coming.
 
Pull yourself together, Colie. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.
 
I was often drowned in my own thoughts when I had no one to talk to. Of course, I had no one to talked to because I managed to lose all friendships this summer when I acted like a b-tch to all my friends and I never replied to their letters.
 
I can't just bring myself to tell them about my mother. It happened two weeks before coming here and almost no one knew.Then, they will asked what happened and I don't want to talk about that night. At all.
 
“Get ready, Colie. You can't just stay the whole day inside,” I heard my roommate say. She was nice, yes, but I felt like she was talking to me just to be polite.
 
I got out of bed, taking my clothes and walking to the shower. After I was out of the shower and dressed with my sweater and a short skirt, I wrapped a leather belt around my waist, put on some socks and a pair of heels and coated my lips with red lipstick, something I always had on no matter what. I grabbed my wand, clutching it tightly around my hand. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, making sure every single part of my outfit was perfect. I faked a smile to the mirror, a smile that could hide everything.
 
Maybe going for a walk can keep my mind off things for a while.

- skyscraper / demi lovato.
 
i have a question, what's your favorite book? i'm making a list of books i want to read and i have a few, but i would like more because i usually read books really fast.

STORY UP!
TBL, marissa delfina.
- august 8, 2011.
 
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I looked around as I walked to my new home: The Model House. Whoever decided that it would be okay to send me here was seriously wrong. Do they know how easily I can get the girls to spill some secrets if we're living together? They're basically telling me to destroy the career of all the models.
 
Well, that probably isn't the point of all of us living together, I just liked to think that's the reason.
 
I needed to get a job. This week. I can't listen to another stuck-up model telling how she's a better model than me. I hate them. I can't wait to see the look on their faces when I am at the top and they're not.
 
Enough. I sound like the girls I just said I hated.
 
I kept walking, carrying my luggage. I didn't bring much, hoping I would get a chance to do some shopping. But I needed to focus on my career. After the Richie Rich incident, everything has been a disaster.
 
Once I arrived at my new home, I knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. Soon, after I was introduced to some of the models that were already there, I walked up to my room, which was very… nice. I expected something I would hate. I left my bags inside and walked out of my room at the same time a model I had not met left her room.
 
“Have you seen those rooms? They're awful,” She says, with a look of disgust on her face. She eyed me up and down, like examining my outfit.
 
“They're not that bad,” I shrugged, but she rolled her eyes.
 
“And who are you?” She asked me, raising an eyebrow.
 
“I'm Marissa. Marissa Delfina,” I saw the look of 'I've-never-heard-of-you' on her face. I think I recognized her from something, but I couldn't tell her that. “And you are?”
 
She looked almost shocked I didn't know her name. Exactly the type of girl I hate. “Courtney, but I'm sure you already knew that. I mean, who doesn't know me?” With that, she turned around and walked away.
 
I walked downstairs to find a person I never expected to see here.
 
Sonja.
 
What was she doing here? I thought she had left for good this time. She looked at me. “Sonja?” I said, not believing what I was seeing.
 
She leaned on her suitcase, raising an eyebrow. “Surprised to see me, b-tch?”
 
I nodded slowly. 'Uh-huh,” We just stood there, looking at each other until another girl walked up to Sonja and started talking to her.
 
Raina, one of the few girls I knew before moving, appeared and took Sonja upstairs, probably taking her to her room. I sat down with some of the girls around the TV and introduced myself. I still didn't know who my roommate was, I just hoped we got along.
 
Or that she had a lot of dirty secrets.
 
By the end of this month, I bet most of the girls in this house will hate me. I just can't help but spread rumors.

LOST, audition.
 
- Joséphine Moreau
“The Lip Guru”
Age: 22
Personality: Trendy & Ahead-of-Things
Signature Scent: Stella McCartney
“Treat your kissers kindly!” is Josie’s career motto. Josie’s from South Beach, Florida, where winter, spring, summer, and fall romances bloom. And she’s also seen too many relationships fail because one of the two lovebirds is a bad kisser. To solve this ongoing problem, she started inventing her own line of healing and softening lip treatments, scrubs, lip balms, lip stains, lip glosses, and lipsticks. Besides her already successful collection, Josie has a hobby of being the first to tackle on new trends. Watch out girls, Joséphine is here to stay.
Model: Ginta Lapina
 
- Likes;
→ romance, lipstick, the color red.
 
- Dislikes;
→ chapped lips, getting her heart broken, crying.
 
- Top 2 characters;
→ Lucie Freiman.
→ Victoire Barou.
 
