We can both remove the masks and admit we regret it from the start

- Anklebiters // Paramore
 
Verity Jones; May 18
First half collab with @kkerry
 
"You know," Winnie said conversationally from where she was browsing through my wardrobe "You have the most amazing closet i've ever seen." She said, like she didn’t tell me that every time she was here. Sometimes she just told me that out of the blue.
 
"Sometimes i'm afraid i'm going to open up my closet one morning and find you in there, all cuddled up in my clothes." I laughed form where I was perched on my bed. We were meant to be heading to Leigh’s but Winnie had clearly gotten distracted.
 
"It could very well happen." She laughed, and I totally believed her "Where do you find all of these amazing clothes?" She asked, pretty much caressing one of my favourite lace skirts.
 
"All different shops." I said with a shrug, "I'll take you to them soon." I added, before not so subtly trying to hurry her along "But now, either steal something of mine like i know you want to or, stay dressed as you are because we need to get going to Leigh's."
 
“I will hold you to that.” Winnie said, still not removing her eyes from my wardrobe, “But it’s not the same.”
 
“I’m sorry what?” I asked feeling beyond puzzled, “I’m afraid you’re going to have to explain that a bit more love.”
 
“Everything you own just becomes automatically cooler.” I tried not to laugh at her then because it really wasn’t the case.
 
“Not true. Maybe I just have an eye for these things.” I shrugged, getting up from the bed to see if I could rush her along, “And if I come with you I’ll be able to pick things out for you.”
 
“Really?” she asked, eyes wide. I couldn’t even tell if she was being legitimately serious or taking the piss anymore.
 
“Sure. If we don’t die of old age waiting for you to pick something,” I said pointedly, gesturing towards the wardrobe, “So do you actually want something or have we reached the portion of our evening where you start worshipping my wardrobe now.”
 
"Funny." She said dryly as she finally managed to remove herself from my wardrobe. Maybe she was actually looking for Narnia in there. “We can go, i'll just raid your wardrobe another day." I smiled.
 
"I'm sure you will." I said, ushering her out of the room and down the stairs. We threw quick goodbyes over our shoulder at a bemused looking Hunter before heading out to her car "So how many people do you think it's actually going to take to fire up the bbq?" I asked, messing around with her radio, because radio stations had such generic music.
 
"I'll say no more than three." She laughed, "I might be a good cook but bbq's are not my specialty." She pointed out. Which is a good thing I suppose, cooking was a much more useful skill than BBqing. Still I had to tease her a little
 
“You’re an awful Australian and deserve to be deported.” I told her matter of factly, kicking my shoes off and resting my feet on her dashboard.
 
“Says the girl who doesn’t like the beach.” She shot a pointed look at me with a small giggle.
 
“Plenty of Australian’s don’t even live neat the beach.” I told her haughtily, “Yet they still know how to use a barbie.”
 
“Then perhaps we should send you to the middle of Australia.” Winnie suggested, full on laughing this time, “I’m sure you’d do even better there.”
 
“It’s not my fault god decided to give me such a pale, milky complexion.” I joked, flipping my hair over my shoulder for emphasis.
 
"Milky complexion?" She questioned with a cocked eyebrow., "I prefer to call it albino complexion." She said. Which was hardly fair my hair was much more boring naturally than platinum blonde.
 
"I forgot how funny you were while i was away." I stated dryly, "If you keep making fun of me, i may just make sure you help with the barbie." I threatened with a grin. It’d be amusing to watch but also potentially dangerous.
 
"That's just evil." She said as we both exited the car, "You wouldn't want anyone to get hurt."
 
"Maybe just you." I said, sticking my tongue out at her as I knocked on Leigh’s door. She brought out the immature child in be for sure.
 
“Hey guys!" Leigh smiled, opening the door, "Come in and go straight out back, we’ve got the barbie all fired up." She said while stepping aside to let us in.
 
"Oh, you should of waited." I said with a little pout, before adding teasingly "Winnie is great with a barbie."
 
-
 
“What on earth is that noise?” I asked Hunter as I let myself into our apartment after coming home from Leigh’s.
 
“This awful kid on Eurovision.” He replied, not removing his eyes from the television, “His eyebrows look like caterpillars.”
 
