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Welcome back Upper East Siders. I hope you enjoyed your Summer because with the arrival of Fall, comes the arrival of a new term and the unearthing of new scandals. As we’re about to embark on a new journey, I’ll give you all a refresher of what happened in the break. Consider it a back to school gift.

The ruling Queen of Constance Billard was spotted fleeing the scene of a hit and run last month. Eye witnesses have claimed that Kory was seated on the driver’s side, one hand on the wheel, the other clutching her phone. Though rumours have always circulated that those who cross her meet an untimely end, I never considered K to be the one to do the dirty work. After all, isn’t that what minions are for?

Speaking of minions, it would seem that Tay has been trying to attract the attention of the Upper East Side’s most infamous Playboy by playing him at his own game. I’ve heard she’s been getting familiar with one of Emery’s closest friends. Question is, which one? Not that it matters, everybody knows that if E prides himself on anything, it’s the fact that he’s unattainable. Though one thing he’s not is broke, as one tip insisted during the break.

You should all know by now that what I write is gospel, there’s no need for me to spread lies.

It seems we have a new comer working his way into Manhattan’s Elite and boy is he making an impression on our sweet, free spirited Flora. It seems F has been seen out in every five star restaurant and dessert shop on the Upper East Side this Summer but no one has seen her swipe a card once.

But it would appear that nobody knows who this mysterious hunk is since it seems he gives a different name every introduction that he makes. I guess we will have to see who can figure him out before the school year starts tomorrow. Whoever dishes the most dirt before the end of the night wins a prize.

You’ll all have the perfect opportunity, seeing as everybody who means anything will be attending the Saints and Sinners party this evening. I’ve heard that it’s a masquerade, but we all know where you’re sure to find Finn. With a drink in his hand at the bar, trying to ignore the fact that his family are broke. Have you ever seen a sadder Class Clown? I certainly haven’t.

There’s plenty more news for me to dish, but I have to make my way to the Waldorf. So if you’ve not been mentioned heed this warning, though some of you may be dressed as angels tonight, I know you’re all sinners and I’m ready to expose you.

XOXO

Gossip Girl

[aurora.borealis]

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To say that Flora was excited was an understatement. She had invited Leo over for a bite to eat and a drink before they made their way to the party, but knew that they would most likely be late. After all, consuming their own body weight in Chinese food was more important than being punctual.

She had hopped in the shower a while back, and though her hair was washed, and the rest of her clean, she continued to stand underneath the spray of hot water. Big events like this had intimidated her once upon a time, but now she had many friends that she was excited to see – even if they would be wearing masks. Taking a final deep breath, the blonde stepped out of the glass cubicle and looked at herself in the mirror. She needed to put on her make up and dry her hair before Leo arrived, but chances are that standing in the shower for those extra five or ten minutes meant that she would not be ready when he arrived.

Her train of thought was broken abruptly as one of the house staff knocked on the bathroom door. “Sorry to interrupt Miss, but the food has arrived – how would you like it?” A voice called through to her, and an excited smile pulled at her lips.

“Please can you warm some plates and dish it all up? Pop it on the table for me with a bottle of fizz.” The girl called back, turning down the music she had had blaring while she was getting a wash. Upon hearing confirmation that her request would be taken care of, Flo started to pull a brush through her hair. Quickly blasting it dry, she then took out her curling iron and plugged it in, waiting for it to heat up.

Soon after she had finished her hair and started on her makeup, the blonde heard Leo come into the room – it sounded like he was shouting something. Pursing her lips, she considered sticking her head out into the room but decided to carry on getting ready to prevent them from passing over the threshold of fashionably late. Flora heard him take a seat and decided that now was the time to pull her dress on. That way, should she need to run into her room to prevent him from eating all of the chow mein, she would do so with her dignity.

