“ can we get a little privacy, please ? ” it isn’t every day that sejoo’s caught in a dressing room at the gucci store in beverly hills, and if you’d told him he’d be caught with that loud girl from the dilaurentis twins’ party the night before, he’d call you a liar. and yet, there he is, pulling his pants up and walking out with a look of shame on his face. it isn’t that he’s just been caught in the act — he’d be lying if he said it was the first time someone’s walked in on one of his many hook-ups — but that he’s been caught in public, with one of maybe the most annoying girls in los angeles. scratch that, the world, he thinks to himself. he’s supposed to be sejoo park : handsome, high class, sexy, gorgeous, dashing, gorgeou — anyway. he clears his throat softly as he comes up to stand beside the person who’d just interrupted him. his hands are shoved into his pocket, trying his best to seem cool and confident. he’s already been caught, the last thing the man is going to do is act ashamed about it even if he is. “ uh, that wasn’t what it looked like. ”
pale cheeks grew crimson, a stark (yet natural) reaction to an all-to-familiar scene. alright maybe not in a dressing room, but still familiar. “my god, sejoo!” emmaline shrieked, dropping the silk organza ensemble she intended to try on onto the cold, hard floor. ignoring the cries of a panicked sales associate, she. “this is - this is what you’re into now, huh?” emmy mused, embarrassed hands clasped round her face. “i can’t say i’m surprised. seems in-character. ‘on brand’ as the twitter users say.” her pop culture knowledge was less than striking. “alright! c’mon, put your pants back on. i’ve already seen it. no need to show off or whatever it is guys like you are into.” she attempted to sound unfazed. cool, even. but her facade was short-lived, crumbling with each world out of her mouth. “if it wasn’t what it looked like, what was it?”
hi friends i’m annie and i’m s t o k e d to be here. read below for info on my sweet emmy and like this to plot! joining the discord soon xoxo
╰ * ✶ . ever notice emmaline alderidge kinda looks like diana silvers? they’ve got 550k followers on instagram, but that’s no surprise. their instagram bio says they identify as cis female and go by she/her. they just turned twenty two, right? word around la is they’re kinda impetuous and mealymouthed, but you couldn’t tell online. does it matter when your family’s net worth is $110m? ❪ annie, she/her, est ❫
⋆ ◦ ° ☾ background + personality
emmaline is the only child of matias and lisabeth alderidge, american millionaires who made their fortune by winning a set of high-profile cases before retiring in their fifties to devote their efforts to philanthropy.
growing up emmaline (often opting to go by emmy) had everything she could have desired - trips ‘round europe, beautiful gowns, bullshit organic meals prepared by an in-house chef and a summer home on martha’s vineyard.
when she was young she fit in wonderfully with this life, the prime example of a budding socialite. she made conversation with stock-brokers and attorneys and achieved the highest marks in school. she would not be seen without having the finest garments on and she always entertained. she wanted to be likeable to a fault.
she was diagnosed with ewing’s sarcoma when she was fifteen. clusters of tumors lined her collarbone and upper arm, requiring a multi-year ordeal of chemo, surgery and radiation.
her parents took this and ran with it…creating the ‘alderidge foundation for ewing’s sarcoma.” this was a kind gesture, one that emmy supported at first, but later grew to detest. she hated having a namesake...one public memory of her experience that would stay with her and force her to talk about the most traumatic time of her life with any wealthy friend willing to give.
the foundation operates from the generosity of donors and provides research dollars to study the particular mutation found in em’s tumor cells. this means lots! of! galas! (that emmaline doesn’t want to attend lmao)
she would much rather have frank discussions about survivorship - including talks about sex and body image and how to get drunk on a tuesday without screwing with her medication schedule. she loves mom and dad but feels as if they want to do philanthropy to show face.
now she’s living alone in la as a bit of a runaway (still funded tho lol). she’s the sweetest little bean who is still trying to figure things out. if you catch her alone you can find her pressing some flowers in the pages of her journal or attending community social justice meetings. a champagne socialist if you will.
she works in an art gallery and tries to go unnoticed but everyone is like psych you’re a fckn alderidge and you got this job because you’re rich as shit.
⋆ ◦ ° ☾ headcanons
she has 550k followers on instagram, a relatively low number for the group, but only because every once and a while she has a nervous break and deletes her account before re-making it so less people are watching her life. each time she claims it was a technical glitch. lies.
a bit of a prudish, nervous type but went through a phase where she made-out with half of la in an attempt to feel something again. maybe even your muse!
has a recurring dream where she moves to luxembourg and spends the remainder of her days alone with a bulldog, taking hikes and drinking tea. her therapist says this means her psyche wants anonymity. she thinks she is just sick of warm weather. in denial much?
when she inherits the aldridge estate she plans on shutting down her parent’s foundation and establishing her own fund where she gives large sums of money to sick kids to spend on whatever they want. just a bunch of hand-outs. nothing more. short-sited? probably. could she do more good by thinking this through? absolutely. will she ever change her mind? unlikely.
honestly this is probably because she can’t have biological kids due to treatment and deals with this sadness by resigning herself to dying broke after giving everything she has to people she relates to. also she wants to spite her own tax bracket. y i k e s !
⋆ ◦ ° ☾ wanted connections
i’m going to leave this rather basic for now but give me childhood loves and first kisses and high school bullies and travel friends and hook-ups and enemies that only hate each other because of a feud between their parents and the one dude that introduced her to pot brownies. it’s! all! open!