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Apr 14, 2020 20:06:52 GMT -7
Post by charlie marie weekly on Apr 14, 2020 20:06:52 GMT -7
▲ Content Warning sex, drugs, and hopefully rock and roll June 27th, 2025 Good manners dictated that Charlie make an appearance during the party. It was in her penthouse, after all, and not showing her face was bound to draw a few questions from some. Normally she tried to avoid these sorts of things when it was when one of her siblings putting it on, only really capitulating to high-end parties when her parents forced her to attend. Holiday parties were also on that list of musts, but this was just a summer party with a high chance of infecting everyone that attended with Hag’s Fever. She had been telling herself for months now that the Weeklys were bound to get it at one point or another, with there being eight of them. It was only a matter of time… But so far she had enjoyed the party. There were plenty of familiar faces, and a few new ones and ones she sort of recognized. The only ‘bad’ thing she had heard of so far was that apparently Monday slugged a guest at the start of the party, but Charlie had yet to hear anything more about it. She bounced between the party and her bedroom, mostly to get moments to herself and away from the blaring of the music for a few seconds. It was nice that all of their bedrooms were charmed to keep partygoers out. Cleaning up the main floor wouldn’t take long with all eight of them working on it but adding all of their bedrooms and bathrooms as well? That would be actual hell. With things starting to wrap up and her siblings in various locations around the penthouse hanging with their remaining guests, Charlie decided that was it for her until it was time to clean. She had drank a fair bit, but even that was starting to wear off by now. Sleepiness was starting to creep into her eyes and she figured she could crash for an hour or two if her siblings decided they wanted to clean immediately after everyone was gone. What she wasn’t expecting though, was standing in the doorway to her bedroom looking like a deer caught in the headlights as two people that she didn’t know quickly covered themselves up. In her bed! She muttered something inaudible even to herself before quickly slamming the door closed and bolting down the hallway wide-eyed and suddenly very, very awake. Her mind was racing as she tried to remember if she had given anyone access to use her bathroom, but that hadn’t been the case. The only plausible outcomes were that she had forgotten to close the door all the way or the charm failed for some reason. Either way, all she wanted to do was get away from it for a while and hope both were gone when she returned later. Just thinking about having to put her sheets through the wash at this hour made her whole body shiver. Escaping to the stairwell that lead to the rooftop, Charlie ran up the stairs and burst through the door. It was thankfully empty, but there were signs of partygoers inhabiting it at some point in time during the night. A few empty beer cans and a turned over chair were her new companions as she flipped it upright and stuck herself next to one of their many tables. Inhaling the warm evening air didn’t really help with the fact that she had just witnessed to people going at it on her bed a few seconds ago. Charlie figured she should probably tell one of her siblings, specifically Friday since it was his party, but she was sure her dumb expression in the doorway would be enough to scare the couple off. Letting out the deep breath she had just taken in, she laid her head down on the table, her hand finding its way to a lighter that was abandoned there with an opened pack of cigarettes. Charlie wasn’t one to resort to things like that, always being one of the health conscious family members but under these circumstances flicking the lighter on and off wasn’t going to get rid of the new stress she was now under. She pulled one of the cigarettes from the box and jammed it into her mouth, lighting it just as the door to the rooftop opened up. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
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Apr 19, 2020 16:41:27 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Apr 19, 2020 16:41:27 GMT -7
THERE WAS A LOT JIMMIE WOULD SURELY COME to regret about the Weekly soiree. Mostly, the amount of fruity punch she had slammed in just a few short hours. It had started under the guise of easing the ache in her face, but had quickly gotten out of control. She vaguely remembered hanging from Peyton's shoulder. Gaining a dowdy woollen jumper to cover her stained shirt, and lots of raucous laughter. She felt entirely unlike herself. Perhaps the Monday-Tuesday girl had knocked Jimmie senseless. All she knew was, she couldn't go home drunk.
Jimmie never claimed to be the perfect daughter, but she'd never actively gone out of her way to be bad either. Never actively sought her father's disapproval beyond their differing opinions about the 'business'. But, Jimmie had earned that, she reckoned. So, stumbling across London to their flat flushed and slurring was not on her schedule for the evening. Just another reason for him to accept more waifs and strays, to teach her the value of responsibility and 'charity'.