Hearing him talk, she smiled at herself in the mirror and shook her head. “Not too late, just fashionably. I have to finish my makeup and I’d like to eat some of that takeout before we leave.” Pulling out her eyeshadows, she started work on blending out a pale base colour as he continued to talk, mentioning Gossip Girl. “Ah, I forgot to give you the Gossip Girl 101 didn’t I? Everybody says that anybody who is worth anything is mentioned on Gossip Girl frequently. They’re basically an anonymous blogger that likes to expose people’s secrets. Other people send in the gossip and information and they basically follow it up to see whether or not it’s true before posting about it online.”

Finishing her eyeshadow, she pulled out her eyeliner and with precision, the blonde drew two sharp wings. Noticing the door opening just a crack, Flora took the glass from her friend.

Laughing as he offered a toast and suggested a moment of silence, “To us, who will have to be rolled out of this building because we’ve consumed our own body weight in Chinese.” She took a sip of the drink before applying the final touches of to her face. Highlighting her cheeks and cupid’s bow, she then applied a light gloss to her lips before opening the door. “I’m ready…to eat.”

Her phone buzzed as if on cue. Gossip Girl, was not one to miss a party or one to miss the opportunity to make a big announcement moments before the night was supposed to begin.

[heartless,]

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she had his full attention between bites as she explained the mysterious gossip girl to him. "so pretty much one of your guys' classmates is spilling everyone's dirty secrets?" that's what he got out of her whole rant on who the person was. "can't decide if that's really smart or extremely dirty of someone but I live for it." kahleo was mostly an open book and would own to anything he's done so he had nothing to hide. "how do I know you are not gossip girl and are just hanging out with me to leak all my personal information?" he asked raising a brow even though she probably didn't see it.

after their small toast and clanking the glasses together he went and sat back down on the floor by the table. "I think your doorman would have no problem rolling me out of the door," he said with a small laugh. " either he got some vibe from me which I totally don't blame him. it's very uncommon for someone with quite a squeaky clean record to hang out with someone like me." he knew she would know what he meant since he was more than honest with her about his intention with most girls. "or im like the third guy he has let into the room this week and he's tired of playing nice to all of them." of course, that was a joke and he would never assume she slept around since he knew for sure most of her nights the past few weeks were spent in restaurants with him or the back of limo just driving around drinking milkshakes and staring at stars out of the sunroof.

he sat up straighter once she finally finished getting ready and he didn't bother hiding as his blue eyes took in her whole appearance from the perfect curls in his golden hair to the beautiful white dress she was wearing. it looked even better not then it did when she picked it out at the store. surprisingly the lady was able to tailor it on the spot to fit her since they went shopping way too last minute for this party. he watched as she sat down across from her and by now he was already full and was just sipping on the bubbly he had left in his glass. "so what should I expect at this party? I known its thrown every year so I'm assuming its going to be more packed and crazy and the few we went too with emery." ah emery one his other closest friends he had made so far but at the same time wouldn't be shocked if he flirted with flora right in front of him and tried to steal his date for the night. he wouldn't put anything below that man.

"Also, I brought a mask but I wasn't entirely sure I would need it since literally only like three people are gonna know me there." but then he realized there was a chance he would blow floras cover for the night since he was sure people would be expecting them to show up together. "but then there's also the chance I would blow your cover since I know your little blogger friend would have definitely made posts about us hanging out so I guess I should probably wear one since it would ruin your chance of not being recognized" and he wouldn't want to chance her cover getting blown because of him.

he heard his phone buzz on the table and when he picked it up it was a post from gossip girl. he would be lying if he said he wasn't excited to read what it had to say. he didn't know if he should happy or mad that she pretty much made him the prey for the night because she was obviously still ticked off she didn't know a thing about him. not even his correct name. "well she literally put a target on my back for the night." he said with a laugh as he slipped his phone into his pocket and stood up holding out a hand to help her stand up since she was wearing heels. he figured it was time to leave since even more time has passed and they were finished eating at least twenty minutes ago but they had to finish the champagne before they left. tasted too good for them to waste and they never wasted anything.

