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Carson Evangeline Adkins
Age- 20
Hood- TriBeCa
Style- Urban, Sneakers, Hoodies, Jeans
Icon- Jada Pinkett-Smith
Music- Hip Hop, Rap, R&B, Soul
Food- Salads, Soups, Sushi, Sandwiches
School- Queens College
Background- Carson can be a bit of a tomboy sometimes. She loves working out and goes to the gym at least once a day. Most of her friends are made up of guys but she has a few girl friends that she’s close with. She loves the nightlife and you’ll always find her at the hottest New York clubs.
Model-
Internship-
Why should I be chosen to play this character?
I love this character and already have a lot of ideas for stories. I’ve wanted to write for quite a feisty female character for a while and I’ll defiantly be active and writing long stories very frequently.
Are you in any other roleplays?
Not at the moment, because I’ve been on a big break from polyvore. But I’ve been in quiet a few in the past, so I know what to do.
Are you willing to be committed to Big Apple Interns?
Yes!
What internship would you like to have?
Arctic Ice Records
What model are you going to use?
Rachel Bilson
Age- 20
Hood- TriBeCa
Style- Urban, Sneakers, Hoodies, Jeans
Icon- Jada Pinkett-Smith
Music- Hip Hop, Rap, R&B, Soul
Food- Salads, Soups, Sushi, Sandwiches
School- Queens College
Background- Carson can be a bit of a tomboy sometimes. She loves working out and goes to the gym at least once a day. Most of her friends are made up of guys but she has a few girl friends that she’s close with. She loves the nightlife and you’ll always find her at the hottest New York clubs.
Model-
Internship-
Why should I be chosen to play this character?
I love this character and already have a lot of ideas for stories. I’ve wanted to write for quite a feisty female character for a while and I’ll defiantly be active and writing long stories very frequently.
Are you in any other roleplays?
Not at the moment, because I’ve been on a big break from polyvore. But I’ve been in quiet a few in the past, so I know what to do.
Are you willing to be committed to Big Apple Interns?
Yes!
What internship would you like to have?
Arctic Ice Records
What model are you going to use?
Rachel Bilson
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so i know the group is kinda dead, but whatever! love the character and wanted to write a story. been meaning to put this up for a while.
collab with: @plutonian
including: @welshstarkid
story.
There was a knock on my door. I limped over, only one heel on.
I yanked open the door, and Venice began to chatter away.
"Heya, was walking by, thought I might drop in and…" she cut off, finally having actually looked at me. "Woah."
"Good woah, bad woah?" I asked, hopping back inside, collapsing onto my bed and shoving the other heel on.
"Definitely good woah. What did you do with your boobs?!" she exclaimed
I chuckled "New bra. Best £30 ever spent."
She laughed, taking a seat next to me on the event "So, what's the occasion?"
I winked at her "I've got a date."
"Ooooh" she grinned "With who?"
"Bryn Jones"
She raised an eyebrow.
"I know, I know, his brother. But from what Cassandra has told me, he seems awesome."
She raised her other eyebrow. "Cassandra?"
"Yeah" I shrugged, zipping open my makeup bag "She's the one that set this whole thing up."
"Set up? You don't need you're dates set up for you."
"I know, but I wanted her to. And you know that I always do what I want."
She laughed "God, anyone who doesn't know that after spending a year with you would have to be deaf. Or blind. Or both."
I rolled my eyes and stood up "Now, do I look love-able or f.uck-able?"
"Definitely f.uckable. Don't know if I'd take you home to mommy though."
"Hmm, true. But if I put tights, a vest-top and a cardi on I'll look like a granny!"
"Fair enough."
"Ah!" I said, with a sudden burst of inspiration. I ran over to my closet and pulled out a fur jacket and shrugged it on.
"Perfect." Venice grinned.
"Cheers, love" I smiled, "Alright. I'm off." I kissed her on both cheeks and legged it out.
---
I met Bryn outside this restaurant he'd made reservations at.
"Hiya" I shoot him a sexy smile and leaned in, kissing him on both cheeks.
"Hey" he grinned, his hot welsh accent making me melt a little inside. He nodded towards the restaurant "Shall we?"
"Yes please, I've heard the food is amazing!"
He placed is hand on the small of my back and lead me in "You look great, by the way."
"Thanks. Not so bad yourself"
We took our seats and began talking. I was shocked, we had more in common than I'd previously thought. We chattered away playfully, and I found myself more and more attracted to him by the second.
"So, maybe I could come and see your band play some time" I murmured, leaning over towards him.
"Yeah, that'd be awesome. We've actually got a gig coming up…" He was really animated when he talked about his band. I didn't even have to listen, just watching him talk was enough. God, he was gorgeous.
"Excuse me" I said, getting up. "Just gonna pop to the loo"
As soon as I was in the bathroom, I pulled my phone out and jabbed number 4 on speed-dial.
"Hello?"
"Venice! Hey!"
"Sam? Aren't you meant to be on a hot date right now?"
"Thats just the problem, V…it's hotter than I was expecting."
"What is that supposed to mean" she laughed.
"That I really really fancy him and badly want to jump his bones. Like, now."
"And you're worried about breaking the first date rule? He'll think you're not serious and there'll never be a second date?"
"Exactly."
"Just go for it."
"But after the whole Beckett thing I don't want people to think I'm a slag and…"
"F.uck what people think. Just go for it."
I let out a long breathe "Ok, cheers V."
I sat back down opposite Bryn. "Shall we get the bill?" I asked.
"Sure" he nodded, calling the waiter over.
We quickly paid the bill, got up and wandered outside onto the street.
"Thanks Bryn, I had a really nice time tonight" I said, taking hold of his hand
"Me too" he said, stepping closer to me.
I leaned in towards him and we began kissing. Starting off as a light kiss it grew more and more passionate. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist.
When we finally broke apart, I grinned up at him breathless "Wow."
He grinned back "Wow indeed"
"So…." I murmured
"Hm…" he replied.
"Do you wanna come back to mine? For drinks?"
"Sure. That sounds…great."
---
[the next morning]
I rolled over in bed and quickly discovered I wasn't alone. I had a horrible flashback of the Beckett affair, but remembered last night with Bryn and calmed down. I tip-toed out of bed, threw on a t-shirt over my underwear and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.