“He’s also got crazy eyes.” I commented, coming to stand behind Hunter before slapping him on the back of the head, “I can’t believe you watched Eurovision without me.”
 
“I taped it for you.” He said sheepishly, looking up at me.
 
“It’s not the same. You’ve seen them all.” I huffed, climbing the stairs to change into something more appropriate for lazing about the house.
 
“I’ll watch them again with you.” He called after me. As I quickly shucked my heels and dress for a baggy shirt and shorts. Much comfier. "Did you know this one guy had lyrics that went Because of my shoes I'm wearing today. One is called Love the other is pain."
 
“No I didn't because I haven't seen them and you have." I said with a playful glare as i descended the stairs "It’s not as funny the second time round.” I pouted, lifting his arm up so I could snuggle next to him on the couch.
 
“You’ll live.” He commented vaguely as we turned our attention to the television as Serbia was announced.
 
And let me tell you it was a train wreck
 
“Is this even legal?” I asked feeling horrified as we watched the Serbian girls.
 
“Where are their pants?” Hunter asked sounding more fascinated than I did. Typical male “And their parents?”
 
“Wow.” Was all I said, hysterical laughter bubbling up at how awful they will.
 
“They’ll totally get through.” Hunter nodded. Which was a distinct possibility because hot blooded males.
 
I sighed “Oh joy. We’ll be subjected to this all over again.”

- Only Teardrops // Emmelie De Forest
 
The Eurovision song contest gives me the giggles. RAPPING ASTRONAUTS THO
 
Verity Jones; May 15
 
Hunter had to be at the studio at 6 o’clock in the bloody morning today so it wasn’t surprising I had turned down going in with him. It also wasn’t a surprise he’d taken the car, so I was forced to take the bus.
 
Which was fine and dandy, I didn’t mind taking the bus since I wasn’t a snob like Hunter. Well it would have been fine and dandy if it wasn’t for the massive, drunk guy who had been leering at me since I got on the bus.
 
I tried to ignore him, keeping my eyes focused on my phone as I sent menial and pointless texts to people. Which seemed to work, until he actually started talking to me.
 
“You got lovely legs sweetheart.” He slurred leaning towards me across the aisle.
 
“Thank you.” I shot him a tight smile, not sure what else to say.
 
“I bet they look hot wrapped around me.” He tried to wink at my but just ended up blinking. What a creep.
 
“I’ll have to pass.” I said dryly, returning my attention to my phone.
 
“What stop you getting off on?” He leant even further across the aisle, momentarily loosing his balance and having to grab the pole to avoid faceplanting on the floor. Which was a shame, “I could walk you to your destination. Some real creeps hanging around. Dunno what they could do to you.” The bus was mostly empty, a couple of uni students sent my sympathetic looks but no one did anything to step in. So it was up to me.
 
“I think I’ll be fine.” I told him, at the same time sending Hunter a text message that said CALL ME! I never used caps so hopefully he understood the urgency of my impending situation.
 
Thankfully he did, and I let out a sigh when not 30 seconds later my phone started ringing, “Hi Babe.” I greeted him cheerfully.
 
“Hey Verity, Whats up? Couldn’t wait thirty minutes to see me?” He asked teasingly. I could just visualise the cocky grin plastered over his face as he leant back in his favourite leather chair in the studio.
 
“So you’re gonna pick me up from the bus stop. How nice.” I cooed.
 
“You want picked up from the bus stop?” Hunter sounded confused. Hopefully he’d catch on or something. Or even if he didn’t he’d at least actually come and pick me up. I didn’t think the guy was actually that dangerous or anything but better safe than sorry right?
 
“That’s right babe.” I gave a fake laugh, not that the drunken buffoon could tell since his gave was still fixated on my legs. Maybe this was a sign I should stop reading shorts.
 
“Is this one of those times when you’re convinced you’re going to be followed and killed by someone?” He asked with a little laugh. Which isn’t fair, just because I like to be safe doesn’t mean anything.
 
“Perhaps. Better safe than sorry darling.” I said, hopping he wouldn’t dismiss me and hang up or something.
 
“I suppose it would be a shame if something happened to you.” Hunter said, like he was considering whether he’d come and get me or not.
 
“Wouldn’t it. You literally could not live without me.” I said in a teasingly tone of voice. It was 100% true though, that boy was a bit useless.
 
