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Chadwick Dangote

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a character in “The Secret Lives of Manhattan's Finest”, as played by chanelindistress

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S I M O N E
S I N G H - R O B E R T S



☽ “She will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire.
Igniting your soul and dancing in its flames.
And when she is gone, the smell of her smoke will be
the only thing left to soothe you.” ☾


I Bring Me || Star Cast /|\ Broken Clocks || SZA /|\ Not Used To It || Kehlani

Fᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ✦ Nikitha Cornwall
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #E55451
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #950401




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✦Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ✦
Simone Michelle Singh-Roberts

✧Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ✧
Prefers for people to just call her by her name.

✦Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ & Star Sign✦
November 10 || Scorpio

✧Aɢᴇ✧
24

✦Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ✦
Cis-Female

✧Ethnicity✧
"Pretty sure the henna and the occasional bindi give me away."
50% Indo-Trinidadian {Maternal} || 50% Unspecified African American {Paternal}


✦Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ & Mᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs✦
Demisexual || Single

✧Apartment✧
Apartment 4D

✦Occupation✦
"If a person is still trying to tell you that art is a poor man's occupation, don't listen to them cuz they clearly don't know how to make it work. The trick is to stay versatile. Don't limit yourself cuz I promise you, that's how you stay broke. The popular topic is that I'm an exotic dancer and no, that's not my art, but it helps pay the bills and I ain't too stuck up to not recognize that shaking my ass on a pole every other weekend brings me in thousands. But I've always been a visual artist, so while I do paint on the side and have sold stuff, I've made shit work with makeup and even henna."
Free-Lance Artist || Exotic Dancer || MAC Cosmetics Retail Makeup Artist

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✧Hᴀɪʀ✧
It took a long while for Simone to find the sexiness and confidence that comes with wearing more natural and protective styles, having spent a good portion of her childhood straightening her hair to feel pretty or even enough to attempt to fit in with a new foster family. If it wasn't considered attractiveness due to its approximation to whiteness and standard beauty - especially when all she had ever wanted back then (and still does, to this day despite anything she says) was to be wanted and loved - then she distanced herself from it. Even if it meant heat-damaging her hair. However, three years ago, she had done a big chop and currently, her dark brown hair reaches her shoulders and she's not afraid to wear it in its natural state. She does give it a blow-out every now and then, but she refrains unless she's just really in the mood to switch it up on folks. Most of the time, however, she wears faux locs that she will install herself and maintain, whether they be long and large with varying colors or short with a sort of curl at the ends, which is how she has it now. She primarily uses She Scent It's coconut collection for her hair and her daughter's.

✦Eʏᴇs✦
Simone has almond-shaped deep brown eyes. She doesn't particularly see anything special about them, but their darkness has been known for "seeing through people," but she likens that to her just being able to see past your bullshit.

✧Sᴋɪɴ✧
A smooth golden brown complexion

✦Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ & Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ✦
5'5 || 135 lbs.

✧In Depth✧
"I tend to have that effect on people," is the very unapologetic response from the curly-haired fire storm after she has, yet again, managed to have some guy ask for her number. Though her seeming conceitedness tends to result in a few eye rolls here and there, one can't say that Simone isn't attractive in any way. She is. More so, it is that aforementioned confidence that makes her all the more alluring, more than her actual looks. She herself would tell you that although they're almond shaped and several people have said that they always want to know the story behind her eyes, she would have rather had more of the gold her mother kept saying was in her father's eyes and to honestly not have her cheekbones. They're nice, but she was always told that she looked older than she was when she was teen. And that wasn't cute when she wasn't trying to be older.

