𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈 !

amelie haley torres. twenty - four. ballet arts @ holloway.

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      💀  * [ sofia carson + cis woman + she/her ] —— have you met amelie torres? they are a twenty-four year old sophomore currently studying ballet arts. they live on farrow house, and word around campus is that this aquarius is creative + indepenent, as well as stubborn + assertive. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. flowers pressed in a journal, riding the city bus alone, and giving out little origami animals to strangers .  [ ooc: opossum. 18. she/they & est. ]

      — hey !! i am so so unbelievably excited to get started in this rp, you have absolutely no idea !! i’m opossum, i’m eighteen, and i’m sure u don’t wanna hear about me, so let’s get directly into amelie !!

𝐵  𝐴  𝑆  𝐼  𝐶   ╱  𝐹  𝐴  𝐶  𝑇  𝑆    

    𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟  𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘  :  amelie haley torres         𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗦  :  ames, emmie, ballerina           𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥  :  cis woman        𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦  :  she / her                   𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘  𝗢𝗙  𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛  :  january 29, 1996              𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧  :  five foot and four inches              𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬  :  homosexual / homoromantic               𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘  𝗧𝗢𝗪𝗡  :  salento, colombia

born and raised in the small and colourful town of salenta, colombia

ever since she was young, amelie had always shown an interest in dance. mainly in ballet. watching the girls in their leotards and flowy tutus, she knew that’s what she wanted for herself. 

and so ballet was started, small classes of about six girls and an instructor because it was all the small town needed. her parents were happy to enroll her 

her parents on the other hand, were alright. she didn’t have some sort of traumatic backstory that has shaped her into the person she is now, there just wasn’t... much warmth. it’s not that they didn’t love her, neither of them were just not very good at showing it. they had her very young and were never taught exactly how to be parents. but she loves them, dearly so. they’re her everything. 

amelie excelled greatly at ballet. a gift her parents, nor even herself, knew about. it wasn’t hard to be the top of her class out of just six girls, but boy did she ever. ever since that, her and her family had decided that ‘hey. maybe there was something in this’ and so her practices became more and more intense. it began to take over her entire life. everything she did and breathed was ballet

aside from ballet, amelie picked up a few hobbies. the main one being origami. she loved it, and loved creating little creatures. she’d make them for her friends, for strangers, or she’d leave them around in public places so that somebody would find them and hopefully get a smile

it’s something she still does, leaving origami critters in the library and the courtyard. dropping a little origami owl down by somebody who’s studying with a kind smile

she’s also a total hopeless romantic. falling in love with every one that opened a door for her, or helped her pick her books up off the floor. 

because of her excel in ballet, she actually ended up coming to holloway on a scholarship. she’s worked incredibly hard to be here, and while the m*rders are scaring the shit out of her, it’s not scaring her enough to flee the school. this was an opportunity she couldn’t bare to miss out on.

you can usually find her by the lake, working in her journal w pressed flowers or another little origami friend. 

she also works as a lil waitress !

she’s got a little sister named lillian, and she’s amelie’s everything. she always checks up on her, and wishes her well. carries a photo of her in her wallet

can’t drive. is a stupid gay. takes the bus everywhere and feels like she’s in a coming of age teen movie

she’s very guarded, and a bit stubborn. she means well, honestly. would make a 10/10 friend. be her friend

because of the pressure of ballet that her parents pushed her, she’s become very domineering and everything usually has to be her way or the highway. not in a negative way, just that she needs to be Large and In Charge

anyway,,, uh. she’s still very much a new muse and this is all bare bones. i can’t want to flesh her out a bit more and get some more plots going !!! if u like this, i’ll come bombard your ims 

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𝗰𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗹,  𝗮𝗷𝗮𝘅

         what a night ! he couldn’t have phrased it any better himself .  “ nuh - uh . i was too busy with my giant table of businessmen that kept trying to one - up each other on ordering . the entire table racked up a three hundred dollar check , and i was super excited for the tip on that thing … ”  he pauses , fishing in the front pocket of his apron that he hadn’t taken off yet to reveal two measly bills . “ — six bucks . ”  he shakes his head , shoving the money back into his pocket .  “ i never mind , lee - lee . i wouldn’t let you walk home . ”  he pauses , voice a little bit lower , “ especially now . i mean , that’s … that’s insane , right ? ”