As I was cooking, I heard a voice from the doorway.
"Mmm, do I smell pancakes?" Bryn was standing by the breakfast bar, shirtless and looking tired. Incredibly hot and tired.
"You sure do. I was gonna bring you breakfast in bed!"
"Aww how sweet." he said, walking up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Well, you totally ruined it now."
"Oh, I don't know about that" He unhooked his arm from around me, leaned forward and with perfect aim flipped the pancake out of the pan and straight onto a plate.
He picked it up and also picked up a squeezy tube of maple syrup.
"I think we could have some fun with this…now, breakfast in bed?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
"That's just an innuendo for food fight and sex."
"God, you already know me so well."
collab with: @plutonian
including: @welshstarkid
story.
There was a knock on my door. I limped over, only one heel on.
I yanked open the door, and Venice began to chatter away.
"Heya, was walking by, thought I might drop in and…" she cut off, finally having actually looked at me. "Woah."
"Good woah, bad woah?" I asked, hopping back inside, collapsing onto my bed and shoving the other heel on.
"Definitely good woah. What did you do with your boobs?!" she exclaimed
I chuckled "New bra. Best £30 ever spent."
She laughed, taking a seat next to me on the event "So, what's the occasion?"
I winked at her "I've got a date."
"Ooooh" she grinned "With who?"
"Bryn Jones"
She raised an eyebrow.
"I know, I know, his brother. But from what Cassandra has told me, he seems awesome."
She raised her other eyebrow. "Cassandra?"
"Yeah" I shrugged, zipping open my makeup bag "She's the one that set this whole thing up."
"Set up? You don't need you're dates set up for you."
"I know, but I wanted her to. And you know that I always do what I want."
She laughed "God, anyone who doesn't know that after spending a year with you would have to be deaf. Or blind. Or both."
I rolled my eyes and stood up "Now, do I look love-able or f.uck-able?"
"Definitely f.uckable. Don't know if I'd take you home to mommy though."
"Hmm, true. But if I put tights, a vest-top and a cardi on I'll look like a granny!"
"Fair enough."
"Ah!" I said, with a sudden burst of inspiration. I ran over to my closet and pulled out a fur jacket and shrugged it on.
"Perfect." Venice grinned.
"Cheers, love" I smiled, "Alright. I'm off." I kissed her on both cheeks and legged it out.
---
I met Bryn outside this restaurant he'd made reservations at.
"Hiya" I shoot him a sexy smile and leaned in, kissing him on both cheeks.
"Hey" he grinned, his hot welsh accent making me melt a little inside. He nodded towards the restaurant "Shall we?"
"Yes please, I've heard the food is amazing!"
He placed is hand on the small of my back and lead me in "You look great, by the way."
"Thanks. Not so bad yourself"
We took our seats and began talking. I was shocked, we had more in common than I'd previously thought. We chattered away playfully, and I found myself more and more attracted to him by the second.
"So, maybe I could come and see your band play some time" I murmured, leaning over towards him.
"Yeah, that'd be awesome. We've actually got a gig coming up…" He was really animated when he talked about his band. I didn't even have to listen, just watching him talk was enough. God, he was gorgeous.
"Excuse me" I said, getting up. "Just gonna pop to the loo"
As soon as I was in the bathroom, I pulled my phone out and jabbed number 4 on speed-dial.
"Hello?"
"Venice! Hey!"
"Sam? Aren't you meant to be on a hot date right now?"
"Thats just the problem, V…it's hotter than I was expecting."
"What is that supposed to mean" she laughed.
"That I really really fancy him and badly want to jump his bones. Like, now."
"And you're worried about breaking the first date rule? He'll think you're not serious and there'll never be a second date?"
"Exactly."
"Just go for it."
"But after the whole Beckett thing I don't want people to think I'm a slag and…"
"F.uck what people think. Just go for it."
I let out a long breathe "Ok, cheers V."
I sat back down opposite Bryn. "Shall we get the bill?" I asked.
"Sure" he nodded, calling the waiter over.
We quickly paid the bill, got up and wandered outside onto the street.
"Thanks Bryn, I had a really nice time tonight" I said, taking hold of his hand
"Me too" he said, stepping closer to me.
I leaned in towards him and we began kissing. Starting off as a light kiss it grew more and more passionate. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist.
When we finally broke apart, I grinned up at him breathless "Wow."
He grinned back "Wow indeed"
"So…." I murmured
"Hm…" he replied.
"Do you wanna come back to mine? For drinks?"
"Sure. That sounds…great."
---
[the next morning]
I rolled over in bed and quickly discovered I wasn't alone. I had a horrible flashback of the Beckett affair, but remembered last night with Bryn and calmed down. I tip-toed out of bed, threw on a t-shirt over my underwear and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.
As I was cooking, I heard a voice from the doorway.
"Mmm, do I smell pancakes?" Bryn was standing by the breakfast bar, shirtless and looking tired. Incredibly hot and tired.
"You sure do. I was gonna bring you breakfast in bed!"
"Aww how sweet." he said, walking up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Well, you totally ruined it now."
"Oh, I don't know about that" He unhooked his arm from around me, leaned forward and with perfect aim flipped the pancake out of the pan and straight onto a plate.
He picked it up and also picked up a squeezy tube of maple syrup.
"I think we could have some fun with this…now, breakfast in bed?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
"That's just an innuendo for food fight and sex."
"God, you already know me so well."
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I know there are no events but felt like writing a Samantha story.
Including; @welshstarkid
story.
It was monday morning.
Three days on from the charity gala and I was still feeling ill everytime I remembered what I had done.
--- flashback ---
Waking up and not knowing where you are is a bad feeling. This, however, is much better than waking up and not knowing where you are and then…remembering.
They say memory is amazing. I mean, who would we be without it?
I know for sure I would be much better off not having remembered friday night.
Twisting and turning in the bed I was lying in, and surveying my surrounding, memories of last night came flooding back to me. I let out a moan, clasping my aching head in my hands. When I looked up, I saw him standing at the door, a towel wrapped around his hips, smirking.
