I’ve been M.I.A because of a sudden death in the family and I had to fly out of state. I’ll be contacting the MAIN about it but I wanted to let everyone know... I’m not ignoring any of you.
a pen dangled between mickey’s lips , undoubtedly muffling his words . “flip that page for me .” he requested as lightly as he could to the person closest . see , both hands grasped his most practical acoustic guitar , tuning the strings like clockwork . he needed a helping hand to turn over his sheet music . memorizing the piece that bored him to tears was key for his composition class . @yalestarters
Caro knew she was playing with fire when it came to Mickey. One wrong move and she’d lose more than she was willing to let go of. The problem was that she also had a hard time let go of him. Every time she promised herself it’d be the last time. She broke that promise way too many times.
Smirking as she approached the guitarist from behind, fingertips lightly brushing against the back of his neck as she moved past him, Caro let her eyes roll at the request. She still abided to the command, in a way, turning all the pages back to the first and standing in front of the stand instead. A brow arched as he held his gaze, leaning so close they could touch and taking the pen from his lips. Twirling it idly between her fingers before she started nibbling at it, she shrugged, letting it fall on the stand with the papers in an almost bored move. “You know where to find me when you’re done here...”
“ferra… yeah. sorry.” asher blinked, trying to act like he had any idea what a ferragamos was. they just looked like normal shoes to him. “yeah, i think i’ve got enough on me for a couple. …unless they’re like, outrageously overpriced.” he held his arm out, offering it for caro to take. “asher, yeah. you’re… cara?” he squinted, knowing it was close, but having a feeling it was entirely accurate. “uh… honestly, i was trying to avoid someone. there’s this freshman that’s always trying to invite me to some creepy game night thing he’s got going on… i’m not really interested in finding out exactly what he means by that.”
“If they’re vegan, probably not. Everything vegan is overpriced.” Caro wouldn’t press it if he ran out of cash. In all honesty, she never carried any cash with her. Unless they took Apple Pay, they’d end up having to split the brownie worse comes to worst. “Caro. Carolina.” She offered as she shook his hand. It was a little awkward, really, or maybe it was just the fact that she held onto it a second longer than socially acceptable. Turning around instead, both as a distraction and to help her get a grip, she started towards the cafeteria. “That doesn’t sounds like he’s inviting you for Friday Night Football... I’d be very wary too.” Chuckling, Caro raised her brows in the boy’s direction. “You’re in dance, right?” She had read into him. She knew where he roomed and who he roomed with. She was sure she knew more of him than he did of her so she had to be careful. “Why Yale?”
“shit, sorry!” asher was usually pretty quick on his feet, but after getting only about an hour of sleep the previous night, his reflexes weren’t anywhere near as fast as they were when he was properly rested. still, he was just relieved that he hadn’t spilled any of his ice coffee on her - it had been a close one too. “are you alright?” he didn’t know caro all that well, other than that she, like him, was from spain. still, he never seemed to manage to actually be around her long enough to engage in a conversation about it - let alone learn anything else about her. “let me make it up to you? they’re having a bake sale in the cafeteria today. brownies on me?”
Caro watched him. She watched his every move. Her eyes took him in, every feature, as if she could recognize him, as if she would be able to see something that would scream yes! we’re related! at her. They had friends in common. It wasn’t as if he was a complete stranger, and yet they had never been close, or stood this close before. Whatever magical spark that she expected to happen in their first interaction, didn’t. There was nothing. Yet her heart beat fast and she almost missed her queue to reply without making too much of a fool of herself. “Well, luckily, you didn’t step on my shoes. These are limited edition Ferragamos.” Caro still managed to sound slightly annoyed despite the fact that her hands were shaking, crossing her arms as she stood just to hide them from Asher. Considering his invitation for a moment, she shrugged in agreement. “Make it two, then I’ll think about forgiving you. It’s Asher, right?” Play it cool, she thought to herself, casual. “What had you in such a hurry anyway?”
