ambition.

elle bryant. 29. coo. just because you are soft, doesn't mean you are not a force. honey & gold are both the color gold.

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[ellebryant]

ft. @elizcbethkennedy​

[catalinamemes]

SECURITY BREACH!

Due to a glitch and power shortage in their systems, your phone had been unlocked and is vulnerable for the next thirty-six hours. This means information on your phone cannot be hidden and questions regarding it must be answered. Your phone provider sends their deepest apologies, and will return to normal and secure service as soon as possible. Sorry for the inconvenience! 

Unlock your phone…

1…What is your most used app?

2…What is the last thing you have written in your Notes app?

3…What is the last photo taken on your phone?

4…Do you prefer to text or call?

5…What countries are your world clock?

6…Do you clear notifications straight away or just let them build up over time?

7…Have you blocked anyone on your phone?

8…What is my muse’s contact photo on your phone?

9…What is my muse’s contact name on your phone?

10…Who is the most interesting person in your contacts?

11…Name three apps that are installed on your phone.

You’ve got (1) unread message…

12…Have you ever drunk texted someone? If so, who?

13…Have you ever sent someone a sext? If so, who?

14…Have you ever ghosted someone before? If so, who?

15…What is the last text you sent to my muse?

16…Do you send more than one text at once?

17…Who was the last person you texted?

18…Have you ever sent someone a paragraph of text? Why?

19…What was the best text you received from someone?

20…What was the weirdest text you received from someone?

21…What was the worst text you received from someone?

22…Do you leave your read receipt on or off?

Ring! Ring! Dialling…

23…Who is on your speed dial?

24…Have you ever drunk dialled someone before?

25…Have you ever prank called someone before?

26…Have you ever dialled 911? Why did you have to dial it?

27…Who was the last person you called?

28…Who would you call in an emergency?

29…What was the best call you received from someone?

30…What was the weirdest call you received from someone?

31...What was the worst call you received from someone?

32…If my muse were to have a ringtone in your muse’s phone, what would it be?

33…What is your default ringtone?

[ellebryant]

ELIZABETH KENNEDY.

Growing up, Lizzie didn’t have much in the way of female role models, except for Elle Bryant. She was the beautiful, confident older sister that Lizzie never had, and when she was younger, she would follow Elle around like a little puppy dog, wanting to do whatever the older girl did.

Of course, as Lizzie grew older, and the age difference between the two became unimportant, she began to see the woman as a friend — and god, did Lizzie need friends. Packed into an insular network of shallow, mean people, Lizzie saw Elle as a breath of fresh air, someone that she could use as an escape from her upbringing, despite how closely they’d been raised.

Chuckling softly at Elle’s blunt way of speaking, Liz tapped her fingers on the table, eyes swimming around the fairly busy establishment. “Honestly, that’s just what I need right now. Just pure fun; no pity hugs or sympathetic looks from people I don’t even know,” she recited, uncharacteristically bitter from her usual tone. Everyone around her treated her like she was some sort of limited-edition glass figurine on the verge of shattering into a million pieces. Part of that was true, but what they didn’t know was that she had experience in picking up the pieces. Gluing herself back together was basically muscle memory at this point; it was why she was able to be so cheerful all the time.

Glancing up at the woman, she gave her a half-smile, bolting out of her seat, hands still on the table. “Come on. I am in desperate need of a drink, and I’m sure you could use one too.”

          There were only a few people Elle had a connection to personally, without also being connected business-wise. It was rather sad, now that she thought of it like this, but who could she really trust anyway? The fewer people Elle had personal involvement with, the lesser was the chance of being hurt and disappointed. She certainly didn’t have the time to feel either of those again. Despite her attitude nowadays, Elle wasn’t a cold-hearted bitch. If anything, she was much too emotional for her own good. At least whenever she was within the walls of her home and on her own. But success came with sacrifices, the brunette had learned that the hard way. And given that she’d lost the only person who had kept her grounded and sane for so many years, there really wasn’t a reason not to appear like the ice queen. 

          With Lizzie however, Elle had no reason to act like someone else. Their evening would eventually go down the road to ‘the emotional’ and even though Elle wasn’t directly involved with the ex-boyfriend, her heart hurt for Elizabeth. In her mind, Lizzie was still the closest thing she would ever have to a baby sister. While Elle hadn’t lost a significant other, she had lost her mom and that feeling of pain was something she would never be able to forget. The sorry’s, the hugs and the sad faces would never bring back a loved one and they certainly never helped with the pain, if anything, they were the painful reminder that her mother would never come back. That the loss was real. 

