[ During the past month or so, Logan had been spending a lot of time with one Lucille Fairchild. He was distancing himself somewhat from his previous almost-baby drama and indulging in a totally selfish break from the heavy feelings associated with all that was happening with his gals. But he was also happy (a feeling he was having trouble processing at the time). Despite the fact he’d dressed up in a totally not Logan Hunter suit and tie (no glitter, no leather but his socks were pretty funky), working the room of another charity hooplah was pretty fun. At least with Lu for company, it was fun. ]
So... Are we toasting to another successful shmooze-fest or to Mrs Fitzherbert landing herself another husband twenty years her not-senior? Or there’s always secret option number three which involves you in that dress. Seriously, we’re going to have to start coordinating before I become the worst-dressed in this relationship.
Do you think the Fairchild ball disaster will have a negative impact on your relationship with your sister?
I can’t imagine it’s going to have a positive impact. I— It’s not like we’ve ever seen eye to eye on anything, ever but this was supposed to be different. I was supposed to be different, for her. Me and Lu were finally getting on for the first time in forever and I was actually trying. Too hard, probably but I did it anyway and for what? What was the point? Lulu will never understand why I can’t be a part of this life anymore, why I don’t want to be close to our parents and I guess they’ll feel the same way now entirely but… It was just supposed to be different. So yeah, it’s gonna have a “negative impact” on my relationship with my sister.
“ I wish you were here Emmeline, look if you’re too busy to do some things just tell me and I can sort it. But you need to communicate with me. ”
“ I am here, Lucille. See? Go ahead, pinch me. I’ll definitely feel it. Communication is key, you need it, I have it. We’ll communicate. We’re even communicating right now. ”
Congratulations Chloe! You were accepted to play Lucille Fairchild! You never fail to amaze me with your apps and I find it wonderful that even though you don’t need to write a para sample, you do, just to see if you really can play the character or not. Your dedication is one of a kind. And here’s a little gift
Please send your account in ASAP, open your ask and submit and so fourth. You know the drill!
-Admin J
Always fill in the OOC part, please.
OOC:
Name: Chloe
Age: 19
Gender / Preferred Pronouns: She, her
Where are you from? / Timezone: GMT, UK!
How active are you? (please describe in words): You know me by now im usually always lurking and always here. You just can’t get rid of me.
How did you find out about us? With my Tardis! Nah, I’ve been here a long time so it was probably the tags back in the day.
What made you apply? Because I love you all?
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Canon Application:
Character Name: Lucille Fairchild
Why do you want this character?: To play someone so prim and proper compared to Blair sounds incredibly interesting to me. I love the idea of her being held in such high esteem and actually doing what’s expected of her. She’s a polar opposite compared to Blair, and that excites me. I want to delve a little deeper in there, and also who can resist emilia clarke?
Any changes? (If you wish to change an FC discuss it with me, off anon, beforehand): Nope.
Desired ships: Chemistry as always.
Character’s Bday: August 3rd
3 virtues and 3 flaws, explaining each:
She can hold her tongue. This is a virtue definitely on the upper east side, especially with some of the people around. She knows when to speak and when just to politely laugh something off. Lucille knows how to keep herself out of trouble, and she definitely thinks before she speaks. Meaning its rare her mouth gets her into trouble, hardly ever in fact. However, she often doesn’t speak up for herself and this is a flaw. Lucille often has strong thoughts but doesn’t act on them. Meaning she’s often lost things that are dear to her such as her sister. Lucille feels like if she had spoken up to her, then maybe she could have convinced her to stay and things wouldn’t have changed so much. Lucille is confident and can hold her head high, she’s assured in who she is as a person and knows how to present herself. This is a virtue because she isn’t afraid to public speak, and she isn’t afraid to be self assured in what she does. Despite this, she can be a bit quick to judge others at times. Those who go against ideals, and those who go against the privileges they were given. She’s quick to call them ungrateful, and often neglects hearing the full story. However this makes her a hypocrite because in her eyes as long as you say yours p’s and q’s and count your graces, you can have as many affairs as you want as long as you keep them secret and keep up an image. Lucille is trustworthy, if she is told a secret despite how much she might judge she won’t tell anyone else. That secret goes to the grave with her, and she understands everyone’s business is their own and everyone is allowed a private life. She understands around the area she lives, private means private and she respects that. One last flaw she could improve on is her intent to stick to the rules. She can be spontaneous, but she’s a stickler to keep to plans and not cancel on anyone. Lucille hates the thought of upsetting people or making her parents mad. But if she learned to realise the rules aren’t always the best way, then maybe she would discover something more than the graces.