The Weekly party, however, had to end eventually. And Jimmie was still stumbling and weaving across the room when the crowd began to thin. She felt flushed in her borrowed jumper, overlarge and suffocating as she palmed a wall on her way to the door. She followed a line of parting strangers in to the carpeted hallway - it was a very fancy building. But, when they headed for the elevators, Jimmie's hand lingered on the banister. A sign on the wall indicated a roof exit and she blinked at it blearily, flexing her jaw until her face hurt in warning.
The stairs proved a bigger obstacle than Jimmie imagined. More than once she missed one and on two separate occasions she knocked her shin hard enough to hiss in pain. She was going to be black and blue by morning. But, the door was mercifully ajar when she eventually reached it. Letting out a breathless laugh of triumph, Jimmie pried it open and slipped through, expecting the blistering cold. Closing it after her carefully, Jimmie smiled to herself, turning to face the view and finding a seated figure instead. They were facing her, a heart shaped face framed with lovely, buttery blonde hair and a cigarette hanging from her bottom lip. It was an unlikely image.
"I- I didn't know-" Jimmie almost turned around, shifting in her jumper like a child caught in the act. She turned, turned back, curled a lock of her behind her ear clumsily. Her face and neck were beet red, the bruise across her nose darkening by the hour, a cut swelling her bottom lip oddly on one side. The skin under both of her eyes was dark, but that could have just been the booze. She sighed and flinched when it pinched her aching nose, a hand ghosting towards it instinctively. "Hope I'm not interrupting." She said from behind her hand, deciding to venture forward, though she still weaved drunkenly.
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Jun 19, 2020 23:00:21 GMT -7
Post by charlie marie weekly on Jun 19, 2020 23:00:21 GMT -7
▲ The laugh that echoed from the other side of the rooftop door should have been a sign to Charlie that her new company was anything but sober. But at this point, who was at this party? She refused to judge anyone that was still hanging around because she was no better than any of them. The only difference was that she had an easy walk home, once her bedroom cleared out. What most likely was going to happen was that she was going to force Thursday to share her giant bed for the night. Crumbs from her sister’s snacking habit were better than whatever had been done to her sheets by now. They were irredeemable now. She had half the thought to just burn them. She could even use the lighter she was using to light the cigarette stuck halfway into her mouth. None of that mattered as much as trying to figure out what the guest in front of her was trying to say though. As far as she was aware, people had to be clearing out of the penthouse by now. This poor girl was clearly so far gone, she couldn’t even tell up from down. “No, you’re not,” Charlie called back to her, her voice a lot scratchier than she had realized it had gotten. Yelling over the music hadn’t only made her go partially deaf in one ear, apparently. Watching the girl swaying back and forth made Charlie nauseous just looking at her. The last thing she needed was her own head spinning. Getting out of her chair, she flipped another one of the overturned ones and pulled it up to the table, across from where she had stationed herself. “Here,” she tapped the chair, before returning to her previous position, all the while puffing on the cigarette like a bad habit she didn’t really have. “Did you have fun?” she asked after letting out a puff of smoke, immediately thinking she needed to figure out a way to look like a Hollywood actress smoking. It would up her coolness factor with Whiskey the next time she saw her. “My siblings are pretty good at these sorts of things…I’m not really, but it looked like people were having fun.”MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
174 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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Jul 20, 2020 5:49:40 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Jul 20, 2020 5:49:40 GMT -7
SWAYING WITH THE COLD, BITING WIND, JIMMIE considered turning back. It was right there, the rational part of her brain that tried its best to make the logical decision. She was far too drunk to be this high up, and this was a stranger. Maybe even a figment of her imagination. Her face too pretty, hair too blonde among the curling cigarette smoke. But, she'd subconsciously started moving forward and that little voice was silenced.
Apparently, she wasn't imposing anyways, though the voice came a beat too late. Carried over the wind, a little rougher than she'd imagined from such a feminine face. And so obviously American. It was as if Jimmie blinked and the girl was on her feet, retrieving an overturned chair and placing it by her own before she took it back. Jimmie made her way over miraculously unscathed, grabbing the back to steady herself.