once they were in the limo they had small talk about a whole bunch of random things but the biggest smile appeared on his face when they pulled up to the hotel. he helped flora tie the back of the mask making sure it wouldn't come off before he tied his onto himself. he took a deep breath as the driver held open his door. he thanked him as he got out and held out a hand to help his date out of the limo. he looked up toward the top of the building and could have sworn he felt eyes staring back down at him. he could hear the music and everything going and he could tell the party was already in full swing and they had to extremely late by now.

he could feel all eyes looking at them as the grand doors opened to let them in and he, of course, had the biggest smile on his face. once they were inside and some of the eyes died down he turned and looked at her. "should we try to see if we can find people we know? it can't be that hard to find most of them. emery has to be in the most dramatic red suit here."

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emerson was the son of a fashion designer, hence the unique clothing he always wore and had all the new stuff out before anyone else and his father was involved in a million different things so he never knew which one was his actual career but they never lacked money. the boy was almost positive money could buy all his happiness so he was looking to intern with his father to take over a business or two of his after he graduated this past year to make sure he could continue his expensive lifestyle. of course, he wasn't on speaking terms with his father at the moment and didn't even live in the family home since he got a few headlines in the news lately that didn't give him a positive image or his families. now he was happily living in his own apartment paid for by his parents. in his eyes he was living the dream most teenagers wanted anyways.

as he stood at the edge of the roof looking down to the people arrive below him he heard the sound of heels getting louder and closer. he didn't bother looking back to see who it was because he already knew who it was. the girl from downstairs. he didn't fall for her smile of her trying to act as she wasn't coming. they always came when it came to him. could call the baby cocky and of course, he was he had too many years of playing this game of chase. "you thought you had me worried you weren't gonna come huh?" he asked still not bothering to look at her. he swished the liquid around that was in his glass almost already bored with this party.

he didn't bother answering back to her question because he couldn't remember what he even commented to her downstairs. "so what made you dress as a sinner instead of a saint?" he almost wanted to assume she had to be one of those girls who has a new boyfriend every week but who knows what school she actually went too. there was a mix tonight since this was a well-known party threw at least once a year so there weren't only Constance girls here today.

he was more interested in when gossip girl was gonna release her first text of the new school since she only posted during the summer break when there was something really big to announce she wanted information on new people coming to the school. he was curious to see what everyone got into over the summer since he was not even in new york until a few weeks ago on summer vacation where it was more warmer weather. he hated the cold and he was already debating going back downstairs because there was a slight breeze in the air and he was already getting cold.

"what school do you attend?" he was wandering he could figure out who she exactly was. he was starting to feel he knew her by how she presented herself with such confidence and the way she moved. if she was gonna play too hard this whole hide your identity thing he could find someone else to hang out with instead. he was hoping he could figure out who flora and kahleo pretty quickly so at least he would have entertaining people to hang out with.

"I'm gonna assume from the Prada on your feet you're someone high up on the hierarchy or like act like you are tiring to rise up on it." he had a gift for reading people and he was only wrong every few times he assumed something about someone. "the material on your outfit is real so I know it's not a knock-off designer." he hated how much he knew about clothes but he guessed it one of the perks of his designer mother. "so you come from money or you're a good thief." he had only looked at her once through this whole conversation with his blue eyes but mostly kept his eyes looking down to everything going on below.

he saw a few what he guessed was freshmen girls showing up in dresses made by his mother so he was guessing they would searching him out during the party to mention how much they loved his moms clothes hoping to impress him not knowing he could care less if they liked her clothes or not and would make his disinterested in them right away but of course he would play nice and thank them hoping they would either get the hint and walk away or freak over the fact they got even a second of the playboys attention.

