MOVE ON.

* THERE'S A THOUSAND OTHER WAYS I'D RATHER KILL MY TIME.

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『 SYDNEY SWEENEY, TWENTY-ONE, CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER. 』 can you believe it’s a new season of sweethearts? i’m rooting for OLIVIA “LIV” FAULKNER. they’re the STUDENT from BURLINGTON, VT. back home, they’re often described as +INDEPENDENT and +CHARMING, which i guess i could get behind. their -MANIPULATIVE and -CUTTHROAT side makes great television, though. you know, they kind of remind me of chewing gum, shiny lip gloss, & screaming in the bathroom at a party. i wonder who their match is. i guess i’ll have to tune in to mtv to find out.

ooc: hi all! im gray ( 19, EST, she/her ), im excited to be here, this is my baby girl olivia! she’s actually evil and not here to make friends. 

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basics !

full name: olivia blake faulkner

nickname: liv

hometown: burlington, VT

age: 21

date of birth: 06/06/2000

sun sign: gemini

moon sign: leo

rising sign: sagittarius 

venus sign: gemini

occupation: student at the university of vermont

sexuality: lesbian

height: 5′3

MBTI: ENTJ

temperament: choleric

enneagram: 8w7

inspirations !

kim kelly ( if she was rich ) / leighton murray / cordelia chase / paige michalchuk

need to know !

so, it went something like this: “livvy, look. there’s this new show, like a dating show. all lesbos, though.” “hm. i would be so good on reality tv.” “yeah, ‘cause you’re hot, but not this show, though. ‘cause wouldn’t your dad, like, throw a fucking fit?” “yeah. he so totally would.”

alexa, play rich girl by gwen stefani! liv is the youngest child & only daughter of two prestigious firm lawyers. she grew up in a house that taylor swift would call “not a mansion” but, like, it was big as hell and luxurious. she’s a material gorl!

with how much her parents left her alone, liv figured out pretty quickly that if she wanted attention, she’d have to get it outside the home. picture the mean girl in the middle of every teen movie poster; at any given age, liv had a posse of a few other girls who walked around being kind of rich and kind of mean with her. 

basically the only way liv did get her parents attention was playing piano; she’s a total prodigy, going to prestigious music camps and the best teachers, and she’s diligent about her practice, though she doesn’t talk about it that often unless she really needs to brag - it’s just not as glamorous as she wants to make herself out to be.

during high school, she had a bunch of boyfriends, too, but they were basically just toys to her, and even after realizing she liked girls better, liv never outgrew that - she’s got this tendency to reject the idea of serious romance all together. everybody is just an accessory, or a quick fuck; arm candy at best. 

not that she makes that clear! liv loves to toy with people’s emotions; make them feel seen, like she thinks they’re so interesting, but to her, it’s all just stupid flirting - because she can’t open up her heart, not even to herself. or maybe just because she’s an evil bitch.

and she is, you know: an evil bitch. because she isn’t here to make friends, she’s here to make enemies, and make money, and she’s all too happy to play the villain for the cameras and away from them. 

she’s used to being unwanted, though she’d never ever say that. so it’s just so much better to reject everyone first, or make herself so unattainable, before she can get hurt.

and that’s one thing about liv: she’s so sensitive, it’s insane. she feels everything so deeply that she outright locks that side of herself off and becomes the ice queen instead, because she doesn’t want to feel any of it.

so, there it is: she was never really cared for by her parents, but she was expected to be perfect ( normal! straight! proper! ) and she tried to be, even though she always felt inferior ( especially to her older brother ). she’d take out her negative feelings on others by just being bitchy, and between her parent’s very conditional ‘love’ and years of dating boys just to say she did, she never truly learned to connect to people - could this show change that?

extra backstory / trivia !

liv goes to the university of vermont - a public ivy, ‘cause daddy wouldn’t pay for yale.

gorgeous gorgeous girls do lock themselves in the bathroom and cry for 3 seconds on their birthday before redoing their mascara and getting white girl wasted

olivia basically invented homoerotic codependent high school friendships that end with friendship breakups that hurt way too much to be normal. she also invented fighting with your frenemy just to have an excuse to touch them. those are the facts.

