flawless.

"Excuse you, I'm not just pretty. I am fucking flawless and don't you forget it, sweetheart."

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[thejohannarivera]

"Confidence is something you're born with, not something you just gain in a couple of weeks. And I should know because I had loads of it even at the age of 3."

[thejohannarivera]

The Life of Johanna Rivera » Appearance & Style

physical description: tan skin (sprays Victoria's Secret Vanilla Lace Fragrance Mist on self everyday), long dark brown hair, brown almond eyes with gold specks, 32C bra size, broad shoulders, slim figure, 5' 5 in height, weighs roughly around 120 pounds, freckles across the face, thick eyebrows, full pink lips (applied with banana flavored ChapStick every so often), two piercings on both ears, angular face shape, low pitched and raspy voice

fashion style: animal prints, bright neon colors, black leather, pencil skirts, mini skirts, denim jeans, rompers, high heel shoes, graphic t-shirts with sassy or rude statements on them or brand names, tank tops, short dresses, camisoles, solid colored leggings, designer sunglasses, anything with the Starbucks logo on it, fur coats, gold and silver jewelry, handbags worth more than $1,000, knee high boots, bras and thongs from Victoria's Secret      

aesthetic: sophisticated valley girl stripper hipster chic 

[andrewavari]

Oh, she paused on each word. She was stern about him being in “her” sunlight. “That’s no fun,” Andrew said, walking over to the other lawn chair. He placed his skateboard in between the both of them and laid down on the chair. “I think I ought to join you; no need for me to get all pale from the fluorescents,” he taunted, stretching his long limbs. He peered up at the clouds, chuckling devilishly.

[thejohannarivera]

"That's what cheap fluorescent lights do to people," She muttered, checking out the neon pink paint on her fingernails. Arcadia Academy wasn't exactly the ideal place that she would of picked for her education, however being there was a whole lot better than being at any old, boring private school somewhere in Richmond, Virginia. Plus she never had to worry about using her power with the risk of exposing herself around the school grounds. 

Johanna inhaled deeply through her nostrils and tried to not think about any violent thoughts of the skater boy who personally decided that he was worthy of her time. Or worthy to be her company. "If you are really worried about getting pale, then how about you do your tanning somewhere else? Maybe in a really high tree or possibly the top of a building?" She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "You know anywhere else but here? Near me? That'll be such a great thing for you to do." 

Her lips curved into a large grin, gritting her teeth together. "But no, seriously, get the ever motherloving fuck away from me."   

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[andrewavari]

Class was over, thus it was time to go back to the crib and get some food. Andrew, via his usual mode of transportation (skating), made his way across the cement walkways of Arcadia. He expertly weaved around many students, even jumped over one who crouched just to get in his way. As he kept going, he bobbed his head to the harsh melodies of “Satori Part 1” by Flower Travellin’ Band. That whole album was outstanding. It had the right balance of hardcore and uniqueness to earn the band their permanent spot in Andrew’s playlists.

He stopped midway. His hair began to get into his face; he needed to readjust his beanie. Also, he saw some girl shooing people away bitterly. He decided that he wanted to torment her. Andrew knew exactly who it was. The resident queen of mean herself, Johanna Rivera. Andrew stood in her way, letting the song come to an end. As it did, he took off his headphones and cast a confused look. “Sorry. I didn’t hear that,” he taunted, chuckling after his statement.

[thejohannarivera]

Johanna took off her sunglasses and pursed her lips. She fixed her gaze on the stranger with her piercing eyes. The young male standing before her had shaggy hair spilling out from under a beanie, brown skin, and some facial hair. Once getting over the unkempt hair and the ugly hat, he was actually kind of cute. In a puppy dog way, which made Johanna usually sick to her stomach. “Then read my lips, skater boy.” She snapped as she leaned forward. “Get. Out. Of. My. Way. I’m trying to soak up some sun rays here.” Johanna huffed, putting her sunglasses back on. “Alone.” She quickly added before leaning back into her position. 

[mayaheo]

Her eyes widened as she stared at the girl in front of her, she didn’t expect to be stopped. So, Rosaline gave her a kind smile and brushed her ginger hair behind her ear. “Thanks, I guess I just realized that even though I don’t have a life, it doesn’t give me an excuse to at least not try.” She, for once, wasn’t bothered with the nickname calling and looked Johanna up and down. Hesitant before saying the following sentence. “I do admit, you do look great today, great weekend clothes. Especially for this type of weather.” She laughed kind of awkwardly, beginning to pick at the hem of her shorts out of embarrassment with a faint blush giving her away. Although, she did think she was being a bit too friendly so she decided to change the subject.