Simone definitely isn't against her height. In contrast to the very popular thought from friends who have shared her height or were shorter, Simone doesn't want to be taller; her height makes it so much easier to jump on loved ones when she wants to smother them in love (or whoop somebody's ass) and she's pretty sure she wouldn't be able to do half of the things that she does on a pole. Nevertheless, what she can say is that she doesn't appreciate her bust after having breastfed Moriah. She appreciates the curvier silhouette in dresses. However, it's a touch more frustrating to dress now, which is hardly acceptable since that means now she has to be more mindful of the tops she wears at work, and she's not as slender as she once was. Her issues with her body, however, didn't stop her from getting a belly piercing, a piercing in her left nostril that she's starting to not really wear as often, and both of her ears pierced. Funny enough, though she's seen with various markings on a regular basis, none of them are permanent as she just happens to love doing hennas for others and drawing them on her own skin. They let her feel free to do what she wants with her body without anything being permanent and her accidentally setting herself up for life.


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XXXAudacious ✦ Observant ✧ Provocative ✦ Acerbic ✧ Facetious
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"Why is everything always a fight with her?" Was one of the many questions her childhood mentor, Cheyenne's, daughter asked about Simone. And Cheyenne, always patient even after the years they'd been apart, always replied, "Because that's all she's ever known." In truth, Simone sees it as sugar-coating the fact that she's been hell-bound since the day she was born and the simple reason behind that conclusion is that Simone - no matter how much good someone else might tell her she possesses - is a sadistic little shit-disturber. Period, point blank. Her sins are myriad. They range from the most heinous such as sending at least one man to the hospital, to the most mundane as convincing a sweet, trusting young rich boy that she was in love with him for the sake of getting free tickets to a baseball game for an entire season. She performs pranks such as rigging a coveted vanilla coke with Menthos-primed caps and changing the ringtone on someone's phone to "Eye of the Tiger." While some might think that from time to time (or all the time, depending on if your interactions with her consist of her more serious disposition) she is simply not taking anything too seriously with her blasé, blasé attitude and arrogant bravado, the issue is that Simone does care. Entirely too much, if you ask her. She internalizes too much and with an occasionally repressible moral compass with the only anchor being that she's actually living each and every day with her daughter in mind, Simone is a well of misplaced anger, grief she's never truly acknowledged, and self-esteem issues batting at one-thousand. But, of course, no one else would ever notice that. They would be too busy either fending off her ridiculous, blatant flirtations or trying not to kill her.

Depending on who you are, it very well might be an odd mix of both.

Audacious, flirty, and only a touch too reckless for her own good, Simone is a mouthy little shit, bristling with attitude and smarting off to whomever is in earshot. Most of the time, she is relatively harmless. She doesn't follow orders all of the time, that much is certain. She has a quip and possibly a pet name for each and every person she comes across. She gets an off sense of satisfaction - a sign that she's far more used to negative attention than positive - when managing to push someone else's limits. But that's the thing - most of the time, when she's gearing to push at someone else's psyche, it's usually because Simone herself feels too there. Too raw, too left out on the line and open and defenseless, so she attacks - much like a scorpion, stinging at whomever comes too close to seeing her when not at her best, when she's not putting on the show of being the flirtatious, bold and almost lascivious curly-haired diva with wicked flexibility. With the way she manages to sometimes cut, it's almost a surprise that she's not a telepath, but that's just because most people tend to believe that Simone is wrapped up in her arrogance. However, for all she's loud, sometimes obnoxious and attention-demanding, Simone is far more observant than people give her credit for. She had to be when dealing with the streets and the foster system. Her willingness to attack in such a manner and think of mainly her own self-preservation, particularly because her ability to lash out derives from not wanting to be seen as vulnerable and as sensitive as she actually is, is a testament to a selfishness that Simone refuses to acknowledge. She'll tell herself than she doesn't mean to hurt others and she's right; she doesn't always mean to. That's not her goal every single day that she wakes up, believe it or not. Hurting someone just comes too easily to Simone. Then again, she wouldn't even have the capacity for it if she herself wasn't hurting too.

