half agony, half hope.

i'd rather be home eating mac n' cheese.

[rookiexpalladinoxrp]

“Come on..” Chloe murmed quietly, walking up and down in the lobby. After her fifth try to call her mother without success, she gave up and let herself fall down on a small sofa nearby. “Damn it.”

[aitanajazmin]

“He’s totally cheating on you, Susan. Tell him to fuck himself and get hot. In your room. Or the pool. But I’m trying to memorize lines here.

[gwenmiller-blog1]

Gwen rushed over to the coffee table, fumbling around, oblivious to what ‘room thing’ meant. The blonde then stopped and scratched her head, “I don’t think I could get you coffee at this time, but is water okay?”

[aitanajazmin]

"Bro, I hate coffee. Coffee is the worst. What are you on? I thought everyone here knew how much I cannot drink coffee. Coffee," Aitana chuckles, entertained by the word. "I feel like I should go to my room but last time I did that, I spent half an hour sticking the room thing in the plant next to my door and... Wait. Who are you?"

[allison-lemon]

Allison looks up from her phone at the sound of the groan, then realises that the girl is talking to her. “Oh, you’re talking to me? Um, sure.” Obviously the girl is being quite rude, but she’s also clearly hungover, and Allison knows that situation all too well. She gets up from her seat and pushes the items towards their owner. “I don’t think we can do much about the light, if I’m honest… I think you’ll have to take that complaint up with the sun. Sorry.”

[aitanajazmin]

Aitana is one of those lucky girls that can get a hangover while still being drunk, and she hates every second of her existence. Her nights out are long enough without that little annoying fact. “Do you have their number? I will fight them so hard. Also thanks.” She says as a second thought, taking her phone and blindly searching for the Home button. "Yo Siri, text my dad that he's going bald and looks ugly," she says as she tries sitting up on the couch. "Anyway. Can you imagine if the room thingies were like, not cards? I don't know. Dinosaur shaped. Fuck, it would be super rad if they were key shaped. Why do I have to think for every person in the world?" she complains to the girl in front of her, so close to pouting she would punch herself in the face if she was aware of it.

[brie-harlow-blog]

“I like the sound of your name.” Brie said with a sincere smile. “Yeah, Brie Harlow, which I’ve been told sounds like a strippers name. At least yours is weird but classy. But yeah, that’s me on the radio.” She still blushed at the thought of people, even famous people, hearing her on the radio. 

[aitanajazmin]

“It does sound like a stripper name,“ Aitana agreed. "But they get paid well and have great moves. If my boobs were bigger I could have started there," she deadpanned, pretty sure that she was succeeding in that particular social interaction. "Are you working on something new, then? You guys always are".

[jasonprescotts-blog]

“I would but its not part of my job.”

[aitanajazmin]

“Wooow grumpy,“ Aitana shields her eyes with her arm and opens one to look at the man. "What is part of your job, then?”

[elise-huntington-blog]

“What, can’t I just come by and say hi to my most favorite person ever?”

[aitanajazmin]

Aitana looks at Elise with surprise, mouthing a swear word her manager keeps asking her to drop before it becomes a problem during interviews. “I’ll call you back,” she quickly tells the person on the other side of the line before hanging up and standing to hug her friend. “What- ohmygod - you asshole! What are you doing here? Don’t tell me, I know, but Jefferson voice whaaat?!

[maevesargent]

Maeve forces a smile at the girl, trying her hardest not to let out a rude comment on the customer’s behaviour. “Just wondering if I can take your order, miss.” 

[aitanajazmin]

Aitana raises her eyebrows. “Oh, right, I...” She realizes she hasn’t even opened the menu, too caught up on her call with her manager. “That was a joke, by the way. I’m not-yeah. It’s like-” she takes a breath, urging her brain to catch up. “Is there a special, or something? Something with no gluten or added sugars?”

[brie-harlow-blog]

“Not at all, I’d be happy to share since there’s plenty to go around.” Brie replied, waving for the girl to join her before raising her hand to her eyes to guard from the cameras flashing outside. “You’re Aitana Jazmin, right?” 

[aitanajazmin]

Aitana scrunched up her nose, getting comfortable in the chair and nodding slowly. "And the world will never let me forget, apparently,” she let out, and gave the people outside a sideway glance. “They said my first and last name sounded weird together, so here I am. Brie, right? You’re always on the radio.”