high school was a time for olivia; i said she never really connected to anyone, but that’s not totally true. when she was 16, one of the girls in her posse of pretty friends was name melanie, and melanie and liv were close. really close. liv would play piano for her; they’d share liv’s bed when melanie slept over. liv thought she was reading all the signs right, so she didn’t care that she had a boyfriend when she leant forward and kissed melanie

melanie didn’t feel what liv felt - she pulled away, grabbed her things, and said she was going to tell everyone. liv basically said ‘they’ll believe me over you,’ threatened to destroy melanie’s social life, and was a total cold bitch about it - she didn’t cry until melanie left, even. but then she cried. 

she knew that what she felt for melanie was different than what she felt for boys - she knew she was probably gay, even, though she couldn’t accept it, at least not out loud. still, as she got older, and got to college, she started letting herself hook up with girls, even if she wasn’t that open about it. 

last year, though, she took one girl - a girl she liked and maybe even could have felt more for, if given the chance - to her family’s vacation home in the hamptons. privacy for the weekend, she said. then her parents walked in on them kissing ( liv didn’t know he was coming! ) 

this... was a problem. totally unacceptable in the faulkner family - and daddy was gonna cut her off, and she was fucked, but god, is liv manipulative, and a good liar. basically, she gaslit, gatekept, girlbossed. it was just a little kiss! that’s how girls show affection nowadays. her parents bought it because they wanted to buy it. 

and liv was relieved - and ashamed - and hated herself - and then again, she didn’t feel like hiding anymore. if she wanted to fuck girls, then she would; it’s not like she was gonna marry one. so, she stopped being secretive about it. she started publicly flirting with everyone, toying with everyone, indiscriminately ( though she doesn’t really enjoy it with men, but she likes to mess with them ). still, that was just at college - her parents didn’t know.

they’re totally gonna know now, though.

yeah, this is how she’s coming out. and she’s totally getting cut off, but that prize money? it’ll pay for her last year in college, easy. and she’s sure she’s gonna win. she might be losing her family, and her trust fund, but she’s going to be okay.

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fiizzy​:

“calm down, miss americana,” fizzy responded, falling into a giggle halfway through the statement as she took in liv’s half-hearted indignation. fizzy couldn’t fight the surge of fond amusement she felt watching liv twirl dramatically in her dress, only to fall next to her on the bed. “if being hot and standing are the only requirements, i’m sure you swept the competition. although you did just stumble not so gracefully into my bed, so maybe not so much the second part,” fizzy teased. she wasn’t even trying to flirt — at least, not on purpose. but it was easy to want to flatter a girl that looked like that. she rolled her eyes at the younger girl’s wistful words, a smile tugging at her lips. “do you really miss being that age?” fizzy asked with genuine curiosity, the one hit she’d taken of the joint already making her feel somehow both more present and more relaxed as she handed it off to liv. 

-

“i’m the picture of calm right now. isn’t that obvious?” liv answered, slowly, flatly, before her deadpan question broke into a tiny, almost imperceptible grin. obvious from her total breakdown not five minutes before? sure. “noo, well, i was way sober-er then. more sober? more sober. until after the standing part. i can be very fucking graceful.” she accepted the joint gratefully, taking a long puff as she considered fizzy’s question. she shrugged. “well. not exactly. not mostly.” nobody would have known it from the way liv had carried herself, but high school hadn’t been, like, easy for her. but, then again, now wasn’t so easy for her, either, but she doesn’t even have the perks of being prom queen. “i liked how simple things were,” she decided on finally. she did whatever she had to do back then, and she didn’t have to worry about deciding who she’d be. she’d lie about who she was and not feel dissatisfied with herself for it, because it was common procedure. now, she had decided to be honest about her sexuality in the most explosive way possible, because she would have been embarrassed with herself if she hadn’t. but, she still felt like a fucking idiot, knowing what a disaster was waiting for her. “yeah,” she mused, “simple. i guess. what about you, huh? were you all angsty and rebellious in high school, or something?”

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allopzs​:

alana's  eyes  widened  subtly  with  the  blonde's  response , which  came  very  unexpectedly , not  that  she  thought  she  wouldn't  receive  a  reaction  but  that  was  more  than  she  anticipated .   “ oh  my  god … ”  she  said  along  side  a  few  chuckles  as  she  turned  her  gaze  entirely  to  the  girl , trying  to  see  if  she’d  be  able  to  catch  something  about  her  expression , which  she  obviously  wouldn’t ,  while  nodding  to  the  words .  " what  made  you  so  offended , i  did  say  you  look  good , didn't  i ? "  alana  knew  very  well  what  was  said  before , she  wouldn’t  deny  that  her  comment  wasn't  made  entirely  innocently  ( perhaps , however , she  may  not  deny  it  only  to  herself , for  others … she  wasn’t  much  sure ) , still , she  didn't  expect  it  to  get  to  that  reaction .  “ i'd  love  to  see  this  second  choice ! did  it  make  you  feel  comfortable  in  it ? i  imagine  it  sure  did … ”  with  her  brown  eyes  staring  directly  at  the  blue’s , alana  took  another  long  sip  of  her  drink  .

