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Clara Kingsley

"Don't be afraid to do what makes you happy."

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a character in “In It For the Fame {Remake}”, as played by dreammuffin

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The group whose souls leap almost as high as their bodies

Description

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"All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them." - Walt Disney



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Name:
Clara Kingsley

Nickname:
Claire, Lara
Whatever else people come up with

Age:
16

Grade:
10 - Sophomore

Ethnicity:
Hungarian and American

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Program:
Dancers

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Likes:
✔ Dancing || Swimming || Reading || Chocolate || Music || Rain || Storms || Animals || Lollipops || Fiction novels || Friends || Sleeping || Hot Chocolate || Strawberry smoothies || Nighttime || Flowers ✔

Dislikes:
✘ Heights || Failure || Bees || Conflict || Arrogance || Nonfiction novels || Scary movies || Liars || Being sick || Hot days || Peppers || Anger || Blueberries ✘

Fears:
Heights | She has a fear of heights and she doesn't really know why. All she knows is that being up high terrifies her.

Failure | Clara has an aversion to failure. She has big hopes and dreams, and failing in anything would be the biggest let down.

Being Alone | She's afraid that she'll lose her friends, or that they will leave her. The feeling of being all alone is one of the worst feelings in the world.

Dreams:
Becoming a famous performer/choreographer | Her main goal is to become a famous performer, and dance and inspire people on the stage.

Open a dance academy or arts school | She wants to continue her passion and inspire others to do the same.

Falling in love | As stereotypical as it is, Clara really hopes to find someone she loves and settle down. A happily ever after.

Talents:
✯ Dancing | Clara's been dancing from a very young age, and has honed her skills in that area. She's very passionate about dancing.

✯ Swimming | She's very skilled at swimming, and is the team captain of a swim team.

✯ Playing Guitar | She's very good at playing the guitar, having played from a very young age. She learned how to play from her mother, who went to the school before her. Her learned ear can even replicate a song just by listening to it.

Hobbies:
Guitar | She learned to play guitar in middle school, and she fell in love with it.

Reading | She's a total bookworm, and loves to read fiction novels.

Swimming | swimming is just a sport she picked up, and she found she was good at. It's also a great way for her to keep in shape.

Secrets:
WIP


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Personality:
Charismatic | Confident | Compassionate | Guarded | Temperamental | Protective | Competitive | Intelligent

Clara is quite a friendly, charismatic girl. She loves to be around people, always one to introduce herself and strike up a conversation. Her charisma makes it easy to make friends where ever she goes. Whenever someone cracks a joke, she'll probably be the first and loudest to laugh.

Clara is a very confident person, always with a smile on her face and a cheery greeting. She's ready to interact with people regardless of if she knows them or not. Red isn't one to shy away from people, rather, she welcomes them. She isn't afraid to voice her opinions, or show her disagreement in something.

Clara shows her affection easily, and is compassionate towards her friends and the people around her. They might not notice it, but it's in the little things she does. She's also very insightful as well, and is great at giving advice. Always there to lend a listening ear, Clara always finds time to sit with someone to talk about their problems.

Despite her sweet personality, she's always guarded towards others. Her emotions are something she rarely discusses. She feels that talking about her feelings and telling others is a sign of weakness, and she doesn't like to trouble others with that kind of stuff. She would much rather let someone else talk to her about something.

Clara has a temper that shows itself at a provocation. Her anger doesn't come often, but when it does, it comes very quickly. In that time she doesn't think clearly, mostly just acts on impulse. Her rage scares her sometimes, even though to others, she seems nonchalant about it. It's a part of her she wishes would just dissappear. She's tried to get a hold of it, and on the most part, has it under control. If you push her too far, her anger comes rushing out.

When she does get close to someone, Clara tends to get overly protective of them. She tries to shield people from any physical or emotional pain, it's a responsibility she takes on herself.

When she's out on the dancefloor, or in the pool, her kindness goes away. When playing a sport, or even a small game for that matter, she gets increasingly competitive. She can get very aggressive, and at times temperamental if she doesn't win. Solving problems logically is something that comes naturally to her, thinking through different outcomes and strategies. She isn't one to sit down and study a lot, quite frankly she hates the idea of sitting and going over school material when she could be doing something else, like practicing her dancing.