[aitanajazmin]

“Can we, for the love of God, turn the lights off?” Aitana groans to no one, too hungover to open her eyes for more than five seconds at a time. “Hey you! Can you fetch me my room thing and phone?” She points to the articles at the end of the coffee table, ten inches away from her hand. ”I could do coffee right now, too. I’ll just lay here and wait. Here’s good. Thanks.”

[brie-harlow-blog]

“That’s true, this dress if pretty cute… so they found me at a decent enough time. But I just wanna drink my coffee in peace. Maybe we can make security get rid of them?” 

[aitanajazmin]

"In my experience, members of the staff are usually the ones that let them inside in the first place. And if we try and do anything, Perez Hilton will have our heads in the morning. Mind if I sit with you? Share the pain?”

[aitanajazmin]

TASK #1

B A S I C S

FULL NAME: Aitana Jazmín Miranda.

NICKNAME: None.

AGE: 21 years old.

DATE OF BIRTH:  June 9th, 1994.

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Gemini.

ETHNICITY: White.

CITIZENSHIP: Portuguese, but she’s a Green Card holder.

HOMETOWN:  Vimioso, Portugal.

RESIDENCE: Los Angeles, California.

OCCUPATION: Actor.

FAMILY MEMBERS: Fabricio Miranda (father. 41), Clara Santiago (mother, 39).

A P P E A R A N C E

WEIGHT:  117 pounds.

HEIGHT:  5 ft 5½ in.

EYE COLOR: Dark brown.

HAIR COLOR: Dark brown.

HAIR LENGTH: Medium.

BUILD: Slim.

SCAR(S): One on her right arm, next to her elbow.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURE(S):  -

DOMINANT HAND: Left hand.

P E R S O N A L I T Y   T R A I T S

POSITIVE: honest, humorous, passionate.

NEGATIVE:  impulsive, fiercely independent, private.

I N D I C A T O R S

ALIGNMENT: Chaotic neutral.

MBTI: INTP.

TEMPERAMENT: Choleric.

F A V O R I T E S

FOOD: Pasta.

DRINK: Water.

SNACK: Grapes.

COLOR: Blue.

SEASON: Winter

MEMORY: Afternoons reading with her late aunt, Angela.

BAND: Coldplay.

SONG: Shake It Out - Florence + The Machine.

BOOK: Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Caroll.

MOVIE: Mulan.

TV SHOW: Brooklyn 99.

[aitanajazmin]

For Aitana, that Shakespeare quote about people being born great, achieving greatness or having greatness thrust upon them was quite the driving force for years. A quiet one. While she believed that she might make it into the first category, achieving greatness was the only thing in her mind since the moment she understood what it meant. 

Clara Ventura and Fabricio Miranda met when he was a college freshman and she was a high school senior, and their story together began with him dating one of Clara’s closest friends. The fact that he left said friend for Clara should have been enough of a warning sign to make her realize he was never going to make it past his player ways, but love is a strange thing that gets even the smartest of people on their knees, and during Clara’s third year in college, she gets pregnant with Aitana. It was hard work, dealing with a child and college, but they all made it out on top. Or so they thought. Fabricio certainly had different ideas. His whole life, he had wanted to be a cop. His major? Political Science. Nothing made sense. But he showed up at Clara’s dorm on his graduation day, a ticket to Lisbon in one hand and a suitcase in the other. He left that day, and Clara swore he would never get close to her or their daughter again. She was about to be a lawyer, of course she could take care of her kid and herself. Sure, Vimioso wasn’t a big town, never would be, but she was ready to take on any challenge. Fast forward to a year later, when Fabricio comes back and begs her to take him back. He got a job it in the city, and they can have the life they always wanted in Lisbon. Clara says yes, instead of saving herself all of the future heartbreak this decision brought to her life.

There’s not a lot to say about Aitana’s childhood, not really. Unless you want to talk about her first theatre role in her Catholic school at the age of five, or the change from small town kid with her grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins as her neighbours to girl in Lisbon with a single aunt living close to her family’s place. Acting is something she does as second nature, on and off for years, fully realizing that that’s when her heart feels happiest. When she’s fifteen, she gets really into the English language, and by age seventeen she’s as proficient as it gets in Portugal, with no classes or teachers but thanks to her reading habits, which is something she learned from Aunt Angela. During her last year in high school, she decides to put her English knowledge to use and chooses International Studies as her future major, instead of pursuing her silent dream of acting. Going to the US is an impossible dream, and so is surviving as an actor. Her family doesn’t get to take chances when it is about money. So she settles, and accepts that she will have to put her dream aside. It’s just not worth it. She wants greatness, and financial stability, and acting is too risky. But just one month before she graduates, tragedy strikes and it is like her fairly uncomplicated life turns into a complete mess. Aunt Angela passes away, and Aitana inherits everything she ever owned. Suddenly she has an apartment, a car, enough books to have a library of her own, and a check for 10k dollars from her aunt’s workplace. She finds out her parents have been separated for a year, because her dad has been cheating on her mom for as long as they have been in Lisbon. Her college application falls through. Her bike gets stolen. It seems like the entire world is out to get her, and the moment she turns eighteen she deposits all of her money into a bank account and takes a plane to LAX. There’s no going back, she’s going to be a professional actor.