“Okay. I can’t get away now though, but I can send Nick.” Hunter finally said, “How’s that sound?”
 
“Does it have to be him?” I asked trying to keep the whine out of my voice, “He’d never let me live it down.”
 
“Sorry babe I literally cannot get away.” He said, sounding mildly sympathetic now. He knew first hand how relentless Nick could be, “It’s him or nothing.”
 
“I suppose I can live with that.” I sighed since I really had no other choice. “I’m about 10 minutes out.”
 
“Okay. I’ll send him right now.” Hunter said matter of factly, before adding in a more soothing tone of voice, “You’re gonna be fine sweetheart.”
 
“I know that.” I let out a sigh, well aware I was overreacting, “still…” I trailed off not sure what to say. Glancing over at ‘creepy guy’, because I hadn’t in a while, I realised he was apparently now trying to see through my shirt or something. The sooner this bus ride was over the better.
 
“Do you want me to stay on the phone with you until Nick gets there?” He offered kindly, but it only caused my eyes to narrow.
 
“You can stay on the phone but can’t do this one thing for me.” I had to be careful of my words so I didn’t contradict myself, not that this guy had the brain cells to notice if I did.
 
“I have literally 10 minutes. Not enough time to get there and back.” He offered, which I suppose was good enough. So I did, stay chatting on the phone with him until we pulled up at the stop near the studio.
 
Creepy guy actually did get off the bus at the same stop as me but luckily Nick actually was there waiting for me.
 
“Hi love.” I smiled, throwing my arms around his neck in a hug. Noticing he’d driven here. Which was ridiculous it was like a 10 minutes walk.
 
“Hello kitten.” He smirked back at me. I narrowed my eyes at him but didn’t say anything.
 
Instead we heard ‘drunken idiot’ muttered “Fcking unbelievable,” before hiccuping and stumbling off.
 
Nick and I exchanged a look and started laughing. What a class act. He probably was to drunk to have even done any real damage.
 
“Good thing I was here to save you huh princess?” Nick asked once we’d calmed, incredibly smug look on his face.
 
“You’re never going to let me here the end of this are you?” I asked him with a long suffering sigh. I definitely knew the answer.
 
“Let me think about that.” He said, tapping his chin exaggeratedly, “Never.”
 
I let out a huff, “Just get in the damn car.”

- Young and Beautiful// Lana del Rey
 
Jumping on the bandwagon with the current ‘official poly song’ even though I kinda actually prefer the version in the video.
 
Verity Jones; May 12
Collab with @chrissykinz
 
Mother’s day was meant to be spent relaxing with your mother, not walking kilometres in the hot sun. Yet that’s what I was doing today since my mum was off in Queensland visiting her mum.
 
“You going to be okay?” Hunter asked as he dropped me off where I was meant to be meeting up with Leigh.
 
“It’s walking not brain surgery.” I deadpanned as I undid my seatbelt and climbed out of the car.
 
“Alright. Well stay safe. Use suncream.” He advised like I hadn’t already slathered my pale ass, glow in the dark, skin with suncream.
 
“Say hello to your mum for me.” I leant down to kiss him on the cheek
 
“You only like me for my mum.” Hunter said with a completely straight face. Good poker face that guy had there.
 
“Sally is a pretty great woman.” I shrugged in agreement before slamming the door shut, “Now shoo. I see Leigh.” I turned my back on the car and made my way through the sea of pink clad people towards Leigh.
 
“Morning.” I called with a small smile, I hadn’t really had a chance to catch up with her yet since being back.
 
“Hi.” I got back in response, “Could you be anymore dedicated to the cause?” She asked me, looking me up and down with a small smile.
 
“Red hair. Pink clothes. Bad combination unless you’re Emma Stone.” I shrugged, assuming she was referring to the fact there was next to no pink in my outfit. Just my sunnies. Still it was the thought that counted right? And anyway my pullover thing was sort of pink. Maybe.
 
"Aww i am sure you could rock that look Verity." Leigh retorted with a cheeky wink. She was wrong pink wasn’t my colour, when it was in my hair or on my body.
 
I sighed, and responded jokingly instead of telling her that “Maybe. Probably but that would be unfair to everyone else."
 