Regardless of her own self-deprecating thoughts - which she'll definitely drown out with copious amounts of alcohol before ever succumbing to a truth circle or intervention - Simone might have an outward demeanor riddled with unbridled toughness and take-no-nonsense realness in her bright gaze, but a bit of that intimidation positively crumbles once you get her to talk. And she can talk - a lot...if you haven't noticed. She's an indomitable woman with a fire about her that is bright, lively and dangerous. On most days, she's far more laid-back, though her laid-back consists of those aforementioned pranks and a few laughs here and there. She's fine-tuned to her ability to pull both men and women, resulting in a previously mentioned arrogance that acts as a shield to how much she honestly doesn't think much of herself or her own survival. She figures that her caring for other people (particularly, her child) and being the one to go out in a blaze of glory in their stead is probably her only redeeming quality, though one can question whether it is a sign of pathetic martyrdom or actual bravery. So, she pretends that she's had plenty of lovers even though she doesn't feel attraction in the same way that most people do and while knowing that even if she did take these people on, they'd be people she could never fall in love with. She'll even use her body - at least the fact that she knows she has something physically attractive about her - to get what she wants from others, whether that means information or to get out of (or in) some trouble. She still doesn't believe that she deserves love and family, especially not her precious angel, and all those good things most people want to fight for. Part of it is because she's never had any of it. Point being, Simone is fun, but dangerous - caring, but capable of actually hurting people even when she doesn't mean to. She's the one who has no problem telling it like it is, but also not being prepared for how close to the surface her own nerves are when the painful retorts are thrown her way. She's got an issue with authority, probably has acted far more impulsively once or twice than what was originally planned, but all of that aside, she does care for more than herself. It just so happens that her loudness obscures your vision from how quietly she hurts.


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✦Lɪᴋᴇs✦
✧ Hair products from black-owned businesses ✧ Her curl pattern ✧ Lingerie, esp. if lace is involved ✧ Cafecito and lots of it ✧ Chickpeas ✧ Her daughter and spending time with her ✧ Popeyes ✧ Kehlani, Mila J, SZA, Angel Haze, & Missy Elliot ✧ Rum ✧ Wearing little to no makeup ✧ Tropical fruits ✧ Video games, even if she's just watching ✧ Vanilla coke ✧ Her favorite shows: Empire, WildNOut, Ridiculousness, & America Ninja Warrior ✧ Trap music, occasionally ✧ Ice cold beer and crabs on a hot day ✧ Coconut sweetbread ✧ Fried plantains ✧ African black soap ✧ Island-inspired recipes ✧ Marijuana ✧ Dancing esp. when she's at a party or club ✧ Seeing people squirm around her ✧ Being kissed against the wall ✧ Curry ✧ Her daughter's laugh ✧ Buffalo wings

✧Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs✧
Budlight, Heineken, & Corona beers ◆ The father of her child ✦ Orange juice with pulp ◆ Confined spaces ◆ Perms and straighteners coming anywhere near her hair ✦ Rodents ◆ Being taken advantage of ◆ Abuse of any kind ✦ Most sodas other than vanilla coke ◆ Weak alcoholic beverages ◆ People knowing that she had to get a GED ✦ Anyone seeing her work before it's done ◆ When the guys at HUB get too handsy ✦ Letting just anyone get close to her daughter ✦ The foster system ◆ Her foster mother ✦ Her biological mother ◆ Being told what to do ✦ Weak coffee ◆ When random thirsty guys tell her to smile more


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✧Quirks & Habits✧
Never can start her day without two cups of coffee first thing in the morning. Has been diagnosed with a caffeine addiction and must have at least four cups a day or she will start having withdrawal symptoms that include some of the following, if not all: headaches, fatigue, anxiety, a lot of irritability, a depressed mood, difficulty concentrating, etc. ✦ When she's arguing with someone, she's usually standing on the tips of her toes and is quite expressive like with jabbing her finger at them. ✦ Has a bit of a naturally raspy voice that's even huskier when she first wakes up. ✦ Always playing music while performing tasks, esp. doing hair. ✦ She is double jointed in her left ring finger ✦ Always seems to smell like cocoa butter ✦ Talks with her hands a lot. ✦ Sleeps naked most of the time, if not all. ✦ Carries organic baby wipes in her bag at all times, even when her daughter is not with her ✦ Can tie a knot in a cherry stem with her tongue

