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Manhattan's Social Elite

New York

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a part of Manhattan's Social Elite, by BurningBridges.

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BurningBridges holds sovereignty over New York, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

gossipgirl.com

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New York

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New York is a part of Manhattan's Social Elite.

13 Characters Here

Naya Jennings [23] and she needed someone to show her who she could be.
Castiel Whitman [11] a small smile, can hide a thousand words
Olivia Ingram [8] "The most dangerous thing in life is to have no purpose."
Derek Escuyos [5] i don't wanna be anything other than me. minor WIP

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13 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Naya Jennings Character Portrait: James Airth Character Portrait: Olivia Ingram Character Portrait: Alaina Clarke Character Portrait: Castiel Whitman Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault Character Portrait: Sydney Persson Character Portrait: Brody Calson Character Portrait: Adeline Arnault Character Portrait: Camilo Thomas Character Portrait: Austin Clarke Character Portrait: Derek Escuyos

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Saturday, September 2, 2017 || 5:00 pm

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Character Portrait: Alaina Clarke Character Portrait: Austin Clarke
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Location: Arnault Residence
An hour in, and the grounds of the Arnault estate were already flooded with a sea of people in white. There were socialites, business executives, models, designers, and other people who probably thought too highly of themselves galore. While Charlotte and Adeline had both found themselves sucked into a conversation with Delphine, their half-sister, and her assistant, AJ sat on one of the couches by the pool with most of his family. While having his parents at an event that he could potentially be socializing (and getting drunk) at was annoying, he wasn't one of those people that hated spending time with his family. In fact, if anything, he was close with them. Alaina pissed him off from time to time (that was kind of a given), but that was only because he couldn't take criticism as well as he could dish it. At least not when if he crossed the line with a comeback, he stood a chance at his mom finding out and yelling at him for it. Right now though, things were fine. Good, even, because the way that Izzie was showing him her new gymnastics moves was somehow actually entertaining today, and the fact that his aunt, James' mother, was already pretty tipsy already had him laughing. Although he didn't mind spending time with his family, he knew that he had spent enough time with him now where he wasn't going to get any side eye for branching off and socializing on his own. His mother had already asked him where Sydney was twice, and he also wanted to find James and give him a little bit of feigned attitude for not even spending a few minutes with the family before running off in what AJ imagined was an attempt at getting an early start at talking some girl into his pants tonight. He knew that he was being stupid and overthinking things, but after the comments that James had made earlier, he couldn't help but to worry that that girl might be Sydney.

"Let's go find James," he said, nudging Alaina, now that another couple, family friends of theirs, had come over and had captured their parents' attention. He easily would have left on his own to go do that, but he also knew that it looked less bad on him if he left with Alaina. His parents might even give them some credit for seeming like they were doing some "sibling bonding". Standing up, he didn't give Alaina much of a choice as he politely interrupted their parents to say, "Alaina and I are going to go see what Jameson is up to. Anyone need a drink or anything while we're up?" With the offer declined (and thankfully so, since Austin didn't really feel like coming back), he nodded to her to follow him. "So, how drunk are you? Didn't know a sober Alaina could actually be quiet and nice for more than two minutes before giving someone some sort of attitude," he said, only being playful, but being perfectly okay with the prospect of pissing his sister off too.

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Character Portrait: Naya Jennings Character Portrait: Olivia Ingram Character Portrait: Castiel Whitman Character Portrait: Charlotte Arnault
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Location: Arnault Residence
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To: Liv, Cas
is it wrong dat im craving chicken strips n fries when theres food here??

When it came down to it, their family (not the Arnaults, not yet anyway) knew for a fact that it was Naya who was the more mature one between herself and Grace, despite the notable difference in age. Grace who made the worst remarks under her breath after each and every person they met, prompting Naya to struggle with not bursting into laughter in another billionaire's face. It was mortifying and she's probably chastised her aunt twenty times since the event had started, but Grace has been too busy ignoring her and continuing on with her playfulness (read: childishness). Luckily, Naya had been able to send something to her friends whom she had not seen just yet.

"But come on, was I lying?" Naya tried. She really did. She even gave the older woman a straight face. Grace only grinned, unperturbed and unrepentant. "His breath smelled like that time when we realized Rocky was lactose intolerant and we had to change his diaper after he ate ice cream."

