Be who God meant you to be, and you will set the world on fire.

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but they wont send me an email to reset my password!
 
I HAVENT TUMBLED IN 4 DAYS PLEASE HELP ME GET MY ACCOUNT BACK!
 
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I took my seat in the starbucks on 5th and 42nd, eagerly awaiting Paula’s arrival.
 
It had been nearly 7 months since I had seen her last.
 
Sipping on my Venti Pumpkin Spice, I began to flip through her latest Marie Claire article.
“Oh god. You’re reading that?” She moaned as she entered the cafe.
“You are oh so modest, Paula. Ah, Raoul! I haven’t seen you in ages!” I gleed, reaching up to hug the long lost friends.
“Ah, dear, I know! Where were you at fashion week? I swear we had like, 4 front rows right next to eachother!” He questioned.
 
I furrowed my brow and dipped my biscotti into the warm beverage.
“Paula, dear, order me a Cafe latte? non fat. God, it will go straight to my bulging hips!” Raoul motioned.
“Yeah, sure....” She half-smiled, sauntering towards the ever-growing line into the establishment.
 
“So, Eloise. Tell me, are the rumors true?” He pecked.
I silently began to play with my wedding band, something I found myself doing whenever I was uncomfortable. Jackson noted it, too, always joked that my finger would turn green if I did it too much. I smiled a little at the thought of my loving husband, whom was just down wall street.
“What rumors?” I finally asked.
“Don’t act like you don’t know, toots. Ever since you walked out on the fashion world, gossip swirled. Marital troubles, an affair, a sold baby. Heck, I even remember one that said Jackson wasn’t even Jackson. The Special Forces returned another man instead of your husband. They mentioned that one on gossip girl, you know.” He spilled, completely engulfed in the world of lies.
“Raoul, you know me. None of that is true.” I dead-panned.
“Things have really changed, haven’t they?”
I nodded, turning my head towards the window.
 
With a fall wind blowing the leaves that swirled, the sunshine glimmering through the thick glass, and the new yorkers marching around, I smiled.
 
“It has been months since I have felt like a part of New York.” I noted.
“You’re not a part-yet.” Paula chimed in, sitting down with her and Raoul’s beverages.
“Quoi?” I giggled, still unsure of what she had meant.
“She’s right, sweetie. Just like the fashion world changes so easily, the world has changed. You kind of fell off the face of the earth. You can’t just hop back onto that nice throne of yours.” He admitted reluctantly.
“Oh.” I sighed.
“Eloise, you need to do something spectacular before you re-enter the blogging world. A coming-out party of some sort.” Paula mentioned.
“I am good at those!” Raoul cackled.
“Oh, shut it!” She laughed. “But, yes. I will talk with the HBIC at Marie Claire, and perhaps Nadia will want to help. We can organize something huge-so long as you are for it.” She snidely added.
“We will figure something out. Look guys, I have to run! Ciao!” I waved, grabbing my pumpkin spice latte and heading out the door.
 
They were right.
I think deep down, I had always known it would never be easy to come back.
With latte in one hand, and mulberry bag that contained my dslr in the other, I made my way towards the cemetery.
Maybe the world needed to know what really happened.
I placed my coffee down next to the gravestone I had often visited.
Slowly I took out the camera.
Although I had touched it just yesterday, the curves and ridges of the device felt new to the touch in my soft fingertips.
 
I snapped a few shots of the location, of the coffee, of the girl whom I still did not recognize.
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*Name: Eloise Eberhart
Collection: Empire City Bloggers
*Age: 25
Quote that describes your character: Be who God meant you to be, and you will set the world on fire.
Hometown: Chicago, Illinois.
*Currently City: New York City
Job/School: Fashion Blogger
Style: Classicly elegant, with an 'Eloise' edge.
*Bio:
Eloise is the queen of bloggers and she sure loves living like one. She resides in a suite at the Plaza Hotel, has the best designer fashions, a knight in shining armor who has swept her off her feet into an engagement, and friends in the right places. She has a deep passion for fashion and cares about conveying that to her followers- her many, many followers. She has the inside with all the top magazines and stylists and is well known all around the world. She loves being every body’s best friend and role model- so don’t screw up your chances. If you dare try to sabotage her blog or take her place as ruling Queen Blogger she will declare an all out world war. She’s got the connections and the means to make your name just but a faint memory.
(^above was her initial bio from the roleplay, Empire City Bloggers. Below is her bio now, nearly a year later.)
As the leaves fall from the trees, New York City fashionistas perk their ears up: It is Eloise's favorite time of the year. With fashion week, luxurious designer sweaters and inspiration around every corner, bloggers and fans alike eagerly await her posts online. Though, much to their dismay, Runaway Runway remains untouched since May 2011. The paps have searched high and low, and designers have sent out invitations to events at every opportunity, only to fail. After an extravagant destination-winter-wedding, a deployment, and much drama between other bloggers and herself, Eloise has been able to keep the biggest secret of all. Her marriage and her blog are now crumbling because of it. Can this once strong fashion queen reclaim her throne and overcome the tragedy that struck her family? Or will she simply turn into a whisper in the New York City wind?
Model: Behati Prinsloo
[eiffelforyou.polyvore.com]
 
