xoxo - closed

[aurora.borealis]

'Hey Upper East Siders, it's been a minute. I hope you've all been misbehaving because I'm back,
and ready to get my hands dirty uncovering all of the scandals of Manhattan's Elite. I've missed
you all, and let's face it, you know you've missed me.

XOXO Gossip Girl'

Gone are the days of Chuck Bass and Serena van der Woodsen, but the streets of the Upper East Side are still abuzz with news of scandal and drama. With the return of Gossip Girl, Manhattan's Elite are at risk of being exposed for who they truly are - the question is, who are they? 20 years have passed since the unmasking of Dan Humphrey, but the work of Gossip Girl is far from over. It's the next generation's turn now, and the hierarchy lives on.

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I suppose by now, you all know that Tess and Nick's rules are also to be regarded - meaning that this roleplay should not contain romance over a PG-13 rating, and if it gets to that point, you should fade to black. Also, violence shouldn't get too gory or intense. However, these two things are seriously encouraged in this roleplay, as they're known to fuel drama c:

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The girls at Constance Billard are notoriously beautiful, smart and motivated. What motivates them, however, is specific to the individual. Minions are known to be social climbers, while the bookworm pushes to be the best academically. The hierarchy is what keeps everything in order, and it's the Queen Bee's job to make sure that everybody knows their place - that's not to say that she doesn't have enemies looking to overthrow her.

Queen Bee - valkyrie, - Kory Monica Anders
Free Spirit - Aurora_Borealis - Flora Dwyer
Minion {1} - PrincessR - Taylor Johnston
Hellkite - valkyrie, - D'andrea Zoya Richard
Bookworm - moonlight, - Saffron Mae Wynters
Rebel - Ally~In~Wonderland - name
Athlete - anne. - Violet Hayes

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The boys at St. Jude's don't care about the hierarchy - in fact the majority of them are just here for a good time, though that should come as no surprise considering who their parents are. Still, their actions have had consequences, namely the nicknames they have been so fondly given by Gossip Girl.

Pretty Boy - Consulting_Angel - Nicholas Womack
Playboy - winter. - Emerson Wolfe
The Transfer - winter. - Kahelo Archer
Gambler - belle reve - Marco Grant Luchesse
Artist - ski mask - Andrew Song
Class Clown - anne. - Finnegan Rose
Geek - .edawnie. - Kiyhun Hwang

[aurora.borealis]

This roleplay needs a Gossip Girl, and I'm currently accepting applicants! If you think that your character has the perfect motive to meddle with the lives of the Upper East Siders attending St. Jude's and Constance Billard, then please drop me a message with a draft GG blast, and the reason you think you'd make the perfect Gossip Girl.

This roleplay is currently OPEN / CLOSED

[aurora.borealis]

Are you a devil or an angel?

It's time for the annual masquerade party at the Waldorf, and this year's theme pays homage to the legendary Chuck Bass. Saints and sinners alike will be attending, but knowing who is who will be near impossible. That's alright though, because whatever happens will always come out in the wash. You can kiss a stranger in a mask, but be wary, you could be kissing your worst enemy and one way or another, Gossip Girl will find out about it.

The party itself will be held on the roof of the hotel, with half being decorated to represent Hell, and half representing Heaven. Hell is covered in lush red silk drapes, with canopy beds dotted around to act as seating, and fire pits for decoration (or warmth - depending on how your dressed). Heaven has white, feathered bean bags, translucent white netting and flowers adorning each and every beam. Bars are available on each side of the party, and will serve drinks that are specific to Heaven or Hell, (think creamy, light drinks for the light side, and scotch for the dark).

The party marks the end of the Summer break, with the doors of St Jude's and Constance Billard opening to students for the first time since they closed earlier on in the year. Try to drink steadily, Upper East Siders, being hungover on the first day of term is no longer considered cool.

Things to remember:
- This is a masked party - knowing who every single
person is will be nearly impossible.
- It's taking place the day before everybody starts at
school so anything that happens at the party will be
discussed in great length the day after. So basically
cause drama!
- Guests at the party will be able to use the hotel
suites free of charge.