"You mean when I had to change his diaper," Naya corrected her, arm still linked with her aunt's as they strolled along the side of the custom Gunite swimming pool and occupied chaise lounges. "You just stood in the hallway spraying air freshener - like that was even helping. And can you stop!? We're supposed to be serious." Grace snorted gracelessly, which was in direct contrast to the rather put together look she gave off while attached to her niece. It still baffled Naya how easily this woman she admired so much could be this amazing, strong, intelligent and passionate woman and also a crazy goofball at the same time.

"I am serious," Grace insisted and Naya shot her a dubious look. Grace shrugged and added, "I'm just seriously bored. And don't give me that look, Nomi. I do this," she gestured to the surrounding guests, a few of whom she exchanged brief smiles and waves with before returning her gaze to Naya, "on a regular basis at openings and talks. That doesn't mean I want to do it all day, every day." Naya feigned pity.

"You kinda signed up for all day, every day, Gigi."

"I know. Why the hell did I do that?" Grace inquired, pouting. Naya giggled before painting on a thinking face, shrugging a beat later.

"Something about love, maybe."

"Oh yeah."

A beat later and the two were giggling after an exchange of glances, bumping into one another as they walked. It was easy, at that moment, to not be plagued by the constant worries of looking like she didn't belong. Of being undoubtedly out of place and out of her element, and Naya was grateful. It probably helped that she had a flute of champagne after the margarita from earlier, but Naya didn't feel the fuzziness that came from too much alcohol. More like she was just loose enough to relax a little, but still retain her composure. One of them had to be, anyway, since Grace seemed to throw her composure away at will when she hadn't even ingested a glass of anything since the party had started.

"Uh oh," Grace exclaimed with a snicker and Naya followed her gaze. "Looks like you're gonna need to save Twin One." Which seemed like a bit of an accurate statement because the smile on Charlotte's face was beginning to look more and more plastic by the minute, and Naya winced because she knew Charlotte was trying to behave for her father's sake. She genuinely was. There hadn't been any incidents at all today, but she knew there would be if Charlotte wasn't freed from the company of Bernard Arnault and company. Sighing, Naya shot Grace a pleading look.

"Run interference for me?" Grace shot her a dirty grin.

"With pleasure."

After stealing two flutes of champagne from a passing server, Grace led Naya over to the small group. She shoved the two flutes into Naya's hands as they got closer, whispering at Naya's appalled face (because seriously, parental figures do not permit alcohol, people) that "it won't be your last and it definitely isn't your first, before saddling up behind her husband, wrapping slender arms around his trimmed waist and kissing his shoulder with her stain-free lipstick. Bernard flinched at the first contact, but once those hands pressed into his abdomen and he touched them, the straight and imposing line of his posture seemed to relax. Naya smiled softly at the expression on his face, but didn't linger on them for too long when Grace smooched his cheek. She bumped Charlotte with her hip just as Grace said, "I think Nomi's a little lonely. You don't mind if she steals Charlotte for a bit, do you, love?"

Naya didn't even pretend to decipher the look Bernard and Charlotte exchanged, but put on the most innocent smile she could when his gaze turned on her. Which probably was a good thing considering she wasn't planning on doing anything. Maybe holding two champagne flutes didn't help.

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He felt bad about ignoring Brody, he really did, but he had a fear he was gonna be late. So he simply said a curt, sorry, and ran out to his car and drove to the Arnault home. Well, he didn't feel that bad. But he still felt bad, he'd hear it from Naya regardless.

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Within the sea of white, a male with a blue sweater seemingly stood out. His whiskey-colored eyes scanning the room for someone he could talk too, he would shrug. He didn't hate social events, but he did hate the snooty people giving him disapproving look. So, he decided to be bold and not wear white. Sue him. It wasn't his schtick. He would look around the room, seeing some familiar faces. Some faces he'd rather not see. And some people who barely knew he existed. He would run a hand through his hair, thankfully feeling his phone's vibration receiving a text from Naya, in their group chat with Liv. With a quick motion, he would send a message.

TO: Liv, Naya
nah im wanting some quesadillas lmao, anyway, where ru? i'd like to not feel awkward af with all these people. babe wru @ also?

He would place his phone back into his pocket, and get a drink and begin to walk around the room, waiting for a pleasant interaction of some sorts.