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@valleyrcse
Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but [ VALLETTA ROSE CAMBRIDGE ], a [ 32 ] year-old [ CIS FEMALE ] has lived in [ MANHATTAN, NY ] for [ TWO YEARS ]. This is the city of dreams and [ SHE ] knows it, because they came to NYC to be a [ GOLD DIGGER ]. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like [ EMILIA CLARKE ]. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it!
Holy Wild, Gwen Benaway
- Mahmoud Darwish from 'Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut c. 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)
—On Love, Marina Tsvetaeva
[text ID: I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.]
open starter || anyone
Each morning was getting a little easier. If by little easier, one meant that Kennedy was able to ignore how his life was in complete shambles. Moved out of his home, with some possessions and clothes in storage before he signed a new lease...Kennedy struggled to find rays of hope in the dreariness.
He took a deep breath as he stepped out of the hotel, eager to get some fresh air on the Sunday afternoon. But soon enough, he noticed someone in an argument with one of the many construction workers that milled around. Before Kennedy could check if he even knew them or not, before he could tell if it was someone telling off the guy for catcalling, for making way too much noise on a Sunday, or something entirely different, he made the decision to step forward. "Hey," he said, his voice gentle, eager for any sort of human connection these days. "You all right?"
@metropolitanstarters
kennedypratt:
open starter || anyone
Each morning was getting a little easier. If by little easier, one meant that Kennedy was able to ignore how his life was in complete shambles. Moved out of his home, with some possessions and clothes in storage before he signed a new lease…Kennedy struggled to find rays of hope in the dreariness.
He took a deep breath as he stepped out of the hotel, eager to get some fresh air on the Sunday afternoon. But soon enough, he noticed someone in an argument with one of the many construction workers that milled around. Before Kennedy could check if he even knew them or not, before he could tell if it was someone telling off the guy for catcalling, for making way too much noise on a Sunday, or something entirely different, he made the decision to step forward. “Hey,” he said, his voice gentle, eager for any sort of human connection these days. “You all right?”
@metropolitanstarters
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Valley didn’t normally give much thought to catcallers. There was a time when shouts from strangers had unnerved her, but she’d long since become aware of the power that women have over men, so that men desperately trying to capture it back just seemed more sad and pathetic than anything else. But recently, that power had been shaken up. The grasp she had on the reality she’d known was slipping, and she was starting to feel more and more... powerless. So, when a construction worker shouted something particularly gross at her today, it got to her more than it usually would have.
She was finishing up shouting something back when she turned, intending to strut away from the entire situation, only to see a familiar face with a familiarly gentle voice trying to calm her down. Had he known it was her when he came over here? Would he have, if he had known? Either way, his question almost made her laugh, given what she knew of his current situation.
“Am I all right?” she asked, before she could stop herself. “...Sorry, I didn’t mean that like it sounded, I just - no, I suppose I’m having a bit of a bad day. Are you, um... are you all right?”
who: @jack-derian where: a plane, still on the tarmac of jfk what: in which there are no other seats available
Valley regretted requesting a window seat now. She regretted almost everything about this entire day. She should have rescheduled this whole trip as soon as she’d seen Jack at the airport - she’d thought, there was no way they’d be on the same flight. And then, when it was clear they were on the same flight, there was no way they’d be seated anywhere close to each other. But now here she was, crammed between a small airplane window and all seven feet of her ex-husband, for who knows how many hours this torture device would be in the sky. If they ever even left the ground, at this rate...
She huffed, and fidgeted, and wondered why neither of them had said so much as a hello yet. It was so awkward. Even the first time they’d seen each other after the divorce, things hadn’t been this awkward. It had been tense, and painful, then, but this... the painful memories were squished now beneath the memory of his body on hers at the beach, and - okay no, she could not start thinking about that and blushing right now on this godforsaken plane.
Just to break the horrific silence, she said (unsure whether she meant it to be sarcastic or sincere), “You’re not following me, are you, Jack?”
vivalmont:
“Of course.” Vivienne replied graciously, rouge painted lips curving into a smile that met her eyes. No high-brow events happened in Manhattan without the presence of the queen of the elite, after all. She was thrilled she could help the young woman out, although, the reasons for the spare ticket piqued her interest, but she was far too polite to pry for more details than she’d been given, even if the curiosity was making itself known. “It’s his loss, then.” She replied, a chuckle escaping her. “Men… am I right? It’s one thing to cheat on your spouse, but to keep it a secret? Very strange.” Truthfully, she had no right to judge those in extramarital affairs, after all, she’d been cheating on her husband up until recently, a fact that ate away at her like rot. “Don’t you worry about that, we’ll certainly have fun. He’s really missing out, because I personally think you’re a catch.” A genuine smile. “How about I get us a drink? What’s your poison?”