✦Talents | Strengths | Skills✦
Bilingual: She fluently speaks Spanish and English, the former mostly because of work. ✧ Art: Simone's primary mediums are oil and acrylic paint with watercolor every now and then, but she's also pretty good with henna tattoos. ✧ Can be quite manipulative and seductive ✧ Fast learner ✧ Cosmetology: She figured there was nothing she couldn't learn by watching online videos and researching, and so Simone is pretty good with working with hair, especially for people of color who wear natural protective styles such as braids, twists, straightening, curls, extensions, dreads and locs, etc. She does hair in her apartment's living room. Along with that, she's also exceptional with makeup. ✧ Naturally flexible ✧ Has a mean right hook and a strong grip ✧ Cooking, since she had no choice but to learn if she wanted to survive in the world ✧ Being under pressure

✧Flaws | Weaknesses✧
Forgets that she doesn't really have the fighting background to go off on every person that she has gone off on ✦ Definitely very headstrong and has a thing against authority figures ✦ Very proud ✦ Caffeine addiction ✦ Curses like a sailor ✦ Her wit and how she doesn't always know when to shut her mouth; always has to have the last word ✦ Has been known for giving her lovers (since there really aren't as many as her neighbors seem to think there are) too many chances. Ex. letting her baby daddy come back after hitting her twice. ✦ The fact that she does pretend to be more lascivious than she actually is ✦ Her daughter ✦ She'll call it being a realist, but the truth is that Simone can be a bit of a cynic ✦ Can be quite petty to the point that she has to get back at someone even over small things in some way

✦Hobbies✦
Painting and drawing ✧ Listening to music ✧ Doing hair, esp. since she does hair on a regular during the day in her apartment ✧ Smoking marijuana ✧ Binge-watching her favorite shows and as many new movies as she can on Netflix ✧ Spending time with her daughter ✧ Reading, surprisingly enough

✧Fears✧
Becoming anything like her mother ✦ Needles ✦ Forever getting into relationships much like her last one ✦ Sexual assault, esp. because she knows how people feel about strippers and dancers ✦ Dying and having her daughter wind up in the system

✦Secrets✦
Her relationship with her baby daddy was physically abusive and she has a restraining order against him. ✧ Even though she doesn't just keep quiet about her, Simone's daughter is still a bit of a secret to the others. Considering no one really comes to her apartment, they don't know that it is littered with toys more than sexually deviant items, and that one could probably hear the theme song to Paw Patrol on low volume in some corner of the apartment. Moriah is typically being babysat elsewhere during the nights unless Simone doesn't have to work or will be in early. ✧ Simone was in her apartment with her dead mother for two days before anyone noticed. ✧ Rumor some might call it, but the truth is that Simone really is a stripper. She doesn't do it every week, just when she needs the extra money. ✧ Suffered from postpartum depression for the first year of her daughter's life. Is much better now and the two have always been close, but that first year consisted a lot of her not wanting to be near the child, but the baby demanding affection despite Simone's feelings of worthlessness, like she's not going to be a good mother, like she's an endangerment to her child, and continuous fatigue. Plus, her guilt at not providing aided in Moriah getting what she wanted. ✧ Was arrested for assault when she was sixteen, but only because she attacked an adult for telling his siblings to jump her foster sister because she turned him down.

✧Goals | Dreams✧
One day provide Moriah with a real house that she can grow up in ✦ Travel the world ✦ Open up her own art gallery ✦ Get Moriah ready for daycare by August ✦ Save up enough money to one day go on two different cruises - one for Moriah in the Disney Wonder Cruise because there's hardly a plan Simone makes without her daughter in mind, and one for herself on Anthem of the Seas from Royal Caribbean. ✦ Stop stripping ✦ Have Moriah speaking two languages by the time she gets to really start school

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✧ D'Angelo Roberts ✧ ↣ Biological Father ↣ Deceased (Killed when she was two)

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✦ Shivana Singh ✦ ↣ Biological Mother ↣ Deceased (Died when she was ten)