-

olivia scowled drunkenly as alana backtracked now, as if she hadn’t been totally been tiptoeing through mean girl 101 with an insult sandwich. liv didn’t much appreciated the implication that she was overreacting, least of all when she was as inebriated as she was. “maybe i’m just fuckin’ crazy!!” she announced boldly, gesturing widely in the air. she took another long sip of her drink. sure, right, maybe she was just nuts, offended over nothing, huh? of course, she disagreed with this take, but whatever, who cares? “oh, i looked just fucking... lovely. really spoke to me. but! like i said, this one won. and don’t i look hot?” she challenged, even though the other had ( if backhandedly ) already admitted as much. “i don’t even like pink. it hurts my eyes. but i wore this so i’d look hot and be on theme ‘cause apparently i’m a team player! so everyone just needs to get off my back!”

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parkjichae-piper​:

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piper hated being made a fool; laughing at her?? that wasn’t gunna fly. she got her second drink, sipping it as she rolled her eyes. “and how do you expect to do that if you don’t talk to people? this isn’t jeopardy where you make money by being smart,” she eyed the other up and down, “and even then, i doubt you’d even be successful with that.” piper turned away from the girl, running a hand through her hair before taking another sip of her drink. truthfully, she didn’t care for people like her, who think they’re so much better than anyone else; even so, piper still had an innate need to interact with people, even if it means fighting them. “people like you really sicken me, thinking you’re above everyone else just cause of your ‘i don’t care about anything’ attitude. it ain’t cute, sweetheart.” piper snapped.

-

liv thought about intervening - she thought about telling piper that actually, you weren’t gonna make any money on this show by being fucking stupid - but before she could, piper had already turned it around on her, insulting her, like liv was some idiot. she scoffed, which was a well practiced defense: before she could offer any genuine reaction, she just waved it away automatically, like it was programmed into her. people were always underestimating olivia, she was used to it. nobody ever got it, the fact that she actually was someone, least of all her family. they - everyone - thought she was so fucking flighty, just because she was hot. fine! okay, fine, let them! why should liv give a shit what anyone thinks, anyways? “right! i’m sure you’re so much smarter than me, right? ‘cept you’re so fucking drunk you probably couldn’t say the alphabet backwards, dumb bitch. oh, i sicken you. what a fucking tragedy. newsflash, it’s not that i don’t care about anything, it’s just that i don’t care about you.” 

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fiizzy​:

if fizzy was totally honest, she wasn’t even sure what kind of response she had been expecting from liv — maybe another fuck off, but this one delivered at full volume and face to face. okay, yeah, maybe that was the only outcome she was prepared for. because then she could pat herself on the back and call it a night, because she did something nice for someone ( or at least tried to ) and that successfully canceled out all of her drunken bullshit, right? but despite that, there was still a small part of her that was glad liv accepted her invitation. fizzy herself could definitely use a smoke, if only to balance out the sheer amount of alcohol in her system. when liv chimed in with her own drunken rambling, punctuated by a little giggle, fizzy couldn’t help the way the corners of her mouth tugged up into a smile. “oh, my god, of course you were,” fizzy burst out laughing, rolling her eyes as she led the other girl. once inside, she set about rummaging through her things to find her handy stash of joints. “y’know…i didn’t really think prom queens were real,” fizzy mused absentmindedly as she found what she was looking for, grabbing a lighter as she went to sit on her bed. “like, they have them in movies obviously…but i didn’t know it was like, a normal thing. fucking america,” she shook her head with a laugh, placing the joint between her lips to light it.

-

“um, what do you mean by that?” liv demanded, but her laugh betrayed the fact that she wasn’t actually all that pissed. it was hard to be pissed at someone who was about to smoke her out when she was this drunk, even if fizzy finding her in the bathroom had been mortifying. “they’re totally real. you get to be hot and stand in front of everyone,” she said, picking up the skirt of her comically fancy hot pink dress and doing a little twirl ( that led to her stumbling a little, then sitting on the bed ). “hm. i had influence then,” she said wistfully, pursing her lips. she loved high school - it was enough to just be hot and rich and talented. you could get through college like that, too, for the most part. not here, though - you had to... well... mingle. jesus christ. you had to be actually likable, and liv wasn’t. she hated that about herself sometimes. she pulled her knees to her chest, watching fizzy light the joint.