oh fuck was all she could think when she heard a familiar voice. loni’s choice in clothing was mainly for comfort. she was hoping not to see anyone. “well i didn’t expect anyone to be here on a monday night. i figured everyone had other things to do,” she chimed in as if that really was a good reason. bending over to help caro pick up her stuff she chuckled. “careful? what is this word you speak of?” she teased with a wink. “um because that requires trusting people with my underwear. that’s a no. there’s to many creeps out there. how do i know they wont steal my underwear and make a shrine or something,” the whole thought was absolutely ridiculous. it was just her way of saying she could do shit herself. “no, no, i’ve got it. i just didn’t see you on the other side of the door. if you kind keeping me company. you can do that.”
“Why are you even doing your own laundry?” Caro disregarded everything else, completely confused by Loni’s chores. She just rolled her eyes, handing the other girl the last piece of clothing she picked up from the floor. “That’s the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard. You know how much underwear they have to cleat at laundromats? I’m sure yours are safe, love. Don’t get your knickers in a knot.” Smirking at her own play with the words, happily letting the other carry the basket instead. After all, she had just offered out of politeness, for whatever reason. “You want me to stick around and watch you do laundry?” Her brow arched and for a moment she considered her other option, groaning internally as she agreed. “Fine, but only because it’s kind of late and I don’t want to walk all the way back to my room on my own. How do you even do your own laundry anyway? These machines take coins? Who carries coins anymore?”
“wow, a beach vacation would truly hit different right about now“ mitchell mused as he thought about how nice it would be to get away. sure, he came from money but he didn’t have the kind of money where you could just splurge that easily. “honestly i have no clue” he stroked his chin in thought. over the past years mitchell had done every cliche costume in the book and hadn’t put much thought into it. he figured if worse came to worse he could always get one of his brothers to dress up in some corny duo costume with him. “couples costumes are a safe move” he nodded his head, thinking about how last year nadia did all of the halloween costume planning for them. he sighed, “if you have any ideas for a good costume for me let me know” he nodded, “i’m out of options as a fifth year senior.” mitchell then raised his cup with a smirk, “i’m sure it’ll work out. we can’t not do anything so maybe it won’t be halloween but at some point we’ll get together with our houses.”
“I know. Preferably with a piña colada on the side.” It would be nice if only for a weekend, truly, to get away from everything. Caro sighed quietly, pursing her lips as she tried to mask her disappointment. She loved and hated the holidays. All the family celebrations... at least Halloween was fun. It was acceptable to wear a mask! “I’d say—” Caro grinned, tilting her head back as she took Mitchell in. “Zombie Jock!” It was the least creative thing she could think of, really, which was the whole point of the suggestion. “Although you do give me some Clark Kent vibes, just add a pair of glasses and voilà!”
Caro needed a break. True, she could find any excuse to do this but this time, she meant it. She needed to clear her mind for a moment and she knew Jill would not disappoint. After all, she did promised rose face masks and mani-pedis while watching 10 Things I Hate About you for the umpteenth time. There was some sparkling wine too, but that was her little surprise, tilting the bottle in one hand as she came to the door of her room to let him in. “Coast is clear, cariño!” She kissed both of his cheeks in greeting and shrugged. “I’m so glad you made it. You’ll have to catch me up on everything!”
Perhaps she was never supposed to learn the truth had it not been for her mother, drunk and in an angry stupor, saying something along the lines of your bastard brother is at that school too! Caro couldn’t even react on the act. She wasn’t stupid enough not to get where her mother’s anger was aimed at even if she eventually just defended that school being Yale. She didn’t get in there because of her name or her father’s connections, or so she tried hard not to. She got in by her own accords and merits. Maybe it was a defense mechanism that had her focusing on this instead of her bastard brother. It was easier to ignore that part. To ignore the fact that she wasn’t an only child. That her father had kept a lie from her. That she had a brother she didn’t know.