(For anyone who was a member of ECB and is wondering..Her last name is Eberhart, instead of the old Hart. Jackson completed his tour -and now picture him as ryan reynolds..Garrett Neff just didn't fit well.)
 
I stared across the room at the blank white screen.
It had been untouched since god knows when.
What had happened? I used to rush home to that very screen, with a fully loaded camera memory at my side ready to share my fashion triumphs with the rest of the world.
Yet, here I sit today, wishing the screen would explode. I wish it would die.
 
“Babe?” Jackson’s deep voice beckoned, “Babe?” He again repeated.
“...ye..yes?” I Managed.
“Are you sure you will be okay?” He emerged, struggling with his silk royal-blue tie.
I nodded.
“El...” He began.
“Sweetie, I will be okay. I need to do this.” I assured.
“You sure you don’t want me to call your mom to tag along? Or, I could call my Dad at the office and take off. I really don’t mind.” My doting husband urged.
“Jackson, I will be okay. I promise.” I smiled genuinely. He must have felt the warmth and genuity as he reached over the back of the designer couch and wrapped his loving arms around me.
“Madden tonight?” He whispered with a hefty giggle.
“Gee, love you too.” I rolled my eyes and kissed him on his chapped lips. “Mm, remind me to get you some new lip balm, too.”
“Yes, M-” He stopped. We both new the word he was about to utter would sting. It would pierce through me like a bayonet.
“Have fun at work, Honey-bunch.” I quipped.
He stood up and strolled out of the room, grabbing his overcoat and briefcase on the way.
 
Alone. Again.
I rapidly decided to throw on my jacket and exit the plaza suite we called home.
“Ms. Eberhart.” The doorman smiled. “Good to see you back.” He gleed in his broken english.
I nodded.
 
Left, right, left, right, left right.
The footsteps turned into stomps, and I once again felt the New York City sidewalks become my runway.
My runaway runway.
I recognized the few familiar faces I once called friends, frenemies, or fellow fashion bloggers. They were in awe.
And although I knew what destination lay ahead on my fashion promenade, as well as the feelings and emotions that filled that place, I held my breath.
This was my city, and my fashion season.
Eloise Eberhart was back in business.

Sat: horse race.
 
instead of riding her horse/racing officially, Jane is unofficially going on a 8 mile run through the woods. I may or may not do a story...

It was done, all over now.
 
I constantly reminded myself I was out of the hospital, that medication would help, that things would get better. Even a pumpkin spice latte compliments of Kajsa couldn't help me, though.
 
"Come on, Jane. Drink up!" She ordered. "The doctor's said you need to gain your weight back."
"I'm trying..." I lied.
 
I wanted to vomit everything I came in contact with, even medications. I hated my body. I wanted to lace up my trainers and go for a 10 mile run every morning.
 
Anxious.
Nervous.
Scared.
Fat.
Ugly.
Alone.
 
"That's a lie. Jane, this has already eaten you up so much. I want my sister back. I want the healthy, lively girl who wanted to camp every day and fish every night. I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels this way..." Kajsa pleaded.
 
"Oh, yes. My countless friends must all feel the same way." I snapped.
 
"And what about Dale? Even if things in the friends department aren't looking so hot, you still have me, him, and mom and dad." She reminded me, putting an arm around my shoulder.
 
"I don't want Mom and Dad knowing anything about this." I ordered.
 
"Jane..."
 
