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❝ what are you doing over here on your lonesome , missy ? ❞ beaming smile would never tell that she secretly wishes she could do the same , death by small talk starting to look more and more feasible as the night drags on . she wasn’t always this way ; once a rising star that basked in the fame and glory , she can only wonder why thea isn’t the same ― puts it down to a shy persona , one of the reasons she’d taken the up and comer under her wing in the first place . ❝ it isn’t so bad ... ❞ eyes scan the room . if not proven wrong by the high society that insert their dominance through childish gossip and fashion shows that oppose the cause completely , then certainly by the drunken old man slurring vulgar language that seemed to be heading their way . ❝ okay , you got me , that was a lie . ❞ she links their arms and hurries in the opposite direction . ❝ stick with me tonight . ❞
arms lightly cross over her chest , giving the drunken old man no other option but to look in her eyes as he slurred . attempts to flee only caused a scene , and so she found herself mindlessly nodding along to vulgar comments whilst mind planned a quick and quiet escape route . no luck until big , bouncy curls and a shimmer of gold catches her attention , a sigh of relief as a friendly face looks her way . eyes widen , pointing in the direction of the creep as lips mouth ‘ help me ’ . she could always count on desdemona to speak up where she couldn’t .
𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 , chapman scans the room . god , he fucking loved annual charity galas ; this was one place to shine , to make it worth . all these pretentious arseholes pretending they actually care about the cause while getting their nose destructed in snow or shoving tons of alcohol down their throats . what a natural environment for danny boy . yet , she didn’t have to turn around , he knew it was her . from the way she held herself to how gorgeous her brunette locks looked falling down her back . a sigh , he downs his drink to gather up the courage . he hasn’t seen her since their little snow adventure last week . he didn’t know if she was avoiding him or was he avoiding her ; but it worked for either of them . he shakes the nerves off his shoulders as he takes another glass of champagne & walks behind the female carefully . ❛ you are absolutely astonishing , miss sinclair . ❜ he says in a vanilla-tinted tone once he’s close enough to her ear . not desiring to make it awkward for her or the people around her , he clears his throat & swings to face her from the front . ( @luvflash )
shivers down her spine as his breath brushes against her neck , no material to hide the goosebumps that followed . it was only a matter of time before avoidance was no longer an option . his presence was enough to distract her from whatever conversation she was having with whoever that was ; years of attending such pretentious events , she’d learned how to navigate idle chatter with people she only pretended to know . she excuses herself but not before taking a moment to contemplate running for the hills , knot in her stomach as she finally faces him . pearly whites fake confidence , a hollywood smile as she kisses his cheek ; a formal greeting . ❝ thank you , mr chapman . ❞ formalities , such a turn of events , like they weren’t sharing a bottle and a packet mere days ago . cheeks turn red just thinking about it . ❝ you don’t look too bad yourself . ❞ understatement . gaze bounces around the room , orbs landing anywhere but on his . ❝ what a lovely evening . ❞ really , she hates these things and he knows that .
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tousled locks frame bloodshot eyes , hints of black and blue peeking through an obscene amount of make up , remnants of the chaotic night before hard to hide . his stylist had worked for hours on end to achieve the impossible and yet he still stuck out like a sore thumb , like a bull in a china shop , like a bald man starring in hair : the musical ; no amount of money could change that . couldn’t even pretend to be interested in the cause as designer shoes drag along polished floors , childish groans interrupting meaningless small talk between old , rich men in million dollar suits . he laughs as they look him up and down , irritating the snoots of hollywood his only form of entertainment aside from drinking the night away ( which his managers had warned him against but of course he’d never listen , flask in blazer pocket where it belonged ) . glimpse of a friendly face replaces a restless fidget with a beaming smile , light on his feet as he skips over to his saviour . ❝ soleil ! ❞ certainly not one to contain his excitement , he squishes her cheeks between his hands , planting a kiss with an exaggerated ‘ mwah ’ . lack of personal space was nothing new , something she would’ve discovered when the two shared a roof . ❝ thank fuck you’re here . i can’t believe i’m saying this , but i’m at a party and i’m bored ― those two words don’t belong in the same bloody sentence ! ❞
isla! isla! sources say you’ve been canoodling with a much older costar, is this true?
scrunched up features display genuine confusion . ❝ canoodling !? ❞ she laughs it off with just a hint of nerve , red cheeks hidden behind pink blush ― why was she nervous ? it certainly wasn’t the truth , but it wasn’t far from it . ❝ your sources couldn’t be further from the truth . mr. chapman and i’s relationship is strictly professional . ❞ lump in her throat as she drops his name , probably a mistake she’d come to regret ; she can only imagine her manager’s uproar if she were to be the next woman involved in the chapman family’s scandal , no matter how much their fans wanted to see it . ❝ i really must go , a lady should never be late . ❞ an overly sweet smile as she scurries away from the mob . / @scmber .