"Thanks," She said quietly, almost shyly as she turned and sat in it, the bottom so worn her backside almost hit the concrete ground. It made her laugh, a hoarse thing she hid behind her hand, tilting her chin towards a starless sky. You couldn't see a thing because of light pollution. It was like a black hole right above their heads.
"Fun..." Jimmie nodded her head, still looking at the sky, her head too heavy to pull forward. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." Jimmie scrambled around with her thoughts, either this Weekly hadn't seen the spectacle or she was being sarcastic. Jimmie forced her head forward to check, eyes blinking and then narrowing as if she could read it all over the girl's face. There was nothing, just owl eyes set in a milky face, dashed with cigarette smoke and bright lipstick.
"So..." Jimmie kicked out her feet, chancing her luck as she crossed her hands over her stomach, her smile creeping up her cheeks, laughter tightening her voice, though it was not mean spirited. "Which day of the week are you?"
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Aug 15, 2020 10:06:01 GMT -7
Post by charlie marie weekly on Aug 15, 2020 10:06:01 GMT -7
▲ The girl accepted the offer to sit, Charlie watching her the whole time. She had no idea who this was, but it felt better to be talking to someone than sitting alone for however long it took for the people to finish up in her bedroom. The girl’s reaction to whether or not she enjoyed the party didn’t seem all that convincing, and Charlie simply nodded her head. “Totally get that,” she responded. There had been parts that were ‘fun’, and yet there had been more times throughout the night where she felt like she was aimlessly wandering around in her own home without much to do. She had convinced herself all the way up to the rooftop that everything had been fine and she had actually enjoyed the party. Now that she had time to reflect (and get completely turned off by the idiots in her bedroom), the façade she had convinced herself of had come crashing down. “These things always get worse the longer they go on…” A long stream of smoke came out of her mouth as she sighed, before flicking away at the ash at the end of the cigarette. She missed the first time, and then took too much off with the second. Clearly she hadn’t perfected that art yet. “Charlie,” she stated, not looking up from the pile of ash she had created on the table. “I’m the only non-adopted one.” Which alone made her stand out at times, because she was obviously the only Weekly child that looked like their parents, and she didn’t have a weekday for a first name. Talk about standing out at times. “Stuck right in the middle of all of them too. You could literally make a sitcom out of my life and sell it to Hollywood. They eat that sort of thing up out there.” She was almost surprised her mom hadn’t done it already. They were the perfect examples of what a functioning family of dysfunctionals looked like. If she was a writer, it seemed like an obvious way to make money in the film industry. “But it is what it is,” she shrugged. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
174 posts
played by Chanel
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Dec 15, 2020 7:03:11 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Dec 15, 2020 7:03:11 GMT -7
THERE WAS SOMETHING INTROSPECTIVE ABOUT the stranger. Her voice a little quieter than Jimmie had anticipated. Probably from the cigarette's, she surmised in judgement. Side-eyeing her as she settled back in to position, the unofficial warden of the rooftop entertainment. Untouched by the cold and smoking like a chimney. "That's deep..." She slurred, her mouth parted in an open smile, brows creased. She was still a little too tipsy to make a coherent opinion of the girl, but she was interesting.
Barking a laugh, Jimmie leaned forward. "What?!" She exclaimed, arms folded around her middle. Her knees lifted so high in the sagging chair that they were almost under her chin. "That's insane." She muttered, chin pulling forward to rest on her knee, face turned to watch 'Charlie' with rapt attention. She'd met the other Weekly's, there names absurd and sensitive about it... if Jimmie's face was anything to go by. "I'd watch it." Jimmie giggled, her bruises cast in long shadows. "I thought my family was bad." She tittered, lifting he head and turning her face towards the skyline.
"Your crazy sister punched me." Jimmie breathed, a frosty breath following the words. She didn't turn to look at her, thinking that maybe Charlie would toss her off the roof if she did. Or say she had deserved it. Both scenarios seemed equally as likely in Jimmie's head.