- I promise to make at least two sets a week. If I'm going on a trip or I can't make sets for a reason, I will tell the mod.
 
- I'm currently in one, and I'm also one of the moderators of that roleplay.
 
- Questions;
 
→ Why do you want this character?
I really like this character, I don't know why. It immediately catched my attention when I was looking for a character.
 
→ How many times have you quit a RP?
I must admit I have done that a few times, mostly because I was busy or had no inspiration for the character, but now I feel like I want to start again with roleplays and be active until the roleplay closes.
 
→ Will you be an active member?
Of course I will!
 
→ Do you like this RP's idea and what would you do to improve it?
I really, really like the idea and I had to audition before the contest ended.
 
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Once the plane landed, I started smiling from ear to ear. The old lady besides me probably thought I was crazy. I was actually in France. Saint Tropez, to be exact. Why? For a competition that I planned on winning, but I'm sure that's what the rest of the other girls want too. I owe all these to one of my best friends, the one that made me realize that people really do care about lips. Absolutely no one likes chapped lips.
 
- FLASHBACK -
 
“Jo!” My best friend, Elena, basically shouted in my ear, shaking my shoulders. I was ignoring her, but that didn't seem to stop her from talking to me.
 
“Joséphine Moreau! Are you listening to me?” Elena exclaimed.
 
I rolled my eyes and looked at her. “What do you want?” I said, trying to sound un-interested.
 
“Please, please ask him,” She said, opening her eyes wide like she did every time she was begging for something.
 
“Ask him what?” I asked, playing dumb. I finally smiled and nodded, I couldn't act like that for too long, I'm too nice.
 
“I promise I will, today. Actually, I'm going to go right now,” I stood up and walked to where Elena's crush and his friends were standing.
 
“Richard, I need to talk to you,” I said, looking at him after waving at his friends.
 
I walked away fro m his group of friends, telling him to follow me. When we were alone, I finally talked. “Rich, you are one of my best friends and I need you to be completely honest with me. The girl is dying to know.”
 
He looked at me, confused. “What?”
 
“Elena, you stupid boy. Don't you realize she has feelings for you?”
 
“She… does? I mean, I like her and everything but you know me, I want my girl to be attractive and she is but, have you seen those lips?!”
 
I glared at him. If someone says something bad about my friends, it hurts me too. “What's wrong with her lips?”
 
“Have you noticed how disgusting they are? I would never kiss her, even if they payed me a million dollars.”
 
I saw a flash of brown hair, someone just hid behind that wall. Elena. I bet she was listening to everything. My eyes widened, trying to tell him to shut up without talking.
 
“Disgusting and chapped,” He repeated.
 
Elena peeked from behind the wall and I could see she was hurt. In that moment, I knew I had to do something about her lips, and maybe help people with the same problem she had.
 
- END OF FLASHBACK -
 
After that day, my 8th grader self started creating all sorts of products and selling them. Now, to this day, I make a living out of selling lip products. I used to sell them online to ship internationally and I had a store South Beach, but I'm moving on to even bigger things.
 
Be careful, Joséphine Moreau is ready to kick some ass.

Marissa Delfina, 22
- The gossiper
Marissa? She's stunning and she knows it and often uses that to her advantage. She has been working as a model for some time, but it seems like everyone is rising to fame except for her. When she finally got the chance to rise in the ladder, another model came and took her spot as Richie Rich's muse, even though Marissa had helped Richie Rich throw a party to show of his collection. She ripped the dress she was supposed to model in two parts and she's not getting booked for shows. Marissa will do anything to climb the ladder fast, she might spread false rumors about you if you take her job and she can be a total b-tch when she wants. Never think about telling her your deepest, darkest secrets. You might think she's your friend, but if you take what's hers, she will make you fall faster than you can say "b-tch!". Yes, she's a good model and she could get jobs without having to hurt people, but gossiping is her best talent and we all know women can keep secrets for too long. Everyone - including herself - know she has potential, but will she get any jobs after what she did?
Model: Andi Muise
stars-glitter
 
I'm Marissa Delfina and I don't care if you know who I am or not, just make sure never to tell me one of your secrets if you want to be succesful in this business. Believe me, I'm nice to most people, so introduce yourselves.
 
xx, Mar.

My father got tickets to the Harry Potter premiere here in Panama. So, I watched Harry Potter yesterday and I cried during the whole movie. Well, most of it. I'm not going to talk about because I don't want to spoil it for anyone but I needed to make a set because I'm really, really sad. I just can't believe that I watched the last movie. No more books, no more waiting for movies. I can't even explain my feelings.
 
xx Lulu.