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“It is his loss, isn’t it? Imagine not getting to see me in this dress?” Valley joked, twirling around in it to show Vivienne. She always felt like such a child next to Vivienne, who seemed impossibly elegant and poised at all times. She was the picturesque image of everything Valley had been trying to be (and pretending to be) all these years. The perfect socialite, the perfect wife, the picture of loveliness and grace. Valley was an absolute trainwreck in comparison, even if she tried her best not to let anybody know.
“Mmm,” she agreed, pursing her lips a bit as she thought. “Marriages are complicated, I’ve found. Secrets can break them, but... honesty can too.” She was getting a bit too close to spilling her own secrets there, and the complicated nature of her current love life was probably bubbling too close to the surface in general, but she somehow found herself agreeing to a drink, anyway. Like that would help. “Why thank you, I think you’re a catch too. Your husband is a lucky man,” she beamed. “Hmm, what do you think, is it a champagne sort of night or a cocktail sort of night?”
ofachef:
☆ﾟ*·ﾟKIANNA’S EYES WIDENED at the mention of the musical. Her entire face lit up at the idea. “Wait, wait, are you serious? Moulin Rouge?! This has been on my list forever!” She was practically beaming, and hoped that she didn’t look ridiculous giggling in the middle of the street. “This is going to be a spectacularly wonderful night!” And as if she couldn’t help her excitement anymore, she clapped like an idiot. “Okay, I’m done with that. I’m totally classy.” But was she really? Because Kianna knew how to have fun, despite any indication that she was all work and fancy dinners. She wanted to make sure that other people knew that.
Raising her eyebrows, a slightly sinister smile grew across her lips. “The easiest route is always to test his taste buds a little bit, find foods he can’t eat. Nothing that will send him to the hospital, just some spice, if he can’t handle it, or food that’ll turn his tongue or teeth different colors,” Kianna explained, laughing. She’d definitely dabbled in a couple food pranks in culinary school.” Stopping, she turned to face her, looking directly at her. “Hey, Valley, don’t sell yourself short. You’re a wonderful girl, and you wanted to believe the good in others. He’s probably been doing this for a while. Good you got out when you did.”
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Valley laughed, completely catching the contagious excitement. She even did a little happy dance when Kianna clapped, and then cleared her throat, nodding. “Yes. Yes. We are classy women, we can never be outwardly happy,” she joked, before smiling again, playfully nudging her friend with her shoulder. “I’m so glad you’re excited for this, though. Honestly, I don’t know if a man could have appreciated Moulin Rouge anyway. Men are idiots.”
She laughed again, at the thought of he-who-must-not-be-named trying to work his arrogant charms with bright blue teeth. But then Kianna stopped her, her big brown eyes locking on Valley’s. You’re a wonderful girl, she said, and Valley felt a bit guilty, knowing that she wasn’t always wonderful. In all honesty, this man was probably just karma for all the shit she’d put other men through, and she knew she deserved worse than this. But Kianna was so sweet and earnest that Valley almost believed her for a moment, and hoped she wouldn’t see the guilt through her smile. “I don’t deserve you,” she said honestly. “How have you been? Tell me about your sickeningly sweet love life, please, I need happy news.”
Fernando Pessoa // Michel Foucault
“I am afraid to show you who I really am, because if I show you who I really am, you might not like it – and that’s all I’ve got.”
— Sabrina Ward Harrison
nate-jones:
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“Conservative? See, I wouldn’t even have thought of it that way. That’s… that’s a really good observation.” Nate nodded along quickly as he observed himself in the mirror. The woman was absolutely right. The jacket looked so off on him, how on earth had he ended up picking it out in the first place? Now he was doubting every single move, every single choice he had made lately. It was weirder than it had ever been. What else had he done wrong? He’d bought some stuff earlier today, was that bad too? It probably was, there was no doubt there.
He didn’t even flinch as the woman moved around, checking the size of the suit. It was easier to let her move around, because she seemed to know what she was doing really well, while he was absolutely lost himself. And she really was; here she was, pulling out a jacket he hadn’t noticed before, one that seemed to be just about a thousand times better. “Wow, that’s… that’s good! I like this one.” Nate nodded along eagerly, carefully taking it from her, only to shake his head as she seemed to excuse herself. “No, don’t! I mean… I’m sorry. You’ve already been so helpful, don’t say that. Thank you, really.”