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Place of Origin:
New York City, New York

Her father, however, is from Hungary.

History:
WIP

Theme Song: Counting Stars | One Republic
Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Yeah, we'll be counting stars

I see this life
Like a swinging vine
Swing my heart across the line
In my face is flashing signs
Seek it out and ye shall find

Old, but I'm not that old
Young, but I'm not that bold
And I don't think the world is sold
I'm just doing what we're told

I feel something so right
By doing the wrong thing
And I feel something so wrong
By doing the right thing
I could lie, could lie, could lie
Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

Lately I been, I been losing sleep (hey!)
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard (hey!)
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Lately I been, I been losing sleep (hey!)
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard (hey!)
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be, we'll be counting stars

I feel the love
And I feel it burn
Down this river every turn
Hope is a four letter word
Make that money
Watch it burn

Old, but I'm not that old
Young, but I'm not that bold
And I don't think the world is sold
I'm just doing what we're told

And I feel something so wrong
By doing the right thing
I could lie, could lie, could lie
Everything that downs me makes me wanna fly

Lately I been, I been losing sleep (hey!)
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Lately I been, I been losing sleep (hey!)
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard (hey!)
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be, we'll be counting stars

Take that money
Watch it burn
Sink in the river
The lessons I learned

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

Lately I been, I been losing sleep (hey!)
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard (hey!)
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be counting stars
Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin' hard
Said no more counting dollars
We'll be, we'll be counting stars

Take that money
Watch it burn
Sink in the river
The lessons I learned

Anything else: Put any other information you deem necessary.

So begins...

Clara Kingsley's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Marley Ortega-Ortiz Character Portrait: Carmen Velez Character Portrait: Nichole Tran Character Portrait: Theodore Roberts Character Portrait: Nina Lovell Character Portrait: Belinda Valentino
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Melrose Academy Move-In Day


It was move-in day!

It was late August, the warm California sun beating down on poor, defenseless people as they made their way through their different lives, each going on different paths. Some crossed such paths; others, went on by without even acknowledging each other. But it was lively on Melrose Academy campus as the students filed in by groups. Squeals and yells of excitements could be heard a mile away as friends reunited. Some were not as escastic as others. Most, however, were filled with a new sense of adventure and wonder at the looming year of backstabbing, creativity, blooming romance, rivalries and friendships.

Who's ready for an awesome school year?
(OOC: I know. this sucked. but my creative juices are dry right now as i stare at psychology in the face)





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Mom, we've been through this," Nina said calmly, staring up at her anxious mother with expectant and weary eyes. No matter how many times they have done this - unpacking her clothes in a room that wasn't hers and separating for at least a week - Mirella Lovell seemed to not get used to it. Sad green eyes took in her daughter's stance; Nina was seated on her bed with her legs crossed and her body propped up by her hands on the bed. At the moment, Nina Lovell looked like the little impatient child that had to wait for her mother to stop prancing around her room because she was leaving her at Melrose Academy for the first time alone.

Mirella sighed.

It's been a long time since Nina had been that girl and it still felt like that day every single time.

"Fine, fine...I'm leaving," she said, holding up her hands in surrender. Nina grinned and stood, ready to walk her mother to the door. When she stood, a small childish part of her squealed in delight. At some point, Nina became just a few centimeters taller than her mother and she revelled in that revelation. However, just as they began walking into the common area of the suite she was sharing with her other roommates that she had not been able to see, Mirella turned back around and Nina placed impatient hands on her hips. If her mother could pout, the woman would probably be doing so. "I know, but I just...are you sure you don't need anything? Maybe new curtains? Oooh...we can go get that rug - "

"Mom, we literally bought out IKEA this year because you wanted to get everything new," Nina reminded her, taking in her bedroom. She was happy that she got to have everything to herself save for the bathroom, kitchen and living room. Having a bedroom was like achieving near Nirvana; you didn't get there, but you damn sure feel like you were close enough. "I have snacks that could last me the rest of the semester, I like my room, I have my laptop, I have my TV, and I am going to be fine. I'll be even better when you leave." Nina gave her a mom a pointed look and Mirella sighed, defeated. The two women walked out of the room and then out of the suite, arms linked.