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allopzs​:

✧  @faulkners​ .

after spending  a  good  amount  of  time  dancing  and  socializing  at  the  party , alana  found  herself  standing  alone  in  the  bar  for  a  little  time  by  herself , simply  watching  the  party  unfold  in  front  of  her . as  much  as  she  wanted  to  be  part  of  the  fun , alana  also  enjoyed   observing , she  could  form  a  lot  of  opinions by  doing  so . her  eyes  switched  to   the  girl , which  she  was  sure  was  named  olivia , walking  closer  to  where  she  was , probably  after  a  drink  too , alana  thought . that  was  someone  she  couldn't  have  a  concrete  opinion  on  just  yet , although  there  was  some  ideas  she  was  able  to  get already . still , she  couldn’t decide  how  she  felt  about  the  blonde , whether   she  felt  annoyed  by  her  usual  attitude , or  maybe  intrigued , perhaps  intimidated  somehow . 

she  glanced  at  the  woman  now  by  her  side  and , sort of  unconsciously , her eyes  ended  up  wandering  through  olivia’s  entire  figure , quickly  looking  away  after . alana  wondered  if  she  realized it and  if  so,  if  it  looked  like  she  was  checking  her  out  or  straight  up  judging . she  gave  a  long  sigh ,  more  indiscreet  than  intended . it  felt  as  if  having  olivia’s  presence  close  to  her  built  a  tension  of  some  sorts .  “ you’re  looking  good  tonight , this  dress  gives  you  a  bubbly , sweet  image …  that  doesn’t  suit  you though , does it ? ”  she  casually  commented  without  looking  at  the  blonde  woman , her eyes  focused  on  the  crowd  in  front  of  them  as  her  voice  carried  a  few  hidden  meanings , as she  didn’t  really  have  the  intention  of  complimenting , all of  that  covered  by  an  overly  sweet  voice  and  a  closeted  smile  on  her  glossy  lips , it  occasionally  meeting  the  drink  she  held .

-

had she been sober, liv probably would have been more acutely aware of the way alana gave her a once over; generally, she was fairly observant, and especially to others who were observing her. of course, now she was quite drunk, focused solely on her drink, and she didn’t notice anything until the other woman spoke. her first impulse was immediately to be guarded - there was something about the inherent and vaguely threatening homoeroticism of having a tense, drunken exchange with another woman. she scowled at this, feeling insulted - sure, liv wasn’t ‘bubbly’ or ‘sweet,’ but that was nobody’s business when she was just sitting here, looking hot, trying to get drunk. “the fuck is that supposed to mean?” she said, or maybe slurred, leaning forward. who did this bitch think she was, coming up and telling liv her dress wasn’t - what, cunty enough? “my second choice had mean bitch written across the front with a heart dotting the ‘i,’ but this made my tits look better,” she gestured to the dress she was wearing. 

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fiizzy​:

as she waited for the verdict, fizzy looked down to glance at her shoes briefly, like she was trying to give liv a modicum of privacy in this situation she had just kind barged into. but it didn’t take long until liv was agreeing, and for some reason that made fizzy smile a little. as stated before: she was an asshole, but not a total asshole — she didn’t want liv to have a horrible night. “why the hell not is exactly right,” fizzy nodded, noting that she could also really, really use a break from the party at this point. at liv’s next words though, fizzy had to laugh. “sorry,” she apologized immediately, shaking her head to dispel it. “i’m not even laughing at you. or like, i’m not trying to, i’m just…fuck, this has been such a night.” fizzy explained clumsily, hoping she wouldn’t strike a nerve with liv again just because she was being drunk and stupid. “if it helps, you still look like a fuckin’ prom queen. even if you were just crying in the bathroom.” she admitted to the other girl, unable to keep herself from noting how utterly unfair it was for liv to still look so gorgeous after having some sort of breakdown. fizzy almost reached a hand out for the other girl’s, but reconsidered at the last moment, instead tilting her head towards the direction of her bedroom. “anyways. come with me?”