"Well when you put it that way." She titled her head to the side, before changing the subject. "So are you sure you want to do this? If not there are several shops around."
 
I really didn’t want to do this but I was going to so I scoffed "I did not spend most of morning painting my skin with sunscreen to go shopping."
 
"Ahh that is what the smell is.” She said teasingly, which wasn’t fair because it wasn’t my fault.
 
“Oh shut up some of us don't tan we burn." I retorted with a glare. It was a sad fact of life
 
“Well from the smell of it you’ll never have to wear sunscreen again.” She suggested with a shrug as we started walking…somewhere. I didn’t know where we were headed so I sure hoped Leigh did.
 
“I should invent some sunscreen that doesn’t smell. Or at least smells better than this.” I sighed wistfully, if only I was a chemist or something smart, “I’d be a millionaire.”
 
“Verity,” Leigh looked over at me like I was daft or something, “That’s something that already exists.”
 
“Let me tell you, as someone who has tried every sunscreen known to man it actually doesn’t.” I told her matter of factly. It was true, not matter in how many different ways brands tried to tell you it was scent free every sunscreen smelt like oily yuck.
 
"I'll have to take your word for it." And so she should.
 
"So why did you decide to do this?" I asked. I’d agreed because I had no other offers for Mothers day, surprisingly enough, but I hadn’t actually asked before and I was curious "I mean i know it's a good cause but.."
 
"I am not big on spending time with my family. I called my mum and you know said happy mothers day." She shrugged
 

“So you decided instead of torturing yourself with your parents you’d torture yourself with, exercise.” I said before realising that wasn’t the most tactful thing. I blamed the fact I hadn’t slept a wink last night.
 
Leigh gave me a look I couldn’t quite decipher, “No one forced you into this.”
 
“I’m not complaining,” I defended myself with a pout, “I’m just…” I trailed off looking for a word.
 
“Complaining?” She asked dryly. Which I wasn’t!
 
"No." I shot a playful glare in her general direction. "I am just pointing something out."
 
"Right , well walking isn't that hard is it?" She asked. Walking was fine, but not when you melted in the process.
 
"No but you could have done other things." I pointed out "I could list them out for you if you want." She said with a cheeky smile.
 
"No thank you."
 
“Are you sure?” I asked teasingly, “Because I have this whole list prepared for you and everything.”
 
“Do you have a life?” She asked me completely deadpan, “Are you one of those lame people who prepare their combacks in advance.”
 
“No on both counts.” I sniffed primly in indignation, “If I had a life I wouldn’t be here.”
 
“I don’t know why but I’m getting a feeling that maybe this isn’t in your list of places you want to be right now.” Leigh said dryly, as we were wandering around still. Did either of us actually know where we were going.
 
“I don’t know what gave you that idea.” I shrugged haughtily, “But do you actually know where we’re meant to be going or are we walking round in circles.”
 
"Just follow the footpath and eventually we will find more people wearing pink or not wearing pink.” She shrugged, sounding like she hadn’t given it much thought. That was reassuring "And then we will just follow them."
 
"Well that sounds like horrible idea but lets go with it." I said because sadly I had no better ideas
 
"So are you happy to be back? " She asked, by passing my snark completely.
 
"Mostly. Yeah." I shrugged in response, though at least it wasn’t 100 degrees in London "I wasn't actually gone that long." I pointed out
 
“Yes you were. It was like 500 years.” Leigh was totally exaggerating.
 
“It was 37 days.” I corrected her with an eye roll at her dramatics, “Just because you’re all so quick to forget me.”
 
“We could never forget you.” She cooed. Which was a bit condescending considering I was older than her, “but how do you know it was 37 days?” She asked, narrowing her eyes, “Bit sad isn’t it?”
 
“It’s incredibly sad.” I nodded in agreement because Hunter was a sad person, “Hunter keeps reminding me. We really need to go shopping since we were away 37 days, do you think any of our plants are still alive after 37 days.” I lowered my voice to mock him, “It’s like her forgot I was there with him and is bragging or something.”
 
Leigh laughed a little shaking her head "So he forgot about you for 37 days. That's nice of him." Sarcasm was dripping from her words "How could anyone forget about you?"
 
"Hunter is weird. We all know that." I shrugged. I’d been reliably informed I was one of a kind and highly unforgettable.
 