"Not feeling too good, ey Norvak?" Beckett chuckled, and then shrugged "Don't expect me to make you breakfast or anything, but having a shower might help that hangover. I'm just going in for one…you're free to join me" he winked.
"Shut up Beckett" I groaned, not able to manage a more intellectual comeback. Anyway, I could hardly say 'in your dreams' for obvious reasons…
He shook his head "Suit yourself. No point acting like you're too good for me now Norvak. We're already done the deed, you might as well seal the deal with some morning shower sex. You know what they say "if you're gonna do something, do it well""
"'Done the deed'? 'Seal the deal?'" I mocked him "What's up Beckett? Can you only talk in stupid little phrases now?" It wasn't great, I'll admit, but a hell of a lot better than "Shut up"
He only laughed, knowing this would annoy me even more.
"Fine. Just, look, if we're not gonna have anymore s,ex you can leave. Like, now."
He left, and I collapsed into my arms. How had it come to this? This was a new low. Oliver Beckett. I had a one night stand with Oliver Beckett.
I gathered up my stuff and made a run for the door. I didn't leave because Oliver commanded me to, I left because I wanted to. The longer I spent in that ratty little s.ex nest the more like a total sl,ut I felt.
---- flashback over ---
And now it was back to class.
I met Venice on the way there.
"Hey" I smiled at her, "Wanna grab some lunch before class?"
"Sure" she replied, nodding, relatively quieter than usual. I guess I would have to ask later.
There was a great sushi bar on campus, so we stopped there. I was doubling over with laughter as Venice squealed having put way to much wasabi on her sushi, her bright red bloodshot eyes watering from the shock of the chill, when I spotted Beckett walking along campus with a load of his stupid little friends, including Harringway.
Beckett spotted me, we locked eyes and he smirked, and began to make his way over. The other guys stayed behind, all except Harringway, who followed behind Beckett smirking also.
He come to our table and slammed a load of ten pound notes down. Venice jumped, having not seen him as he had approached from behind.
"Thanks, Novak, you made me a lotta money" he laughed.
I felt sick.
"Yeah, thanks" Harringway said sarcastically "I bet £200 on you Novak. Genuinely didn't think you were that easy."
That stung. "I wasn't. I'm not." I spluttered "It was a bad night, for gods sake."
"One bad night can tarnish a reputation completely" Beckett said in that annoying dramatic mocking thing he does "You better watch out Novak. Soon all the seedy little boys will be lining up to ride the village donkey."
I couldn't even get any words out. Tears swam about in my eyes. He was right. What had I done?
Venice took one look at me, and stood up.
"Look Beckett, I have no idea what this is about…"
"…Really?" he interrupted her "I thought Sammy would have told everyone by now. I mean, I can't be sure, but from the way she was moaning my name I'm pretty sure she had a good..."
"Shut up." Venice said, silencing him with one of her killer glares "Ok, Sam made a mistake. We all do. Now get the f.uck out of here, before I make you cry like a little girl infront of all these people. Pretty embarrassing, right?"
He held his hands up in defence "Chill out, Heart, we're going. I thought you girls were tough enough to handle the truth." Another one of her glares shut him up before he could say anything more.
They started to walk away. Harringway stopped right infront of Venice, staring at her face.
"What?" she spat.
"Too much wasabi?" he asked.
"Go." she sighed, shaking her head and collapsing down onto her seat opposite me. Harringway chuckled, and then jogged after Beckett who was already ages away.
"Now." she said, looking at me "Explain what that was all about."
"I made a horrible mistake, Venice…" I began.
Including; @welshstarkid
story.
It was monday morning.
Three days on from the charity gala and I was still feeling ill everytime I remembered what I had done.
--- flashback ---
Waking up and not knowing where you are is a bad feeling. This, however, is much better than waking up and not knowing where you are and then…remembering.
They say memory is amazing. I mean, who would we be without it?
I know for sure I would be much better off not having remembered friday night.
Twisting and turning in the bed I was lying in, and surveying my surrounding, memories of last night came flooding back to me. I let out a moan, clasping my aching head in my hands. When I looked up, I saw him standing at the door, a towel wrapped around his hips, smirking.
"Not feeling too good, ey Norvak?" Beckett chuckled, and then shrugged "Don't expect me to make you breakfast or anything, but having a shower might help that hangover. I'm just going in for one…you're free to join me" he winked.
"Shut up Beckett" I groaned, not able to manage a more intellectual comeback. Anyway, I could hardly say 'in your dreams' for obvious reasons…
He shook his head "Suit yourself. No point acting like you're too good for me now Norvak. We're already done the deed, you might as well seal the deal with some morning shower sex. You know what they say "if you're gonna do something, do it well""
"'Done the deed'? 'Seal the deal?'" I mocked him "What's up Beckett? Can you only talk in stupid little phrases now?" It wasn't great, I'll admit, but a hell of a lot better than "Shut up"
He only laughed, knowing this would annoy me even more.
"Fine. Just, look, if we're not gonna have anymore s,ex you can leave. Like, now."
He left, and I collapsed into my arms. How had it come to this? This was a new low. Oliver Beckett. I had a one night stand with Oliver Beckett.
I gathered up my stuff and made a run for the door. I didn't leave because Oliver commanded me to, I left because I wanted to. The longer I spent in that ratty little s.ex nest the more like a total sl,ut I felt.
---- flashback over ---
And now it was back to class.
I met Venice on the way there.
"Hey" I smiled at her, "Wanna grab some lunch before class?"
"Sure" she replied, nodding, relatively quieter than usual. I guess I would have to ask later.
There was a great sushi bar on campus, so we stopped there. I was doubling over with laughter as Venice squealed having put way to much wasabi on her sushi, her bright red bloodshot eyes watering from the shock of the chill, when I spotted Beckett walking along campus with a load of his stupid little friends, including Harringway.
Beckett spotted me, we locked eyes and he smirked, and began to make his way over. The other guys stayed behind, all except Harringway, who followed behind Beckett smirking also.
He come to our table and slammed a load of ten pound notes down. Venice jumped, having not seen him as he had approached from behind.
"Thanks, Novak, you made me a lotta money" he laughed.
I felt sick.
"Yeah, thanks" Harringway said sarcastically "I bet £200 on you Novak. Genuinely didn't think you were that easy."
