riding down seoul city
Saturday 4th: Most important day of your J'adore-ian life. Svetlana will be hosting a grand cocktail party at Beauty in J'adore building. Anna Wintour, Paulina Porizkova and all the other big names of fashion will be there.
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Inches away from the most ground breaking day of my future and J'adore, I primped, I smoothed, and I glossed. The perfection I required in my work rubbed off in my appearance as well.
I walked into the dim room, already filled with people, I checked my phone. Exactly a minute early. I made it a point to show up at everything a minute early. I hate being late, but I hate showing up first. After a few experiments I got it down to a science.
I politely introduced myself to some fellow J'adore employees and recognized some people from the few days I've been here. I ordered a ginger ale with a cherry and slowly navigated my way to Svetlana. Doesn't matter who you are, who you work for, what you do, you better know where Svetlana is any time she's present. At work, at a party, at a show. Definitely don't want to run into her accidentally.
A few more introductions and another ginger ale later I was finally within a five foot radius of Svetlana. Standard area of a casual introduction or meeting (according to me at least). We briefly made eye contact and she slightly raised her chin, but quickly averted her attention to the people closer around her.
She obviously wasn't disgusted, but wasn't pleased either. I've got one thing to say to that.
Challenge accepted.
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Esme needs some friends/drama, comment please! especially if we're roomies~
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Inches away from the most ground breaking day of my future and J'adore, I primped, I smoothed, and I glossed. The perfection I required in my work rubbed off in my appearance as well.
I walked into the dim room, already filled with people, I checked my phone. Exactly a minute early. I made it a point to show up at everything a minute early. I hate being late, but I hate showing up first. After a few experiments I got it down to a science.
I politely introduced myself to some fellow J'adore employees and recognized some people from the few days I've been here. I ordered a ginger ale with a cherry and slowly navigated my way to Svetlana. Doesn't matter who you are, who you work for, what you do, you better know where Svetlana is any time she's present. At work, at a party, at a show. Definitely don't want to run into her accidentally.
A few more introductions and another ginger ale later I was finally within a five foot radius of Svetlana. Standard area of a casual introduction or meeting (according to me at least). We briefly made eye contact and she slightly raised her chin, but quickly averted her attention to the people closer around her.
She obviously wasn't disgusted, but wasn't pleased either. I've got one thing to say to that.
Challenge accepted.
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Esme needs some friends/drama, comment please! especially if we're roomies~
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Name: Lee Chae-rin (but she is using false name Harper Park)
age: 24
Private Detective
Mysterious detective from Busan. She came to Taeyang street after brothers Yi -in Busan she was working on a case connected with Chi Hoon's ex-gang [she doesn't know he is no longer a gangster].
ChaeRin -or rather Harper as she calls herself - is strict, ambitious professional. She knows martial arts but the gun is her best friend, always with her.
She can hold every emotion in herself showing only her poker face.
Workaholic. Prefers working alone.
Since she has came to Taeyang street she contacted police to find out how much they know about gang from Busan...Instead of helping her police just gave her our sweet Jinki as a partner and asked her to help them with catching T.O.P's gang.
Character status: +lex has luxe
Lee Jinki (Police Officer)
age; 24
bio; He works at the local police station. he's only a police officer because his father was. He's not even sure he wants to be one anymore. The older officers keep sending him on these calls from some girl in the Grandma Park dormitory and that's how he meets Harper.
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{Harper's POV}
I stepped up to the last step of the large house where I'd be living from now on. I reached out and rung the doorbell. As I shifted the bag on my shoulder I waited for someone to answer the door.
The large wooden door opened and there stood a little old lady. But she stood like she was much younger, and livelier than a little old lady.
"You must be Harper, nice to meet you, I'm Grandma Park. Please, come in!"
I bowed slightly and followed the grandma into the house.
The inside of the house was large and felt like I was transported back in time. It had high, vaulted ceilings and stairwells that led into many hallways, where I assumed many doorways. I was itching to go explore the place. But the grandma's voice brought me back to attention.
