#opalsstarter

[aislinswalsh]

status : open . ( @opalsmedia​​ ) location : outside at the side of the building .

typically if aislin found herself hiding away from a party it was because she no longer wanted to play her mother’s mind games. this time, it was because she never wanted the night to end. everything felt temporary with how fast paced it all seemed to be moving. she just wanted a moment to remind herself that it wasn’t so fleeting. a moment to ground herself in the knowing that this was her reality. so use to playing by herself it wasn’t long before her mind related her surroundings to that of one of her favorite film’s little women. with one check to ensure there was no one around she set in motion. the dance jo and laurie had shared that she had memorized easing from her limbs. she moved as if she truly did have a partner, every light step, each muscle spasm; her laughter filled the air until the sound of someone approaching tore her out of it. her movements stopped abruptly, and she faced them with red cheeks and a chest that rose and fell with the cardio she’d just done. “ right. well i’m mortified. ” she greeted with a nervous laugh as she smoothed out the front of her dress. “ don’t suppose there’s anyway you could act like you saw absolutely none of that --- how much of it did you see exactly ? ”

[carneliean]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 — 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐔'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐋

can  anyone  hide  the  truth  of  their  heart  in  france?  it’s  vanessa’s  first  time  in  the  country  of  love  —  her  first  time  outside  of  rainy,  cloudy  england  —  and  she’s  come  to  adore  the  quiet  romance  of  the  mountains.  she  watches  it  with  open  wonder  now,  lounging  in  the  pool  after  her  morning  laps,  a  pink  flush  to  her  cheeks  that  makes  vanessa  appear  younger  than  her  twenty  two  years.  her  mother  and  father  feel  far  away.  even  basile’s  presence  in  the  vicinity  can’t  dampen  her  spirits  as  she  and  the  snow-topped  mountains  share  a  moment  of  peace  and  understanding.  she  admires  its  strength;  covets  the  way  it  will  last  for  the  ages  no  matter  the  avalanches  that  tumble  down  its  slopes.  when  another  enters  the  indoor  pool,  vanessa  looks  away  from  the  grand  windows,  heart  unguarded  and  eyes  unveiled.  “hey  —  do  you  happen  to  know  what  time  it  is?”  

[magnctic]

// * OPEN !! 

“ WE WERE ONLY IN ‘ LOCKDOWN ‘ for a few hours , max . yet the way some of these people are carrying on , you’d think we were in lockdown for the whole of 2020 . “ she’s looking over at a particular girl , who’s crying crocodile tears , talking to some PATHETIC journalist nearby who asks just how traumatising the whole thing must have been . alejandra is 1000% certain the girl knows neither eliot or miles . “ rich people suck . “ she can’t help but say with a curled up lip . “ present company excluded . “ alejandra adds , wiping imaginary dust off her alexander mcqueen skirt . “  i don’t mean to be insensitive . it WAS a tough few hours there , and i was absolutely out of my mind . and we still don’t know where miles is . . “ alejandra drifts off , before shaking her head . “ it’s been a strange few months , hasn’t it ? tell me something GOOD that’s happened in your 2020 , please . i could do with it right now  . “ 

[eleanorbennetts]

@opalsmedia​ // open starter !! 

         EAGER IS THE BEST WORD to describe nora on that evening. placed in the honour of being invited into the opal society ---- the most prestigious group on campus ---- she’s practically drunk on the excitement and intrigue swirling in the air. so many people - the current opals, and the other prodigies being called to join. nora wants to know every single one of them.               only ---- where on earth is she supposed to begin? she knows june, of course, and she knows the sapphire inviting her into the line ( nevermind how her heart MELTS with that knowledge. she was chosen ! they wanted her there ! they saw her as earning of the place ! oh, nora could swoon with how lovesick she was. ) and while it was appealing to trail at their heels like a lost puppy, she decides against it for now. instead, she weaves her away around the room, searching for someone to meet. 

               she’s WARM when she settles next to someone, her smile bright and her hand extended out to shake. “i’m eleanor. eleanor bennett, if you missed that. but you can call me nora. please call me nora, actually. it’s nice to meet you.” she could’ve kept rambling on --- practically having to bite her own tongue to get herself to stop talking. her smile didn’t falter for a second. 