-

liv wasn’t really sure what would make her feel better - honestly, that’s not something she’d ever been very good at figuring out, instead usually option for just pretending like nothing was wrong. so, sure, she’d say ‘fuck it’ and follow fizzy, trying to pretend like she wasn’t falling apart quite as much as she was, ‘cause what the hell else was she gonna do? ( briefly, she prayed that the cameras would be unable to detect the faint tear streaks under her eyes. god, don’t let liv be caught crying on national television. at that point, she’d have to go walk outside and get eaten by wolves, or whatever the fuck lives in alaska ). at fizzy’s laughter, liv frowned, though she wasn’t quite put together enough for it to appear as some kind of dignified show of displeasure - mostly, she just looked sort of sad. as she realized that the other woman was basically just, like... drunk as hell, though, her insecurity eased, and she laughed along weakly for a beat. “it’s all the pink. seriously. it has - um, a tranquilizing effect at first, then just makes you really angry once you start getting used to it. fun fact! thank you, college. or, um, actually, maybe it’s just all the booze?” she offered, speculating drunkenly. when fizzy said liv looked like a prom queen, she giggled despite herself. well, if anything would make her feel better, it was flattery. “i was prom queen. but thank you,” she said, following fizzy to her bedroom. 

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fiizzy​:

in her drunken haze, fizzy honestly hadn’t even considered what kind of reaction she might get out of the person inside the bathroom. granted, if she were on the other end of things, she probably would’ve done something similar, which is why the fuck off only took her aback for about five seconds. if anything, it was less the words and more the quality in the person’s voice that took her off guard. something in fizzy’s head told her to ignore all her instincts and just shut up for once in her life, and so she did. she waited, and waited, and waited — it felt like a million years, and at the same time, she knew it was maybe five minutes, max. fizzy couldn’t have said what she was lost in space thinking about as she leaned against the wall, because as soon as the door opened, her attention was drawn immediately to the girl leaving through it. liv, her drunken brain supplied helpfully, throwing her a bone for once. “oh,” fizzy let out a soft sound, not just at the realization of who it was, but of the next observation she made: that this girl who had been nothing but entitled and argumentative when fizzy had met her, now looked like she’d been crying her eyes out in the bathroom for god knows how long. her brain short circuited as she considered what to do next. say something, right? she couldn’t just walk away now, that would be a major asshole move — and fizzy was an asshole, sure, but not that much of an asshole. besides, despite her best intentions, she felt a twinge of sympathy tugging at her heart; she’d been on the wrong side of a drunken cry in a bathroom more than a handful of times. “do you smoke?” the words took even fizzy off guard as they passed her lips, because was she really offering to smoke her out? yes, yes she was. “weed, i mean. i have a joint in my room if you want. least i can do,” fizzy offered, you know, since i interrupted your emotional breakdown. “plus, you know. you seem like you could use it.”

-

as if things couldn’t get any worse for liv, the first thing she was greeted with when she exited the bathroom post-crying session was somebody else she was on less-than-excellent terms with. jesus christ - she wanted to bang her head against the wall. how positively mortifying. she tried to look very casual and very dignified, and totally like somebody who hadn’t just been having a drunken breakdown, but she was pretty sure she wasn’t pulling it off. she held her breath, just waiting for whatever awful phrase she’d be faced with, maybe fizzy pointing out what a disaster liv was - but instead, she’s even more caught off guard. do you smoke? “uh,” liv said, wiping surreptitiously at a few stray tears. well, smoking sounds a lot better than sobering up right now, and it’s a good excuse to get away from the others. what the hell, right? “yeah, okay,” she agreed after a beat, “sure. i mean, why the hell not, right?” she gave a lazy, drunken shrug. at the implication that liv ‘seemed like she could use it,’ she raised her eyebrows. “you mean i look like a fuckin’ mess?” she asked, though she was too worn to be that defensive about it. who did she think she was kidding, you know?

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fiizzy​:

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fizzy was not that drunk, or at least that was what she was adamantly telling herself. she wasn’t that drunk: it was just that her brain felt like it was swimming, and she couldn’t stop stumbling as she walked, and the wall was a very comfy choice to be leaning against at that very moment. she was beginning to think she might just stay there forever, and wake up with a deadly hangover right there in the middle of the hallway, but even in this state, she knew that wasn’t ideal. fizzy rubbed a hand over her face to clear the slightly dancing stars out of her eyes, and set off on a new crusade: find the bathroom. 

even as a newbie to the house, she was lucky her muscle memory was able to guide her there mostly without issue — unless you counted the two people she’d managed to run into on the way, but she didn’t at that moment. as she stumbled upon the right door finally, she jiggled the handle only to find out the worst possible news: it was locked. fizzy slumped against the doorframe with a sigh, letting out a dramatic, exasperated groan. most definitely louder than necessary, she knocked against the door with as much force as she could muster. “excuse meeeee,” she projected, hoping the person inside could hear her. “sorry, but can you, uh, hurry the fuck up, maybe?”