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[PrincessH]

taylor "tay" johnston|| on the rooftop || tags ; ; Emerson

Something was familiar about him, his cologne, the way he spoke, the way he acted; with such self importance, as if nothing was good enough. He reminded her of herself in that regard. It was on the tip of her tongue although she couldn't place it. Hard to recognise a face without looking. She ignored the initial comment, took another drink from her glass. This party was boring her already, she was drinking to compensate.

She lifted the glass very slightly into the air, as if to propose a half hearted toast, "Because Sinners have more fun." Of course he already knew that. Another sip. The thought crossed her mind of the casino down the street, as the inviting lights grabbed her attention for a fleeting moment. Another sip. Her dad had taught her and her brother how to play poker since they could talk, not the most conventional of upbringings but yet what would you expect being the daughter of a millionaire. Another sip.

"Constance," she said with a disinterested sigh, school began tomorrow and she was not looking forward to it. One last night of freedom before she ironically descended into hell. She ran that school, her and Kory, the 'it' girls. Which reminded her, where was she? It wasn't like her best friend to miss a party. "With that attitude you must be from St. Jude's." By attitude she meant how entitled he came across. She didn't really think about if he would take offence to the comment, nor did she seem to care. Both egos as big as eachother.

If Donatella Versace ever had a son, this was him. She didn't know wether to be impressed or scared by his knowledge of the thousand dollar outfit. "I'm whoever you want me to be," she laughed quietly to herself, and turned to face him finally, hands behind her back, "although I'm surprised you have no idea." Taylor was of course notorious, always spotted on gossip girl for any number of scandals, not all good.

[niico]

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tags; none // ment; flo // s.o; hetero // age; 18
xxxfinnegan rose sat in the taxi, twiddling his thumbs. he pulled a small flask out of his pocket and took a long sip, sighing after he swallowed. he needed a bit of a calm-down, but he didn't know why. all his best friends would be there. he was especially excited to see flo for some reason, though. just the thought of her in a gorgeous dress put butterflies in his stomach. it was weird. finn shook his head and grabbed the seat in front of him as the taxi parked about a block from the actual location. he paid the driver and thanked him as he took off in the direction of the building. finn arrived at the big party on the roof, dressed in a dark red suit with the blackest button up shirt he could find with an intricate mask with horns on his face. cheesy, he knew, but he really really wanted to be a devil for this party. he was really an angel at heart, but he thought the devil would maybe get him more girls? probably not, but it was worth a shot. rosie looked up, snatching a vial of champagne from a waiter as he walked past. he took a long sip, not really feeling any warmth or anything from it. he clicked his tongue against teeth, pulling the glass out in front of him as he examined it. he sighed and looked for an empty chair at an empty table. his phone dinged, and he pulled it out quickly, ready to read the new gossip girl post. he skimmed through it fast, looking for any familiar names. oops - all the names were familiar to him. he furrowed his brow as he read the bit about flora. he knew she was capable of it, but for some reason, it didn't click in his mind that it was actually true. finn read his little bit and he almost dropped his phone. his jaw dropped in shock. he slammed a hand down on the table in frustration, on the verge of yelling. he went to his messaging app and typed, "read some of the gossip girl post. is that true? and oh crap man, did you read my gossip?? this is bad. very bad. text me when you get here." he sent. finn got up abruptly and headed to the bar. he tried to hold himself back, tried to not make this blast true. but he couldnt help himself. he needed a drink. he ordered his favorite - whiskey, neat - and gulped it down. and another one came. then another. then another. he could feel himself getting more and more intoxicated. he stopped himself for a bit to look around the room once more. maybe flo had arrived and he didn't notice his phone go off? honestly, at this point, he was too drunk to care. he was kind of a lightweight but that was okay with him. the faster he got drunk, the better.