"The doctor's don't even f*cking know what is going on with me, I don't know what is going on with me. Anxiety meds? Appendectomy triggered from it all? F*ck no. I don't want to go to the doctor's ever other week, I don't want to have to moniter or be monitered when I eat, and I don't want anyone f*cking knowing. I don't want to be the crazy girl. The sl*tty girl. I just f*cking hate this all." I cried, curling up on a rusted bench near Fox Park. The sound of my tears were muffled by the running water in the nearby creek, and the storm clouds that began to roll in on the chilly autumn day.
 
Sisters. We sat in silence. Though together, we both never felt so alone.
 
I looked up at Kajsa who stared off into the distance at the happy couples, families and friends that roamed through the park, desperately wishing that were her life, our lives. She sighed, thinking back to that dreadful sunday night, the last time we seemed to be happy sisters; the last time I had seen Dale, and anyone else from school.
 
The last time before everything changed.
 
@petit-lapin
 
so..I guess she can reflect back to the night it happened? sorry for the absolutely suckyness of the story.

"Jane, doll, your carriage and Prince Charming await!" My mother called in her native tongue from the end of the winding staircase.
"Thank you!" I replied, pulling back my curtains in the farmhouse bedroom. "He actually got a carriage?" I awed.
 
"Sweetie, come on, your date is waiting downstairs." Papa urged, standing in the reclaimed barn-wood doorway.
"Okay!" I hesitated, sliding my diamond and yellow gold bracelet onto my wrist and comparing it to the matching necklace.
 
"You look fine." The old man rolled his wary eyes. "Prettiest Princess in the world." He smiled, a tear formed in the corner of his eye. "All grown up..."
"Papa....I will always be your little Princess. Kajsa, too. No matter what." I assured, kissing his wrinkle-covered cheek.
"Come on, let's bring you down."
 
Wrapping my arm through his, we descended the romantic-style staircase. From the bottom, Kajsa stood with Maman and Dale.
"Presenting: Jane Emilie Franzen." She gleed.
"Wow." Dale whispered.
 
Again, kissing Papa's cheeks, I was let free and waltzed straight to Dale's arms.
"You look.....beautiful." He finally spoke.
"Really?"
He managed to nod and reach into his back coat pocket for a large box.
"Open it." He urged.
 
My hands wrapped around the velvet cart and I unveiled its contents.
A tiara.
"Dale..."
"Now it is official, a real Princess. Diamonds, crystals, rubies and all."
"You didn't need to do this, Dale." I began.
"I wanted to. I love you."
"I love you, too." I smiled.
 
"Go on you two!" Kajsa ordered, starting to push us out the front doors.
"Wait, Kajsa, I'll see you there later tonight, right?" I asked concerned. She was my sister, going through one of the toughest break-ups I had ever seen (a close call to Dale and Julia's).
"Yes." She teethed.
"Promise?" I asked.
"Promise! Now, go!" She pushed.
 

Dale and I stepped in to the carriage that was surrounded by a blue-star night.
"I'm sure we are giving the duke and duchess a run for their money tonight, eh?" He joked, beginning to pour a glass of champagne. "A toast?"
"To what?" I giggled.
"The prettiest princess in the world?"
"Oh Dale..."
"Though Catherine Middleton isn't here-"
"DALE!" I slapped him across the chest.
"Kidding, kidding!" He chuckled.
"You are a goof!" I laughed, toasting the glass in the air and downing it within moments.
"Woah, there. We still have the entire ball to get through."
"And it is going to be a long night. Carly will be there. Julia, Pippa, Lottie, the whole 'We hate Dale and Jane' clan." I mumbled
"Just, take it easy. We will get through this. I have to deal with them, too, you know. And that a** Jason." He hinted.
"What is your problem with him exactly?" I inquired.
"I don't wanna talk about it. Let's just try for as big of a drama-free night as possible. Alright?"
"Deal."
 
We leaned back into eachother's arms and enjoyed the rest of the calm carriage ride to the country club. It was golden with the many lights that whirled through the trees and shrubbery. Classical beats mumbled through the ground to the street. Fountains were trickling and flasks were pouring. This, apparently, was how Foxcroft did royalty.
 
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hours into the night
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"Dale, I still don't see Kajsa." I Worried, as we waltzed throughout the room.
"Jane, I am sure she is dancing with some date and having the time of her life! Worry less, darling!" He smiled his 1000 watt smile and I was completely blissed away into the royally romantic world.
 