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She stood corrected. Embarrassment filled the young girl as her brows furrowed and bottom lip pouted before shoving the script deep into her bag . “ Very well then . ” Zelda grit between her teeth as she threw on her coat . “ As long as we don’t have to tread through any grass , these shoes are Dior . ” And not to mention on loan , but she decided to leave that detail out for now . “ Where are you taking me ? ” She questioned as they made their way through the cafe , “ You aren’t going to take me down to the cellar and make off with the script , are you ? ” It was only a joke but the worrisome expression still covered her face .
eyes light up in awe as she turns to face zelda , like a moth to a flame at the mention of an expensive designer . ❝ and they’re stunning , darling ― shh , don’t say such a thing , the diors might hear you . ❞ a light hearted wink and playful slap of her shoulder . they enter the staff door , the glitz and glam of two starlets sticking out like a sore thumb but not one bat of an eyelid as they scurry past busy workers ; it’s clear that she’s used this escape route before . ❝ here . ❞ to answer her question , sigh of relief as they now stand on the empty street behind the café . ❝ oh , don’t be absurd . ❞ she rolls her eyes , though it wasn’t the most absurd of ideas , sure she’d done something similar in her younger , more competitive years . ❝ are you so scared of the competition that you must guard that script with your life ? ❞ she jokes , though a more serious tone takes over when sunglasses are removed and eyes meet . she places hands on her shoulders in an unusually reassuring manner . ❝ you’re an amazing actress , zelda . ❞ she could understand her worry . the competition between the two had always been thriving , but as isla falls out of love with their line of work , the continuous need to up - step her fellow actress derived from years of pride rather than the competition itself . ❝ now , guard that with your life as it’s the only compliment you’ll ever get from me . ❞ hands awkwardly drop to her side as she clears her throat .
do you think you’ve already gave the acting scene all you have? what more do you still have to offer?
light visibly drains from eyes though smile stays intact ― truthfully , she doesn’t have much more to offer , or at least she isn’t allowed to . a career built around being hollywood’s golden girl , managers are adamant she stays in their comfort zone whilst dreams of pushing and showcasing her true talents stay tied up in legalities . ❝ so much more . ❞ stay vague , check . ❝ without giving too much away , i’ll let my upcoming projects speak for themselves . ❞ always leave them wanting more , check .
& 24 | cis male | he / him — ah , jed duncan , you again . we expected we’d see your { barely healed scars replaced with fresh cuts after a messy night on the town , picking a fight with strangers not unlikely ; a demeanour demanding attention after several years feeling second best } feel around these parts . on the b list for being a musician , aren’t you ? we can help with that ! for starts , we’ll need to make the spirited and visionary side of your personality shine and do something about leaving that reckless and temperamental side of yours behind closed doors . at least those rudy pankow looks might just give you a real shot . that’s if wanting to go solo doesn’t destroy you first !
there’s a place in the world for the angry young man , with his working class ties and his radical plans . he refuses to bend , he refuses to crawl , always at home with his back to the wall .
basics :
full name : james edward duncan .
nickname : jed .
age : twenty - four .
place of birth : bethnal green , london .
occupation : drummer in the band glory ( queen vc ) .
tattoos : too many to count , randomly scattered .
piercings : one ear lobe , nostril .
family :
parents : edward duncan ( father , deceased ) , marlene thatcher ( mother ) , norman thatcher ( step father ) .
siblings : andrew thatcher ( step brother ) .
children : none .
he likes to be known as the angry young man , with his foot in his mouth and his heart in his hand . he’s been stabbed in the back , he’s been misunderstood , it’s a comfort to know his intentions are good .
biography :
born into a working class family , living on a council estate with nothing else to offer but love , his father a small pub owner and mother a house wife , the duncans were a picture perfect family ; honourable people that valued kindness , independence and hard work . his father the stereotypical man of the house and his mother a woman with old fashioned beliefs , he was expected to follow in his father’s footsteps ; dreams of becoming a rockstar knocked down when talks of his future arose , raising and providing for a family much more important in his mother’s eyes .