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tags; none // ment; none // s.o; bi // age; 18
xxxviolet hayes sat at home, choosing between a few dresses. they were all white, of course. there was one she was particularly fond of. it was split in half, a crop top and a long skirt. the top had gold laced into it, and it was gorgeous. she made up her mind and put the dress on. vio looked at herself in the mirror. she slipped on her round glasses, deciding whether or not to wear them. she took them off then went into the bathroom to put in contacts and fix up her makeup. after she was done, she looked at herself in the mirror yet again. she knew she was a pretty girl. it wasnt an opinion, it was a fact. she wasnt some narcissist, she was just content with the way she looked. she popped out of the large restroom and took the elevator downstairs, where there would be a limo waiting for her. violet said hello to her driver as he let her in, a smile on her face. she had known this guy since she was really young and he was like a father figure to her since her dad had died before she was born. and now her mom was marrying the dad of someone she actually hated. but since her mom was happy she would have to deal with it. the ride in the limo was really smooth, she always enjoyed short rides like this.
xxxupon her arrival, she marveled at the building. it was amazing. she slipped on her mask right before she walked in. she skipped slightly over to the elevator, pressing the button for the roof. it opened up to the open area, a light chill hitting her bare arms. she headed over to her rightful side, which was filled with plenty of light colors. it was a bit extra for her taste, but it was the side she had chosen. she kinda regretted it, but the drinks were better at least? she grabbed a creamy drink from the bar and took two sips. it wasnt as refreshing as she hoped but it'd do. vio headed to an empty chair, careful not to wrinkle her fancy dress. she set her drink down as her phone buzzed for a gossip girl blast. she read it, making sure her name didnt come up at all. sighing in relief, she finished reading. her name wasnt mentioned at all. but everyone elses was. all the people she knew were mentioned at least once in the post. was this good? did gossip girl have any dirt on her? hopefully not.

[aurora.borealis]

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"Well, yeah that's what we've figured but really it could be anyone. Gossip Girl knows everything about everyone, but that's because people choose to send in information to them. If they didn't have their sources, it's likely that they wouldn't know as much, and the amount of power they had would probably be less. It's dirty, but it's smart too. You hold a group of the most powerful people on the Upper East Side in your palm and you could crush them with one sentence." She paused as he asked how he could know that she wasn't Gossip Girl and smiled. It was a question that she used to ask herself about the girls and guys that she considered friends all the time. How can you ever feel comfortable chatting to people when there's a chance that they're mentally recording everything you say to use it against you? "Well if I was Gossip Girl, the site would have no bite. I hate being nasty unnecessarily, and the thought of ruining people's lives doesn't really do anything for me if I'm honest."

Laughing once again as Leo spoke of the doorman, the blonde couldn't help but shake her head. Martin was very protective, he had been that way for as long as she could remember, maybe even before her father had left her and her mother to live on their own. Rolling her eyes as he made a joke about him being one of the many guys she had brought home with her this week. "You're actually the fifth guy, don't underestimate my prowess." She knew that it was stupid for her to even joke, boys didn't ever really come back to her home. In fact, Leo was the first that she had invited over in a while.

Emerging from the bathroom, she felt her cheeks flush as Leo looked at her. Taking a seat and grabbing a plate of chow mein, she started to eat as her friend spoke up once more. "Yeah, Emery's parties tend to be more intimate gatherings which consist mainly of people from Constance or St. Jude's. The masquerade happens yearly, and you tend to find people from the guest list who come from all over New York. Plus, there are always plenty of gatecrashers." The girl replied, covering her mouth to hide the fact that she was still chewing. "You have to wear a mask for sure, that's part of the fun! It doesn't matter if nobody knows who you are, that only makes it better as when people try to guess, they'll have no idea."

Perhaps that was a devious way of thinking, but the masquerade aspect was one that she loved most about this party. It was fun when you considered that this evening, it didn't really matter who you were or where you were ranked on the hierarchy - although, let's face it, that's a naive way to think.