[PrincessH]

taylor "tay" johnston|| at the masquerade || tags ; ; open

Seemingly the first to arrive of Manhattan's elite as the brunette descended into the party, sporting a black corset which could be considered as boarderline lingerie; the delicate red lace detail allowing her tanned skin just to peep through. Even in one of the most daring of outfits, she radiated confidence in the way she carried herself, face hidden behind a red and gold mask, beautiful blues sparking from behind it. The devil had arrived with a licence to kill.

Positioning herself at the bar, she ordered a cosmopolitan, a devious drink to suit its consumer. Blood red lipstick stain imprinted on the glass as her lips touched it, taking in the beautiful decor of the expensive venue. The idea of masks excited her, how would she recognise any of her "friends". Her head rested ever so lightly on her hand leaning towards the bar as she panned the room, like a tigress staking out its prey.

[Consulting_Angel]

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

He hated being early, but he hated being late even more, so out of the two, Nicholas was quite glad that he'd arrived when he did, considering there were very few others that had arrived. At least he wouldn't be stared at by loads of people if he had been late, now. He instinctively smoothed down the lapel of his formal blazer, even though he didn't need to. His outfit was a white suit, with the only other colours being a pale gold waistcoat and tie, and dark brown dress shoes. Then, he brought his hand up to his mask - which was a three-quarter white, with intricate gold detailing in various places on it, and feathers adorning one side of the mask, almost as if it was a wing - as if to make sure it was fixed securely.

Nicholas was not usually one for parties, but he did have to admit that they were fun, and getting a chance to casually socialise with the other elites was something he could not miss. He always felt that he had to prove that he belonged among them by attending, so that was what he did. Nicholas moved over to the bar on the 'Angel side', and ordered himself a strawberries and cream cocktail, which he figured would last him the night comfortably - and anything else would likely just be a lemonade mixed with pineapple or strawberry juice.

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calling the boy nervous would be an understatement and he had no idea why he was so nervous. his hand was practically shaking as he rung the doorbell to floras penthouse and was almost taken back when a butler answered the door. he could feel the judgemental eyes staring right into his soul. "hi there." he said with his hands tucked into the pockets of his white suit. the man remained silent as he held the door open for him to come in. "do you speak or?" he asked as he walked through the door was even amazed just by the entrance of the girl's penthouse. his blue eyes took in the whole surroundings from the white paint on the walls to the fresh flowers in vases. "well this makes me feel dumb for getting her flowers since she has so many." why he was still talking to the man when he wasn't saying a word back was a question to even himself. he could feel the man's eyes judging everything about him from how his hair was styled to the clothes he was wearing. "is the outfit too much? I thought it kinda suited me." he was wearing an all-white suit with a gold tie and other gold accessories. "I even got a cool watch," he said lifting his sleeve to show it to him. "And you don't care," he said lowering his arm and placing his hands back into his pockets. "do they pay you not to talk there's no way I would survive." and by the look, he got he knew the man agreed with him.

finally, the man leads him toward the direction he was assuming was the free-spirited bedroom before giving him one last what he swore was a warning and a dirty look all in one stare before bowing and walking away. "thank you and have a nice day." he called after him before walking into her room. "I'm almost positive he doesn't like me." her room was just as impressive as the rest of the house. her room was definitely bigger than the previous house he lived in. he knew she was in the bathroom still getting ready so he just wandered around her room taking in every detail from the silk sheets on her bed to the pictures she had of herself on the wall. her room was neat and organized and he knew for a fact it wasn't from her cleaning it. she had to have a maid somewhere in this giant building.

he instantly smelled Chinese food and turned to the direction of the smell and saw it set out on a small table in the center of the room. how she remembered it was his favorite blew his mind but he knew it wasn't a guess knowing her. they have only been hanging out for maybe three weeks now but the two of them got so close it was starting to scare the life out of him. he went from never talking to a girl for more than a week to waiting by his phone for a call or text from her every minute of his day. he made it clear when they started hanging out more than once in one day how he was and set many boundaries because he didn't want to hurt let alone date her because he actually valued his friendship and there was no way he would be able to stay faithful to her. even set a boundary of she couldn't even hug him but of course, she followed none of them.

he didn't even give it a second thought before sitting on the floor at the table and started eating. he couldn't help himself. many wondered how he was so fit with how much he ate. his blue orbs wandered to the direction of the bathroom and through the crack he could see she was already in her fitted white dress and from just that small glimpse he knew once she walked out she was gonna take his breath away. "so I'm assuming we're gonna be late?" he said with a mouth full of food. he was such a gentleman when he ate. it wasn't really a question more of a statement because there is no way she had her hair and makeup already done but he didn't mind waiting where there was food involved.