Not to say, the royally romantic world had wenches and battles to be fought.
Carly came forth.
And so the battle was to begin.
 
"You are looking...suprisingly decent for a common wh*re." She stung.
"Carly, get out of here, please." Dale pleaded as he halted the waltz. It felt like the whole room had paused. Eyes were on us all.
She pushed further.
"It is funny, how someone who comes form such trashy beginnings, such low money, can even make a name here at Foxcroft, yet you have managed, Jane. Opening your legs to the public will do that to you, I guess."
"I have done no such thing" I whimpered.
 
Why wasn't I doing anything? Why was I not standing up for myself, fighting back? I was weak. I had become nothing.
I blacked out from existance.
 
"Jane?" Someone called.
"Jane!"
"haha!"
"Someone! call the paramedics!"
 
My world had become a mess, I was nothing.

dancing lessons
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no story

first day of school
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"Aren't you going to be hot in that?" Kajsa hinted as she buttoned up her cloth blazer.
"I'll be fine!" I assured, "Besides, those halls get pretty chilly..and it is a cold walk to school."
"Oh, about that..." SHe began.
"You aren't walking?" I whined.
"I'm sorry, but Ethan is picking me up and we were gonna stop for an espresso before class. You should join!" She enthused.
"No. It's fine. Go! I'll walk."
"Are you sure?" She asked, concerned. "I don't want to leave you if you don't feel comfortable walking alone."
 
I lied. I wanted somebody there. Though dorms were only minutes from my first class, I never truly felt safe on campus anymore. Not only did I have to worry about murderers, rapists, thieves, etc. There was also the chance of snickers, snide remarks, and eggs being pelted in my direction.
 
I walked out of the room grabbing my key on the night stand. Slowly I exited the ancient brick building with gargoyles situated in every area. It gave the campus a haunted, gothic feel, only adding to my anxiety.
 
I picked up my stride and headed east towards my first class. It was only 6 in the morning and I had barely any sleep the past few nights. The stress of all the drama had left me sleep-deprived, fidgety, and gaining a few pounds. I detested looking in the mirror at my now 114 pound apple shaped figure.
 
Looking around at my surroundings, I noticed a few trees were already beginning to change their colors, and only two or three other students were up and walking to class. Why did I choose agriculture as an elective?
 
"Boo!" A voice shouted, hopping out from a tree.
"Holy sh*t, Dale!" I screamed.
"Sorry, that was hilarious though."
"You scared the sh*t out of me. What are you now, edward f*ggot?" I snapped.
"Woah...Babe..." He calmed, rubbing his hands against mine. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you would get this angry."
"I....I'm sorry, too. I have just been on edge lately." I admitted, leaning my curly locks onto his plaid sports coat as we made our way through the union.
"Really? I hadn't noticed..." He seethed.
"Sorry. I said sorry." I added further.
"Jane, I know." He finalized.
 
After a mostly silent walk, we ended up outside Van Der Green Hall, facing eachother.
"So...." I mumbled awkwardly.
"Are you okay?" Dale voiced.
"I'm fine. We're fine. We just...how about a date night? Hmm? A carriage ride..dinner...something..different." I proposed.
"Yeah, yeah that sounds fine. But, Jane, are you really okay? I can sense something...off. You're not sick or anything, right?" He required.
"I'm fine."
"Have you been eating? sleeping? exercising?"
"What are you? My father? Dale, I am just stressed. New school year and all. I swear." I promised.
 
How could I tell him? The stress was killing me.
"I'm sorry. Look, will you be alright by your birthday? I have something special planned." He gleed.
"Yes." I smiled.
"Good. Only 5 more days." He laughed.
"Don't I know it. Now, I need to get to class. I love you, honey."
"I love you, too, Jane. You are everything to me. I want you to feel better and have an amazing first day, okay?" He whispered to me, then landing his soft lips on mine for something truly electric.
 
Nearly 179 more days of this hell, but it all seemed worth it just to have those lips of his meet mine.

So I am currently working on a roleplay with another mod. But we need a little more help. Especially with bios!
 
If you would like to help modding, write your own bio and make a few others, it would be greatly appreciated!
 
Message me if you are interested! I will give you the link and make you a mod:)

brunch
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story once everyone else has their’s up