[edenkept]

            ▸     …..      𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏     .    @opalsmedia​

                                                    ◟    *    something    sinister    written    in    the    way    she    sends    them    a    look    over    a    raised    glass    of    deep    scarlet    .    the    tilt    of    her    head    ,    eyes    sweeping    over    twenty    four    bodies    before    returning    to    the    person    in    front    of    her    ,    her    lip    curls    .     𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒓    𝒕𝒉𝒆    𝒑𝒐𝒕    ,    figure    it    out    .    ❝    riddle    me    this    ,    thirteen    new    kids    ,    twelve    forgotten    ones    .    ❞    a    blatantly    disrespectful    joke    toward    her    seniors    ,    but    she    takes    a    sip    of    her    wine    anyway    .    ❝    what    gives    ?    ❞

[highdrama]

open starter.

everything feels somewhat overwhelming, but there’s a thrill to it as well that delia can’t quite place-- it feels right to be in the company of those who share a like mind of passion, knowledge, growth, ambition. all of the things that have been on the forefront of delia’s mind from the time she could even form a coherent thought. well, sometimes, she still doesn’t think she can form a coherent thought-- they’re half thoughts and wonderings, stitched together and put on a page to form what her true thoughts really are. she’s itching for a smoke break and excuses herself from the conversation she’s in casually and with a smile, sneaking out the back, laying her head against the wall while she lights her cigarette. the company is nice, but she’ll always enjoy her moments of solitude. but she doesn’t mind that it’s fleeting-- she turns her head at the creak of the door, nodding her head in their direction. she flashes her pack of silk cut’s. “ come out here for a smoke? or are you looking for some fresh air and i am making a horrible first impression? ” @opalsmedia​

[jvden]

open 

always been one to keep to themselves, jaden is on the ground - not the grass, literally sitting in dirt - outside of strathmore with their headphones in and knitting needles in their hands. everything is weird. the opals are being secretive, not unusual. but jaden’s also not really putting in any effort whatsoever and therefore there’s no reason for them to be included in anything, is there? they’ve gone through a roller coaster of emotions in the span of 36 days. happens often, but after speaking with their mom, this was supposed to be something that would help. the society was supposed to ground them, give them an ‘anchor’. stupid.  their fingers move the yarn around the needles, their eyes watching their fingers work because focusing on anything else seems like a meaningless task. but then the sun is gone, and there is a human silhouette blocking their view. eyes squinting as they look almost directly into the sun that’s back-lighting their subject, “um, hi?” ( @opalsmedia​ )

[enrough]

open to  :  all   (  @opalsmedia​  )   location  :  the  chapel  

      she  is  not  here  to  worship,  nor  to  repent.  religion  isn’t  something  she’s  particularly  invested  in  ---  but  despite  her  beliefs  (  or  lack  thereof  ),  she  finds  herself  in  the  chapel  in  the  middle  of  the  afternoon,  even  though  she  should  be  in  her  economics  lecture  right  now.  skipping  class  and  shirking  responsibilities  isn’t  like  her,  but  there  is  a  lot  on  her  mind  and  she’s  looking  for  guidance.  of  course,  she  picks  the  time  of  day  where  she’s  certain  the  place  will  be  empty  ---  just  to  be  alone  with  her  thoughts.  there’s  too  much  to  question  these  days  ---  too  many  stones  left  unturned,  and  frankly,  she’s  not  sure  if  she  should  leave  them  that  way.  

    when  she  accepted  the  invitation  on  that  glittering  and  glorious  night  she  knew  her  life  would  be  forever  changed,  but  this  is  hardly  what  she  imagined.  she  knew  that  she  would  have  to  work  hard,  to  make  an  impression,  to  secure  her  place  if  she  ever  wanted  to  make  something  of  herself,  but  what  she  put  forth  didn’t  seem  to  matter.  not  when  the  opal  society  itself  was  falling  apart  at  the  seams  ---  not  when  secret  after  secret  threatens  to  knock  the  very  foundation  to  the  ground. 

    she  takes  a  seat  in  the  last  row  of  pews,  all  the  way  off  to  the  side  ---  clearly  she  is  not  here  to  be  bothered  ---  closes  her  eyes,  and  lets  out  a  sigh  that’s  been  knotted in  her  chest  for  weeks  now.  the  sound  of  footsteps  has  her  heart  sinking  in  her  chest,  wanting  very  much  to  not  be  disturbed.  it  seems  her  silent  wishes  are  ignored  as  the  other  approaches  and  she  lifts  her  gaze  to  look  at  them,  met  with  a  fellow  member,  the  exact  sort  of  person  she’s  been  trying  to  avoid.  

       “  didn’t  expect  to  see  you  here,  ”  she  leads,  tone  hushed,  “  were  you  looking  for  me  or  is  this  just  a  coincidence  ?  ”