"Well, I guess if you’ll excuse me, I think I better head back to the dorm. Gotta go stick my nose in more fashion magazines." She joked before flashing Johanna another smile, hesitantly resuming her way to the dorms since she wasn’t really sure if the brunette was done with her yet.

[thejohannarivera]

She hummed jauntily, feeling somewhat fulfilled that the ginger was finally getting the big picture. “What do you mean today? I look great every day,” She examined her neon pink painted nails, trying to keep her lips from wriggling into a smirk. “But thank you for the effort of making a compliment on me.” Johanna bringing her attention back on the girl. She could easily notice the ginger’s face was blushing with that pale skin of hers. Though she didn’t have the slightest clue on why she would be blushing about. What a weird girl, she thought.

She raised her eyebrows at the ginger and scrunched her nose. “What a poor Little Mermaid that girl is.” She mumbled to herself. She twirled around as her lips twitch. Pulling her sunglasses back down to her face, Johanna went back to what she was previously doing. 

[mayaheo]

Rosaline thought it would be a good time to get some sun, after all she had been locked in her room the past couple of days so it was a nice change. So, slipping on a plaid button-up and high-waisted black shorts, she set off to the patio area but stopped in her tracks once she spotted a certain brunette in the corner of her eye. Putting on a pair of Aviator sunglasses, she braved herself and planned to walked in the opposite direction of where Johanna laid, but found herself walking towards her instead. Rose knew this would end badly and wanted desperately to stop and turn around, especially since Johanna didn’t seem to notice her presence; yet her feet didn’t listen.

So, when she did speak her eyes widened and her own pink lips began to form words. “Sorry, Your Highness, I apologize didn’t mean to burden you with my presence. I’ll leave since that’s what the Queen wants. Good day.” With a courtesy, she began to make her way to the dorms again.

[thejohannarivera]

Johanna let out a gasp from her lips. Wrinkling her nose, she lifted her head up off the bench and ripped out her earbuds. "Wait!" She called out to the familiar-looking ginger. The brunette used her teleporting ability, sending herself right in front of the departing girl, to stop her right in her tracks. Johanna stood there in her Amiclubwear neon orange multi-printed romper outfit and Privileged Vunk Strappy Chain black gladiator heels, looking as fierce as she usually did with her chest puffed out.

She hoisted her sunglasses on top of her head as her brown eyes flickered up and down at the girl's body, checking out her choice of clothes for today. "So you finally decided to look...pleasant today instead of some fugly babydoll. Along with showing some manners, thank god. Congrats, Nameless." Johanna shook her head, puckering her lips and arching a eyebrow. 

"Though, you could still do better, however I guess we can call you a work-in-progress at the least." She flipped her hair over her shoulder, lifting her chin up. "Or whatever. Too bad that you'll never reach my level of flawlessness however. Too bad for you, I mean. But keep up with the good work I guess."  

[thejohannarivera]

[thejohannarivera]

Johanna heaved a restless sigh, shifting her weight against the patio bench. It was a bright and sunny day at Arcadia Academy. The blistering sun was high up in the sky. The grounds of the school was quiet, for once. Lounging outside behind the school's building, soaking up some sun rays, Johanna believed that today was a perfect day. With her black Chanel Cat-eye Retro sunglasses on and her pink Beats in-ear headphones playing Rihanna's Birthday Cake, it most certainly was a perfect day for the haughty girl. She tilted her head back, resting comfortably in her seat. She began to mouth the words to the song, knowing the lyrics to it by heart. 

Suddenly a shadow cast over her, blocking the sun off of her. She pursed her lips in disapproval. Johanna cleared her throat. "Uh, excuse you. You're standing in my sunlight. Remove yourself now, annoying person. Thank you." She squinted, waving her hand at whoever it was in her way.  

[mayaheo]

"I’m not going to cry.." Rosaline spoke in a soft tone which completely betrayed her statement, she could tell she really was not helping the situation by being that way either, soft. She backed up as soon as the brunette stood. Anyone in the room could tell they were complete opposites, being that Rosaline did not have the confidence Johanna had, and by the looks of it Johanna was not at all soft. She let out a shaky sigh as she took the next couple of hits, hearing the same nicknames from before that it had lost it’s effects on her, yet she still did not appreciate being called such things. So in a last attempt to seem confident, she straightened up and spoke in a clear voice. “Do not call me that. I have a name and I would like it if you would use that instead…”, the mask soon faded and she return to the hesitant Rose she was before, “P-Please?..”