"True." She agreed sort of ending that trail of conversation.
 
“Hmm,” I hummed in agreement not sure what to say in response to that, so I did what I do best, changed the subject, “Are you sure we’re in the right place Leigh?” I asked
 
“Yes.” She nodded defiantly, eyes scanning the crowd, “Look.” She cried, pointing in the direction of a mass of pink, “It’s our people.”
 
“Finally. I was getting ready to leave.” I said cheekily as we made our way to the swarms of ‘Leigh’s people’ which was weird.
 
“How? I’m your ride home remember.” Leigh asked with a roll of her eyes.
 
“Hunter would pick me up,” I laughed, before retorting teasingly “he owes me. He forgot me for 37 days. Remember.”
 
"He could always make it 38." She said which was rude. He would never here the end of it. "You never know."
 
"He wouldn't." I said confidently "If he did he wouldn't have anyone." That boy was a weirdly untrusting one.
 
"Ahh good point. He would have no one to show off to then." She nodded sagely.
 
“More importantly he’d have no one to make sure he remembered things.” I pointed out. I practically managed his schedule and made sure he got places on time. He should pay me, or Nick should.
 
“You mean you’re not the scatty one in the relationship?” She asked, covering her mouth with an exaggerated gasp.
 
“Oh shut up,” I rolled my eyes, yet again, “Your people are calling.”
 

[Stop trying to make hastags happen poly! Hashtags are NEVER going to happen]

- Upside Down // Paloma Faith
 
In my head Verity has a really soft and gentle voice just because that’s how Florence speaks. I have issues! This is basically just a story to establish where Verity has been and such! I'll start on the events from now on!
 
Verity Jones; May 8
 
“Home, sweet home.” Hunter crowed as we stepped foot into our apartment for the first time in over a month, “how I missed you.” He dropped his suitcase by the door and rushed over to face plant into the couch. Men, honestly.
 
“Don’t be so melodramatic.” I scolded primly as I picked my way over his luggage and shutting the door behind me.
 
“It’s been 37 days Verity,” He turned his head from where it was buried in the couch cushions so he could stare at me, “37 day. Do you know how long that is?”
 
“One day more than 36 and one less than 38.” I deadpanned actually bothering to take my suitcases into my bedroom (and let me tell you climbing the stairs with that damn thing was not easy) because I knew I’d be to tired to do it later.
 
“You think you’re funny but you’re not.” Hunter retorted when I returned to the lounge, not having been able to muster the energy to actually unpacks the damn suitcase.
 
“You had a couple of minutes and that was the best comeback you could come up with?” I asked mildly, lowering myself into the armchair and grabbing the television remote, “I think someone needs a nap.”
 
“Hunter needs a nap.” He nodded in agreement. The fact he was talking in third person meant he was definitely loosing it.
 
“Hunter can have a nap. Right after he moves his suitcases from the doorway.” I told him sternly, flicking the television on. There wasn’t a single, crappy reality show to be found and for that I was beyond thankful.
 
He buried his face in the pillows again so his voice came out all muffled when he spoke, “don’t want to.”
 
“You don’t want to trip over those things at arse o’clock in the morning when you’re heading into the studio.” Because apparently even though we’d just spent 24 hours travelling the record label wanted him in the studio bright and early tomorrow morning. And he wondered why I hadn’t singed a deal.
 
“You should do it for me.” He suggested hopefully.
 
“Why?” I asked, keeping my eyes glued to the telly and not looking over towards him.
 
“Because you love me?” I saw him roll onto his back to shoot my his best puppy eyes.
 
I shook my head with a small smile, “Try again.”
 
“I’ll cook you dinner?”
 
“You would have done that anyway.” I rolled my eyes, though I did get up to grab the suitcase. Mostly because he was likely to leave it, and then wake me up when he inevitably walked into it tomorrow morning at a time no sane person should be awake.
 
His reply wasn’t intelligible to human ears as I grabbed his suitcases and dropped them on his bed. “There, I hope you’re happy lazy bum.” I walked back into the living room, hands placed on hips disapprovingly, however when I laid eyes on him I couldn’t stop the fond smile creeping across my face.
 
He’d fallen asleep.
 
-
 
After Hunter had conked out on the couch I’d thrown a blanket over him and gone up to my room to have a nap myself. I was woken unceremoniously a couple of hours later by something bouncing on my bed.
 