Do not get Nina wrong; she loved her mom a lot and she understood where the woman was coming from. Nina had gotten sick during their trip to Montpellier this summer and the woman nearly flew into an anxiety attack. Since then, she had been watching Nina like a hawk. If Nina complained about the smallest of headaches, she was suddenly being whisked away to the hospital. Nina could recall accidentally hitting her arm against a door. It was no secret that Nina bruised easily. Did that stop Mirella from rushing her to the hospital? No. Even when the doctor told her that everything was alright - that it would be rare for her to develop her cancer again during this age range, especially after having made an astounding recovery. But Mirella was steadfast in her desire to watch out for her daughter. Having to separate was probably a pain.

Just as they reached the parking lot, Mirella began listing off all the things she wanted Nina to do and the brunette smirked.

"And call you on Wednesdays after seven because you have choir rehearsal at four-thirty and bible study at six," Nina finished for her and placed her hands on Mirella's shoulders. "Mama, I am going to be fine. If I get the first symptom of anything, I will be in the nurse's office. Pinky swear." Nina even held up her pinky to the older woman and after a moment, Mirella smiled sheepishly and linked their pinkies before pressing her forehead against her daughter's. Nina closed her eyes, smiling.

"Mī thōḍē ēka, āpaṇa prēma," she whispered and pulled away slowly, a bright smile on her face and tears glistening in her eyes.

"Love you too, Mom," Nina replied and watched her mother get in the car. She folded her arms over her chest and walked to the driver's side. "You drive safely. Tell Paṇajī āṇi ājōbā that I love them and I'll call." Her mother nodded and before long, Nina was watching the tail end of her mother's Ford driving off, leaving Nina alone in the parking lot. With nothing to do, Nina straightened out the skirt of her outfit before deciding to text Carmen and find out if she was on campus yet.




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"Dad, I'm fine. Just finished settling in is all," Mason said as he pretty much hurled his suitcase on his bed. Sighing at the task as this was the second suitcase he brought up to his room - second to the trunk of belongings he also had - Mason plopped himself behind the big bag.

Like always, James Lockwood could not come to Melrose Academy or even LA to see his son off. It wasn't that Mason wasn't used to this. Since the incident-that-shall-not-be-named, his father had not been able to look at him the same without some ounce of pity or guilt in his eyes. There was the time with Amber last year and that entire debacle, but other than that, Mason hardly saw his father unless he had somehow gotten into serious trouble. In truth, Uncle Charlie was probably the only real father figure Mason had in his life and normally, that was fine. But, somewhere in the back of his mind where he would deny this vehemently while looking just like the little boy that loved being swung around in his father's arms, he had actually hoped that today would be different.

It wasn't.

Really shouldn't have expected anything more.


"Yes, Uncle Charlie is helping me," Mason answered, almost missing his father's inquiry. Agitation was very much clear in his voice and at some point, Mason didn't care if his roommate - whoever that was - heard. It wasn't like privacy was going to be much anyway; it never was in double rooms. "Yeah, I checked my account. Thanks." At least, that was something Mason could always count on. Money. As sad as it was, that was the one thing his father provided without fail. After a few more moments of meaningless and awkward chatter, Mason bid his father adieu and pretty much threw his phone on the bed. Sighing once more, he layed back and sprawled out, staring at the ceiling.

This was going to be a long year.

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Character Portrait: Carmen Velez Character Portrait: Theodore Roberts Character Portrait: Nina Lovell Character Portrait: Skye Williams Character Portrait: Clara Kingsley
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Clara leaned her head against the glass window of her taxi as it sped through the streets of L.A. She watched the blur of people and cars as they passed them by. Her thoughts were taken back to home, and suddenly she wanted to go back. She had loved in New York City her entire life, and she felt at home among the prodigious skyscrapers, the bustling people, and the noise. She rhythmically tapped her fingers on the seat to the beat of the music blasting though her headphones.

Clara was worn out from the long flight she took to get from New York to California, two places on opposite sides of the country. On top of that, she had to catch a taxi to the academy, which piled on another hour and a half of travel. Her eyes caught sight of a building coming into view, and Clara visibly perked up. It was the academy. All feelings of homesickness dispersed, and were replaced by excitement. She was reminded that this was her second home.