          Distraction wasn’t bound to make it better, but it would distract Lizzie’s mind for a couple of moments and hopefully long enough to ease the pain for a short while.  “You know everything is better when alcohol is involved,”  Elle replied with a grin, her hand smoothing down her dress as she got up from her seat,  “Let’s just sit at the bar. That way we’re close to the source without the danger of running out of drinks.”

[ellebryant]

hayden stewart.

 “Oh, I think that color looks great on you. You should totally get it,” he said to the other with an encouraging grin, a collared shirt in his own hand as he inspected the price tag. 

@catalinastarter·

          “Too bad it’s not for me then.”  Elle replied, a small grin on her lips,  “Do you think a burgundy colored tie would go better than a maroon colored one? I can’t decide.”  Who decided that gifting a shirt would be a good idea anyway? 

[winchesster]

[ellebryant]

closed starter.

location: elle’s home in ventura.

tagged: @jonahcastillo​

          An open gate, open front door, pieces of glass on her kitchen floor. All of those things should’ve kept Elle from going into her house further, but thinking she was capable of taking on whatever this was on her own, she wandered off into her living room. Her pillows were thrown and ripped apart, files thrown all over the room.. it was an overall mess. When she then heard what sounded like a thump upstairs, she immediately left the inside and ran back to her car. The only person she could think of calling was Jonah; not only was he in a capable situation to handle this (being a detective and all), but he’d also manage to get her to calm down. Because internally, Elle was freaking the hell out. No one had ever invaded her space like this. So she waited in her car for his to stop behind her, before getting out again, afraid whoever was inside could come out of there from the front.  “Did you bring your gun? Please tell me you brought your gun.”

[ellebryant]

damon steele‌.

TIME: 10:30PM LOCATION: Founder’s Day Ball TAGGED: @catalinastarter​

If Damon had been famished before the food had been brought out, he was anything but now. The multiple courses had been delicious, and slowly the guests were beginning to move from their tables, some mingling with friends and guests around the room, and others migrating back towards the dance floor to continue with what they’d started prior to the meal. With mild curiosity, he began to wander around the room, wine glass in hand as he kept a keen eye out for a familiar face or someone who seemed in need of a conversation. It was then that his gaze paused on a guest still seated at their table, just them opposite a couple whose heads were close together in eager conversation. It seemed like a private moment, but they’d picked a strange place to carry it out. Without hesitation he took a seat beside the other person, setting his glass down on the table. “Are you feeling trapped at your table or are you waiting for something in particular?” He questioned calmly, allowing his gaze to flicker to the couple opposite them. “Or is this encounter too much like a telenovela to ignore?”

          For someone who’d much rather sit at home in her pajamas than all dressed up here, Elle put on her poker face and pretended to be interested in the conversations around her table whenever someone decided to turn their attention onto her. In all honesty, she’d be fine eating her food in silence and only pretending to be in on their conversations. Listening to people talk about insignificant things just bored her. Usually, Elle Bryant would be the life of the party. But tonight, nothing seemed to satisfy her in the slightest. Well until the couple to her left decided to argue about going to hook up in the bathroom to spice things up.  “The latter.”  Elle answered simply, recognizing the voice as Damon’s,  “Apparently he won’t get down to business in the bathroom with his girlfriend. Now she’s pouting and he’s trying to make up for it by suggestions to try the different cheeses on the cheese platter.” 

[ellebryant]

miles ellis.

tagging | @catalinastarter​

“Honestly, what can you say, you know? It is what it is, really.” Miles shrugged, in doubt of what to say to the question he was posed right then. Throwing his hands up in resignation, “What do you think?” 

          “Absolutely absurd, if you ask me.”  Elle shrugged in answer to whatever the other pair said before pulling Miles away, flashing an apologetic smile,  “Didn’t even understand a word of what they just said. Was he even speaking our language? You know I’m intelligent, but was he just making up words to impress us? God, don’t tell me it worked on you.”

[ellebryant]

lourdes howard.

tagging | @catalinastarter​

“I swear to God, if you move even a muscle!” Lourdes threatened her friend as she dragged them into what she considered to be the perfect lighting spot, asking the photographer to wait for a bit while she adjusted herself and her friend into the pose. “Now smize and make Tyra Banks proud!” 