It wasn’t easy trying to find the details or a name even, not if she didn’t want her parents to know she knew, but she did. Asher Benson. For half of the semester, Caro had tried to muster the courage in actually coming up to him. She would do this time and time again, go out in search of him, watch him from afar, convince herself to at least start a conversation, then cave. The mistake this time was that she didn’t expect him to take a sharp turn, catching her by surprise and making her practically run into him full force. “Por Dios... watch where you’re going!” It was her initial reaction, defensive, even if it was her fault, avoiding meeting his eyes as she tried to fix her blouse.
Caro was sending a voice message as she noticed the girl from the other end of the hallway. It was funny how people grew apart, she thought for a split second there, as her mind wandered to a snow day in winter school where they had been stuck in their rooms for hours doing nothing but looting for snacks anywhere they could find it and watching the sappiest romcoms they could find online. She didn’t realize he was staring until it was a little too late to avert her gaze. “I’ll call you back, love.” Caro ended the call, shrugging as she addressed Helen from the very same spot she stood. “Hi Helene. You look like you’ve had better days.”
So I did a Connections Page -- let me know if i’m missing anyone I’ve already plotted with. It’s still under construction so some of the connections need a little more detail... I’ll be adding some more wanted connections there too to fill but definitely come my way if you have any of your own that need filling!
loni’s sweatshirt covered the denim shorts she wore. it wasn’t technically chilly out yet. she just adored her delta top. plus, she wasn’t up for looking cute just to wash some laundry. the house had a washer and dryer for all the girls. she just didn’t want her clothes mixed in with others. the campus had it’s own laundry mat which she was grateful for. ironic a rich girl using a laundry mat huh? as her fingers reached to open the door. another had opened the door instead causing her to lose her grip on her basket. suddenly her clothes fell all around them. one of her bras landing on the others head. “oh shit. i’m sorry i promise i wasn’t intentionally try to throw my delicate’s at you,” the brunette chuckled while trying to gather up her other clothing. “i did not see you on the other side of the door.”
@yalestarters
“Sweatshirt and denims. Someone’s seen better days...” Caro chimed casually as she approached Loni, her brows arched as she passed on her judgement even as she ultimately went down on her knees to help the girl put all her clothes back on the basket. “Dios, Loni, you need to be more careful. Why don’t you have this serviced for you anyway?” The only reason why Caro was there was because she was supposed to meet with someone and she didn’t think anyone would be there at this hour in the first place. Clearly it was probably for the best if she didn’t meet with them at all. “Here, let me help you with that,” The blonde pointed at the basket before pointing at the girl herself. “Since I can’t help with that.”
reason behind name: maternal and maternal grandmother names
birth order: only child
ethnicity: spanish
nationality: spanish-american
religion: catholic by birth but she’s not religious
political views: left-conservative — if that’s even a thing
financial status: wealthy — definitely a trust fund kid
hometown: madrid, spain
level of education: undergrad. 2nd year.
PHYSICAL TRAITS
looks like (or face claim, if applicable): ester exposito
height: 5′5
weight: 130 lbs
shoe size: 7
figure/build: lean, active, healthy
hair colour: blonde
hair length: long
eye colour: hazel brown
glasses?: no glasses
skin tone: tanned, light
tattoos: none
piercings: ears
birthmarks/scars/distinguishing marks: light freckles on her shoulders
dominant hand: right
if painted, what color are their nails?: O.P.I. Big Apple red
usual style of clothing: chic. fashionable. designer.
frequently worn jewelry: gold rings, jewelry watch and earrings
describe their voice, what accent?: barely no audible spanish accent in her speech unless drunk
what is their speaking style (fast, monotone, loquacious)?: seductively, precise, sophisticated
describe their scent: Lavender Vanilla splashes. Chanel Nº5
describe their posture: composed. elegant.