The taxi driver pulled up to the front of the school and blandly helped her out with her bags. After being paid, he promptly took his leave, not even looking back. Clara slung her three duffel bags onto her shoulder and pulled her suitcase behind her as she headed towards the entrance. Lugging her bags was quite an ordeal, namely because the bags kept sliding off her shoulder, and the suitcase insisted on getting stuck in every crack. Finally, she made it to the front lobby, and was greeted with the sight of Nina, Theo, and Carmen. She smiled delightedly, and was about to approach them, but held back. She didn't want to risk it, since her luggage was so heavy. She would have time to talk after she unpacked.

Clara found her room rather quickly, and opened the door. When she stepped inside, someone was already there, lounging on a bed and scribbling in a book. She wasn't anyone Clara recognized. Maybe she was a freshman? "Hey," she greeted with a smile, before dumping her bags onto the unoccupied bed. "You must be my roommate. I'm Clara."
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Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Marley Ortega-Ortiz Character Portrait: Carmen Velez Character Portrait: Theodore Roberts Character Portrait: Nina Lovell Character Portrait: Mason Lockwood Character Portrait: Cassie Hunt
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[I'm just going to go ahead and post, I guess, since I guess Diva is busy, maybe?]
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Once more, Carmen receives a message from her phone, making the girl wonder why she keeps putting it back in her pocket. She has to angle herself slightly to pull out her phone, but is rewarded with a message from Kass, who had apparently seen Carmen overreacting to her toestubbing incident in the hallways. The blonde smiles at the text, though she wonders why Kass would be worried about bothering her. They are friends, after all, so there is no real need for such concerns. Well, not in Carmen's mind, anyway, but she's always bordered on the sort of overly friendly that can either be endearing or a bit on the annoying side, depending on the personality of whoever it is that she's speaking with, or trying to get to speak.

To: Kass
You're never a bother, Kass :-) Everything is under control, thanks to my favorite Nurse Nina. We're in the cafeteria right now, actually- where are you?


The girl is admittedly pleased to find that everyone has arrived by now, or at least almost everyone, given that she hasn't received any word from Lucas, Lexus, or Clara. Scratch that, I saw Clara in the hallway. Where has she gone off to? I guess her room, Carmen corrects her train of thought, but it has gotten her thinking on those whom she has yet to see. Maybe the former two haven't arrived yet? She decides to send out a text to them, as well as Clara.

TO: Lexus, Luca
Are you on campus yet?


To: Clara
Saw you in the hallway- who is your roommate? Feel like coming down to the cafe?


She nearly makes the mistake of putting her phone away for the second time, but it buzzes before she can do such a thing, and so the girl checks and sees that it is a text from Cassie. She begins to type out a response, likely a very lame one, but stops halfway through the task when she sees Cassie walking towards them.

"And good afternoon to you," Carmen responds, making a bit of a face as she does it, the sort where her nose scrunches up and her mouth puckers, as though she's just eaten a lemon or something sour. There is no actual meaning behind the face, as is the case with many of her various expressions. She just likes making faces- probably due to playing with her younger brother, who is a big fan of funny faces, especially Carmen's. She occasionally forgets that not everyone is so enthusiastic about them, though they have made some people crack a smile during lessons, at the very least.


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Theo flicks some ash off of his cigarettes, and leaves it dangling between his fingers while he pulls out his phone, suddenly craving social interaction. Of course, an excellent solution would be to return to his dorm and continue talking to his new roommate, Mason. And, more likely than not, he will end up doing that in a few moments. Still, he also wants to see if one of his friends is in the area yet. Besides Carmen, that is, because she seems to be currently occupied with other things, or had been a few moments ago.

To: Clara, Marley
Hey- how's it going? On campus yet?


He doesn't know that Clara is, as he hasn't seen her, and there is no evidence as to whether Marley has arrived back at the school quite yet. Thus, he has only to wait. That is, until he hears the familiar voice of one of the teachers, and immediately drops his cigarette onto the pavement, digging into it with his shoe before making his way back to his dorm. Bathroom first, actually, so he can get rid of the cigarette scent with a good amount of handsoap, and a few breath mints. Then, the dorm.

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"And, I'm back. So, what part of England are you from? Based on the accent, I mean. My grandparents are from the UK, as well," he says, making half-decent conversation, likely. There may be a slight lingering scent of cigarettes on him, but he's gained a few tricks for hiding it, besides just mints and scented soaps, so its unlikely. Or so he hopes, anyway.