lavender town.

kari lee. carolyn if she's modeling. abra if she's rapping. unapologetic controversial princess; president of the creepy girls inc, lead rapper of orchid. 

[karabra]

hi everyone! i’m currently dead in the middle of fixing up a new theme, so i ask that you please don’t look at kari’s blog right now! however, i wanna be able to get started as soon as i’m finished so; like this for a starter? 

[milvj-blog]

“‘Calling him daddy if he asks’ AHH–” she laughed loudly, her body doubling over. “Girl, you are crazy. There is no man on this God-given earth, I’ll call ‘daddy’ expect my daddy.” Quieting down she actually thought of a couple of men that would qualify and retracted her statement. “Well, maybe there are a few…” she coyly added as she was shown the picture on the screen. “Mars ain’t one of ‘em. He’s a four point five? A strong six in this picture.”  

[karabra]

“Oh my god, what?” Kari is in shock. “A four point five? Oh my god....” She doesn’t quite know what to say, this is a phenomenon she’s not quite used to. “Oh my god. I had no idea you were blind, I can’t believe this.” She exits the image with a certain melancholy that has been well practised, being the drama queen that she is. “Okay then. Out of the Crown Boys exclusively, who would you give the highest score?” She asks, shutting her laptop over.

[karabra]

@sodefsoul (from here)

The favour she asks from him makes him lift his brows in growing surprise and while he could have easily done so without prying, he doesn’t. A smile slowly spreads on Jay’s mouth and while he had been on his phone all along, he suddenly locks the device and slips it in the inside pocket of his jacket rather than doing what she asked. “I can’t give you Luke’s phone number—it belongs to him after all,” he jokes, more than willing to stretch out the potential trade for as long as he possibly could. “I can tell you what his number is—maybe—but I’m surprised you don’t have it.” A pause follows during which he inspects a hand, bringing it a little closer to inspect his nails and only after a silence much longer than necessary does he cast a glance back towards Kari, wearing an impish grin. “Why do you want his phone number anyway? Clear that up for me and I might do that.”

As soon as Jay smiles, Kari knows that he’s not about to make it easy for her. Her frown settles on her face as she practices her best puppy-pout. Being cute was natural, evidently, but acting cute to get her own way was something she struggled much more with. “This is not the time for jokes.” She says, forcing her laugh to stay in her belly. She stares at him incredulously as he falls silent after his ‘maybe’, only to groan when he inevitably asks the question of why. “It’s actually, like,” She takes the opportunity to buy herself more time to think up something to say by making a show of flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Really secret and uh, classified. I just need to get his number, I’m not uh, in the position to disclose any more information than that.” She furrows her brows as she doubts her own words. He was certainly not going to buy that. “Also, you’re not annoying enough to inflict serious physical damage without guilt, but the same cannot be said for the twins, and I’m not above holding them for ransom until you give me what I want.” Yup. That’ll do it.

[karabra]

@ohdais, do you love it?

“Daisy, Daisy...” Kari shakes her head pensively, perching herself atop a table in the recording studio. “Girl group rapper I may be...” She trails off, inspecting the glittering gold of her acrylics with an attentiveness she reserves only for two things-  nails and certain ever-so-pretty, albeit grumpy leaders of certain boy-bands who’s names begin with T. “But I bet I could take you in a rap battle.”

[karabra]

@milvj, do you love it?

“On a scale of one to ten,” Kari says as she scrolls through Google Images, looking intently for the best picture she could find. “One being ‘No, thanks’, and ten being ‘abandoning all morals and calling him daddy if he asks’,” She smiles softly as she reaches what she’s looking for, pulling up the most flattering picture of Mars she could find. The girls had been discussing the men of Crown for a while now- initially with a fond disdain over their antics- but Kari was a woman of little shame, and the conversation had quickly switched streams to who was the hottest. “What would you rate Mars?”

[karabra]

@sorasimply, do you love it?

“Hey, Pikachu.” Kari flops down beside the youngest member of Lotus, sighing as the cold mirror of the dance room presses against her back. They’d been practising pretty intensely lately, and the sterile coolness was far welcomed. “You’re doing well.” She says, pulling at the neck of her shirt to try and fan herself. “But your top is on inside out.” 

[karabra]

@harlsqn, do you love it?

“I am such a mess.” Kari states to the Lotus dorm living room. From her favourite spot to lie on on the couch, her bowl of ramen is burning uncomfortably warm against her stomach, even through her nightshirt, but she’s far too lazy to switch positions. She shifts her head to stare at Harley with well acted anguish. “When did I become such a fucking recluse? I know we’ve got a lot to do right now, but I don’t even remember what daylight looks like. Every day I’m like, okay Carolyn, be a decent human. Go take a walk. Look at some flowers. Enjoy what’s left of nature before humanity drains every last drop of life out the world. But then I’m like, I mean, I could, but I could also watch old TKO performances and laugh at their debut era hair.” She drops her fork into her bowl with a sigh, and stretches her arms above her head. The bowl rocks dangerously on her naval, but she’s not the type to waste anything. If it starts to fall, bet your ass she’ll catch it. “I decided to go buy some new sneakers for rehearsal at like, eight am, and I’ve been promising myself to go to the mall today every hour. Now it’s like, ten pm. All the sports stores are shut. I’m a monster.”