FAMILY
father: guillermo joaquín otegui betancourt
describe their relationship: used to be daddy’s little girl. now it’s a miracle if he answers her calls after three times.
mother: leticia irene de arellanos toste
describe their relationship: her mother can be overwhelming, very demanding but they’re also very similar and share many interests so they can get along most days
strengths: strong willed and ambitious; good judgement and deliberate; cultured and well spoken; hygienic; traveled; hardworking
weaknesses: impatient and compulsive; can hold a grudge; revengeful; reserved; not willing to admit when she needs help
insecurities: giving in; trusting too easy only to have her heart broken; not having the upper hand; being undermined
fears/phobias: butterflies; claustrophobia
habits: plays with her hair; bites on lower lip when in deep concentration or nervous; curses in spanish; weekly massages and biweekly facials; never goes to bed in her day clothes or without a shower
hobbies: anything social media—waste of her talents; used to sketch and watercolor fashion designs but hasn’t in years; relaxes to classical music; mainly Tchaikovsky; gets involved in many extracurriculars and volunteering projects, even goes on humanitarian trips over the summer
guilty pleasure: all things chocolate; flowers—but no roses, please. peonies are her favorite; romcoms with happy, cliche endings
desires: to rekindle her relationship with her father. she used to be daddy’s girl but since the divorce, her father has pushed her aside. he’s too busy with work, always had been, and she thinks following in his footsteps and earning herself a spot in his firm will help them reconnect so she’s doing everything to make it happen
wishes: she didn’t have to work so hard for her father’s attention; that she could trust others easily; that she could believe in love again
secrets: her life is not as snapchat perfect as she makes it look like; she’s having a sexual affair with a guy she can’t stand—maybe as some sort of defense mechanism so she doesn’t get so attached to her boyfriend who is nothing short of perfect
turn ons: intelligence; witty sense of humor; confidence; dimples; brown eyes
turn offs: neediness; lack of good conversations; cigarette breath
lucky number: 13
pet peeves: chewing food too loud - and chewing with their mouths wide open; including gum; nail biters; greasy hair; getting toes wet on rainy days; cat hair
their motto: paris is always a good idea. audrey hepburn
FAVORITES
food: paella, and anything italian
drink: rosé; perrier with lemon wedges; oreo milkshakes
fast food restaurant: dig inn; five guys
word: vale
colour: red.
clothing: preferably designer
accessory: gold rings; delicate crucifix pendant on a gold necklace; red lipstick
candle scent: bath & body works fiji white sands and harvest gathering
store: burberry. bloomingdales. tous.
instrument: piano, even if she doesn’t play; acoustic guitar
game: cards against humanity
animal: horses.
holiday: new year’s eve
weather: sweater, scarfs and nice boots weather
season: fall and spring
book: little women by louisa may alcott
artist: goya
band/group: michael buble; harry styles; dvicio
song: blackbird by the beatles
movie/film: 10 Things I Hate About You; Pride & Prejudice
tv show: recent: The Politician; Friends, classic
sport: Tennis, to watch.
possession: gold crucifix pendant handed down to her from her maternal grandmother
number: 13
person: michelle obama
FIRSTS
childhood memory: churros and hot chocolate for christmas at san ginés in madrid
crush: harry styles
phone: iphone 5
computer: macbook pro
kiss: -wanted connection-
sexual experience: -wanted connection-
THIS OR THAT
expensive or inexpensive tastes?: expensive
hygienic or unhygienic?: hygienic
open-minded or close-minded?: open
introvert or extrovert?: extrovert
optimistic or pessimistic?: optimistic to the world; pessimistic with herself
daredevil or cautious?: daredevil
logical or emotional?: mostly logical. but emotionally driven in certain situations.
generous or stingy?: stingy
polite or rude?: can be both depending on her mood
book smart or street smart?: book smart but witty
popular or loner?: popular
leader or follower?: leader
day or night person?: night.
cat or dog person?: likes the ideas of having a puppy, really doesn’t think she could successfully care for one.
closet door open or closed while sleeping?: closed
SOCIAL MEDIA
do they have a facebook? twitter? instagram? vine? snapchat? tinder/grindr? tumblr? youtube? twitter. instagram. snapchat.
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theartofmadeline
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