"You'll be living in the daisy room, I'll think you'll enjoy it," she said with a knowing smile.
Unsure what she was trying to say I just smiled, professionally of course, back.
"It's up that first stairwell, to the left, the door with a number 7 on it. Why don't you put your bags down and settle down, you can come down for dinner at six."
I thanked her again and followed her directions. As soon as I opened the door I understood the name. The walls were covered in a slightly faded daisy wallpaper. The room had a light green and yellow colour scheme and it suited me nicely. I threw my bags down on the bed and wondered what the grandma had been talking about when she said, 'I think you'll enjoy it."
I walked around the perimeter of the room and studied how soundproof it was, since I'd be working on catching that Busan gang I didn't need the other girls to be listening in. Since the house was old the walls were thing and sound could travel easily. I'd have to come up with some way to muffle the sounds better.
I walked over to the window, it had a perfect view of all of Taeyang street.
"Perfect," I muttered.
Still trying to figure out why the room will make me enjoy it, I paced around the room.
After a few minutes of circling the room I leaned against the dresser exasperated. My elbow bumped the books on top of it and suddenly the wall next to it slid aside revealing a passageway.
My eyes lit up with excitement, so that's what the lady had been talking about!
Although I kept a very strict and cautious attitude about my work, I still reverted back to my childish-nancy drew reading-self. Only in the comfort of my own home of course, and this would be my new home.
Grabbing my ultra-bright flashlight, my notebook and pencil, and a jacket to protect my clothes from the cobwebs, from my suitcase I headed into the passage way. I had to slouch a little to get past the doorway but as I moved further in I was able to straighten. The light from the room slowly faded and I turned on the flashlight. The tunnel continued for about another three minutes until I met a door. The door opened up into a small circular area with a series of doors and smaller tunnels.
Before me the doors where numbered. I thought for a while, Grandma told me my room was number seven, the other rooms must have numbers as well. So the numbers on these doors must correspond to the numbers of the rooms they led into. I turned around to look at the door I had com through and sure enough it had the number 7 on it. The doors must lead to passageways into the rooms like the one I came through. They might open in different ways though.
I quickly opened my notebook and drew the circle area I stood in now then added the passageway I came through. I labeled everything I could and I had about a fourth of a map drawn. I'd have to explore all the other tunnels. But my watched said that it was almost six o'clock and I had to get back to my room.
Sighing, I returned back into the passageway that lead to my room. On my way out I noticed a lever on the inside of the passageway.
"This must open the passage from the inside," I said to myself, "the others should have this as well."
I stepped back into my room and slid the books back into place and the wall returned to normal leaving no evidence that it had ever moved.
As I changed for dinner I wonder if any of the other girls had found the passage ways. They must have because they've been living here way longer than I have. But maybe the grandma gave me this room for a reason, maybe it had the most obvious opening (the dresser's books) and the other rooms had it in harder places to find. All the questions swam around in my head and I was dying to figure it out all. My stomach growled and I reminded myself to eat first, snoop later.
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{A few days later}
I wanted to explore the passageways so badly but I had to be smart about it. I couldn't just pop in through some tunnel into girls' rooms while they're in there. So for the past few days I've been figuring out which girls stayed in which rooms. When a girl left the house I'd have to try their tunnel. But I'd have to be absolutely sure about it. So in the meantime I've been collecting information about TOP's gang. I called the police but they were of little help.
After my tenth call however, they agreed to send me a partner to work with me on the case. Finally, I'd be getting somewhere. The officer was supposed to be coming at ten am.
{ten am}
I walked out of the house in a beige trench coat, jeans and a white t-shirt. Perfect detective clothes. A bright, smiling guy leaned against the police car outside the house. Sure he filled out his uniform, quite nicely I had to admit, but his cute face seemed like the least place it should be was on a police officer's body.
I raised one eyebrow as I approached him, "Officer Jinki?"
"Yup that's me!" He smiled again.
I cringed on the inside and muttered, "I was afraid so." But I didn't let it show. I stuck out my hand and introduced myself.
"Harper Park."