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“I mean, I don’t know you, maybe you’re a Republican running for office, and conservative is what you’re going for,” she smirked, “but something about you just doesn’t give me that vibe.” She smiled as he tried on the jacket she’d chosen, and not only did it fit much better, it suited him better too. He was standing taller in it, like he knew he looked good, and it was entirely too endearing. This man reminded Valley so much of her puppy, it was like Gozo had made a deal with a witch and turned human. Adorable.
“Well, I’m glad I could help,” Valley smiled, feeling a bit guilty now that she’d only been over here to eavesdrop for gossip. “That one really does look good on you. My name is Valletta, by the way,” she said, immediately regretting giving him her real name.
mrnicoperez:
“Of course, I couldn’t have you put out, Valley. But–” Nico was perplexed by the truth she had just so casually laid on him. He had known about her exciting love life, but to be faced with it so openly and to be the replacement for the date was… different. He didn’t judge her one bit. He was just feeling a bit envious over the circumstances. Whether it was because he wanted to experience the thrill of a love affair or to be someone’s intended date; he couldn’t tell. He cleared his throat collecting his features, “Thanks for having me.”
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Other people’s emotions were never Valley’s forte. She usually just did what she wanted and decided that whatever happened to anybody else wasn’t her business. It had served her well for years, protecting her heart from getting too close to anyone - but somewhere along the way, the protective walls had fallen. She noticed people now; she let them in. She knew it was scary and risky and she did it anyway, much to her own annoyance a lot of the time. She still didn’t know what exactly to do with the feelings she found, but at least now she could see them.
She didn’t know exactly what she was seeing now, in the pause of hesitation in the middle of Nico’s thanks. Something she’d said or done had upset him, and she racked her brain for what it might be. “Oh... is it too much? It’s going to be pretty quiet in the museum tonight, it’s a pretty exclusive little thing... but if it’s too much for you, we can go home and work on the Milennial Falcon, okay? Just let me know.”
wonjason:
It would be useless for Jason to pretend as though the insecurity she expressed didn’t pull at his heartstrings, even if there was some part of him that was well aware of Valley’s comfort in the shallowness of their ‘affair.’ That was such an ugly word, though; one that couldn’t even really be applied to them in the more sinister sense it was normally spoken of. As far as he knew, it was just them two.
All those idealistic tendencies of his gladly grabbed at whatever crumb of depth she gave him, faux or sincere. This fact is what allowed him to respond with tenderness. “Oh, precious Valley, I doubt I’ll ever grow bored of you,” he assured her as he leaned in closer to her, catching a whiff of her perfume. It was sweet and sultry, just as she was to him, so it made their lack of physical contact notable. Unbearable. To ease the itch, he gently brushed her hair off her shoulder and allowed his fingertips to graze over the exposed skin. “I think the real worry is you getting tired of me,” he paused a moment before continuing, unsure if he was actually willing to reveal himself in such a way, but figured there was no point in withholding his sentiment. “Since I’ve been back, I’ve thought of a thousand things I could drag you along to, but then I think better of it since you seem to be quite happy with keeping things here, just between us.” As he spoke, Jason’s gaze moved from the invisible spirals he’d been lightly tracing on her to her directly, so he was now peering at her to catch her reaction.
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He leaned in close, and touched her skin, and softly said her name, and she could tell herself that it was the wine making her head spin, but she’d be lying. And even if lying was her primary talent, she was never any good at fooling herself. She smiled at his sweet words, but then tilted her head slightly as they sunk in. The smile only grew though, becoming a bit more teasing, and she bit her lip, deciding whether to say the words on the tip of her tongue.
“Well,” she said, as his eyes met hers again, “we do tend to keep things exciting enough when it’s just the two of us here...” She placed a soft teasing kiss on his jawline, a reminder and a preview in one. “But you know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve been thinking about taking me on a date,” she smirked. “But that can’t be true... right?”
ofachef:
☆ﾟ*·ﾟ KIANNA LOOKED UP at the theatre in front of her. “I really don’t remember the last time I went to a broadway show, so thank you for inviting me.” A light laugh slipped through her lips as she shook her head. “As for this man, there are ways we can have a little fun, but I won’t suggest them if you’re not up for it.” Most of the time, Kianna was uncommonly kind and sweet to anyone she met. But messing with someone, and not informing them of anything was not okay in Kianna’s book. And the thought of someone going anywhere alone when they didn’t want to, upset her as well. “What show is this? I’m so out of the loop.”