Pulling out her phone as Leo claimed Gossip Girl had put a target on his back, Flo scanned through the post, taking notice that she had been mentioned, as well as Leo and Finn. Concern tugged her eyebrows down into a slight scowl as her phone pinged again to signify the delivery of a message. Upon seeing it was from Finn, she opened it and sighed. Quickly typing a response, she put the phone back in her purse and took Leo's hand. It was time that they left. She didn't want to leave Finn on his own for longer than necessary.

Draining the last of her champagne, the blonde smiled as she grabbed her mask, and kept hold of Leo's hand in order to lead him downstairs. The journey to the party passed relatively quickly, with her and Leo's conversation causing her worries to crumble away. She was pleased that they had come together. They had spent a lot of time together since the day that she had bumped into him while shopping, and he was certainly becoming an important fixture in her life. Her heart pounded as he tied her mask on for her tightly, his breath tickling the back of her neck.

Pulling out her phone once more, Flo tried her hardest to focus as she text Finn to let him know they had arrived and asked where abouts she could find him. "Yeah," She replied, sliding her phone into her bag as he asked whether they should try to find people that they know, "I just need to find my friend, Finn. I think he may be in a spot of trouble." The gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach returned, as she took his hand and led him inside. Spotting a figure she thought that she recognised, she approached cautiously. "Finn?"

Flora's text to Finn - 'That I met a new friend over the Summer? Yeah, I haven't had to pay for cake in three weeks, it's been the best! c; I did, are you okay? we're on our way.'

[joa]

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there are many ways to describe andrew. some people call him kind and courteous, other prefer absent-minded and spineless. regardless of which side you listen to punctual is never a word used to describe him. him being late should not never be surprising, especially not when it is an event he doesn't quite want to attend. it's always the same story with him, he would much rather stay home and finish whatever project he is working on - this time it's a sculpture of a vulture - whilst paying music way too loudly. that sounds so much better than a party.

at least he can do one of those things as he gets ready and it is likely that his entire building can hear travis scott's voice coming from his speakers. he can almost feel the annoyance coming from his mother even though she is nowhere near him. drew does realise that the sole reason why she is always urging him to go to parties is to get some peace and quiet. well, ms kim*, you're in luck tonight. the theme of the night is saints and sinners and it really shouldn't be hard to guess which category he fits into. his all white suit managed to last with no paint or clay stains though the same cannot be said about the faux feathers that made his wings. at least he tried to fix his mistakes by painting the inside of his wings rainbow and, to be perfectly candid, he is proud of the little 'accident'. his previously all-white phantom mask also received a makeover to look like it was crying a rainbow. even though he knows it is probably a dead giveaway to his identity, drew likes his additions to the outfit.

the gossip girl blast is a non-issue. drew is not the prideful type but his rare appearances on the infamous blog did make him feel good about himself. there are times when he jokingly says that he is just really good at hiding his rebellious acts and it's hard for gossip girl to catch him. in reality, drew is just a goody-two-shoes.

there is a small smile forming on his lips as he walks onto the rooftop. whoever decorates the yearly masquerades really outdone themselves this time. his eyes are immediately drawn to the 'heavenly' side of the roof, particularly the bar. ”one brandy alexander, please,” chocolatey brown eyes scans his surroundings as he waits for his drink. he is immediately drawn to a taller man in a white and gold mask - more like he is drawn to the mask but whoever is behind it doesn’t need to know - and as soon as he gets ahold of his drink, drew approaches him. ”a lovely evening, isn’t it?” he doesn’t stop to think about who could be behind the mask or if they were friendly, yet he sure hopes they are. andrew doesn’t want to make this party more awkward than it has to be.