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✧ Nicole DuBard ✧ ↣ Foster Mother ↣ Living

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✦ Samantha Davis ✦ ↣ Foster Sister ↣ Living in Pasadena

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✧ [FC: Nathan Owens] ✧ ↣ Foster Brother ↣ Living {Currently with her}

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✦ Marshae Jones ✦ ↣ Foster Sister ↣ Living {With foster mother}

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✧ Nico Martinez ✧ ↣ Foster Brother ↣ Living {With foster mother}

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✦ Moriah Singh-Roberts ✦ ↣ Daughter ↣ Living {Currently with her}


✦Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ✦
The only consistent things in Simone's life have always been her older brother, Dominic, and the fact that things never go the way that she wants them to. If fate or God or whomever had left it up to her, Simone would have been born into a working class family - a regular family - with maybe divorced parents who have their issues, but at least they were individually loving towards her and provided her an actually stable childhood. She maybe had grandparents to spoil her and sure, she probably would still be considered an underprivileged inner city youth, but she'd at least know about real family and have people who genuinely wanted nothing but to look out for her, and for her to be better than they ever were. That's not what she got. Instead, her father was gunned down when she was only two years old - not because the bullet was meant for him and he did anything wrong, but the friend he had been at the corner store with was targeted and D'Angelo had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Mind you, the friend who was targeted and was the one who actually pissed the drive-by shooters off got to walk away after being shot in the leg. D'Angelo tried running away and a bullet pierced his heart from the back. Also, never mind the fact that he was leaving behind his days of hustling on the street behind him to be with the island girl who had stolen his heart and his baby girl waiting at home for him. None of that mattered. And, even though she doesn't like to show any empathy for her mother in any way, shape or form, Simone understood at a young age that her mother had just never been able to recover from losing probably the love of her life. That doesn't stop her from feeling bitter, though.

You see, even if she has no actual memories of her father and only can glimpse him in the pictures she managed to save from her mother's apartment, Simone's pretty sure her life would have been better if he hadn't been the one to die. Granted, she's not wishing death on her mother - she's already dead, but whatever - but it's just fact for her. Shivana did try, though. She kept a roof over Simone's head for about ten years (they may have had to move twice from one apartment to the next, but she was never homeless) and they had their moments. Shivana was an Indo-Trinidadian girl who's family had moved from Trinidad when she was five. Her life had been stained with loss, but she had persevered. Her parents died in a car accident when she was about eighteen and she had no siblings, and no real way to contact any family she might have had left in Trinidad. But she had figured, as a Christian girl, that she had been given this life for a reason, so she had no choice but to live it. That mentality could not be upheld in the face of losing someone she had really fallen in love with and had depended on for quite some time. Shivana had dabbled in cocaine a few years before Simone was born, but D'Angelo had been her buffer and her solace. He had been the reason why Simone probably didn't come into the world with any deformities or health problems. And, at times, she had been a good mother. She used to sing gospel songs randomly when Simone had to do homework, always tell her daughter to keep going - even when life seemed to be unfair and not going the way that she wanted it to - occasionally read Simone bedtime stories, and taught her how to do the hennas she had been taught by her own mother.

But there were also more moments where Simone would come home from school and see her mother fighting her depression after work (Shivana was a lot of things, but Simone can't lie and say her mom didn't try with her three low-income jobs), a handful of times where she had seen her snorting some powdery white substance she would later realize was cocaine. Those times consisted of her going to the apartment next door, an old friend of Shivana's named Cheyenne who had four other kids but always had good food. It was there that Simone could watch television with the other kids since there wasn't one in her apartment that had the channels she liked, eat to her heart's content with food to take back to her mother, and where she even learned to cook. It was through Cheyenne that she had even met Dominic Dalal. Cheyenne may have been to jail once, but that didn't stop her from being one of the kindest souls Simone had ever encountered. It did stop her, however, from taking custody of Simone when it was realized that Shivana had died. There were some days that Simone wouldn't go to Cheyenne for at least a day or two, so she hadn't bothered to be concerned about it. She had also missed school before. However, when the third day hit and her kids said they hadn't seen Simone at school and Simone hadn't bothered to come knock on her door, she didn't hesitate to go investigate. To this day, Cheyenne will say that that had done something to Simone - having been in a house with her dead mother, practically frozen by a corpse when all she had done was wanted to come home and show her mom the A she had received on her test.