That stung. "I wasn't. I'm not." I spluttered "It was a bad night, for gods sake."
"One bad night can tarnish a reputation completely" Beckett said in that annoying dramatic mocking thing he does "You better watch out Novak. Soon all the seedy little boys will be lining up to ride the village donkey."
I couldn't even get any words out. Tears swam about in my eyes. He was right. What had I done?
Venice took one look at me, and stood up.
"Look Beckett, I have no idea what this is about…"
"…Really?" he interrupted her "I thought Sammy would have told everyone by now. I mean, I can't be sure, but from the way she was moaning my name I'm pretty sure she had a good..."
"Shut up." Venice said, silencing him with one of her killer glares "Ok, Sam made a mistake. We all do. Now get the f.uck out of here, before I make you cry like a little girl infront of all these people. Pretty embarrassing, right?"
He held his hands up in defence "Chill out, Heart, we're going. I thought you girls were tough enough to handle the truth." Another one of her glares shut him up before he could say anything more.
They started to walk away. Harringway stopped right infront of Venice, staring at her face.
"What?" she spat.
"Too much wasabi?" he asked.
"Go." she sighed, shaking her head and collapsing down onto her seat opposite me. Harringway chuckled, and then jogged after Beckett who was already ages away.
"Now." she said, looking at me "Explain what that was all about."
"I made a horrible mistake, Venice…" I began.
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[at the moment sam is just finding her job hard but shes never drunk/taken drugs to deal with it...yet. this story is the first time and its the start of her downwards spiral]
long story, sorry, but its my first one for this character so i guess i gotta lil carried away.. ;)
{Week 2};
{Friday};
{Charity Gala vs Student Protest}
Song; here i dreamt i was an architect - the decemberists
Including; @welshstarkid
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I was awoken by a rough shaking of my shoulders. I blinked against the light and looked up, recognising my awakener instantly.
"Venice" I moaned groggily "What do you want so early in the morning?"
She laughed "Early? I'll have you know its 5 in the afternoon! You missed class, so I came to see where you were."
"What?!" I exclaimed, sitting up. However, I moved to fast and instantly my head started spinning. I clutched it and collapsed back into bed.
"Woaah" Venice chuckled "Heavy night last night or something? Someone got carried away with the drink..."
"I guess you could call it "heavy" - I was working. Totally swamped. I'm exhausted."
"I can see." she said, pausing "Right then, get up."
I shook my head "I think I'll just go back to sleep."
"Sam! You only work there two days a week and its totally taken over your life. You are going out with me tonight whether you like it or not."
That was true, it had totally taken over my life. Last night at work had been horrible. A patient had completely flipped out, and having somehow sneaked a weapon into the ward I was held at knife point. I stood shaking as the doctor tried to calm him down and the only thing between life and death was the hope that the doctors words would work.
They did, luckily. As soon as the knife was dropped, I ran sobbing into the next room. The supervising nurse came in, gave me some tissues and rubbed my back murmuring "It's only the shock love. It'll be ok"
But it wasn't. I had 3 hours of ward time left to do, and I just couldn't calm down. The slightest thing would send my heart racing 120, my hands were shaking, and I kept dropping and bumping into things. It was terrible.
After what felt like the hundredth spilled coffee, I went into the store cupboard to get some wipes to clean it up. And while I was in there, my eyes fell on a clear white bottle, and suddenly felt an urge I had never encountered before.
I looked at my shaking hands. Was I really going to do this? I wanted to be a doctor, for gods sake. Stealing drugs was totally unethical. Wrong.
I bit my lip and turned to the door, ready to leave, when I heard a clang outside and jumped up screaming. I couldn't take anymore of this.
I strode over and picked up the sedatives. They were mild, but they would do. I shoved them in my pocket and clocked out of the ward. I arrived back at my apartment, kicked off my shoes and downed two pills.
Suddenly, the pain just vanished. I felt totally calm. I stopped shaking, and it was like a heavy weight had been lifted of my shoulders. I shuffled along to my bed, feeling like I was floating, and collapsed in complete euphoria.
...
And that explained why I felt as sh.itty as I did now.
I looked up and Venice was going through my wardrobe, throwing things onto the ground.
"Aha" she said, pulling out a lacy black dress. She threw it at me, commanding "Put it on"
I sighed, but agreed. To be honest, I was getting sick of letting this job take over my life too. I felt gross thinking about what I had done last night - sedatives? Really? I took refuge in knowing it was only a one time things. A moment of madness, in a way.
When I was ready Venice smiled.
"Gorgeous. You looked a little tired. A bit drowsy too. Totally under-nourished. Have you been eating alright cos there..."
I cut her off "I'm gonna stop you right there before you force me into feeling so self-concious I sneak back into hibernation."
"Got it." she laughed.
--
We arrived at the gala. Venice was totally in her element, walking around, socialising. After I while I felt too dizzy to stand around talking, so sat down by the bar.
I swirled the wine in my glass sadly. I didn't want to quit my job. It was hard work, but the experience I was getting would be invaluable when I got my medical certificate. Working with people with mental illness was all I'd ever dreamed of.
But I was miserable. Every day it got harder and harder, and it got all the more difficult to cope. I swear to god, if I see another ten year old child break down in tears because his own mother doesn't recognise him anymore I might just die.
Maybe I just wasn't cut out for it. Maybe I wasn't good enough to do my dream job.
I downed my sixth glass of wine, and quickly got another one.
"I see you're making full use of the open bar. This is a charity gala you know."
I swirled around on my chair and rolled my eyes.
"Hello Oliver."
"Sammy."
"It's Sam."
He laughed, throwing his hands into his pockets and pulled a mock sad face "What did I ever do to make you act so cold Sammy?"
Oliver was pretty much everything I disliked in a guy. He was arrogant, self-centred, uncaring and a total manwh,ore. I just felt sorry for the girls that gave in to his little tricks.
"Thats a toughie. Why don't you go away while I think about it, and then when I'm ready I'll tell you the answer. Gotta warn you though, that might take a long time. A very long time."
"Funny. I like that in a girl." he said, pulling up the barstool next to me.