((* i thought i’d add this for future reference. you may see me referring to drew’s mother as ‘ms kim’ rather than mrs song. it’s because, more often than not, korean women keep their maiden names))

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xxgetting ready had taken kian a lot longer than he had originally anticipated. on average, he took no more than thirty minutes to get ready, this including big events that might require him to pay more attention to his attire, but even with that in mind he had started to get ready two hours in advance. but of course, his family somehow always managed to surprise him even when he thought he was prepared. first it had been that the driver who usually picked his sister up from her tennis lessons had called in sick so kian had to scramble to go get her. then his father had brought home some colleagues from work and asked that kian sit in with them, regardless of the fact that he had no knowledge on half of the things they were talking about or any interest in it either.
xxnow the second driver who was in charge of taking kian to the party was stuck in traffic and kian was stuck in the house. he wasn't exactly an impatient person but the sooner he got there, the earlier he got to leave. grabbing his keys off of the counter, kian made his way to the driveway where his mclaren was parked (a gift from his father for his sixteenth birthday) and tossed his wallet and mask onto the passenger seat. connecting his phone and blasting music through the speakers, kian pulled up his contacts and opened the one labeled 'cuddle bud' with a series of emojis before quickly typing out a text and then reversing from the drive way (you at the party? wanna meet me on the roof?).
xxthe text had been sent to drew, ki praying that the other boy had made it to the party before him. honestly, ki was only able to make it through these events when he was either with flora or drew and he was taking a guess that she with her date. plus, drew was probably one of the only people who was okay with ki holding his hand when he was stressed so yeah, he wanted to find drew when he got there. he honestly didn't go to these events often but there wasn't any way for him to miss one this big. it would be worse for him if he didn't go rather than did because gossip girl noticed everything- especially when an A-lister was missing from an event.
xxpulling into the valet, he deposited his phone and wallet into his pocket and grabbed his mask before handing off the keys to the awaiting valet. pausing in front of the large doors of the hotel, ki let out a sigh, his head tipping back to take in the building. god this place was impressive. he could already hear his mother complementing the design of it. shaking his head, he smoothed out his suit and secured his black mask to his face, his fingers tracing the intricate little golden patterns on it. ironic that he had chosen to dress in red when he is the farthest from a sinner, but what could he say? he liked the way he looked in red.
xxthe elevator took him up to the top floor, and kian was pleasantly surprised with the decor. it mightve been cliche but he could still appreciate the lay out. smoothing out his suit once more, he slowly made his way to the bar, ordering a shot of fireball and then making his way away from the crowd of dancing people and to one of the few abandoned ledges. placing the drink down on the cement barrier, he leaned against it and peered across the view, the new york skyline never failing to be stunning at night. his phone buzzing against his chest pulled him from his admiration and in came a notification from gossip girl. yikes- she struck again. at least he wasn't mentioned, not that he expected to be.

ooc; i wrote this post earlier and my laptop died in the middle of it so here it is again .-.

[Consulting_Angel]

Nicholas Womack
18|Male|Pretty Boy
Location: Masquerade
Tagged: Andrew

He spent a few moments absent-mindedly giving his cocktail a stir once he received it, admiring the pale pink colour of it, and the strawberries that adorned part of the rim of the glass. He'd have to be incredibly delicate and careful when eating them, but he usually was with most things anyway, so it was not really anything that would be different for him. He was not particularly adventurous - his comfort zone was not something that he liked to venture out of usually, and if it wasn't for the fact that he was pretty much expected to be in attendance of this event, then he would have remained at home. Would anyone have noticed? Maybe not... but maybe the Gossip Girl would notice, and he definitely didn't want to have anything written about him.

Just as that thought had come to mind, a ringtone chimed from his phone - it was a different ringtone to the one that he used for the rest of his messages and notifications, as it alerted him to when the Gossip Girl blog was updated. And it seemed to have just been updated now. Nicholas hesitantly opened the blog, and scrolled through the newest post, feeling a chill with the anticipation and nervousness he was feeling, hoping that he would not be mentioned. Not that he had anything to hide... at least, that was what he tried to convince himself (and, by extension, everyone else). Nicholas bit his lip slightly. The year was really off to quite the gossip-filled start, as he read about quite a few of his fellow students - some of them he did know, and others he was unsure as to whether or not he knew them, especially as to who this new student was. But he wasn't mentioned, for now, which relieved him greatly. His name didn't crop up often on the blog, to the point that sometimes he thought that he'd get forgotten about - something that he had conflicting feelings about - but whenever it did, he found it hard to show up and face others.