If you don’t get this character, who would be your second choice?
Jane Bonheur
Para Sample (A couple of paragraphs, ALWAYS as the character you’re applying for):
Yet another cocktail party, yet another group of her mother’s friends to smile and laugh it. Even if some of their jokes were somewhat tasteless, but that was Lucille’s job. To laugh, smile, compliment and be well- perfect. Lucille’s smile seemed painted on, as it never left her face and her laugh never seemed to waiver. Her hair always fell in place, and the sun always seemed to shine in her world. As she looked at the charity’s for that night chair woman talking about the new pool boy, she couldn’t help but wonder if that would be her in twenty years time. Lucille denied it, she would never be a mistress or be one of those ladies. What they chose to do in their own time was their business, but Lucille was determined to be the good house wife. Attend charity balls and dinner, and be the socialite her mother was. That was the expectation of her, and she full planned to exceed that expectation just like she had done so many times prior.
As she smiled to herself, she was brought back down to reality with the words she really didn’t want to hear. It made her breath shaky, but she steadied herself. Lucille couldn’t show the hurt that lay behind her eyes when she was asked, “So how is Emmeline?” That question was never asked. Anyone who was anyone only spoke about that when they weren’t in their presence, but every so often one of these ladies had a bit too much and the topic would crop up. Lucille kept her smile and touched Mrs. Handervort’s arm gently, “She’s working hard and keeping well. Thank you for asking.” An automatic answer that just seemed to roll off her tongue now. The topic clearly moved on, and her mother soon chimed again. It was more obvious the topic was sore with her mother, whereas Lucille hid it well. Emmeline’s choice, Lucille respected that and hoped. Well knew, that one day she would realise the error and come back to attending those parties with them.
As the night drew on Lucille grew tired and asked to be excused by her mother. As she said her farewells Lucille grabbed her coat and walked and sat on the steps outside. This life was perfect, comfortable and everything that any respectable woman could hope for. So why did Emmeline go against it so hard? Why did she complain about it like she did? Lucille knew the path. Get married, have children and organise one hell of a ball like her mother. Be the woman she was expected to be. Be held in high esteem, Lucille laughed to herself remembering times of yester years when her and Emmeline would sneak down the stairs of her home to peak in on dinners. The times that they talked about being the ladies they were expected to be, falling in love and living the life that had been laid out to them. When they would dress up and act like the ladies, they were now. Well, that Lucille was. Emmeline had had it all in front of her, and Lucille was so jealous she got to reach them places first. Not in a spiteful way, in a more admiration way. Now she felt somewhat alone in that goal, but onwards and upwards. Lucille knew Emmeline would regret it one day, and maybe they could one day be friends and act like they were when they were little again. But that day was not to day, and as Lucille slipped into the car and watched all the passing lights. She couldn’t help but think how lucky she was to run in the circles she did.
An Emmeline and Lucille AKA Fairchildren Moodboard: 1/?
“I’m not doing this again, Em. It’s not like you ever had to work a day in your life, you just let me do all the work for you. Besides, isn’t that pretty much what you do all day? Sit around and order cake?”
“You’ve got me, Missy Lulu. I’d say I’d keep you back a slice sometime but I’m sure it would ruin your vegan, wheat-grass, syrup diet or whatever the latest is.”
Can we just take a second out of our day to appreciate the Fairchild family gene pool?
We can take a second out of every day to appreciate the Fairchild family gene pool.
Speaking of the gene pool, when exactly are we going to see Lucille Fairchild walk down the aisle? I mean, we all know that ladies who lunch don’t stay single for long and with a mother like that… I’m sure there’s many a man on the market but I think we should all keep her eyes out for Julian Donovan, wherever he’s hiding.
Nothing says Upper East Side like a little best friend and then insert appropriate title here. Sister in this case.