-

after several shots and a slew of less-than-positive altercations with her housemates, liv stormed off to the bathroom, locking the door behind her and turning the faucet all the way one. ( yes, she knew california was in a drought, but this wasn’t fucking california ). liv was a crier, mostly when she was drunk, which she was. she was drunk, and miserable. it was cold, and she fucking hated everybody, and she was totally getting cut out of the will to be on this show, and she wasn’t even having a good fucking time. and, like, she knew everyone was gonna hate her - she’d basically made it that way on purpose, ‘cause everyone would hate her anyways, and she’d rather be the master of her own fucking destiny - she sure felt stupid now, stumbling drunk and crying against the wall with her heels in her hands. really weak and pathetic and dumb, and she’d die before she let anyone see her like this, but some things - like liv’s inclination to start weeping in the bathroom - couldn’t be helped. i’m getting, like, fucking disowned for this, she thought drunkenly, looking at her blurry reflection in the mirror. the fact that she looked like a mess made her cry harder, and then, it got worse: a knocking at the door, a fucking voice, holy shit, what a nightmare. she froze, fuck fuck fuck, then yelled: “fuck off!” hoping the wavering, teary quality of her voice was concealed by the fact that she was really slurring. goddammit!!! she tried to steady her breathing, back against the door to the bathroom. she waited several minutes before moving, but when she was content in thinking whatever rude bitch outside had left to go piss in the bushes or whatever, she finally took to the mirror, realizing she looked like a fucking mess. she did what she could to fix the teary quality of her eyes, but she basically had to make a b-line to her bedroom and drunkenly reapply her makeup if she wanted to look - like she wasn’t a mess, which she totally was. taking a deep breath, she straightened up, squaring her shoulders and holding her head high, trying to look like she was normal and dignified and not completely embarrassing. she opened the door, and was nothing less than miserable to realize the hallway wasn’t actually empty as she’d thought it’d be.

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parkjichae-piper​:

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piper was taken aback by the snappy remarks, scrunching her brows in distaste at the girl. “jeez, you don’t have to be such a fucking jerk. just trying to meet new people, that’s all.” piper rolled her eyes, shifting in her seat to face front towards the bar. she finished her first drink then asked for a second, waiting patiently as the bartender made it. “you know,” she started, taking the drink from the bartender and sipping, “the point of these things is to interact, mingle, maybe get lucky… you ain’t gunna get anywhere being a cold stone bitch.” piper turned to face the other girl, eyes now stern and way less friendly than before.

-

olivia rolled her eyes. she wasn’t in the mood to be met. she hated meeting people. she struggled with first impressions...... obviously. she took a long swig of her drink, trying to make quick work of shedding her sobriety. “bitch, are you hearing yourself? mingle? what the fuck?” liv couldn’t help but laugh outright at that, shedding any attempt at sounding uppity or above-it-all. “it’s not a fuckin’ potluck. the point of this is whole show is to get drunk and make some fuckin’ money, and i’ve got no interest in pretending i wanna do anything else ‘till i get at least one of those done. and it looks like getting drunk is gonna be what comes first, so,” she said, tipping her glass to the other and taking another sip. 

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parkjichae-piper​:

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piper, though tipsy, knew when she was dealing with someone more… rude. she looked down at her outfit after noticing the other girl make a dismissive gesture towards her, and furrowed her brow in question. “what’s wrong with this? the theme is pink, right? i’m wearing pink. i even dyed my hair!” piper grabbed the piece of pink hair that was sectioned on her head, showing it to the other girl. “it was either this or another outfit, but that other outfit needed tights for it and i lost them, so i couldn’t wear it.” piper gave the girl a side eyed look, “you ok? you sound a bit bitchy, but i’ll forgive you if it’s cause something’s wrong…”

-

liv made a show of sighing, craning her head back to look at the ceiling before downing her drink in a few large gulps. not the classiest practice, but probably pretty necessary for the moment. “your outfit is fine,” she snapped impatiently. “i mean, this party’s theme is less than inspired,” she groused as a little side note - silver was more her color, and the pink just reminded her of how her mom would dress her up for miserable grown-up parties when she was a kid - before waving to the bartender for another drink. “oh, my god,” she said, growing highly impatient with piper, who she viewed as basically just tipsy and annoyingly peppy, “nothing is wrong except me being way too sober to try and have this conversation.” she was being an asshole, she knew it - but, like, it was reality tv. it was a party. somebody was going to have to be the asshole, and it was way to hard for liv to keep herself from filling that role.

