he ended up at the party quite randomly and barely knew the girl who’s birthday it was. that made him feel sort of bad for not participating in the gift giving and such, so he made the decision to hide in the kitchen for a little bit and find a pet or something to do. “that’s… speaking of bad timing,” he cringed slightly and looked at the cake. “is it any good?” cas asked and walked towards julia. “oh, i don’t know. i’m not much of a champagne guy.”
Julia shrugged, picking up a bottle to look at it. she had picked up a few things about wine, a loose knowledge form her parents and their decadent parties. “Think so. But honestly, I’ll rink anything you put in my grubby little hands,” she joked, handing it over to Cas, her eyes still a bit red from the joint she had smoked earlier. “Want to open it? I’m kind of scared. Like I’ll accidentally poke your eye out with the cork.”
“ah, that explains all the shouting,” tiago said, corners of his mouth tilting in a smirk as he walked up to her until his thighs were against her knees. it was somewhat ironic, the entire scene, but he paid no attention to that, more focused on grabbing her hand before she could lick the frosting off her finger. “blue icing never looks trustworthy, i’m saving your life,” he said, putting on a serious face for half a second before leaning in to lick the icing of her finger instead, chuckling at her face. “it was good, we should steal the cake and a bottle and get out of here before the girlfriend starts throwing bottles at him or something.”
Tiago’s thighs against her knees made a smile spread on her face, the stupid, silly grin she got whenever he touched her. She liked to consider herself a good person. But when she kissed him, slept with him while he was dating Aleta, she really questioned that. Brown eyes drifted over her face as he licked the icing off her finger, the gesture sending a chill down her spine. “Sounds good to me. My place isn’t too far from here,” she suggested, eyes darting around quickly, hoping that no one was around to see how close they were standing to each other. “Think it’s probably the best idea for our safety. And why should a good cake go to waste?” She asked, hoping off the counter, her plaid skirt riding up as she did so, grabbing one of the champagne bottles off the counter.
bursts through the doors guns blazing. okay i can’t tell if this is a bad idea but i’m bringing in a third character. guess im just a glutton for punishment! anyways julia is a mess so come fuck up her life it’ll be a gr8 time for all involved
( cisfemale ) haven’t seen JULIA SOKOLOV around in a while. the MAIA MITCHELL lookalike has been known to be KINDHEARTED & CLEVER, but SHE can also be DESPONDENT & FICKLE. The 21 year old is a JUNIOR majoring in MUSIC. I believe they’re living in AUDAX but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door. ( olive. 21. est. she/her. )
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Licking a spare bit of frosting off her finger, Julia was sitting on the kitchen counter of a house party, cake in her lap that read “SORRY I’M SUCH A SHIT” in bright blue icing. She looked up, shrugging her shoulders at the person that entered the kitchen. “It was supposed to be a birthday party tonight. But this girl’s boyfriend thought it would be a good idea to apologize for cheating on her in the form of a cake, on her birthday,” Julia explained, putting the cake on the counter, dipping her finger into the “s” on “sorry”. “He went all out for champagne, though. Want to help me finish off a bottle?”
@julia.sok: Hopefully after what Riverdale did for the Archie comics, networks will finally take my sexy and mysterious exploration of the Garfield universe, "Lasagna Heights," seriously
Essentially, was indirectly involved in her sister’s death
IN GENERAL: Julia was drunk in high school and called her sister, Alena, begging her to come pick her up after Julia.
IN DETAIL: Mad at her parents for another fight, Julia went off to a party and got drunk after driving herself there. While at the party, she met up with her current boyfriend, Noah. Noah had been abusive for months, so when he started overdosing on coke, Julia called her sister in tears, leaving him in the bathroom. Noah survived, but the paramedics barely made it in time. Alena, Julia’s twin sister, didn’t. She got hit front-on by another drunk driver from theparty Julia was at and died instantly.
