a dalmatian can't change it's spots

anita was stressed. she had deadlines due left, right and centre and she had hit a mental block. it had been driving her mad. sick of goijng stir crazy in the house, she went out for a walk and saw flash. anita smiled and gave him a wave, making her way over to him.

"hi, how are you?" she asked "if i have to think of one more thing today, my head is going to explode. please distract me. "

that just because you're the oldest it doesn't mean that you'll be the most successful.

[ IN-DEPTH HEADCANON QUESTIONS ]:

at restaurants, does your muse prefer to eat inside or pick something in the outdoor seating section?

she prefers outside in case she witnesses anything news story worthy

[ Random Character Development ]:

40. What’s the most anxious they’ve ever felt?

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“Hmm.” Elsa thought to herself. “And is this because of your expectations of what the relationship should be - a lack or miscommunication. Or something else?” She couldn’t quite help if she had no understanding of the relationship, but it did make her think about her and Anna. The struggles they faced and the disconnection.

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“it’s from a mixture of things. pressure, popularity, career goals, fame...the list could go on” she was aware that she sounded bitter about the success of she who shall remain anonymous, she couldn’t help it. for years she tried to keep herself in check about it, she never could “one of us had to fight for everything and the other one seems to fall ass backwards into luck. it’s put a strain on the dynamic”

Morgan was in the middle of styling a client’s hair, listening and nodding along as they vented about their situation. When a particularly shocking twist was revealed, they pulled the scissors back and gasped. “They did not! And what did you say?” They asked, now completely enraptured in the story.

@happieststarters​

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anita’s hair appointment was full of chatter and laughter, something she didn’t do much of either these days. “i told them that i knew they were lying. charlotte only agreed to one member of the press at the new year bash and it was me” she went on to explain “so i did some digging on our so called journalist and he was a fame hunter. turns out he’s notorious for showing up to high status events and causing a scene for likes. thank god la bouffs security team caught him before he could do anything”

❝ have you ever had a nemesis ? ❞ Elsa asked politely. It just came out of her head to ask this, because she was self reflecting. Her nemesis was her fear - the anxious feelings that held her captive now and again. The sun tickled her skin and she held her hand up to not get blinded. “Well have you?” She asked again, urging the other to respond to her question. Surely, she wouldn’t be alone in this.

@happieststarters​

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she couldn’t call her sister her nemesis, she was sure the feeling wasn’t mutual. anita also wasn’t in the business of trying to destroy or hurt her sister. the feelings there were just complicated ones. “no” she answered plainly “i don’t have a nemesis, but there is someone in my life where things are complicated. the dynamic shifted when we were younger and it’s never shifted back into place, y’know?”

She was sure that town was still nursing their hangovers and recovering from New Year, herself included. The town has been out on full force, partying like their lives depended on it at the La Bouff estate. Penelope dragged herself to the Enchanted Rose Café for some coffee that she desperately needed. By the time she eventually got her coffee and took a sip when she had sat down at a nearby table, she was near tears at how thankful she was for coffee. 

“Coffee, save me now”

@happieststarters​

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unlike her sister, anita didn’t have the luxury of partying her pants off. she could’ve if she wanted to, but she wasn’t much fun when her far more fun baby sister was around. when peep was around, anita faded into the background for people. they were more focused on the famous deery sister. 

anita had messaged peep about meeting up for coffee and to run over some photos for the article she was writing. however complicated her feelings were towards her sister, she couldn’t deny that the girl knew how to pick great photos. 

“how are you still this exhausted?” 

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Arista looked up from over her phone at the woman who had responded to her. Curious to learn more, she placed her phone into her clutch and turned towards her.

“Oh? What type of work do you do?” Arista questioned, playfully. “Are you like, the event host, or like an interior designer or an event or style blogger orrrrrrrr-” Arista rambled off.

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“i’m a fashion journalist.” she replied, her eyes scanning the room to keep an eye out for any other outfits worth noting. “i’m used to be a designer for deville design haus but took a step away from that, now i work as a journalist for the redwood hollow review and also freelance. i focus on fashion and charlotte granted me the press release for the event.” she was sure penelope probably had something to do with it, but she pushed that out of her mind “i owe her one, she’s set me up for a load of jobs thanks to this party. i’ve got press clamouring over one another for exclusive photos and an interview with lady la bouff” 

“you’re one of the neptune kids, aren’t you? you have that aura around you”

The party was most beautiful, and Arista felt enchanted by all of the decorations, and even more by everyone’s stunning looks, whether they fit the theme or not. It felt like the town’s Great Gatsby moment, and Arista was here for it.

While Arista was happy to be taking a break from being online tonight, and instead having fun amongst her friends and neighbors in person, she was a creature of habit. Arista did not mean to keep staring at her phone, but what were such dazzling outfits and whimsical decor for if not for selfies?

“Hey you!” Arista called out, grinning wide, “Let’s take a selfie!”

@happieststarters​

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anita was here strictly on business. while she was invited to the party, charlotte had granted her press release rights for the local newspaper. in other words, anita derry was the only person in town that was being given the lowdown of what it takes to run a mammoth of a party like this. 

even anita’s dress gave business vibes with a touch of old hollywood. she jotted down notes of each area around the la bouff estate and took photos on her camera for the article, that was until people had decided to try and nab her camera for selfies

“me? oh no, no thanks. i’m just here for work”

la bouff new year bash