Nicholas closes the blog post and lock his phone, glancing up as he hears someone approach and talk to him. He glances over the other student's outfit, appreciating the suit, and being quite drawn to the mask. It was so creative, and he had an idea as to who it was behind the mask, but he decided not to make any vocal guesses to the other student's identity, just in case he was wrong - and he figured that everyone was meant to not know or figure out who anyone else was anyway. "It is, indeed." Nicholas replied, and smiled softly, before taking a sip of his drink. "They really out-do themselves, don't they?" he asked, referring to the decorations that had transformed the venue, and just the event in general.

[valkyrie,]

【 ♕ 】 ──── 𝑲𝑶𝑹𝒀 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑨 𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺
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❝ 𝒊’𝒎 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊’𝒎 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 ❞
【 queen bee of constance billard 】 ⋆ 【 eighteen 】 ⋆ 【 her house > party 】 ⋆ 【 taggs: violet 】


"this or this?" the queen bee asked the stylist, who her mother paid to help her get ready for the party. this was an important party of the year, plus she needed to make an impression on the students she has never seen. her first gown was gold embellished, reached her ankles. it was heavenly, but she wanted to add more white to the outfit. the second gown fitted her request as it was more modest of an outfit. kory selected the white and gold caped gown for her masqurade dress. she was helped to put on the long gown; it was zipped up in the back and fitted her figure perfectly. kory walked over to her wall mirror; the cape was longer than the gown. it wasn't as much gold as the first one, however she enjoyed it. next, kory picked up a pair of gold heels to match her gown. the heels added her a bit of height to her look. finally, the stylist loosened up the curls in her hair so that they will fall on her shoulder.

after a few minutes, kory glanced at her phone, read the time, and panicked. she was already late to the last party of the summer. the girl grabbed her clutch and left her bedroom. her dress dragged on the floor as she rushed down the stairs to her ride. yes, running in heels were very difficult but she managed to not trip and fall. the doorman opened up the door for kory as she left the building. a bright red rolls royce was waiting outside; it was her father's and she was lucky to have it passed down to her. the chauffeur closed the car door when kory was in the back. pulling out her phone, the queen bee tapped on the gossip girl post.

of course, ms. anders was mentioned on the gossip girl blast. it was common for her and she didn't let it go to her head. most of the rumors weren't true anyway. according to the blast, she committed a hit and run; it didn't seem like her, but she would do it if she didn't like that certain person. kory shoved her phone into her clutch and waited to get to the masqurade. noticing something, the queen bee had forgotten her mask for the party. the girl groaned until there was a box passed back to her by the driver. "your father wanted me to give it to you, in case you forgotten your original," the driver commented after kory quickly grabbed the box. opening the box, it was an white, feathered mask with gold outlines. she placed the mask on her face and released the elastic band. it was a slight pinch, but it wasn't as painful as she thought.

arriving at the hotel, kory grinned at the light on the roof. her party was all the way at the top. the chauffeur opened the door for kory, held her hand to help her out, and received a thanks from the wealthy girl. kory sighed as she made her way up to the party. but when she entered, it was already plenty of people there. it wasn't uncommon to see wealthy people, just like her, at the party. it was a beautiful scenery; hell was presented in red. students were dressed as hell is some of the most extra ways. then, there was heaven. it was pleasant, with it's white design. her brown eyes scanned the room before seeing a blonde haired girl. hopefully, she would be able to figure out who the girl was. kory strolled over to the girl and grinned, "you look extremely lovely!" the queen bee complimented her.