always closest with his father , a man that cared much more for his son’s dreams than tradition , tragedy struck one late night and a drunken driver later ; his father was ran off a country road , found hours later after the driver had hit and run . a family of three turned to two , leaving a mother and son broken in half . most expected them to lean on each other as most families would , but it couldn’t have been more the opposite , avoiding each other as one grief ridden look was a reminder of what they’d had and lost ; jed turned to rage at the bottom of the bottle whilst his mother turned to anyone else but him , more times than not other men . not long after their loss , as in six months after , his mother married an upper class man with a son of his own ; it was all too easy for jed to say that his mother was replacing his father and himself , but the simple truth was that she’d fallen in love again ― whether with the man himself or the financial stability he’d offered was a question he was sure he knew the answer to .
his new family was nice enough , but jed never quite fit in to their lavish lifestyle , always the son of a hard working man that refused a handout . he moved out quicker than they’d moved in , bouncing from sofa to sofa and job to job as he flushed his dreams down the drain , allowing his grief to consume him . afternoons reminiscing in his father’s pub turned to late nights on the piss , picking fights with strangers in order to feel something other than sadness but nothing filled the void , not like music did . one morning , waking up in a stranger’s bed with a common hangover , no clothes on his back and no place else to go , realisation struck : he was a complete failure and his father would be ashamed ... and so the graft begun . one instrument turned to three , pages of scribbled lyrics turned to songs and street busking turned to small venues until his big break came : hollywood .
scouted by an american agent whilst playing a gig at the roundhouse , camden , he was flown to l.a. the next day , though hopes of becoming a sell out solo artist were crushed when introduced to a newly formed band : glory . against the idea at first , deriving his music from a personal place that he thought couldn’t be shared , jed quickly found a family in the band . an overnight blow up led to three multi million dollar albums , three sold out tours and something special that would’ve made his father proud . currently working on their fourth album , the future of glory seems promising , but not all is as it seems in hollywood ...
he’s proud of his scars and the battles he’s lost , he struggles and bleeds as he hangs on the cross .
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a pounding headache throbbed behind sullen eyes , jaded visions gradually piecing together what little she could remember from the previous night. did she regret it then ? no. did she regret it now ? well … “ fuckin’ christ. ” she was too tired to fight , scarce energy she did have stowed away for the unruly session that awaited her that afternoon. and yet all it took was one flash , one bang on the window to ignite that spark. porcelain shattered against the window , liquid splayed across the glass , two middle fingers outstretched. “ put this in your fuckin’ papers , ” such a warm response to such intrusion –– nothing less expected from the musician. mere seconds away from opening the door to confront them , a voice beckoned her attention. “ you my knightress in shining armor or something ? ” even in a bout of enragement , blaze still managed to humor. she fished out two crisp benjamins , tossing them to a barista in passing. “ for the mess. ” head turned back to the femme. “ now –– get me the fuck out of here , darling. ”
immediate regret as the scene unfolds . for two people that once shared silky sheets , isla barely knew blaze at all ― having avoided every trace of her existence since said drunken night ― and yet she was hardly surprised at the trouble that followed the musician like a moth to a flame , vexed that she’d involved herself for a second time with no one to blame but her own stupidity . an exasperated groan as she desperately covers face from flashes , disguise not enough to ease the crippling anxiety of being seen with hollywood’s bad girl . rolls her eyes at the word ‘ darling ’ but promptly obliges , spare hand grabbing hers before stomping out of sight like a sulking child . ❝ what are you , crazy !? ❞ she turns to face her , removing sunglasses but still not meeting her eyes . ❝ stupid question . ❞ she shakes her head , a small smile fighting it’s way onto lips but the irritation proves stronger . ❝ you sure are trouble , miss black . ❞ in more ways than one .
a grin began to spread across ella mae’s face as she heard the other girl come up with an answer at the drop of a hat. she wished she had that kind of wit and intellect, but maybe having some of those smart people in her corner might prove beneficial to the blonde. “ hey, you’re pretty smart, y’know !? not everyone would think of that. now, how the hell do i put that in a song ?? “
❝ smart ass , more like . ❞ a playful eye roll . not unlike her to judge every aspect of her own personality ; she’d come to hate her parents’ need for perfection in every sense of the word , turning their daughter into a walking dictionary containing mostly useless trivia . not everything needed an answer , though the familiar blonde seemed more than happy with the one given . ❝ hey ! you’re the musician . i give you the words , you make them into a hit . ❞ she laughs , tons of knowledge unable to mask the fact that she didn’t have a creative bone in her body . she swings her stool around , now invested in the woman’s journey , ignoring why she’d come to the bar to drink alone in the first place .
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