          ⥽  amelie  GASPS  at  the  sight  of  the  bills,  her  hand  coming  up  to  slap  over  her  mouth  to  hold  in  her  laughs.  ❝  SIX  bucks  ?!  my  god,  we  should  just  E A T  the  rich;  and  yes,  that  includes  your  little  girlfriend,  aj.  i  know  that  video  game  of  hers  is  racking  up  the  big  bucks — but  she’s  gotta  go  !  ❞  amelie  chuckles  again,  shaking  her  head  as  she  bumps  her  shoulder  against  aj’s.  the  playful  and  joking  air  between  them  gets  sucked  out  pretty  rapidly,  replaced  by  a  quiet  silence  as  she  follows  him  to  his  car.  ❝  yeah,  ❞  she  whispers,  thinking  of  charlotte  at  her  door - step  with  bruises  all  over  her  face  and  a  broken  ankle.  ❝  that’s  one  way  to  put  it.  ❞

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𝗿𝗼𝘆,  𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲

     “i am so sorry that i missed a few library dinners.” charlie said as she stood at the door of her friend’s dorm. it was maybe the first or second time she’d stepped out of her dorm since the attack – it was a good thing that they lived in the same building. “hopefully this will make up for it ?” she asked, holding up a big bag of takeout food she’d ordered on an app.  

          ⥽   amelie  gives  her  a  warm  smile,  thankful  to  see  the  younger  girl  outside  of  her  door.  she  would’ve  gone  and  seen  charlotte  herself,  but  she  was  sure  the  sophomore  was  already  being  SWAMPED  with  visitors,  so  amelie  would  simply  wait  for  the  other  to  come  around.  ❝  this  absolutely  makes  up  for  it;  don’t  worry.  c’mon  in,  i  just  dolled  up  the  couch — we  can  sit  and  eat  and  watch  something.  how’s  the  ankle  ?  ❞  mother  hen  instincts  kick  in  IMMEDIATELY,  helping  charlotte  into  her  room  and  shutting  the  door  behind  them.

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CLOSED  starter  for  @ajaxfm​   ⤹  location:  longhorn  steakhouse

          ⥽  shoving  her  apron  into  her  bag,  the  ballerina  SIGHS  as  she  looks  up  at  aj  walking  alongside  her.  ❝  what  a  NIGHT,  huh  ??  ❞  food  industry  was  a  nightmare,  in  her  oh  so  humble  opinion.  ❝  did  you  see  that  lady  that  literally  screamed  at  me  because  i  brought  them  the  wrong  order  ?  ❞  locking  the  front  doors  to  the  establishment,  she  drops  them  into  her  bag.  ❝  would  you,  uh...  would  you  mind  giving  me  a  ride  home,  aj  ?  ❞  usually,  amelie  would  just  walk,  but...  she’s  not  so  sure  how  she  feels  walking  home  ALONE  after  the  events  of  the  night  before.

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Sofia Carson in 1x08 of The Perfectionist

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𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗮,  𝘀𝗮𝗺

Sam was on his way back to his dorm from getting some food, completely lost in his thoughts when nearly ran into someone. He was quickly pulled out of his thoughts when he recognized Amelie as the girl who’d offered him an umbrella during a downpour once he was completely soaked a week ago. Despite the futility of it in the grand scheme of things, it was the thought that counted, and left a good impression on him of her as a person. He wished he had an umbrella now to shield him of all the curious stares he was getting today. “Hey,” he said, offering a small smile. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” he said, thankful that he didn’t crash into her.