“Verity my love, I missed you.” It was Nick, of course it was Nick. The low chuckle from the direction of the doorway alerted me to the fact Hunter was watching and doing nothing to help me.
 
“Nick. It’s been like 5 days.” I deadpanned, trying to shove him off as he leant down to give me a sloppy kiss on the cheek. As Hunter’s manager/agent person he’d been over in Britain with us though Hunter and I had elected to stay an extra couple of days sightseeing. Nick had gone over two weeks before us so he’d come back earlier.
 
“Which is to long without you’re stunning looks and lovely voice.” He cooed, fluttering his eyelashes. That man was a menace.
 
“You only want me for my voice.” I said dryly, pushing him off the bed and onto the floor. Of course he’d let me do it because I was weak and he could have resisted if he’d tried.
 
“I just think it’s a crime you’re depriving the world of it.” He looked up at me from under his eyelashes.
 
“Nick I’ve had 3 hours sleep in the last 34 hours. I am so far from in the mood for this conversation again.” I told him matter of factly as I climbed out of bed, making sure not to step on him in the process.
 
“Good evening sleeping beauty.” Hunter wrapped his arms around me as I reached the door frame, pulling me into his chest.
 
“Shouldn’t I be calling you that?” I looked up at him with a smirk, “I’m not the one who fell asleep in the couch.”
 
Hunter shrugged and didn’t respond, as we both ignored Nick and his theatrical sighing. “Why is he here?” I asked, motioning my head in Nick’s general direction.
 
“He invited himself to dinner.” Hunter told me, spinning me around so my back was to his chest and resting his head on my shoulder, “It wasn’t worth the drama it’d cause to kick him out.”
 
“I resent that. I am a perfect dinner guest.” Nick cried indignantly, pulling himself up off the floor finally.
 
“Far from it.” I snorted, “Now can we take this out of my bedroom?” I asked, untangling myself from Hunter and grabbing his hand to pull him down the stairs behind me, “Also someone make dinner already I’m starving.”
 
“That’s why we came to wake you! For dinner.” Nick exclaimed, sliding down the banister of the stair case, which was incredibly stupid and incredibly Nick.
 
“Anything for your highness.” Hunter muttered at the same time.
 
Home. I sure missed it.

- Heart's a Mess // Gotye
 
I don't actually know if I had to make an intro @sarahstardom and @chrissykinz but I wanted to do the facts/playlist. Also I didn't write a story for my audition but that's because I'd rather just start writing for events and stuff. Is that alright?
 
Name : Verity Jones
Hometown : Sydney, NSW
Career : Studio Musician/Backing Vocalist
Likes : Nail polish, hats, vintage, music, writing, sarcasm, flowy clothes, piano, sweater weather, rainy evenings
Dislikes: Drunks, cats, hospitals, coffee, windows computers, sci-fi, bread, herself as a teenager, teenagers, dirty dishes, frozen peas, rainy days
Bio: Verity has a touch of the dramatic about her. Born and raised in Sydney to a normal family in a normal neighbourhood she’s always been slightly different, quirky but not in that try hard indie hipster way. Like her styles and manner Verity has an entirely unique voice and so instead of going to uni after graduation she entered the music industry. She works as a backing singer and studio musician, and is completely fulfilled in her job. Most people think she’s gunning for her own recording contract, or is mad not to be, but Verity likes her life exactly the way it is, fluid and with no commitment to anyone but herself. She just wants to have fun, express herself and make music. She’s a simple girl, under all her dramatics.
Relationship Status : Single
Model: Florence Welch
 
Collection; http://www.polyvore.com/verity_jones_it_all_starts/collection?id=2537195
 
Intro Facts;
 
1. Though she’s a fan of dramatic movement, music and imagery Verity hates personal drama and politics.
 
2. Verity prefers buying CDs to downloading music. There’s something special about holding it in your hand.
 
3. She loves vintage, free flowing clothes because they’re comfortable and not because she’s an insufferable hipster. She wears what she wants whether it costs $1 or $1000
 
4. Verity (obviously) dyes her hair. Though she’s stuck with red for the past 4 years there were various shades of blue and purple before. There was also a pink phase but Verity refuses to admit that it actually happened.
 