"so I heard people talking about this person named gossip girl and I guess she's making posts about me online?" he was new to this life he had no idea who this person was but he was liking her already. "I know it has to be about me because I guess she's upset that she doesn't even know my real name since I give out so many false ones." he placed a napkin in his lap because there was no way he was gonna get a stain on this suit. he didn't bother bringing a mask since practically no one knew who he was, to begin with so he felt he was mystery enough. "does she just dish out everyone's dirty secrets because I would live for that." it was no secret the boy loved attention just by looking at his suit.

he used his fork to pick up a piece of orange chicken from one of the plates before popping into his mouth. he opened the bottle of champagne on the table and poured them both a glass. he got up from his spot on the floor and headed toward the bathroom floor. he used one hand to cover his eyes before holding the glass through the crack in the door. he would be lying he swore he was stealing peeks at her through the cracks between his fingers. "to us," he said starting a toast. "about to kill this party with our good looks and a moment of silence for all the food about to be consumed by us."

the previous day the two spent the whole day picking out their outfits all the way to the watch on his hand to the socks he was wearing with his all white shoes. he lived for shopping even before his parents suddenly became rich. he used to even go to thrift shops to make sure he always looked rich even though he wasn't. he was way too excited when he found out they would be moving to a way bigger house and he would get to attend st judes. his first day at the school would be tomorrow and he wasn't nervous at all. since his first week living on this part of town he already made a name for himself even though only maybe two people knew his actual name. he had no reason why he gave false identities but it was quite fun for him to pretend to be someone he wasn't. flora was the first person he was ever honest to from the beginning and he had no reason why. he guessed he just felt comfortable with her from the start. they have been on way too many foods dates the past week. they weren't even actual dates but he had no clue what else to call them besides that.

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the playboy was standing in front of the giant full sized mirror in his bedroom taking in his whole appearance from the styling of his hair all the way down to the black shoes on his feet. he was in a red suit with black detailing on the jacket and just plain black slacks. he didn't even bother with a tie for this event because he was planning on losing it halfway through in one of the many suites provided to them. fitting of the theme of saint and sinners and there was so question about what category the boy fell into and he wasn't gonna even try and act like he was an angel when he was far from it. he knew there would a special place in hell for him when the time came and it kinda made him laugh at the thought because many say he would give Satan himself a run for his money.

once he was pleased with his appearance he grabbed his wallet and phone off his nightstand and placed them into his pocket. the last thing he grabbed was his all-black watch and fastened it onto his right wrist. he headed out the door and down to the limo that has been waiting for him outside for at least over an hour because the playboy was never onto for anything in his life. the driver opened the door for him but he didn't even bother thanking him. inside he found a glass of champagne already waiting for him and he helped himself to a drink of it as he waited for them to arrive at the famous Waldorf hotel which chuck bass opened in honor of his beautiful wife. he wouldn't be able to hold up enough fingers on each hand with how many comparisons people made between him and bass himself. many swore he had to be an offspring of his.

emerson didn't bother bringing a date. he wasn't into all of that because then they would expect him to follow them around the whole night and only grace her with his appearance and that just wasn't on the agenda tonight or any night for that matter. once the limo pulled in front o the hotel the driver opened the door for him and he got out and straightened his suit and placed his black mask on his face and tied it making sure there was no way for it to come out. he listened to the door close behind him and the limo drove off. he looked up to the top of the hotel and could see white lights on the rooftop. he has been to this hotel many times but he was still loved all the detail chuck bass put into it and how big it was compared to all the others around it.