          ⥽  to  say  she  was  WORRIED  was  an  understatement.  in  fact,  she  had  been  thinking  about  it  all  day.  every  class  she  attended,  the  thought  still  loomed  in  the  back  of  her  mind.  maybe...  maybe  she  should  go  home  ??  her  parents  had  already  expressed  their  worries  and  discomfort  of  amelie  attending  holloway,  and  tried  to  coax  her  back  to  the  colourful  town  of  salento.  ❝  don’t  even  worry  about  it.  ❞  she  offers  with  a  smile,  watching  him  for  a  moment.  she’s  SURE  sam  doesn’t  wanna  talk  about  it  (  i  mean,  she  sure  wouldn’t  )  so  she  doesn’t  ask.  ❝  happens  to  the  best  of  us.  ❞

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𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗿,  𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗻𝘆

benny   is   more   than   just   a   little   drunk   as   he   stumbles   across   the   uneven   terrain,   throwing   one   arm   around   the   person   that   had   the   misfortune   of   walking   by   as   the   other   held   a   death   grip   to   an   imported   bottle   of   vodka.   ❛   do   you   know   what   we   should   do   ?      ❜   he   asked,   eyes   shining   with   mischief   as   he   offered   the   other   a   smile.   ❛   go   skinny   dipping.   no   no   hear   me   out,   the   lake   is   like,   just   two   minutes   in   that   direction,   it   could   be   fun   !   ❜

          ⥽  her  face  FLUSHES  just  at  the  thought  alone,  cheeks  a  rosy  shade  of  red  as  she  looks  to  the  other  hanging  off  of  her  shoulder  for  what  seemed  like  dear  life. she  had  no  problem  with  holding  him  up,  deeming  herself  as  one  of  the  designated  sober  people  around  here;  just  to  make  sure  nobody  died  of  alcohol  poisoning.  ❝  i  don’t  think  i’ve  ever  skinny -  dipped  in  my  LIFE.  ❞  amelie  shakes  her  head,  waving  the  thought  away  as  she  wraps  an  arm  around  benny’s  waist.  ❝  we  should  sit  you  down.  ❞

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𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗲𝗻,  𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻

“Will you be my plus one for beer pong?” Ethan proposed as he got on one knee and produced a ping pong ball as an offering, He hoped the flashy gesture just might get them to agree to a game… or two. “I guarantee we’ll win and I promise I’ll even drink your cups if they manage to get any points on us,” Ethan promised trying to sweeten the deal. He’d had a beer or two already but that only sharpened his beer pong ability and the table had been calling his competitive side all night.. “So what do you say?” Ethan asked still grinning up at them. 

          ⥽  oh,  the  college  experience.  beer - pong  in  the  woods,  surrounded  by  equally  as  drunk  other  collge  students;  amelie  couldn’t  imagine  herself  ANYWHERE  else,  if  she  was  honest.  ❝  i  am  quite  literally  the  W O R S T  choice  for  beer  pong;  i  don’t  think  i’ve  ever  even  played  it  before  !  ❞  she  has  a  wide  grin  painted  to  her  face,  thinking  the  gesture  of  PROPOSING  with  the  ping  pong  ball  was  pretty  much  already  a  selling  point  for  her.  ❝  alright,  but  don’t  be  mad  when  i  absolutely  tank  us,  cause  i  warned  you  !  ❞

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sweet and pure asks

🐰- do you believe in soul mates?

💌- diary or journal?

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

💕- are you crushing on someone?

💋- kissing in the dark or kissing in the rain?

🐝- describe your aesthetic in emojis

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

💖- have you ever been in love?

🍰- strawberry or vanilla?

🍯- describe your favorite smell

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

🍪- cookie dough or cookies?

☕- coffee or tea?

🍃- would you rather live in a sea with mermaids or a forest with fairies?

🍂- what’s your middle name?

💫- what is your sun, moon, and rising sign?

🌧️- favorite thing to do on rainy days?

🍭- how tall are you?

💒- which show would you want to live in?

🎄- what is your favorite holiday?

🍦- what scented candle is your favorite?

🎶- favorite song right now?

💘- 3 ways to win your heart?

🍩- current mood?

❄️- what is your favorite season?

💍- your current relationship status?

📷- a photo of yourself

💅🏻- do you like being spoiled?

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

🦄- how do you perceive yourself?

🦋- how do you think others perceive you?

🌈- things I find attractive in girls/guys

🍓- one secret about yourself

🍒- how do you act when you have a crush?