As can be the case with kids in the foster system, Simone went through several different foster homes, each one making her warier, more distrustful and act out. She can still count on her fingers how many times she had been inside a cop car, though she's only really been to jail once and that was because her last foster mother...well, she wasn't exactly the best. Nicole wasn't a saint. She didn't adopt kids to adopt them and get them out of the system. She just wanted the money; it fueled her ego along with her alcohol addiction. Luckily, she had never really raised a hand to the kids other than when it came to discipline, so no one could say that she was abusive - but there's an agreement between the kids that are still there, Simone and even Dom that Simone very well was the mothering figure between the two women. It was a thing of contention between them in the few years until Simone was eighteen and able to leave the system. Sacrificing her own high school education, she spent a good amount of that time, being bad, sure and associating with the wrong crowd, but also making sure that the food that Nicole supplied the house with was cooked for the kids, made sure the babies did their homework, and made sure they actually went to school. If there was an issue with some other kids, Simone handled it. Probably not in the best way, but it was handled. Eventually, though, despite how good the social worker thought things were since all the kids were fed and close, Simone ended up leaving just as she turned eighteen, moving into different apartments with Dominic while still maintaining contact with Nicole for the sake of the others. She would go on to taking up several different jobs at a time, dealing with her asshole of an ex which would lead to the conception of her pride and joy, and again, things haven't gone the way that she wanted them to. But as her mother did, Simone persevered. At this point, she figures that's the best thing she can do - everyone else's judgments against her character aside.



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I Can Do Bad All By Myself | Mary J. Blige
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Ohh ohh
Ah yea
Ah ah yea

[Verse 1]
Somebody told me once that pain is a game we all gotta play.
Then why am I in overtime and sudden death every other day.
I know that for the good of life there's a price we all gotta pay
But I'll pay till I'm poor and I still don't know what it is to have a good day, yeah

Since everybody knows what it is that I need to do.
Well do me a favor, let me worry bout me and you worry bout you.

[Chorus:]
I don't need no one to put me down,
I'm on the ground, can't get no lower.
And I don't need no one to hang around and make me frown just makes me look older.
And I don't need no one to black my eye and tell me lies
Don't wanna cry over nobody else
No no no no I can do bad all by myself

[Verse 2]
Somebody told me once that running from the rain don't make no sense.
I had my own dark cloud for awhile now, it goes where ever I'm going, yeah
They're telling me the grass just might be greener on the other side.
But I don't wanna take a chance on dirt when I got grass even though the grass has died.

Oh since everybody knows what it is that I need to do,
Well do me a favor, let me worry bout me and you worry bout you

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
Don't waste time feeling bad for me
I didn't ask you for your sympathy
No I know God is watching over me
So I guess this is where I'm suppose to be
Ohh yes

[Chorus to the end]



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Chadwick Dangote's Story

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Gossip Girl here and as we all sadly know, it is the end of the summer. I know, I know - heartbreaking, right? Back to longer days and nights in the office, homework and let's not even forget the copious amounts of hot coffee and tea we're all going to be sipping on once winter takes a bite out of our asses. But, if you're any of our fine citizens of the Upper East Side, you're probably not worried about such things. In fact, if you are anyone, you would be in The Hamptons where the Shanks are hosting their infamous annual White Party on the lawn of their gorgeous estate. And if you're not, well...then I'll sip on those scrumptious strawberry mimosas and partake in a few macaroons in your honor.

At about thirty minutes past two in the afternoon, every filthy rich Upper East Sider makes their way to one of the most beautifully appointed mansions in Southhampton, about fifteen minutes from the beach when driving. Either way you put it, you know it's going to be breathtaking. And while everyone else is decked in the appropriate white attire for the obviously over-priced event, you all already know that I'm going to be there too. Watching...waiting...and in utter impatience for the delicious events that are sure to unfold. XOXO, Gossip Girl.