          “You do know,”  Elle started speaking through her teeth as she smiled and got herself into position,  “That nobody will even know it’s us. It’s a masquerade, after all.”  Yet, she stood in pose as the photographer took their picture with a bright flash.  “Geez, nobody mentioned going blind.”

[ellebryant]

Elle Bryant at the Founders Day Masquerade Ball.

[ellebryant]

sms 📱 elle bryant.

Grant: Good point.

Grant: Well were you being annoying? Somehow I don't really blame the guy

Grant: I still might actually kill that asshole though.

Grant: Alright fine, I'm omw. But you owe me

Elle: He asked me for money. I told him to ask one of his side bitches.

Elle: Don't know if that's considered being 'annoying' or not.

Elle: I'm not going to hold you back honestly.

Elle: Thanks. Already regretting it.

[goodgirlsgif]

[ellebryant]

ft. @grantkennedy​

[ssweeneys]

Hayley Marshall in The Originals: 3.02 Alive and Kicking

[ellebryant]

sms 📱 elle bryant.

Grant: Seriously Elle?

Grant: I'm kind of fucking busy here.

Grant: Where are you? Why were you even with him?

Elle: Do you think I would even CONSIDER texting you if I wasn't serious?

Elle: I'm near the Marina. We were supposed to meet with our lawyers.

Elle: He literally just threw me out of the car. In the middle of the road. Near the camping grounds.

Elle: Maps isn't working, by the way, before you ask.

[ellebryant]

closed starter.

location: luau larry’s.

tagged: @elizcbethkennedy​

          In a world filled with Kennedys, Hirschs and Bryants (plus all of their minions or people who have been paid off by one or the other), there wasn’t much room for any real and meaningful connections within their community. However, Elle had always been taught to work hard and not to take things granted. Even more so because her father wasn’t making anything easy for her. It was a nice thing to surround herself with people who shared the same values in an ocean of shallow people. Elizabeth Kennedy was one of those people. Nowadays, Elle would find herself actively trying to get out of conversations instead of holding them up, afraid that that topic would come up. No, she didn’t want to talk about it. No matter how many times it was brought up. She was dealing with the end of her marriage in her own way; by herself. On her own. Without anyone’s opinions. End of story. With Liz’s return to Catalina, Elle saw her chance to test the waters again. Go out there, be anywhere else than home and she wouldn’t go that way for just anyone. Besides her own problems, Elle knew that Liz needed something to take her mind off the recent loss in her life. She’d seen Liz at the funeral and to see her friend so broken? It wasn’t something Elle wanted to relive anytime soon; or ever.  “Hey, hot stuff.”  The brunette approached the stool her friend was sitting on,  “Very happy to see you. Won’t ask how you’re doing because we’re not going there tonight. We’ll talk about anything but and whenever we leave this place and you want to, I don’t know, punch someone we’ll do that.”

[ellebryant]

aaron reed. 

“Hell, huh?” He looked over at the brunette with the shake of his head, “It couldn’t have been that bad.” He said, with a shrug, knowing full well it could have been. He didn’t know the ins and outs of her job, though, he had a feeling it might have been a little more intense that he could of handled. “Yes it is.” He agreed. “There’s something about the beach.” He said, as the waves whoosed around, “I guess that’s why people have those wave machines though.” The man laughed, “makes sense now,” he joked, pretended he’s never thought of the concept before. 

          For someone who truly considered herself to be a workaholic, the meeting she’d just left was pure hell. Elle could put so much of her energy into something productive instead of sitting in a room with middle-aged men who all believe they know better than their C.O.O, just because she’s Thomas Bryant's daughter. It was ridiculous and people were definitely going to get fired in the morning.  “Trust me,”  Elle started, although he really didn’t have any reason to trust a word of what she was saying,  “It was hell on earth. I really don’t feel like complaining about my job when yours is probably a lot more draining than mine.”  Probably also more rewarding, but well, she would choose her job over his any day either way.  “God, real waves beat the mechanical ones though. Are they still doing fake waves at public swimming pools? What a shame. They could never achieve this with machines.”

[ellebryant]

sms 📱 grant kennedy.

Elle: I'm stranded in the middle of fucking nowhere.

Elle: You may or may not care but that asshole kicked me out of his car.

Elle: Would your highness come and pick me up?