"Oh I'm so glad" I said sarcastically. I was all ready to order another glass of wine, but seeing as it didn't look like Oliver was going to give up anytime soon, I decided I would need something stronger.
"Scotch. On the rocks." I nodded at the bartender. He slid it across and I downed it in one gulp. I nodded for another and downed that too. The burning in my throat was satifising. "Whisky" I croaked, when I was finished.
"Woah, pretty heavy Novak. Didn't expect that from a perfect little darling like you." Oliver smirked.
As I forced down the whisky, I could feel the alcohol starting to kick in. The six glasses of wine, along with quickly shoved down whisky and scotch were starting to take their toll.
"Theres a lot you don't know about me Beckett" I scowled.
"Oh yeah, I bet. Cos you're so dark and mysterious, and you've got it so f.ucking hard. I bet you've got loads of dirty secrets." he scoffed, knowing he was winding me up "Please Novak. Everyone knows you're little Miss Perfect."
It hurt. I'm not going to lie. It hurt to hear him say that, even if it just was the opinion of Oliver fricking Beckett.
"Shut up" I growled, grabbing him by the shirt and crashing my lips against his. It was impulsive and stupid but once I'd started I realised I couldn't stop.
I willed myself to break away. I mean this was Oliver Beckett for god sake. I couldn't sink to the level of the kinda girls that got with him.
I could feel peoples eyes on us. They were starting to notice.
I got up, and still holding him by the shirt dragged him out.
"F*cking yes! I knew there was something behind all that glossy exterior" Beckett shouted as soon as we stumbled our way down onto the sidewalk "Harringway is going to regret having ever made that bet with me."
"What bet?" I murmured.
"Oh nothing" he shrugged.
I knew what it was. It would be something like "I bet you could never get Samantha Novak to sleep with you." Normally, if I even got any sort of indication that they were betting about something like that involving me I would probably slap Beckett and tell him to stop wasting his money because there was no way in hell that would EVER happen. EVER.
But not tonight.
"Oh ok" I shrugged, acting like I didn't understand what he meant about the bet "So...."
He raised an eyebrow "Yes?"
I smirked "Your place or mine?"
long story, sorry, but its my first one for this character so i guess i gotta lil carried away.. ;)
{Week 2};
{Friday};
{Charity Gala vs Student Protest}
Song; here i dreamt i was an architect - the decemberists
Including; @welshstarkid
Extra;
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I was awoken by a rough shaking of my shoulders. I blinked against the light and looked up, recognising my awakener instantly.
"Venice" I moaned groggily "What do you want so early in the morning?"
She laughed "Early? I'll have you know its 5 in the afternoon! You missed class, so I came to see where you were."
"What?!" I exclaimed, sitting up. However, I moved to fast and instantly my head started spinning. I clutched it and collapsed back into bed.
"Woaah" Venice chuckled "Heavy night last night or something? Someone got carried away with the drink..."
"I guess you could call it "heavy" - I was working. Totally swamped. I'm exhausted."
"I can see." she said, pausing "Right then, get up."
I shook my head "I think I'll just go back to sleep."
"Sam! You only work there two days a week and its totally taken over your life. You are going out with me tonight whether you like it or not."
That was true, it had totally taken over my life. Last night at work had been horrible. A patient had completely flipped out, and having somehow sneaked a weapon into the ward I was held at knife point. I stood shaking as the doctor tried to calm him down and the only thing between life and death was the hope that the doctors words would work.
They did, luckily. As soon as the knife was dropped, I ran sobbing into the next room. The supervising nurse came in, gave me some tissues and rubbed my back murmuring "It's only the shock love. It'll be ok"
But it wasn't. I had 3 hours of ward time left to do, and I just couldn't calm down. The slightest thing would send my heart racing 120, my hands were shaking, and I kept dropping and bumping into things. It was terrible.
After what felt like the hundredth spilled coffee, I went into the store cupboard to get some wipes to clean it up. And while I was in there, my eyes fell on a clear white bottle, and suddenly felt an urge I had never encountered before.
I looked at my shaking hands. Was I really going to do this? I wanted to be a doctor, for gods sake. Stealing drugs was totally unethical. Wrong.
I bit my lip and turned to the door, ready to leave, when I heard a clang outside and jumped up screaming. I couldn't take anymore of this.
I strode over and picked up the sedatives. They were mild, but they would do. I shoved them in my pocket and clocked out of the ward. I arrived back at my apartment, kicked off my shoes and downed two pills.
Suddenly, the pain just vanished. I felt totally calm. I stopped shaking, and it was like a heavy weight had been lifted of my shoulders. I shuffled along to my bed, feeling like I was floating, and collapsed in complete euphoria.
...
And that explained why I felt as sh.itty as I did now.
I looked up and Venice was going through my wardrobe, throwing things onto the ground.
"Aha" she said, pulling out a lacy black dress. She threw it at me, commanding "Put it on"
I sighed, but agreed. To be honest, I was getting sick of letting this job take over my life too. I felt gross thinking about what I had done last night - sedatives? Really? I took refuge in knowing it was only a one time things. A moment of madness, in a way.
When I was ready Venice smiled.
"Gorgeous. You looked a little tired. A bit drowsy too. Totally under-nourished. Have you been eating alright cos there..."
I cut her off "I'm gonna stop you right there before you force me into feeling so self-concious I sneak back into hibernation."
"Got it." she laughed.
--
We arrived at the gala. Venice was totally in her element, walking around, socialising. After I while I felt too dizzy to stand around talking, so sat down by the bar.
I swirled the wine in my glass sadly. I didn't want to quit my job. It was hard work, but the experience I was getting would be invaluable when I got my medical certificate. Working with people with mental illness was all I'd ever dreamed of.
But I was miserable. Every day it got harder and harder, and it got all the more difficult to cope. I swear to god, if I see another ten year old child break down in tears because his own mother doesn't recognise him anymore I might just die.
Maybe I just wasn't cut out for it. Maybe I wasn't good enough to do my dream job.
I downed my sixth glass of wine, and quickly got another one.
"I see you're making full use of the open bar. This is a charity gala you know."
I swirled around on my chair and rolled my eyes.
"Hello Oliver."
"Sammy."
"It's Sam."