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A A L I Y A H ~ S H A N K S
"Life ain't a box of Lucky Charms, but if you don't magically teleport yourself here..."

Outfit
Location || The White Party : The Shanks' Hampton Estate
iPod || Teen Idle by Marina & the Diamonds
Mood || Annoyed


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"Don't see the big deal, sis," Marcel said into the phone and Aaliyah shut her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration and having to ignore the way her Isabel Marant cuff clanked against the device she held up against her ear. She could already feel a headache coming on and it was only three o'clock in the afternoon. The majority of the guests had arrived earlier with a few stragglers coming and going. Under normal circumstances, like when someone else was hosting an event at a gallery or even one that wasn't even important, Aaliyah barely even thought to text either of her siblings to see where they were. If she saw them, she saw them. If she did not, then that was the story and that was fine. However, this was an event their mother was throwing. Meaning, everyone was going to hear Debby's mouth until all of her family members were present. And by everyone, Aaliyah typically meant herself. "Can't you just magically convince her to let it go or something? You're good at that." Aaliyah bristled. It was a good thing she was in her bedroom and not anywhere downstairs where anyone could see her current facial expression.

"Hell no! This is not a box of Lucky Charms, but you better magically teleport yourself here or so help me God, I will magically shove my foot up your ass, Marcel." She hissed into her cell phone. She could hear her brother's eye roll through the phone. "I don't care if you have to convince your flavor of the month that you'd rather dip her in the chocolate fountain on front, be here. Now." She refused to encourage any more of his excuses by ending the call, letting out a frustrated sigh before trying to relax herself enough to return to the guests. This was not even her own event and she was already stressing. Aaliyah had changed her outfit twice before deciding on her Halston Heritage jumpsuit because Debby had made face after face when she saw her daughters' choices. She had had to leave Beau's side when Shailene pulled her aside to say that Debby was furious that Marcel wanted to bail on them for some girl he stole away to California. And suddenly, Aaliyah had to be the one to resolve the issue since Debby couldn't just call her son. Aaliyah shook her head quickly to dispel the negativity, though she could still feel herself brimming with aggravation when she rose from her perch on her childhood bed.

Before heading out, she stopped to check her reflection, styling her hair back into the messy bun from earlier in the morning so that her Jennifer Fisher earrings could be seen better. Sliding her cell back into her Louboutin clutch, she gave herself one more final glance over before heading out, ignoring the servant who asked if everything was alright. No, everything was not alright, but she was here, wasn't she? Wasn't that enough of a reason to not ask that dumb ass question? By the time Aaliyah was back on the first floor, a cordial smile was painted back on her face. In passing, she nodded to a few guests, the sound of her Miu Miu sandals echoing when she reached the outside portico. The spacious lawn of her family's estate was filled with white tables and a sea of white-attired bodies, the flashes of green from the lush grass peeking out amidst the stark color all of the guests wore. Some sported bikinis and swimsuits, others more elegant apparel. It was the one time of the year, other than if someone did a special event, that she had to deal with such an onslaught of the color, and Aaliyah was already annoyed despite the tasteful elegance of the event. The White Party was the one event Debby did not allow any other member of the family to host, which was why it was a big deal that Marcel was not present. No one missed their own mother's party, especially not because they were chasing tail as if they hadn't had a different one three weeks ago.

Her eyes roved over the crowd and she saw a few notable faces, though none of them being the main one she was looking for. A few of her followers nodded in her direction and she only offered a longer gaze before glancing around before she saw a familiar blonde head. Without hesitation, Aaliyah made her way over to Juliet, exhaling loudly when she reached her and looping her arm with the heiress. "Girl, tell me why Marcel's trying to get me killed and I'm not even the one who didn't show up," she immediately complained to the blonde, accepting a cranberry mimosa when it was offered from an approaching server.