💔- the reason behind your last breakup?

💬- what your last text message says?

🎥- what show are you currently binging on?

⛅- what is your morning routine?

💗- who do you miss?

🥀- last time you cried?

🎁- when is your birthday?

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?

💤- date someone younger, older, or same age as you?

🎀- any question you want

~~Not mine

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            — baby  i’m  just  tryna  be  HONEST.

amelie  torres  ask - box  /  cj  scaletta  ask  box

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𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀,  𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘁

each word that slips from the ballerina’s lips leaves winslet wanting more, the thrumming of her heart against her ribcage sounding louder than the drops of water colliding with the earth. the other’s theatrics are quick to reel the blonde’s attention, her eyes glinting with a joy so undecipherable, it would be a waste to try to emulate it into words. “my beautiful white knight— what would i do without you?” she is aware of their proximity, the way their shoulders brush ever so gently with each step that they take. she can’t help the way her cheeks grow warm with delight, lips fighting the urge to break into a smile. it would be a lie if winslet said she didn’t miss this, didn’t miss the way amelie looked at her— like she was actually worth something. “of course, i will! what are you in the mood for? are you going to the bonfire this weekend..?”

          ⥽  when  winslet  continues  up  her  bit,  amelie  feels  an  immeasurable  amount  of  JOY  in  her  chest.  even  after  the  break - up,  she  was  happy  she  could  still  call  winslet  a  friend.  even  if  something  still  lingered  in  the  back  of  their  minds  for  each  other,  that  didn’t  matter;  nothing  was  ever  awkward  between  them  and  that’s  all  amelie  could  ask  for.  ❝  why,  you’d  simply  go  m a d  without  me,  wouldn’t  you  ??  ❞  she  smiles  as  she  bumps  her  shoulder  against  the  blonde’s,  taking  a  moment  to  consider  what  she  wanted  to  eat.  ❝  i  think...  i  think  i  could  go  for  pizza.  like,  just  a  really  disgusting  and  greasy  pizza.  ❞  the  types  of  food  amelie  wasn’t  allowed  growing  up,  and  food  that  amelie  still  didn’t  really  eat  despite  being  on  her  own  now.  she  pauses  as  she  considers  winslet’s  question;  one  that  she  had  been  asking  HERSELF  for  a  little  while  now.  ❝  maybe,  i’m  not  sure  yet..  will  you  be  going  ?  ❞  amelie  tries  not  to  sound  EAGER  when  she  asks  in  return;  or  prove  how  winslet’s  answer  may  influence  her  own.

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𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗮,  𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮

there was a time a couple of short years ago when isadora would’ve instantly felt her guard go up hearing a girl as pretty as amelie say something like that to her ; where the words ‘ it’s big enough for both of us ’ would’ve been an instant trigger to her, made her feel that the extension of such a kindness was just an opportunity to bully and other her. but she’d put a lot of work into moving past middle and high school traumas while reinventing herself on her college campus , they were all adults here , after all. & it felt like a small personal victory to her when instead of any of that , she smiled naturally at the other girl and stepped over to duck underneath it with her , huddling in a bit , unafraid to take up space when offered to join . “ thank you so much . the second i stepped out of the house this morning i thought ‘ shit, should’ve grabbed my umbrella ’. it’s super cute and everything it’s like , bright pink , and i always forget it . ” she rambled on a bit .

          ⥽  amelie  listens  INTENTLY,  her  full  attention  on  the  girl  huddled  under  the  umbrella  with  her.  the  ballerina  was  one  to  ramble  herself  if  she  was  honest,  but  thankfully  she  usually  had  her  friend  around  who  knew  when  to  turn  her  o f f  button  on.  ❝  that  honestly  sounds  adorable.  you  should  show  me  sometime  !  i  know  it’s  that’s  such  a  weird  and  minuscule  thing  to  say,  but  i  love  umbrella’s  with  cutesy  designs.  it’s  the  little  things  to  appreciate,  y’know  what  i  mean  ?  ❞

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𝘀𝗮𝗲𝗹𝗶,  𝗱𝘆𝗹𝗮𝗻

      — -     a  rare,  but  not  unheard  of  smile  appeared  on  painted  lips,  watching  her  opposite  offer  the  shelter  of  the  large  umbrella  that  she  held  comfortably  in  her  hand.        ❛     you  know,  i  thought  i  TRUSTED  the  weather  app.     ❜     dylan  groaned  as  she  shuffled  under  the  umbrella.      ❛     emily,  right   ?     ❜     good  try,  dylan.