He laughed, throwing his hands into his pockets and pulled a mock sad face "What did I ever do to make you act so cold Sammy?"
Oliver was pretty much everything I disliked in a guy. He was arrogant, self-centred, uncaring and a total manwh,ore. I just felt sorry for the girls that gave in to his little tricks.
"Thats a toughie. Why don't you go away while I think about it, and then when I'm ready I'll tell you the answer. Gotta warn you though, that might take a long time. A very long time."
"Funny. I like that in a girl." he said, pulling up the barstool next to me.
"Oh I'm so glad" I said sarcastically. I was all ready to order another glass of wine, but seeing as it didn't look like Oliver was going to give up anytime soon, I decided I would need something stronger.
"Scotch. On the rocks." I nodded at the bartender. He slid it across and I downed it in one gulp. I nodded for another and downed that too. The burning in my throat was satifising. "Whisky" I croaked, when I was finished.
"Woah, pretty heavy Novak. Didn't expect that from a perfect little darling like you." Oliver smirked.
As I forced down the whisky, I could feel the alcohol starting to kick in. The six glasses of wine, along with quickly shoved down whisky and scotch were starting to take their toll.
"Theres a lot you don't know about me Beckett" I scowled.
"Oh yeah, I bet. Cos you're so dark and mysterious, and you've got it so f.ucking hard. I bet you've got loads of dirty secrets." he scoffed, knowing he was winding me up "Please Novak. Everyone knows you're little Miss Perfect."
It hurt. I'm not going to lie. It hurt to hear him say that, even if it just was the opinion of Oliver fricking Beckett.
"Shut up" I growled, grabbing him by the shirt and crashing my lips against his. It was impulsive and stupid but once I'd started I realised I couldn't stop.
I willed myself to break away. I mean this was Oliver Beckett for god sake. I couldn't sink to the level of the kinda girls that got with him.
I could feel peoples eyes on us. They were starting to notice.
I got up, and still holding him by the shirt dragged him out.
"F*cking yes! I knew there was something behind all that glossy exterior" Beckett shouted as soon as we stumbled our way down onto the sidewalk "Harringway is going to regret having ever made that bet with me."
"What bet?" I murmured.
"Oh nothing" he shrugged.
I knew what it was. It would be something like "I bet you could never get Samantha Novak to sleep with you." Normally, if I even got any sort of indication that they were betting about something like that involving me I would probably slap Beckett and tell him to stop wasting his money because there was no way in hell that would EVER happen. EVER.
But not tonight.
"Oh ok" I shrugged, acting like I didn't understand what he meant about the bet "So...."
He raised an eyebrow "Yes?"
I smirked "Your place or mine?"
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Name: samantha novak
From: London, England (Slovakian roots)
Year: 2
Subject: Medicine, training to become a psychiatrist
Bio: Sam was always interested in psychiatry. Mental illness intrigued her and from a young age when anyone had a problem the first person they would come to was Samantha. She loved being trusted and being able to make a difference to peoples lives. When she was 17 she saved her best friend from the brink of suicide and this was her defining moment. After this, she decided she had to become a psychiatrist. Two years into her training, she has started doing some work experience at a local hospital. The pay is little and the hours are long, but Sam couldn't wait to start. She has been there for six months now, working as a community physicatric nurse. The job is nothing compared to what physciatrists have to do, but not only is Sam exhausted, she's also falling into depression. Hearing all the horrific stories she hears and talking to people who can't recognise their own children has taken a huge toll on her. She had heard that people who work in physciatry have the highest rates of depression, suicide and drug and alcohol abuse but she never believed it would apply to her. One day she found herself pouring that one glass of wine too many after work, and found it relieved her of her stresses, leading her to start drinking harder stuff - scotch, whisky. Anything to drown her sorrows. On days that she's at the clinic, she's even taken to stealing a few pills from the store cupboard when it gets really tough. Looking after everyone else all the time has meant Sam has forgotten how to take care of herself - she can't even admit that she has a problem, and due to her sunny exterior no one else can even tell she is hurting at all. To them, Sam is just an intelligent, hardworking and fun girl who is going to make a great physciatrist. It's only a matter of time before something goes horribly wrong.
Style: sleek and high fashion.
Model: abbey lee kershaw
[story soon]
From: London, England (Slovakian roots)
Year: 2
Subject: Medicine, training to become a psychiatrist
Bio: Sam was always interested in psychiatry. Mental illness intrigued her and from a young age when anyone had a problem the first person they would come to was Samantha. She loved being trusted and being able to make a difference to peoples lives. When she was 17 she saved her best friend from the brink of suicide and this was her defining moment. After this, she decided she had to become a psychiatrist. Two years into her training, she has started doing some work experience at a local hospital. The pay is little and the hours are long, but Sam couldn't wait to start. She has been there for six months now, working as a community physicatric nurse. The job is nothing compared to what physciatrists have to do, but not only is Sam exhausted, she's also falling into depression. Hearing all the horrific stories she hears and talking to people who can't recognise their own children has taken a huge toll on her. She had heard that people who work in physciatry have the highest rates of depression, suicide and drug and alcohol abuse but she never believed it would apply to her. One day she found herself pouring that one glass of wine too many after work, and found it relieved her of her stresses, leading her to start drinking harder stuff - scotch, whisky. Anything to drown her sorrows. On days that she's at the clinic, she's even taken to stealing a few pills from the store cupboard when it gets really tough. Looking after everyone else all the time has meant Sam has forgotten how to take care of herself - she can't even admit that she has a problem, and due to her sunny exterior no one else can even tell she is hurting at all. To them, Sam is just an intelligent, hardworking and fun girl who is going to make a great physciatrist. It's only a matter of time before something goes horribly wrong.
Style: sleek and high fashion.
Model: abbey lee kershaw
[story soon]
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always cheers me up. one of the few shows that can actually make me belly laugh and continue laughing for ages afterwards. so good.
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this storys up : http://www.polyvore.com/ruby_wells_told_yall_was/set?id=34844453 you'll need to read it for this one to make sense
rome trip
italy
collab with flowersforalice
"Wake up sweetie pie!"
I groaned, rolling over in bed, and felt someone sit down next to me.
