she’s swaying in and out of people in the crowd , only to somehow get trashed up against another body . a girl with long hair , and even longer legs --- and a main attraction to strictly avoid . needless to say , the luck ran out , and along with it , the contents of sav’s cup sloshes up and onto white linens . “ that was an accident , i swear- ” her hands raised in defense , as if it’d somehow make her point , but if anything , it only made her more vulnerable to a counter strike . “ guess it’s a good thing it’s an all white party , huh ? woulda’ hated to spill cranberry vodka on prada , or whatever . ”it wasn’t meant as a jab , but the animosity between them could have spoken a language of it’s own .
white sneakers are illuminated by the taunt of a black light , the neon cup in her hand spotted like speckled dots across a crowd of swaying bodies . her nose crinkles as she sipped on the plastic rim of a solo , and a sound caught somewhere between a smile and a wrinkled nose , surpassed parted lips . “ too much vodka . ” she’ll scrunch her features and smile , shaking bouncy curls with a shrug of her shoulders . ( she’d drink it , either way -- considering the buzz was starting to set in by now . ) nonetheless , zully’s gaze raises up to the familiar features of caleb , and her eyes often . “ you sure it’s okay that i borrowed your shirt ? it’s probably going to get ruined with paint by the end of tonight . ” she’ll teeter out a quick glance , girls she’d seen in passing , and among the skin tight , white skirts and tube tops-- she kinda’ stuck out . “ i don’t look stupid , right ? like some--- risky business meets american pie wanna’be ? ”
––––––––––NO STRANGERS TO a party, she’s quick to show up far from sober. rather here to have a good time and wake up with little memories of the night before. immediately finding her way to the bar, she’s pouring herself a drink, eyes searching for familiar ( or not so desirable ) faces. spotting someone she vaguely recognizes, she’s got a big smile as she saunters over, resting an arm on their shoulder, leaning on them. ‘ didn’t think you’d show up to one of these. thought of you more as a home body. ’
brows are lifted with insinuation , despite her size , she can handle her liquor better than half the self proclaimed frat kings pouring themselves another one . then again , she was at her senior year , and it’d be a tidbit embarrassing if she couldn’t shoot cheap tequila . however , the pitch of voice catches her off guard , swoshing the mixture in her cup from rim to rim before taking another sip . “ please , i was practically bombarded the second i got back from my sisters place---- no was not an answer the girls were ready to accept . ”
ARRIVING TO THE PARTY LATE --- zully took the last two weeks off to visit her sister in new york . when she comes back , she’s being bombarded into a party w/ no warning . she’ll scramble together by snagging a shirt off a friend’s wardrobe-- that is certainly not hers , and almost large enough to be considered a dress . pairing it w/ a pair of white sneakers , and fishnet socks she’d had saved from a few halloween costumes back . topping it off w/ a statement glowing flower crown she’d let sit on the end of her dresser for a year or two , and a glittery eye look along w/ scattered neon paint that insinuates her statement in pink .
❛ ✶ ( RACHEL HILSON , CISFEMALE , SHE/HER ) — did you see ZAHRAH BELLO walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the TWENTY ONE year old SENIOR. from what i know , they are studying POLITICAL SOCIOLOGY and are a part of OMEGA ALPHA PI . they come across as + MAGNETIC but also - UNCONTROLLABLE , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @IHEARTZULLY ) it says they are a SCORPIO . when i see them , i think of BOX RED WINE SIPPED ON CRYSTAL GLASSES , LAUGHTER IN THE FACE OF DETERMINATION , HONEY-DEW GAZES AND GLOSS LIP STAINS . the most interesting thing i’ve heard about them though , is the fact that REDACTED , but don’t tell anyone i told you that . ooc info . layla . 23 . est . she/her .
hi everyone , i’m layla &. i think i’ve rped w/ a couple of you before but here is my baby zully ! down below are some quick tidbits about her ! if you’d like to plot w/ her give this a like ! i have a few connections in mind , but if that doesn’t strike ya’ fancy , we can brainstorm !
honey dipped in vanilla , she is one of the warmest girl you’ve ever met . she has kind eyes , and she’s approachable in the quarter with a smile and ringlet curls reflecting the sun like gold . many mistake kindness for weakness , until you’ve had a conversation with her . she’s always been extremely outspoken about what she believes in , drunk ramblings on political views at frat parties , and long rants against your professor -- and why his opinion is appreciated , but nevertheless, still wrong -- in a shared class .