She just stood there and continued to look down at the ground as if it were to collapse from underneath her and help her escape this embarrassing situation. So, with a smile Rosaline looked back up at Johanna. “I-I apologize for interrupting your little fashion session…I-I have things to study for class. I’m glad you’re doing good.” After awkwardly turning around, she began to make her way out of the common room because she thought that Johanna might not want her around anymore, and she did not protest that in any way.

[thejohannarivera]

Rolling her brown eyes, Johanna gritted her teeth. First the ginger was being a complete dread and now she was being rude. To her. She teleported, disappearing her body in a sudden flash from one position to in front of the doorway that girl was headed towards thanks to her powers. “Uh, hello? Where the fuck do you think you’re going, Miss ballsy-for-only-five-seconds? ” Johanna waved her hand, then resting it against the frame of the entrance, blocking the girl from leaving. “We are totally not done talking,” She narrowed her eyes, pursing her lips together into a tiny sneer. She crossed her arms and pressed back on her heels. “Like how totally rude that is. Walking away from the middle of a conversation. Rude much?” She scoffed, flipping her ponytail. “But ugh, fine. Bye, whatever your name is.” Johanna sucked the air through her teeth before walking past the girl and back to the couch. “Have fun studying like a nerd!” She yelled, flopping herself back down in her seat.

[mayaheo]

It took everything in her not to flinch at Johanna’s criticism, yet her eyes betrayed her and they began to water the tiniest bit. She took a good look at herself before looking back up to look at the girl in front of her. Rosaline bit her tongue to prevent herself from saying anything that could possible start a fight, but she complied to to Johanna’s command and looked her from head to toe. She honestly looked like she was about to go to a 21+ club with that attire, so she tried to express that thought in a kind manner. “You express… confidence, choosing an attire that says “don’t mess with me”?” She folded her arms across her chest and hoped she said the right thing, having begun to bow her head and avoided looking her in the eyes. Rose thought that maybe if she slouched her shoulders the slightest, she could go back in time and stop herself from trying to make small talk.

Rosaline stayed there and awaited Johanna’s response, subconsciously messing with her hair as a weak attempt to reassure herself that she looked fine. 'Do I really look like an overgrown baby doll?..'

[thejohannarivera]

Her lips twisted up into an naughty smile. She was too wrapped around on the girl’s comment to notice the obvious doubtful expression on her face. “Confidence, yes. Confidence of either a straight-up bitch or a soon-to be gold digging housewife.” Johanna said. “So I have been told anyway. But both make me sound awesome, don’t you think?” She looked down at her pink pumps and back up at the ginger. She mashed her lips together as she could sense the annoying presence of dread around the ginger. Johanna was definitely not pleased with that. It was beginning to spread into the air and swallow up the good mood she currently was in. Like she was going to have that happening.

“For the love of god, are you going to cry? Seriously? It was just a fucking statement that someone really needed to say to your face instead of whispering it behind your pale as fuck back.” She got up on her feet, straightening her ponytail against her shoulder. “Like for real, don’t be such a goddamn baby doll, baby doll.” Her brown eyes widened. “I could be making jokes about how all gingers have no soul. Though at least I know for sure not all of them seem to have that fiery temper. Isn't that right, Fire crotch?” She crossed her arms on her chest and tilted her head with a amused smirk.

[mayaheo]

"I just wanted to say hi, I could hear you laughing all the way across the room…" Rosaline spoke, she could feel Johanna’s scrutinizing glare look her over as she spoke. Her eyes widened a bit at the girl’s response, causing Rose to look down at her brown Mary Jane flats and navy blue knee high socks. She was currently wearing a high-waisted purple skirt with a dog pattern adorning it, along with a thin hot pink belt holding it in place, so she thought it made the piece look a bit better. "M-My shoes? What’s so bad about them? I think they look nice." Rose had to admit she was no fashion expert, and she didn’t see the need to be. All she wanted to do was pass Senior year and hopefully start her life anew with her past behind her, so she saw no need to have the latest Prada or Channel products. They were just clothes to her.

She did begin to pick at her matching purple tie that was neatly tucked into her skirt out of nervous habit. Rose now seemed to regret ever picking out the dark navy blue button up and grey cardigan, it was a wierd feeling for her to have. “Why does my choice of shoewear matter anyways? They serve their purpose anyways right?”