5. She’s lived with her best friend Hunter in the same apartment for the past 6 years. Thought they could definitely afford something better and bigger they like where they are now.
 
6. Her parents occasionally send her money. Unless it’s for her birthday or Christmas she donates it to charity (or in the early days gave it to Hunter)
 
7. Despite the fact he keeps trying to convince her to sign a record deal Verity thinks Hunter’s manager [name tba] is pretty cool. She’s constantly trying to ‘set them up’ which is actually just getting them in awkward situations that embarrass Hunter.
 
8. She drinks 6 cups of tea a day. Minimum.
 
9. Verity is a night owl. No matter how early she has to be up she can’t physically seem to fall asleep before 1am.
 
10. She’s just returned from a month long song writing and recording trip to London with Hunter. No she hasn’t signed a record deal yet, no she’s still not planning on it {This is basically be explaining where she’s been since the RP started. Sneaky or what?}
 

Playlist songs;
The Chain // Fleetwood Mac
We Live And Die In These Towns // The Enemy
Panic Station // Muse
Back To Black // Amy Winehouse
Runaway // Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Heart's A Mess // Gotye
You Need Me I Don’t Need You // Ed Sheeran
O Children // Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Beating Like A Drum // Eskimo Joe
Every You Every Me // Placebo
Running Up That Hill // Kate Bush
Your Song // Elton John
[There’s 12 there but IDGAF ;)]
 

Connections;
Ideas? I’ve read everyone’s bios/intros/collections and I’m trying to catch up on stories. I’ve missed lots!
So yeah :)

- The Phoenix // Fall Out Boy
 
Bit late with this but yeah, i literally finished all my assignments and stuff yesterday! I have this whole head cannon about what became of Cherie. Let's just say she didn't get her happy ending.
 
Carson ‘Carley’ Renard, 21
Manhattan, New York
Profession: Model
Personality Traits/Flaws: Witty, stubborn, proud, intelligent, dedicated
Signature Scent:
Style: Anything as long as it’s ridiculously expensive
Model: Cora Keegan
Resume: www.polyvore.com/carson_carley_renard_bmm/collection?id=2534640
Taken by: @elizabeth-kate
 
The Family;
 
Cherie Renard; 50
This former model now spends her days doing, well nothing as far as Carley is confirmed. Carley knows she’s her mother’s favourite child but sometimes she wishes she wasn’t, there’s only so much a girl can hear about her mother’s dysfunctional life and choices before she’s ready to burst
+ Kristen Bell
 
Michael Hale; 53
Carley’s dad still works in New York though he splits his time between New York and Paris. Cherie refuses to marry him but besides that he holds the balance of power in their relationship. Carley loves her dad but the way her parents treat each other has certainly put her off relationships for life.
+ Ryan Kwanten
 
Savannah Renard; 25
Carley’s sister. Well actually her half sister though Carley and her parents are the only ones that know it. She was conceived when Cherie and Michael were going through a rough patch and no one but Cherie knows who her father really is. Naive and trusting, no wonder she’s never questioned why Michael doesn’t quite treat her the same as her siblings.
+Gemma Ward
 
Teresa & Jeremy Renard; 16
The twins were adopted when Carley was 7 because her mother refused give birth to more children and her dad threatened to walk unless Cherie “Had more kids with me than with him.” They’re sweet, easy going kids and Carley plans to make sure they stay that way.
+ Crystal Reed & Dylan O’Brien
 
Friends;
Carley doesn’t really have many friends. She’s not trusting and keeps to herself. Acquaintances yes, but she doesn’t even know what stage in a relationship people become friends. It’s probably, most definitely, her families fault.
 
Job;
Model: Carley loves her job and puts her heart and soul in it as a….distraction. She also loves the fact her mother hates it and that she’s better at it than her mother.
 

So yeah. There's that. :)

- Over The Love // Florence + The Machine
 
So @chrissykinz said I could fill an open spot in IASIS so that's what I plan to do. An opportunity to use Queen Florence is even better.
 