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“Honestly, same, it’s been far too long. I figured you’re a woman of taste, and you’d appreciate Moulin Rouge. I couldn’t think of a better person to bring with me,” she smiled. She’d honestly been trying to spend more time with Kianna recently, she just hadn’t had a good excuse. And she did always fear that rumors of her reputation had reached the woman’s ears and scared her off of any burgeoning friendship they might have. But luckily that didn’t seem to be the case... yet.
Valley’s eyes lit up at the woman’s next words, and a mischievous smile appeared on her lips. “Oh please do suggest any and all fun we can have. Ugh, I knew I liked you,” she laughed. “We’d only been on a few dates, but I really had no idea he was married. I’m usually so good at catching things like that... I guess I’m off my game lately.”
who: open @exclusivestarters
where: anywhere valley might have an extra ticket to (concert, museum, broadway show, art exhibit, movie, maybe an invitation-only party, exclusive bar, etc)
“Thank you so much for coming with me,” Valley said, her smile (for once) genuinely grateful. “This is not the first time a man I’ve dated turned out to be secretly married, but it is the first time I’ve ended up with an extra ticket last minute because of it." She didn't explain that normally she would have just continued to date the married man and that this time she'd actually ended things... she just left that up to imagination. "I promise this'll be fun.”
nate-jones:
where: any clothing store in NYC status: open @exclusivestarters
Nate had no agents, no representatives, no stylists, nothing. He could have asked help from Rylan, but the two of them were nothing but friends as far as everyone else knew, so he was left to sort the calls and everything else out by himself. On a bright side, the volume was increasing, even if Nate had to be declining so many invites for interviews purely because they wanted to bug him about speculations.
The other disadvantage to all this was, naturally, clothes shopping. He wasn’t good at it, and he had to spend his own money on it, which really wasn’t helping him at all. The prices were eye-watering, but he had to find something, anything to play up the weird illusion that he was succeeding. “What do you think?” He asked the person nearby as he tried on a jacket, still doubtful- especially given the price. “You’d think something like that would come with… I don’t know, gold sown right into it? Or does that sound too desperate?”
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Valley jumped slightly when she was spoken to. She’d been pretending to be closely examining the threadwork of a nearby jacket, while actually watching Nate Jones out the corner of her eye. She wondered for a moment if he’d noticed her spying on him, until he continued the question in a rambling sort of insecure fashion, and she realized he really was just asking for her help. She smiled at his endearing awkwardness - Rylan’s type, she supposed, now that she’d met both Nate and Lachlan - and crossed her arms, examining the jacket he had on.
“The style is okay, but a bit too conservative. It ages you a little. And it doesn’t fit right, what size is that?” Boldly, she reached out to check the tag on the jacket and then turned back to the rack she’d been pretending to look at. She’d seen a nice one while absentmindedly looking through that would actually suit Nate quite well. “What about this one? It costs about a hundred bucks less, too, but the quality is actually better, you can tell from the stitching...” she trailed off, noticing herself rambling now. “Sorry... I’ll shut up,” she smiled.
jack-derian:
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“So you think The Rock is better than me, huh?” Jack countered back with a playful smile lingering on his face. There was enough alcohol in his system, and he was happy enough to joke along with his ex wife, despite so much bad blood between the two of them. Or, really, so much pain between the two of them. Right now, however, it felt different, and if he could think properly, he’d say that they were back to the good old days. “I mean, I don’t blame you, but I’m not that bad.”
“Okay, I get it. You just randomly decided to fall right into my arms. I get it, that’s totally normal and all.” Jack continued to tease her, only to pause a moment later as she spun around. He probably should have said no, probably should have told her off about what she was planning on doing, yet he reached over, slowly unzipping her dress. “I would never say no to that.” He whispered as he leaned closer to her, before finally letting go of the zipper.
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“Well, I didn’t say that,” she smirked. While it was true that The Rock had always been one of Valley’s celebrity crushes, and she probably had had a dream rather like this featuring him before... there was no question in her mind that this dream was better. “No,” she agreed, “I guess you’re not that bad.”
She was going to say something else, some snarky flirty flippant comment, but he was leaning in too closely and whispering too softly and unzipping her dress too familiarly, and she couldn’t remember any of the words she knew anymore. She recovered herself before she turned around, though, and set her face back to the confident smirk again.
Keeping her eyes locked on his, she pulled the straps of her dress over her shoulders, letting it slip away, gently falling to the sand at her feet. She was suddenly hyperaware of being half-naked on the beach with her ex-husband... but fuck it. It was Pride, and she was drunk, and he was smiling at her, and she couldn’t waste this opportunity, even if she regretted it in the morning. Walking backwards toward the water, she held out a hand to him. “You coming with?”