[thejohannarivera]

Johanna licked her ChapSticked lips. The look in her eyes was about the same look that she’d give to little children who needed to be taught a lesson or two. “They serve their purpose? Serve their purpose?” She repeated the girl. “Let me guess. You think that shoes are meant to protect those little feet of yours and nothing else, am I right?” She rolled her eyes, tilting her head. “What a tragedy you are, sweetheart.” Johanna closed the magazine down in her lap, knowing that she was going to need to educate the redhead since it seemed that she didn’t know a thing about shoes. Or fashion to begin with because who thinks that brown and blue could actually match. “Clothes are about expressing yourself, not just protecting yourself.” She explained. “And right now, you are expressing to me that you are an overgrown baby doll who dressed herself in the dark. Like you are too all over the place with what you got going on.” Her hands gestured at the redhead’s body in a zigzag fashion.  

“Now look at me,” She sat up on the couch and adjusted her Victoria's Secret black and pink lace bra underneath her top. Her bra strap dropped off shoulder again, but she didn’t try to shove it back this time. “What am I expressing with this outfit?” She gestured at herself, her brown eyes not leaving the girl’s hazel ones. Johanna was not only wearing her cheetah print top with the word Barbie across it, but also a faux black leather pencil skirt that hugged her hips perfectly and a pair of her favorite hot pink pumps. 

[mayaheo]

She jumped in her seat as the loud laughter bounced off the common room walls, Rosaline didn’t let it bother her though, and continued to study away in the farthest corner she claimed for herself. After a few minutes of silently studying, the laughter was accompanied by a disgusted scoff that caused Rose to jump yet again. Slamming her book shut, she turned her hazel eyes to scan the room. They landed on a dark brunette on the far side of the room, lounging around on a couch and seemed to be making fun of whatever the magazine’s contents showed. Upon closer inspection, her features contorted from annoyance to confusion as she saw said girl begin talking to herself, or to someone maybe she couldn’t see. Anything could happen at this academy after all. 

Rosaline tilted her head and burrowed her brows as she watched the girl continue to talk to herself. She has seen her about the school from time to time and even had small talk with her the first day of school, but never got the courage to actually say something again. As Rose tried to figure out what this girl’s name was she saw her smile, and then she remembered. It was Johanna, right?

Letting out a small sigh, Rose stood and made her way over to Johanna in an attempt to at least say hi before returning to her dorm to die in a fit of embarrassment. Putting on a  brave front, she walked over to the beige-colored couch and cleared her throat. “H-Hi Johanna, w-what are you laughing at?”

[thejohannarivera]

Johanna controlled her laughter, letting out a few snickers, and glanced up. A tall, lean girl with pale skin and straight, ginger hair stood before her. “Oh, hi.” Johanna dryly greeted. The girl’s face looked faintly familiar. Though Johanna didn’t bother to make any effort to remember how she could have known the redhead. If she didn’t know it, then it must’ve been not that important to her. She shoved over her cheetah print tank top’s strap back onto her shoulder. The word “Barbie” was spend across her chest in pink lettering. “I was just doing some reading,” Johanna said, jerking her shoulders upwards. “Why you wanna to know?” As she waited for her answer, she decided to eye the girl’s whole appearance. “Other than the fact that you are in desperate need of better shoes. Because those shoes you have on,” She pointed a finger down at the girl’s feet. “Big no, no.” She cringed her nose, shaking her head. 

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[thejohannarivera]

Flipping through the recent issue of Seventeen magazine, a disgusted scoff departed the full pink lips that belonged to Johanna Rivera each time a page was turned. Instead of studying in the common room like most of her classmates would do, the young brunette was using her free time between classes the most valuable way she could ever do. Which is her doing nothing but lounging around. She sunk herself into the beige-colored couch, kicking her feet up against the armrest. “I really got to stop wasting my money on this piece of crap. All the outfits they have in here are boring and utterly horrible, even with Demi Lovato on the cover.” She complained to no one particular. Johanna licked her finger and turned to the next page to only scoff again at the ridiculous images that the magazine would considered to be fashion.

“Then again it’s still better than Teen Vogue. Almost everything is better than that hot mess of a magazine.” She flipped her long, sleek dark brown ponytail over her shoulder and breathed in the warm yet thick air of the room before turning to the page again. Johanna, at first, smiled at the page. A smile that people would beam if they saw something sad but funny, and the outfit that one model was wearing was beyond just sad and funny. Johanna burst out laughing, thinking that whoever had to dress the poor young girl had to be either blind or just plain stupid to think that animal prints and plaid ever could match.   

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