once the doors were opened he headed inside and took in the whole downstairs of the building. it was spilt in half between the angel's section and the saints. the angel side was decked out in white and gold everywhere all the way from the color of the chairs and the silk that hung beautifully from the ceiling. the saint side was almost identical but the colors were instead black and red and had a more sinister feel to it. he would for sure be mingling between both sections of the parties. he wasn't into the whole mask aspect of the party because he would like to know who he was speaking to throughout the night because of course there was always people he avoided because they just annoyed him or had less personality than a rock which was saying something for sure.

he made his way to the bar that placed in the middle of the giant ballroom and ordered his usual drink. he leaned his back against the bar and glanced around the room with his blue eyes through the mask when he noticed someone else sitting at the bar beside him. she had dark brunette hair was sporting an outfit that even made him question her self worth. she was in a black and red corset and she made sure it fits all her curves correctly. he even noticed the red lipstick perfectly placed on her lips and now stained the glass that was sitting in front of her on the counter. the girl definitely wasn't leaving anything about her body for someone to guess on. "someone doesn't lack self-confidence." he said his eyes not even lingering on her anymore as his eyes scanned the ballroom. music was already blasting and the party was already in full swing so he wasn't even entirely sure she would hear his comment but it wasn't like he was trying to have a full blown conversation anyways.

his attention was once again directed at the bar when his drink was placed on the counter. he raised the glass to his lips and told the man to put it on his tab even though the person had no idea who he was and he wasn't about to blow his identity now over a simple drink. with a drink, in hand, his eyes once against scanned the ballroom and landed on a sign on the elevator stating there was also something going on at the rooftop of the building and that was about the only thing grabbing his attention at the moment. he finished his drink in one swallow and felt it burn down his throat before sitting it on the counter and thanking the server before heading toward the elevator. once inside he grinned at the girl he left at the bar daring her to come and join him as the doors closed.

when the doors opened once more he walked out of it with his hands placed lazily into his pockets. the upstairs was sadly decorated just like down stairs but he enjoyed the stars shinning above in the dark sky. he glanced up at them for a moment before focusing back on the party around him. he once again got a drink before going to the edge of the building and glancing down to the ground below and watched for someone to arrive to grab his attention and make this night interesting.

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taylor "tay" johnston|| The roof top || tags ; ; Emerson

The brunette crossed her tanned bare legs over delicately, prada heels dangling from her feet. Almost a better fit for "Devil Wears Prada" than Lindsay Lohan. She enjoyed wearing heels, somehow they made her feel more important, more powerful. Perhaps she just enjoyed looking down on people. Every sip of the strong vodka infused cocktail burned her throat, in a way, that was just how she liked it. Eyes flickered to the attention of a young man who had approached on her right. Broad shoulders, dark hair, taller than her, although that wasn't hard; he was ticking some boxes. The way he looked at her at first, sizing her up, would have been enough to make anyone slightly uncomfortable. But she wasn't just anyone.

She watched as the masked man ordered, she often judged people on their drink. Her conclusion; he was dangerous. His unexpected comment made a slight devious grin come across her face, but her eyes looked forward, both seemed keen not to be caught staring. His voice sounded vaguely familiar, although no distinct identity crossed her mind. She didn't say anything at first, just finished her drink after he spoke. The gent walked into her direct vision and into the elevator directly in front of her. She was intrigued, exchanged a sweet as honey smile, hinting 'you wish' and turned back towards the bar while he could still see her through the closing doors. Almost to keep him guessing if she considered whether or not he was worth her time.

Ordering another drink she waited a considerable amount of time before she stepped off the bar seat, to keep him waiting. Lifting the cosmopolitan delicately by the stem of the glass she walked into the lift, which had come back down to the floor the party was being held on quite a few minutes ago. Taylor joined him on the rooftop, walking over to him as if she was born with six inch heels on her feet, as if it was the most natural thing to her. She set her drink down and leaned her elbows on the edge of the building, the stone felt sharp against her bare arms. The cold air nipping at her exposed shoulders.

"And why wouldn't I be?" A fairly serious tone, showing she had complete faith in what she was saying. Her eyes looked into the distance beyond the building, still not meeting his. She slightly grinned to herself. Game on.