"Honey, baby, I brought you breakfast in bed." The voice was familiar, but it was impossible - those words couldn't come out of his mouth.
I opened my eyes, blinking against the light and burst out laughing when I saw Jordan in front of me, wiggling a bottle of vodka in my face. I snatched it off him, threw the cap onto the floor and took a large gulp. I gagged and then shot him a lovey-dovey look.
"Oh darling, that was sooo sweet of you! Breakfast in bed - how considerate" I played along, grabbing his neck and pulling him on top of me "How am I ever going to repay you?"
He grinned at me, rolling over onto his back holding me by the waist so I was now ontop of him.
He sighed thoughtfully, running his hands along my legs "I can think of some things..."
"Mmm, yeah?" I giggled, and then began kissing him forcefully on the mouth.
This kind of thing was exactly what I needed. Fun, no strings attached, etc. Jordan said he never usually went for girls around Chelsea, especially ones who knew Cassie, because he was sure they'd want commitment or that it would p.iss Cassie off, but as long as both of us just wanted the same thing and no one ever found out, it was fine...right?
Suddenly I broke away, and almost jumped out of bed. "Sh,it. We're meant to be going to Rome today!" I exclaimed, looking for my clothes. I was currently in my underwear, wearing one of Jordans old checked shirts ontop.
He pushed himself off the bed, picked me up (even though I kicked and screamed in response) dropped me onto the mattress and then collapsed beside me.
I frowned at him and he sighed "Look babe, who wants to see a bunch of old ruins anyway? Its history. Ancient history. What’s important is that we live in the now" he gave me a sly look, and then continued "And the now is looking pretty f.ucking awesome currently. We've got 30 packets of condoms, six bottles of vodka - not even beginning to think about all the beer, whisky, scotch and gin and a collection of recreationals ranging from Class C all the way up to the big A."
"Hmmm" I murmured "Sounds pretty good…"
"Oh, and a videocamera"
I chuckled "Oh no, I don't think we'll be using that."
"Aw you take the fun out of everything" he muttered, kissing my neck playfully.
"Jordan - don't even think about it. If people find out about…this, i'm doomed."
"Oh god, would it be like social suicide? That's horrific." he said sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes "Oh shut up. You know what I mean. I'm in the middle of trying to save my reputation"
"Well, in my eyes, you're doing a great job" he smirked "Anyway - I saw you have a bit of a stare off with that girl yesterday, aren't you worried she'll squeak to all her little buddies" So he'd seen that, then?
"That was just Coral, she has no little buddies. Anyway, she only saw us walking together, she can't prove anything…no one would believe her anyway."
"You don't sound too convinced" he said, lying back, his hands behind his head.
"Look, bottom line, no sex tapes."
"So - there is going to be sex?" he joked, pulling me close to him.
"Maybe a little" I replied, winking.
"Thankgod, because with all this talking I was beginning to think we wouldn't be getting enough
action in." he smirked, and began to kiss me. I
unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing, and chucked it across the room.
Suddenly there was a voice behind us "I'm sure you've probably got enough…" the person coughed awkwardly, and then continued "Enough "action" in already."
My head snapped backwards and I saw Cassie standing in the door way.
I glanced down at my revealing underwear, and ran across the room to retrieve the shirt, which I yanked on quickly in an attempt to preserve some dignity.
"What the f.uck? What are you doing here Cass?
How did you even get in?" Jordan said, standing up.
"Incase you'd forgotten - which you probably had, because you were probably drunk when nan told you - this apartment was rented for both of us. I knew you wouldn't really want to share, so thats why I decided to stay in the villas with the rest of the girls." she paused, and pulled something out of her bag, which turned out to be keys "But I still have the these.'
I stood awkwardly by the bed. She took in the state of the room. Empty alcohol bottles every wear, condoms scattered on the floor; not to mention that it stunk of weed.
She shot me a glare, an expression i had never seen on her before, and then she turned to Jordan. "Can we talk outside? Please."
Jordan shoved on some sweatpants, shot me an apologetic look and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
I heard them arguing in loud voices and quickly gathered up my clothing- not an easy task as they were hanging off so many different pieces of furniture. I had to balance on a rickety chair to reach for my tights which were hanging off the ceiling fan – god knows how they got there.
I shoved them on and slipped outside. I wanted to say something, but had no idea what it would be “sorry for f.ucking your brother”? Instead I settled for an apologetic smile. She didn’t return the smile and instead spat "I hope you two are very happy together," and then swerved on her heel strutting towards the door, shoving her keys onto the table.
We stood in silence for a second, listening to the echo of her heels clicking down the hallway.
I sucked in my cheeks “I knew something like this would happen.”
“Don’t worry” Jordan said, avoiding my gaze “Cassies not like that – she won’t spread it around”
“Yeah but she’s naive babe – she’ll probably tell someone without even realising what she’s doing”
I looked at him for a second, both of us unsure what to do next.
“I guess we could pick up where we left off” Jordan suggested, putting his hand on my waist.
I shrugged him off, biting my lip “I dunno if that’s such a good idea. I’ll probably just go back to the villas now. This was fun, Reegez, thanks”
I gave him a kiss on the cheek and began to walk towards the door. I was half way down the hallway approaching the elevator when I heard a shout behind me.
“Hey, Rubes, wait.” Jordan jogged up next to me “I’m not stopping you, but I’m just saying, what are you gonna do now? Everyone will have left for Rome, except for Cassie. So either you can sit on your own on the beach for 5 hours, sit in the villa with Cass for 5 hours, or stay here with me and have an amazing f.ucking time for 5 hours. Your choice.”
I sighed thoughtfully and then a small smile crept across my face “You make an offer that’s too good to refuse Reegez.” I kissed him, jumping up and wrapping my legs around his torso, allowing him to carry me back to the apartment.
I leaned in and whispered in his ear “But now, I expect that this “amazing f.ucking time” you talk about will have to continue for the full five hours – understand?”
He untangled himself from me placing me on the couch and crawled ontop “Oh Miss Wells, I can assure you that that will not be a problem.”
rome trip
italy
collab with flowersforalice
"Wake up sweetie pie!"
I groaned, rolling over in bed, and felt someone sit down next to me.