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parkjichae-piper​:

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it wasn’t that this party wasn’t fun, it’s just that this is still new, and piper needs to build up more courage to even look at these girls. and in order for piper to build up the courage to do anything at this party, she needed that magic juice. she made her way to the bar, a pretty set up (the crew really outdid themselves) and ordered a bay breeze. she picked at her nails as she waited for the drink, when she turned to see someone else at the bar too. piper eyed them up and down; they were cute, obviously, but piper could only just smile at them awkwardly. 

she got her drink and started sipping; before long, she was feeling the buzz (lightweight problems). the same girl sat that the bar, only this time, piper found her voice, turning to her with slightly hooded eyes and voice way too loud. “whatcha drinkin’? it looks good!” piper peaked into the other girl’s cup to try and see what it was. “i like sweet drinks so i got this… i’m piper, and you are?” she sheepishly smiled at the other.

-

first of all, liv was in a little bit of a mood - she just could not decide which of her many pink ensembles looked best on her, and her own indecision made her feel sort of flighty and dumb, so basically, she was just getting on her own nerves at this point. plus, most of the drinks being offered were those really sugary drinks that gave you the most vicious hangovers ( the kind liv might have liked in concept had they not been the backdrop of some of the worst hangovers of her life when she was in high school ). after going back and forth with the bartender for a while, ( who somehow didn’t believe she was 21 ), she finally managed to get a martini, which would have to do. basically, she just wasn’t drunk enough to be enjoying herself yet - she was in a mood. and, of course, it didn’t help when one of her housemates appeared, loud and drunk and resembling a pop-up book from hell, trying to make small talk. “martini,” she answered, eyes flicking down to her own drink to the other’s. it became evident to liv: she should have pregamed in her room so she’d have spent her final moments of sobriety for the night in privacy, as is wise. she’d made a mistake not doing so. “i am... not drunk enough to deal with this,” she said, circling her hand in a single, dismissive gesture towards piper. she didn’t even actually mean it with that much malice - everyone knows how awkward it is to be sober, trying to make smalltalk with someone a lot tipsier than you are - but it came out, like, really bitchy, without her really intending it to. 

[faulkners]

event 001 : the pink party

“pink is, like - not my color.”

[faulkners]

welcome to the confessionals booth.

task 001 : first impressions.

time: 20 minutes before the first match ceremony.

she slips into the booth carrying herself in a way she means to ooze confidence, takes her seat, and stretches her linked hands out in front of her, cracking her knuckles. she clears her throat, straightens up, and pastes on a smile. 

“i’m liv faulkner, i’m twenty-one, and i’m not here to make friends. i’m not even here to fall in love. sweethearts - that’s a little saccharine for me. it’s reality tv, after all. maybe i’m alone in that, but to me, it’s all strategy. i mean, i know i have to find a match - i understand the concept of the show. but do i actually think one of these people is going to be ‘the one’ for me? no, absolutely not. 

that’s pretty ridiculous. it’s a show. it’s about money, drama, exposure. and i can do drama. i don’t know about some of my housemates, though. i mean, juliana, charlotte, phil? they’re so damn nice it makes me dizzy. and i know what you’re all gonna say when you type away at your little phone screens on your twitter accounts with 26 followers: let people be happy, liv, don’t be such a hater. maybe i’m happiest when i’m being a hater. have you thought about that? it’s all ‘let people enjoy things’ until i’m enjoying myself, and then it’s some big issue. it’s bias against me for having great tits.

i mean, i can tolerate some of them. bronte and alana obviously know how to have a good time - i did some drinking with bronte and didn’t totally hate the experience, which is saying plenty around here. kath doesn’t seem so bad, deja and lucia are just straight up hot. then there’s duckie - god, that’s a name that’s basically impossible to take seriously. but she is seriously hot - and she said she likes to party, so i’ve kind of got to give her a shot. 

there’s mimi, who’s drop-dead gorgeous and already who i’m partial to. i think i’m gonna match with her tonight, ‘cause, duh. i like that she didn’t waste any of my time. i liked that she - i don’t know,” she cut herself off suddenly, blinked, cleared her throat, and straightened up again. 