It’s not easy, obviously. Her tourist Visa doesn’t let her do much, other than going to auditions and hoping for someone to pick her up and get their studio to sponsor her. No agent will pick her up because she has never been casted, and no one will cast her because she doesn’t have an agent. She’s burning through her savings faster than she could have imagined, and she has exactly 500 dollars to her name, not even enough to go back to Portugal, when pilot season is about to end. So Longbeach comes out of nowhere. She’s cast as a supporting character, and things start picking up. A work Visa, an apartment where she can shower with hot water, fresh food in the freezer. Production facilitates a car. Her life’s never been better. Suddenly that easy to turn town eighteen year old is twenty and going to premiere parties, meeting casting directors and producers, taking selfies with famous people. Longbeach only gets one season, because nobody wants to watch yet another TV show about horny teenagers, but she makes it in about five “Newcomers your should pay attention to” lists. She auditions for the Royale Saga, and her life gets out of control. In a positive way. Aitana lands the lead, and she gets a fanbase. People recognize her on the street. Hell, she poses for actual magazines. It’s no longer her scrapping every penny for head-shots, but people paying her to take photos of her face. She has an agent, and a publicist, and a stylist, and an entire team she had no idea was needed. Her life is going great.

She gets to Royal Haven because with great power comes great responsibility, and all that. Her life is not hers anymore. If her team says this, or that, or if production needs her to jump, that’s what she does. No questions allowed. Everything feels controlled, and it was real fun in the beginning, but not being able to do this or that just because starts getting on her nerves. Justin Bieber doesn’t go through all of the bullshit she does. Royale’s second movie is in production, which means she has to spend all of her time in LA. She’s still not rich enough to buy one of those expensive, overrated houses famous people love, but her team doesn’t want her somewhere cheap either, so they bug production until they provide her with an amazing suite in the best place. Production loves to be “funny”. So, Royal Haven. She spends a lot of time rolling her eyes. Her dream was to act, not necessarily to be famous. She’s trying to find her balance, between what she wants and what comes with the job, but sometimes when she’s alone in her room getting drunk on expensive wine that tastes just like the supermarket ones, with no one to talk to because what are friends in such a vicious industry, she feels like her easy Lisbon life was the best thing to ever happen. Then again, she’s living her dream. And people will have to take that away from her dead, cold hands. Getting free stuff and special treatment might be better than being able to go out in pyjamas, maybe.

Aitana’s life has been riddled with so many life changing coincidences she wouldn’t be able to honestly say she’s not one of the luckiest persons alive, but at the moment, she’s just trying to get through the complicated life of a kid dropping everything they had to be famous, succeding and then realizing that there are things they could do without.

[taz-manian-devil-blog1]

“If you could be any animal what would you be?”

[aitanajazmin]

“... Uh? An octopus, they’re smart and overall pretty. Now will you tell me what you want me to sign? I appreciate the effort but it isn’t necessary.”

[audenleonard]

“I just had the worst experience of my life trying to clean a guest’s room. Somehow, someway, a goddamn bee got trapped in there and practically terrorized me for a good half an hour. I broke half the room and now my paycheck is going to be nonexistent, but I killed the fucking thing. I need therapy.”

[aitanajazmin]

“I don’t... think that’s legal. I’m staying here for a while, for the love of God don’t trash my things. Just... skip my room. That’ll do.”

[brielarsonist]

[brie-harlow-blog]

“I’ve been here ten minutes and the paparazzi have already found me. So much for a vacation…” 

[aitanajazmin]

“On the bright side, if you like your outfit you don’t have to take a picture of it yourself. At this point I only stand them because... I’m lying. I don’t.”

[aitanajazmin]

“So I’m telling my friend that I’m a Hannah on the streets but Miley in the sheets when Beyoncé fucking cackles in the table next to ours and I start freaking out because I’m gonna be an Oscar winner in...“ Aitana puts her phone down, looking annoyed. “I’m sorry, did you need something?”