she doesn’t purposely go out of her way to hurt people , but the sting of a intellectual comeback might sit on a silver tongue that’s mumbled under her breath . it’s the passion that gets her in trouble , and the way it comes in wild cards with people--- subjects --- and her own morals set on a ridiculously high standard for herself .
you pronounce her name like zara , but at the start of college , she’d gotten the nickname zully and it kind of just stuck . it was easier to pronounce , more efficient for her professors to remember , and it became a staple . the nickname was probably given the start of freshman year , by someone on campus --- likely an ex boyfriend / girlfriend , or an ex best friend . so if you’re interested , in that just lmk !
zahrah is actually a twin , and her fraternal sister’s name is nimah . they hav always been extremely close , and look a lot alike , despite not being identical--- you could confuse them to be , if you didn’t know better . their parents moved to cambridge from nigeria when they first got married thirty years prior , and her mother is a doctor on a medical floor at the hospital . their father passed away when the girls were sixteen from a cardiac issue , and was a retired medical professional as well .
when their father passed away , he put money away for the girls to start their lives and go to college . however , nimah had always been more of a reckless spirit , despite zahrah’s freedom . nimah moved to new york city the second she turned eighteen with the money their father left her . this of course , causing a rift between the twins and their mother--- while zahrah went straight to university and her half of the money dried up into tuition fees . nonetheless , zahrah has always been in the middle of a the feud between her sister , and their mother .
zahrah is often misunderstood , and this comes with the complexity of who she is . it wasn’t a mistake that the men around campus began to notice her the moment she’d offered a kind and inviting smile . though , while getting to know her , whether it be because she was uninterested in them , or a personal hit to their ego--- they started using phrases to put her in a box . high maintenance , uncontrollable , she wouldn’t be the girl they’d take home to their father’s in the hamptons because her views and outspokenness could be a challenge--- despite her kindness . she wasn’t a pretty porecelain doll , and she certainly wouldn’t stand by your side as a trophy wife --- to smile and nod .
* PHYSICAL .
when i say this girl is tiny , i mean it . she’s 5ft even ---- barely . she’s incredibly small built , dainty shoulders and dainty wrists . very rarely does she wear heels , so it’s noticed--- it’s probably the first thing you notice about her , other than her smile . her hair falls just past her collar bones when left natural , with dark ringlet curls . vivid gazes resemble stained glass , the color of honey dipped in sunlight , with long dark lashes to match . she has a single tattoo on the corner of her left wrist that reads : ignited --- in fine line cursive . she wrinkles her nose when she laughs , and she wrinkles her nose when she’s mad -- her cheeks tint a deep red , while drifting across the bridge of her nose and to the tips of her ears . she never stutters , but starts talking extremely fast when she’s agitated or excited .
* HOBBIES .
zully loves to read , mostly fiction romances ---- when she’s not being forced to study . it’s a guilty pleasure . you can catch her in between classes in the courtyard , either at a table or on the edge of a fountain .
she writers along with it , journal entries , and they’re personal . she keeps a leather notebook by her bed , and for the most part just writes about her day before she sleeps .
she sews a lot , mostly because growing up -- she could never find jeans that fit right . they were always too long , too big , so she had to learn how to inseam before she even made it to high school .
braiding hair , where she got good at it mostly because of her sister-- who often liked to wear her hair in protective styles rather than their natural curls . it helped either way , giving the twins the ability to be told apart .
* CONNECTIONS .
ex best friend : likely they pushed for zully to join a sorority , but they ended up in different ones , and drifted because of it . they don’t really get along anymore , and the differences in sororities probably has caused the rift . they both miss each other , but will never admit it . ( maybe the person who gave her the nickname )
ex something : whether it be they were dating , or on the verge of dating , your muse screwed it up . they got into a fight and both ended up drinking , except yours woke up in someone else’s bed . either way , she hasn’t spoken to your muse since . ( maybe the person who gave her the nickname )
best friend that never got the chance : male or female , they ran into each other freshman year . literally . they both ended up in the nurse’s room with a concussion , and they’ve been inseparable ever since . there could have been the chance where they were almost something more , but it fizzles . there could also still be unresolved feelings on one end , but unspoken .
is this chemistry , or are we enemies ? : basically , this muse shares one or two classes with zully and that’s how they met . it started with them loving to get under her skin , riling her up to see a reaction ---- but then they started to enjoy it a little too much . zully thinks your muse is the thorn in her side , but your muse is starting to get a little too comfortable wanting her to notice . they might have even unthinkingly hooked up at some point . this plot is also based heavily off this plot HERE .