He fistbumped my offered hand instead and said, "Harper, that's very american sounding. Are you from america?"
"No. Harper is my nickname. It's dangerous to use real names in my profession."
"I see," he nodded.
"So are we going to stand here chitcatting all day or are we going to actually do some investigating?"
"Oh, um yeah." He opened the passenger door and I slipped inside.
The car had a faint smell of... what was that? I couldn't seem to figure it out. It begun to bother me that I couldn't figure it out so I asked, "Officer Jinki, WHAT is that smell?"
"Call me Jinki, and," he paused slightly and reached into the back of the car causing the car to swerve slightly.
"Officer Jinki! Please concentrate on the road!"
He pulled his arm back into the front of the car bringing a box of fried chicken with him.
"Chicken?" I asked skeptically
"Mhmm, want a piece?"
"No thanks, I just ate breakfast," I said cooly. "Just take us to the school."
"No problem-o Miss Harper"
I sucked in a quick breath and rolled my eyes, then said under my breath "this is why I prefer to work alone."
age: 24
Private Detective
Mysterious detective from Busan. She came to Taeyang street after brothers Yi -in Busan she was working on a case connected with Chi Hoon's ex-gang [she doesn't know he is no longer a gangster].
ChaeRin -or rather Harper as she calls herself - is strict, ambitious professional. She knows martial arts but the gun is her best friend, always with her.
She can hold every emotion in herself showing only her poker face.
Workaholic. Prefers working alone.
Since she has came to Taeyang street she contacted police to find out how much they know about gang from Busan...Instead of helping her police just gave her our sweet Jinki as a partner and asked her to help them with catching T.O.P's gang.
Character status: +lex has luxe
Lee Jinki (Police Officer)
age; 24
bio; He works at the local police station. he's only a police officer because his father was. He's not even sure he wants to be one anymore. The older officers keep sending him on these calls from some girl in the Grandma Park dormitory and that's how he meets Harper.
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{Harper's POV}
I stepped up to the last step of the large house where I'd be living from now on. I reached out and rung the doorbell. As I shifted the bag on my shoulder I waited for someone to answer the door.
The large wooden door opened and there stood a little old lady. But she stood like she was much younger, and livelier than a little old lady.
"You must be Harper, nice to meet you, I'm Grandma Park. Please, come in!"
I bowed slightly and followed the grandma into the house.
The inside of the house was large and felt like I was transported back in time. It had high, vaulted ceilings and stairwells that led into many hallways, where I assumed many doorways. I was itching to go explore the place. But the grandma's voice brought me back to attention.
"You'll be living in the daisy room, I'll think you'll enjoy it," she said with a knowing smile.
Unsure what she was trying to say I just smiled, professionally of course, back.
"It's up that first stairwell, to the left, the door with a number 7 on it. Why don't you put your bags down and settle down, you can come down for dinner at six."
I thanked her again and followed her directions. As soon as I opened the door I understood the name. The walls were covered in a slightly faded daisy wallpaper. The room had a light green and yellow colour scheme and it suited me nicely. I threw my bags down on the bed and wondered what the grandma had been talking about when she said, 'I think you'll enjoy it."
I walked around the perimeter of the room and studied how soundproof it was, since I'd be working on catching that Busan gang I didn't need the other girls to be listening in. Since the house was old the walls were thing and sound could travel easily. I'd have to come up with some way to muffle the sounds better.
I walked over to the window, it had a perfect view of all of Taeyang street.
"Perfect," I muttered.
Still trying to figure out why the room will make me enjoy it, I paced around the room.
After a few minutes of circling the room I leaned against the dresser exasperated. My elbow bumped the books on top of it and suddenly the wall next to it slid aside revealing a passageway.
My eyes lit up with excitement, so that's what the lady had been talking about!
Although I kept a very strict and cautious attitude about my work, I still reverted back to my childish-nancy drew reading-self. Only in the comfort of my own home of course, and this would be my new home.