          ⥽  a  chuckle  leaves  amelie’s  lips,  glancing  up  at  the  dark  clouds  that  didn’t  show  a  single  sign  of  parting  any - time  soon.  ❝  the  weather  app  said  there  was  a  fifty  eight  percent  chance  for  rain.  ❞  she  hums  informatively,  offering  the  shelter  of  her  umbrella  to  the  other  girl.  ❝  no,  actually.  it’s  amelie.  but,  uh...  close  enough,  i  suppose.  ❞ 

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𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀,  𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘁

winslet was known to be in a perpetual state of unpreparedness. the rain was totally and completely unexpected, leaving the blonde to use her history book as means of protection from the heavy downpour. it wasn’t until she heard the sweetest melody coming from behind her that she straightened just a little bit, sapphire eyes focusing on honey brown ones she could easily get lost in should she just let herself. “oh, my HERO!” winslet cooed funnily, though her heart hammered slightly faster than normal. she figured it was all due to the surprise of seeing amelie out of everyone.. not because of anything else, of course. “i can’t bring myself to say no. do you want to grab lunch?”

          ⥽  a  wide  grin  paints  itself  to  the  ballerina’s  face,  easily  falling  into  a  quick  round  of  theatrics  with  the  blonde.  ❝  why,  my  darling,  of  course  !!  it  is  i,  your  faithful  and  trusty  hero.  here  to  shelter  you  from  god’s  mighty  wrath  of  a  storm.  ❞  amelie  smiles  as  she  holds  her  umbrella  up  for  them,  her  wide  grin  turning  into  something  softer  at  how  close  they  had  suddenly  got;  huddled  together  under  the  umbrella.  ❝  will  you  be  buying  ??  ❞

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𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘇,  𝘀𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗼

‘   unfortunately   ..   ’   santiago   sighs,   obviously   extremely   annoyed   with   the   sudden   weather   change.   his   psych   textbook   that   was   somewhat   protecting   him   from   the   downpour   was   absolutely   drenched.   fuck   he   needed   that   to   study   tonight.   ‘   thanks.   ’   he   mutters   as   he   awkwardly   huddles   under   the   umbrella.   ‘   i’m   santiago   by   the   way   ,      gotta   know   who   you’re   sharing   an   umbrella   with   i   guess   !   ’

          ⥽  a  frown  paints  itself  onto  her  lips  when  she  sees  him  using  a  text - book  as  protection  from  the  rain,  trying  to  look  at  the  damage  of  the  book  once  they’re  under  the  safety  of  her  umbrella.  ❝  we  might  be  able  to  save  it.  ❞  she  tries  to  be  as  optimistic  about  the  situation  at  hand  as  she  can.  ❝  it’s  a  pleasure  to  meet  you,  santiago  !  i’m  amelie.  ❞

[dwight-schrutes]

#me

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𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲,  𝘀𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗻𝗲

Shrugging her shoulders her head rolled over to the other, “Well, I have been watching you. This has been my plan all night” she joked, nudging her slightly, “Have you had a good night so far?” she asked her sipping on the drink that was placed in front of her.

          ⥽  amelie  giggles  sweetly,  leaning  against  the  bar - top  as  she  turns  to  her  new  FRIEND.  ❝  watching  me  all  night,  hm  ?  ❞  she  muses,  giving  the  bartender  a  polite  nod  as  she  takes  her  drink.  ❝  sounds  like  something  a  total  axe  murderer  would  say.  ❞  she  sips  at  her  drink  for  a  moment,  a  nod  of  her  head  as  she  turns  her  attention  back  to  sloane.  ❝  well,  better  now  that  i’ve  got  you  here.  what  about  you  ?  ❞