“that’s all i have to say for now, but i’m sure i’ll be back to talk shit sooner rather than later. see you next time i’m drunk.” she blew a kiss at the camera and left. 

honesty day confessionals : after the ceremony.

time: 2.5 hours after the first match ceremony.

enough time has elapsed for liv to be... pretty drunk. she stumbles into the booth, fighting for her life to stay poised in the heels that take her from 5′3 to 5′6. “alright, bitches, i’m backkk. hahaha. did you see that? two beams, i know that’s right. i’m no psychic, but i’m, like, pretty sure that one of them is me and mimi. i mean, i have to be practical, i know that - like, would they put us together, these producers? but, like, we are two hot head bitches. then again, who knows? like, it’d be totally dramatic if they put me with someone they knew i’d hate, right? but i can do dramatic.” after this statement, she takes a moment to smooth down her hair with her hands, using her phone as a mirror, as if only just now remembering that she’s on camera. 

“but it totally could be us. i mean, if it’s not, then i don’t know who. everyone is super hot, but, like - i just hope it isn’t someone annoying. i hope it’s not fuckin’ charlotte. duckie is like - like, she’s hot, i don’t know anything about her, but i feel like she matched with that other chick. and, like, if it is mimi and me, there’s still one other couple, right? like - okay, maybe kath and sadie make sense? i don’t know. i mean, i’ve gotta figure out my own shit, and maybe also i have to try and know who everyone else should match with, ‘cause how can i trust these bitches to know what the fuck they’re doing, right? i’m not losing money because they can’t get it together. i should, like - ” she cuts herself off with a giggle, “make an excel spreadsheet. for real. yeah, like, that’s what i’m gonna try and do this week. make an excel spreadsheet and be super hot and totally figure this shit out. oh, fuck, i totally should have been a business major.”

[faulkners]

* THERE'S A THOUSAND OTHER WAYS I'D RATHER KILL MY TIME.

[faulkners]

dvckiesfm​:

it should’ve been ridiculous to assume that duckie was internally pumping her fist back in celebration of making a good point to liv, who was exactly the kind of woman she found terrifying and enthralling, but it wouldn’t have been ridiculous in the slightest. she hoped she hid it well, but there was a twitch in her smile that she suspected gave it away. “duly noted. we’re skipping vermont on the cross-country roadtrip,” she joked. her raw excitement took a hit during the pause between how and whimsical, but it brought an entirely new look to her features; amusement. “i’ve been called worse,” she said, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly. “i have to admit, the reality shows in the states are a whole lot most entertaining than in oz. but i came for the surfing, stayed for the parties. we just don’t get los angeles parties in newcastle.,” she admitted before a short pause. “what made you want to be on this one, then? reality show, i mean.”

-

“who’s ‘we?’” liv asked curiously, cocking her head to the side a little. she wondered if she was intimidating the other girl, if she had that kind of power already. she sort of hoped that she did. her interest was peaked, though - “surfing?” she asked, and it’d be a lie to say she didn’t think that was, okay, kind of hot. she tried not to let the interest bleed through to her expression, or to her voice. “we don’t get los angeles parties in vermont, either.” she opted for new york parties instead, but even that was an awfully long trip to make regularly. at duckie’s question, liv paused, and considered lying. instead, for no reason she could discern, she told the truth: “i wanted to piss off my dad,” she said, then struck a runway model pose for any of the many cameras she was sure were watching them. 

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bronteb​:

“i mean, i know i do.” bronte lifted her gaze to the ceiling, taking it as a compliment to her appearance though she knew that wasn’t how liv meant it. they all seemed bound to get stupid drunk and she for one was excited. interesting things happened when people got drunk… like bronte getting to make out with pretty girls. making the blonde her own drink, she narrowed her eyes as she considered the question thrown her way. “i mean… you chose mimi, right? think the vibe might be there?” she wasn’t sure if she believed they were a perfect match, but more for not knowing them than not wanting it to be so. 

-

once her drink was prepared, liv drank it without hesitation, doing all she could to maintain a stone-cold poker face about the whole thing even thought it was kind of strong ( read: gross ). she considered the question, licked the remaining drops of alcohol from her lips, then answered. “sure, i do. i wouldn’t have picked her if i didn’t, after all. she’s hot. but we’re not exclusive, if that’s what you’re asking,” she confided, offering the other a little wink. “and what about you? think your match is your one true love, or something, hmm?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.