Grabbing my ultra-bright flashlight, my notebook and pencil, and a jacket to protect my clothes from the cobwebs, from my suitcase I headed into the passage way. I had to slouch a little to get past the doorway but as I moved further in I was able to straighten. The light from the room slowly faded and I turned on the flashlight. The tunnel continued for about another three minutes until I met a door. The door opened up into a small circular area with a series of doors and smaller tunnels.
Before me the doors where numbered. I thought for a while, Grandma told me my room was number seven, the other rooms must have numbers as well. So the numbers on these doors must correspond to the numbers of the rooms they led into. I turned around to look at the door I had com through and sure enough it had the number 7 on it. The doors must lead to passageways into the rooms like the one I came through. They might open in different ways though.
I quickly opened my notebook and drew the circle area I stood in now then added the passageway I came through. I labeled everything I could and I had about a fourth of a map drawn. I'd have to explore all the other tunnels. But my watched said that it was almost six o'clock and I had to get back to my room.
Sighing, I returned back into the passageway that lead to my room. On my way out I noticed a lever on the inside of the passageway.
"This must open the passage from the inside," I said to myself, "the others should have this as well."
I stepped back into my room and slid the books back into place and the wall returned to normal leaving no evidence that it had ever moved.
As I changed for dinner I wonder if any of the other girls had found the passage ways. They must have because they've been living here way longer than I have. But maybe the grandma gave me this room for a reason, maybe it had the most obvious opening (the dresser's books) and the other rooms had it in harder places to find. All the questions swam around in my head and I was dying to figure it out all. My stomach growled and I reminded myself to eat first, snoop later.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
{A few days later}
I wanted to explore the passageways so badly but I had to be smart about it. I couldn't just pop in through some tunnel into girls' rooms while they're in there. So for the past few days I've been figuring out which girls stayed in which rooms. When a girl left the house I'd have to try their tunnel. But I'd have to be absolutely sure about it. So in the meantime I've been collecting information about TOP's gang. I called the police but they were of little help.
After my tenth call however, they agreed to send me a partner to work with me on the case. Finally, I'd be getting somewhere. The officer was supposed to be coming at ten am.
{ten am}
I walked out of the house in a beige trench coat, jeans and a white t-shirt. Perfect detective clothes. A bright, smiling guy leaned against the police car outside the house. Sure he filled out his uniform, quite nicely I had to admit, but his cute face seemed like the least place it should be was on a police officer's body.
I raised one eyebrow as I approached him, "Officer Jinki?"
"Yup that's me!" He smiled again.
I cringed on the inside and muttered, "I was afraid so." But I didn't let it show. I stuck out my hand and introduced myself.
"Harper Park."
He fistbumped my offered hand instead and said, "Harper, that's very american sounding. Are you from america?"
"No. Harper is my nickname. It's dangerous to use real names in my profession."
"I see," he nodded.
"So are we going to stand here chitcatting all day or are we going to actually do some investigating?"
"Oh, um yeah." He opened the passenger door and I slipped inside.
The car had a faint smell of... what was that? I couldn't seem to figure it out. It begun to bother me that I couldn't figure it out so I asked, "Officer Jinki, WHAT is that smell?"
"Call me Jinki, and," he paused slightly and reached into the back of the car causing the car to swerve slightly.
"Officer Jinki! Please concentrate on the road!"
He pulled his arm back into the front of the car bringing a box of fried chicken with him.
"Chicken?" I asked skeptically
"Mhmm, want a piece?"
"No thanks, I just ate breakfast," I said cooly. "Just take us to the school."
"No problem-o Miss Harper"
I sucked in a quick breath and rolled my eyes, then said under my breath "this is why I prefer to work alone."
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Esme Wolfe
{18, Assistant + Reporter + Publicist}
Likes: microphones, talking, advertising, cupcakes, cellphones
Dislikes: pencils, bracelets, notebooks and the color green
Esme is a beauty from London, she has a thick accent that is perfect for reporting. She has many jobs for being so young but she's extremely mature for her age and she's pretty smart too. She stays away from the drugs, the wild parties and drinking. Even though she's trying to be cookie-cutter clean Svetlana still hates her, well Svetlana hates everyone. Esme is trying to juggle her life and all her jobs and she is dreading that she is Eliza's assistant. Eliza is sweet, but the load is too much.