DOES ANYONE ELSE KNOW THIS SECRET?: Tatiana found out, and it nearly ruined their friendship. Julia voted for Tatiana in the Watershed out of spite. Julia’s parents know too, but that secret died when both of them did a few years ago.
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOUR CHARACTER HAS TO HIDE?: Just her... crippling guilt from all of the death that’s surrounded her life
bursts through the doors guns blazing. okay i can’t tell if this is a bad idea but i’m bringing in a third character. guess im just a glutton for punishment! anyways julia is a mess so come fuck up her life it’ll be a gr8 time for all involved
( cisfemale ) haven’t seen JULIA SOKOLOV around in a while. the MARGARET QUALLEY lookalike has been known to be KINDHEARTED & CLEVER, but SHE can also be DESPONDENT & FICKLE. The 21 year old is a JUNIOR majoring in MUSIC. I believe they’re living in AUDAX but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door. ( olive. 21. est. she/her. )
Julia Sokolov, 21, a music major from New York City
Julia’s parents were Russian immigrants who left during the fall of the Soviet Union and settled in New York. They were old old money, so growing up there were always parties, fancy dinners, galas for them to go to. She was mostly raised by a Polish nanny so she speaks Russian, Polish, and English
Her parents were always incredibly cold people. Her father drank too much, while her mother was too uptight. She always tried to please an impress them but it never seemed to be enough.
Their house was like, sterile. It looked like something out of a museum. Perfect for entertaining their friends, but a bad place to raise kids who would get abuse from spilling apple juice on the marble floors
Julia was their star child. a shining example of what they wanted from a daughter. Pretty, popular, a talented athlete, and clever. She was a great sister to her twin as well, Alena, who she acted as a sort of mentor towards.
She was always the more popular one, while Alena was a bit of an outcast. They were still the closest of friends, but the difference between them was stark when it came to the way their parents treated the two
Especially in high school, Julia started to drift away from the rest of her family and her upbringing. She started to resent how stifling her life was in Louisiana, and started rebelling with drinking, drugs, and partying hard.
She started getting deep into her music talent at this time with help from a teacher who saw how unhappy her home life made her. She stayed after school in this woman’s classroom a lot to avoid the inevitable fights, arguments, shattered glasses thrown at walls when she got home
One night, while drunk at a party, she called her sister to pick her up. Her sister was hit by another drunk kid trying to leave the party, and died instantly
This is when her entire family shut her out and started ignoring her completely. They would have kicked her out of the house were it not for the sake of keeping up appearances
Alena’s death was really hard on Julia’s parents, and she had never seen them in pain before. It was the first time they had emotions besides rage and annoyance
Julia’s dad had a heart attack at age 45, right before she graduated high school. Her mother quickly followed suit and killed herself, leaving Julia alone in the world with no one but her old music teacher to lean on for support
She ran off as soon as she got her diploma and took a flight to Paris, where she met an older guy and fell in love. Turns out, he was in a rock band. She spent the next year bouncing around from band to band Penny Lane style, getting her heart broken by a different guy every time.
She finally ended up strung out with alcohol poisoning in a hospital in Romania, with no one to come help her. She was honestly scared for her life at this point so she put in an application to Lockwood University to study music, got her act together and is now a student here
Is living off her parent’s inheritance money so can you say rich?
She’s surprisingly an intellectual! She reads a lot and it a slut for poetry
KIND. HEARTED. Loves you more than she loves herself.
Her style is part gritty, part high fashion. She always looks like she’s stepped out of a streetwear advert.