"Honey, baby, I brought you breakfast in bed." The voice was familiar, but it was impossible - those words couldn't come out of his mouth.
I opened my eyes, blinking against the light and burst out laughing when I saw Jordan in front of me, wiggling a bottle of vodka in my face. I snatched it off him, threw the cap onto the floor and took a large gulp. I gagged and then shot him a lovey-dovey look.
"Oh darling, that was sooo sweet of you! Breakfast in bed - how considerate" I played along, grabbing his neck and pulling him on top of me "How am I ever going to repay you?"
He grinned at me, rolling over onto his back holding me by the waist so I was now ontop of him.
He sighed thoughtfully, running his hands along my legs "I can think of some things..."
"Mmm, yeah?" I giggled, and then began kissing him forcefully on the mouth.
This kind of thing was exactly what I needed. Fun, no strings attached, etc. Jordan said he never usually went for girls around Chelsea, especially ones who knew Cassie, because he was sure they'd want commitment or that it would p.iss Cassie off, but as long as both of us just wanted the same thing and no one ever found out, it was fine...right?
Suddenly I broke away, and almost jumped out of bed. "Sh,it. We're meant to be going to Rome today!" I exclaimed, looking for my clothes. I was currently in my underwear, wearing one of Jordans old checked shirts ontop.
He pushed himself off the bed, picked me up (even though I kicked and screamed in response) dropped me onto the mattress and then collapsed beside me.
I frowned at him and he sighed "Look babe, who wants to see a bunch of old ruins anyway? Its history. Ancient history. What’s important is that we live in the now" he gave me a sly look, and then continued "And the now is looking pretty f.ucking awesome currently. We've got 30 packets of condoms, six bottles of vodka - not even beginning to think about all the beer, whisky, scotch and gin and a collection of recreationals ranging from Class C all the way up to the big A."
"Hmmm" I murmured "Sounds pretty good…"
"Oh, and a videocamera"
I chuckled "Oh no, I don't think we'll be using that."
"Aw you take the fun out of everything" he muttered, kissing my neck playfully.
"Jordan - don't even think about it. If people find out about…this, i'm doomed."
"Oh god, would it be like social suicide? That's horrific." he said sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes "Oh shut up. You know what I mean. I'm in the middle of trying to save my reputation"
"Well, in my eyes, you're doing a great job" he smirked "Anyway - I saw you have a bit of a stare off with that girl yesterday, aren't you worried she'll squeak to all her little buddies" So he'd seen that, then?
"That was just Coral, she has no little buddies. Anyway, she only saw us walking together, she can't prove anything…no one would believe her anyway."
"You don't sound too convinced" he said, lying back, his hands behind his head.
"Look, bottom line, no sex tapes."
"So - there is going to be sex?" he joked, pulling me close to him.
"Maybe a little" I replied, winking.
"Thankgod, because with all this talking I was beginning to think we wouldn't be getting enough
action in." he smirked, and began to kiss me. I
unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing, and chucked it across the room.
Suddenly there was a voice behind us "I'm sure you've probably got enough…" the person coughed awkwardly, and then continued "Enough "action" in already."
My head snapped backwards and I saw Cassie standing in the door way.
I glanced down at my revealing underwear, and ran across the room to retrieve the shirt, which I yanked on quickly in an attempt to preserve some dignity.
"What the f.uck? What are you doing here Cass?
How did you even get in?" Jordan said, standing up.
"Incase you'd forgotten - which you probably had, because you were probably drunk when nan told you - this apartment was rented for both of us. I knew you wouldn't really want to share, so thats why I decided to stay in the villas with the rest of the girls." she paused, and pulled something out of her bag, which turned out to be keys "But I still have the these.'
I stood awkwardly by the bed. She took in the state of the room. Empty alcohol bottles every wear, condoms scattered on the floor; not to mention that it stunk of weed.
She shot me a glare, an expression i had never seen on her before, and then she turned to Jordan. "Can we talk outside? Please."
Jordan shoved on some sweatpants, shot me an apologetic look and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
I heard them arguing in loud voices and quickly gathered up my clothing- not an easy task as they were hanging off so many different pieces of furniture. I had to balance on a rickety chair to reach for my tights which were hanging off the ceiling fan – god knows how they got there.
I shoved them on and slipped outside. I wanted to say something, but had no idea what it would be “sorry for f.ucking your brother”? Instead I settled for an apologetic smile. She didn’t return the smile and instead spat "I hope you two are very happy together," and then swerved on her heel strutting towards the door, shoving her keys onto the table.
We stood in silence for a second, listening to the echo of her heels clicking down the hallway.
I sucked in my cheeks “I knew something like this would happen.”
“Don’t worry” Jordan said, avoiding my gaze “Cassies not like that – she won’t spread it around”
“Yeah but she’s naive babe – she’ll probably tell someone without even realising what she’s doing”
I looked at him for a second, both of us unsure what to do next.
“I guess we could pick up where we left off” Jordan suggested, putting his hand on my waist.
I shrugged him off, biting my lip “I dunno if that’s such a good idea. I’ll probably just go back to the villas now. This was fun, Reegez, thanks”
I gave him a kiss on the cheek and began to walk towards the door. I was half way down the hallway approaching the elevator when I heard a shout behind me.
“Hey, Rubes, wait.” Jordan jogged up next to me “I’m not stopping you, but I’m just saying, what are you gonna do now? Everyone will have left for Rome, except for Cassie. So either you can sit on your own on the beach for 5 hours, sit in the villa with Cass for 5 hours, or stay here with me and have an amazing f.ucking time for 5 hours. Your choice.”
I sighed thoughtfully and then a small smile crept across my face “You make an offer that’s too good to refuse Reegez.” I kissed him, jumping up and wrapping my legs around his torso, allowing him to carry me back to the apartment.
I leaned in and whispered in his ear “But now, I expect that this “amazing f.ucking time” you talk about will have to continue for the full five hours – understand?”
He untangled himself from me placing me on the couch and crawled ontop “Oh Miss Wells, I can assure you that that will not be a problem.”
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hey
fizza (pronounced fizz-ah)
or you can call me fizz
i like both :)
fizza (pronounced fizz-ah)
or you can call me fizz
i like both :)
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