Model: Jessica Stam
{18, Assistant + Reporter + Publicist}
Likes: microphones, talking, advertising, cupcakes, cellphones
Dislikes: pencils, bracelets, notebooks and the color green
Esme is a beauty from London, she has a thick accent that is perfect for reporting. She has many jobs for being so young but she's extremely mature for her age and she's pretty smart too. She stays away from the drugs, the wild parties and drinking. Even though she's trying to be cookie-cutter clean Svetlana still hates her, well Svetlana hates everyone. Esme is trying to juggle her life and all her jobs and she is dreading that she is Eliza's assistant. Eliza is sweet, but the load is too much.
Model: Jessica Stam
Comment 3 likes
like an H7
even fly-er than a G6
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don't mind me just being an idiot and posting the things I think of in the shower xD
maybeee a full parody coming up if y'all want.
even fly-er than a G6
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don't mind me just being an idiot and posting the things I think of in the shower xD
maybeee a full parody coming up if y'all want.
One comment 7 likes
bleh georgie turned out alright but skandar was hard xD
so i've begun to ship this, they're SO ADORABLE TOGETHER idc what you say.
georigie+skandar NOT lucy+edmund ew
so i've begun to ship this, they're SO ADORABLE TOGETHER idc what you say.
georigie+skandar NOT lucy+edmund ew
One comment 15 likes
just some picture sets with white text. beauty in simplicity
and maybe you should read between the lines
and maybe you should read between the lines
Comment 8 likes
Esme Wolfe
{18, Assistant + Reporter + Publicist}
Likes: microphones, talking, advertising, cupcakes, cellphones
Dislikes: pencils, bracelets, notebooks and the color green
Esme is a beauty from London, she has a thick accent that is perfect for reporting. She has many jobs for being so young but she's extremely mature for her age and she's pretty smart too. She stays away from the drugs, the wild parties and drinking. Even though she's trying to be cookie-cutter clean Svetlana still hates her, well Svetlana hates everyone. Esme is trying to juggle her life and all her jobs and she is dreading that she is Eliza's assistant. Eliza is sweet, but the load is too much.
Model: Jessica Stam
+introduce yourself love
{18, Assistant + Reporter + Publicist}
Likes: microphones, talking, advertising, cupcakes, cellphones
Dislikes: pencils, bracelets, notebooks and the color green
Esme is a beauty from London, she has a thick accent that is perfect for reporting. She has many jobs for being so young but she's extremely mature for her age and she's pretty smart too. She stays away from the drugs, the wild parties and drinking. Even though she's trying to be cookie-cutter clean Svetlana still hates her, well Svetlana hates everyone. Esme is trying to juggle her life and all her jobs and she is dreading that she is Eliza's assistant. Eliza is sweet, but the load is too much.
Model: Jessica Stam
+introduce yourself love
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luxe- noun; richness, elegance, luxury, or the like
alexis// 15// hawaii.
+i'm a pretty simple person
i like pretty pictures, and some pretty clothes. My interests change quite often and I can't tell you what kinds of sets you'll get from me, because they change as well. Guess you'll just have to stick around and find out.
But I also enjoy psych, winter olympics, community, elf, and k-pop.
actually, i'm not very hipster and i'm not very girly. I don't categorize myself into one group and you'll be seeing many different types of sets from me. This reflects how I have a lot of different interests.
photography tumblr: http://lexhasluxe.tumblr.com
alexis// 15// hawaii.
+i'm a pretty simple person
i like pretty pictures, and some pretty clothes. My interests change quite often and I can't tell you what kinds of sets you'll get from me, because they change as well. Guess you'll just have to stick around and find out.
But I also enjoy psych, winter olympics, community, elf, and k-pop.
actually, i'm not very hipster and i'm not very girly. I don't categorize myself into one group and you'll be seeing many different types of sets from me. This reflects how I have a lot of different interests.
photography tumblr: http://lexhasluxe.tumblr.com
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