Name : Verity Jones
Hometown : Sydney, NSW
Career : Studio Musician/Backing Vocalist
Likes : Nail polish, hats, vintage, music, writing, sarcasm, flowy clothes, piano, sweater weather, rainy evenings
Dislikes: Drunks, cats, hospitals, coffee, windows computers, sci-fi, bread, herself as a teenager, teenagers, dirty dishes, frozen peas, rainy days
Bio: Verity has a touch of the dramatic about her. Born and raised in Sydney to a normal family in a normal neighbourhood she’s always been slightly different, quirky but not in that try hard indie hipster way. Like her styles and manner Verity has an entirely unique voice and so instead of going to uni after graduation she entered the music industry. She works as a backing singer and studio musician, and is completely fulfilled in her job. Most people think she’s gunning for her own recording contract, or is mad not to be, but Verity likes her life exactly the way it is, fluid and with no commitment to anyone but herself. She just wants to have fun, express herself and make music. She’s a simple girl, under all her dramatics.
Relationship Status : Single
Model: Florence Welch
 

I'll do the collection and stuff ASAP. I'm not usually big on joining rps late but I love all the girls in this one so let's do it!

- The Beginning // One Ok Rock
 
So I was making @pinklipstiiick a set because her birthday was ALMOST THREE MONTHS AGO AND I NEVER MADE ONE but this turned out...darker... than I meant it to. Because sets for people are meant to be happy and bright and lovely in lizzie land.
 
SO THIS IS STILL FOR YOU MAMA G just expect a better/happier/lovelier set in the next few days.
 
I MISSED YOU LOTS x

- Starry Eyed // Ellie Goulding
 
Shannon Ritter; Challenge 1
Makeovers.
 
I forgot how hard it is to make a halfway decent doll set (this took me hours yesterday and today) Story will be up soon. After I do those assignments I've been neglecting to make this ;) (social intangibles of coca cola and violet crumble chocolate bars. Thrilling topics right?)
 

I'll try include everyone in my group when I get this written @beautifultruth @sophiaspastic @rockets-and-rainbows @serena250
 
xxxo

Clearly I've lost the ability to set *le sigh*
 
Anyway this is not finished but im just publishing it to let @ingrid know it's coming. Eventually. Hopefully tonight. I just got finished with one of THOSE weeks on uni. Anyone who's ever gone to uni knows what I mean ;)
 
Shannon Ritter, 21
City, Country: Hobart, Australia
Signature Scent: She isn’t big on perfume having grown up in the great outdoors.
Style: Colourful. Though restrained I like colours and mixing colours and contrasting colours but not like a rainbow exploded on me or anything.
Height, Measurements: 5’11” / 32.5-23.5-34 
Modeling Portfolio: http://www.polyvore.com/shannon_ritter/collection?id=2410592
Favorite Designer/Designer House: Ellie Saab or Oscar de la Renta
Model: Jac Jagaciak
Taken by:
 
Tell us all about yourself. But don't give us a lecture (be brief).
I grew up in Hobart, which is the capital of Tasmania in Australia. I’ve always been a people person and a big city girl, but growing up in Hobart I didn’t really get that; the population is only 500,000. I moved to Melbourne for uni which is more my scene, the fashion and the cafe’s and the sophistication. Fell in with the modelling scene at Melbourne fashion weeks two years ago and juggled it with Uni. But I’m done with Uni now and well I know what I’m picking between modelling and finance.
 
Why do you want to be in this competition?
Because my degree in finance will lead to a boring, monotonous life in Hobart with my family. I’d rather the opportunity to see the world and embrace fashion and modelling. It’s something I love and I’m interested in every aspect of it from the planning to the photographing to the editing. This competition would give me the opportunity to do all of this.
 
What can you bring to the competition? What is your strength?
A good hard work ethic, a sense of realness that you can’t help gaining in such a small community. I like to think I see the world differently from most models so there’s always that. I don’t know It’s more organic and real I think. I’m a real girl who doesn’t handle you BS but will always listen with respect but take initiative. Also I completely fearless. I've seen it all I've done it all, nothing you can throw at me I'll shock it. [Liz’s note: I am so bad at articulating this. Liz’s brain needs to cool down]
 
Who is your role model?
 My Aunt Kate. She’s strong and independent and ran away from home to pursue a career in singing. That’s what I’m aspiring for though I want to take over the world not just the Sydney pub scene.
Fashion wise I’m going to have to say Gemma Ward. Aussie girl doing her thing, being big in fashion and still managing to remain charming and Aussie and lovely.