Easily manipulated! Will have sex with just about anyone if they’re nice to her
Still likes to party and probably does too many drugs
Her style is “Rachel Green 90′s love child”
some WANTED PLOTS for her are: cousins, family friends, bad influences, an unrequited crush (unrequited on julia or on the other person) hook ups, an on and off again relationship, book club buddies, a hateship, and a best friend
um or give me someone she decides to start dating, like a fling type thing. we can plan some chaos n strife, like maybe she cheats on them or gets cheated on IMMEDIATELY
hmmmmm okay give me someone who Julia has a crush on but they’re sleeping together and the other person just views it as fwb
i had a dream last night that mothman was getting sued by the state of west virginia for accidentally breaking light posts and he hired me as his lawyer and in court i was like “now my client is a giant moth so you cant blame him for loving lights” and halfway through my speech i turned to address mothman and saw he was bumping into the courtroom lights and they broke and caused a power outage
The joke earns little more than a muted noise in the back of his throat, amusement wearing thin from all the times his nationality had been the subject of laughter. Though far from sensitive, there was a fair amount of pride attached to his country of origin ; a symptom of his genetics, he supposed. “Connard. Means asshole. You should at least know all the profanities.” A finger brushes against his nostrils as he sniffs again, nose aching in a way that only served to complete his high, as much a part of it as the euphoria and excitement were. Her suggestion’s considered for no more than a second, passed over in favour of remaining in her company. “Tempting. But then I’d be leaving you to the vultures. I’ve heard bad things about these Hendrix boys. Can’t have that.” Without a cigarette to entertain them, his fingers fidget the bottom hem of her dress, her profile just visible in his periphery. “Hm, ‘s’why we make a good pair.” A sudden jerk of his head and he’s looking over at her with a brilliant smile, dark eyes meeting bright blue in perfect opposition. “Sloane, I’m going to be frank. I cannot remember her name and I do not feel a single shred of guilt because her favourite genre of music is EDM and she couldn’t tell me who Socrates was.” No amount of attraction could outweigh his desire for substance, intellectual conversation a more potent aphrodisiac than any other. “Might have been Britney. Or Claire.”
Finger lifting up to drag slowly along her own lip, Sloane looked him over, slight smirk spreading across her lips. She knew how to push Bas’s buttons, but her teasing always came from a kinder place. A recognition of the ways in which she knew he worked. And he knew how she worked too. He knew the ways in which most men only looked at her like something to be used, her intellect an cleverness tossed out in the trash in pursuit of what they really wanted. “Oh? Careful. Might actually begin to think you like me,” she jokes, smile spreading on her red lips, painted with her favorite shade of Chanel lipstick. As his fingers tough the bottom hem of her dress, she absentmindedly moves a hand to touch his shirt collar, a casually affectionate move. Her smile grew wider as it met his, the two of them wrapped into their own universe as Sloane could feel the eyes of the girl they were discussing boring into her skull. “Right. Plus, you keep me away from all those bad Hendrix boys.” Licking over her lips, hand traveling up to trace over his jawline before settling on his chest, she looked his face over again, his words bringing a smile to her face. “And I doubt any of the men here could tell me he difference between him and Plato. Terrible company,” Sloane complained. They had been in this position close, terribly close and probably too close. But not necessarily as close as she wanted. “Claire’s missing out,” she said, deciding to pull something bolder and graze her lips over his, pulling them closer together, just the hint of a touch before she pulled back, separating herself. “Think Claire’s jealous of me. She’s looking at me like she’ll bite me head off. Cannibal energy.”
Miles felt like this was the sort of situation where he should offer some sort of support, but he find himself without words to stay, eyes lingering on the ground as a cigarette dangled in his fingers. “Broke my elbow when I was like thirteen or something,” he said with a nod. “Have you really not broken a bone? Lucky. Thought those people with myths.”
“You got anymore cigarettes? Sorry, would normally have my own but they got plucked off me by drunk girls. There’s a lesson for you: Mother Teresa? An idiot,” Sloane joked, attempting to lighten the mood. “Nice. Was it a skateboarding injury? Just have a feeling about these things.” She shrugged her shoulders, flicking her Bic lighter on and off again. “Sasquatch in the flesh. Quick! Capture my image in charcoal pencil. I don’t appear in photographs.”