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Jan 9, 2021 11:03:47 GMT -7
Post by charlie marie weekly on Jan 9, 2021 11:03:47 GMT -7
▲ While Charlie was definitely in a state (otherwise she wouldn’t have dared touch the pack of cigarettes left on the table), she was starting to get the feeling that the girl sitting across from her was way beyond that. Maybe she wasn’t used to these sorts of things? The Hogwarts students virtually all lived in the UK, so that meant they were of legal drinking age earlier, or at least that was what she had always assumed. From everything that had happened so far tonight, she was starting to think that her American peers respected the alcohol better, or at least knew when to call it quits. Or that could have just been her siblings. Growing up around parties and galas made growing up so strange that having a normal school life didn’t even seem real sometimes. Her reasoning for the girl’s current levels of inebriation being higher than initially perceived had to do with how she had responded thus far. There had been nothing ‘deep’ about what Charlie had just stated; parties did get worse the longer they lasted. As long as there was a constant flow of alcohol, people would keep drinking. Especially her classmates that had no idea how to handle their liquor. If she had been any more of an extrovert like some of her siblings, she probably wouldn’t have left the party once throughout the night, expect to get more drinks. Apparently the girl agreed that the Weekly family would make a great television show, and that her own family was awful as well. “That’s families, I suppose…” Charlie trailed off, and then puffed on her cigarette because she still thought it looked cool. The small cough that followed told her she hadn’t done it correctly. One day she’d be an expert at it like Saturday was. She didn’t know if that was a good goal in life or not, but he seemed to have it all figured out in his chill, stoner lifestyle. “She what?” Charlie practically yelled as the girl broke the news. “So that was you?” she rolled her eyes at the thought of Monday slugging anyone. The fact that the girl stuck around this long was honestly surprising, and it didn’t look like she was hurt at all, at least not in the semi-darkness of the rooftop lights. Charlie smudged out her cigarette before standing up from her chair and carrying it behind her, moving around the table so that she could get closer to the girl and do an inspection of injuries. She felt like it was her duty to check up on and clean up the mess started by her sister. “Where’d she punch you,” she asked as she leaned in closer to the girl, trying to find signs of it. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
174 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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Feb 6, 2021 15:51:01 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Feb 6, 2021 15:51:01 GMT -7
HER DISMISSIVE REPONSE STRUCK JIMMIE AT first. Her open mouthed smile clapping shut with a pop as she pressed her lips together tightly. Then her head shook a second too late, her nose scrunching up painfully as she tried to find the words in her empty, tin-head brain. "Mm... nope." She finally managed, scratching her temple roughly as she snorted with a flinch. "No, I don't think that it is," Jimmie wouldn't believe that all families were worthy of a sitcom. Maybe her own, due to her father's fame and name. And the Weekly's, for their quirky aggression. "People are so... boring sometimes." Jimmie laughed in to the cold air, her eyes creasing shut.
Jimmie kept looking at Charlie's cigarette. How it set pertly between long, elegant fingers. Like she smoked all the time. It was so... undeniably cool, that it made Jimmie feel itchy in her skin. Her eyes wavering in and out of focus as threads blinked around her, tied to Charlie's ankles and draped over her knees as they tangled along the concrete floor. Jimmie scrubbed her cold red cheeks and when she looked again, they were gone. When she told her about the punch, it was with a drunken amusement. She'd never been punched before.
"She punched me!" She repeated with enthusiasm, still in disbelief that she had become a story she'd have liked to tell. Jimmie watched with a blinking, swaying head as the blond stood on long, flamingo legs and dragged her folding chair over to where Jimmie still sat. Her knee pulled up to her chest, her body angled towards Charlie. Desperate for attention, to not feel so terribly alone, drunk at a party. When she sat down, it was with a whoosh of flowery perfume. Like daisy's and sweetpeas in summer, Jimmie absently thought. Her body leaning forward as she tilted her head up eagerly.
"I'm wearing some guys jumper." She spoke through her nose, mouth parting slightly as she showed the slight crust of blood stuck around both of her nostrils. "It was a pretty good punch, to be honest." Jimmie spoke to the sky, before blinking rapidly as she became dizzy. "Got blood on my good shirt and everything." She tugged at the jumpers collar, showing a pink and white candy stripped shirt splattered with nosebleed underneath. After a moment she boldly grabbed for Charlie's hand, snickering as she lifted it and guided those long, smoky fingers towards her mouth. "Feel..." She giggled, running her fingers over her top lip where she had bitten it and a slight bump could be felt. She hadn't used magic to fix it. She'd gotten drunk instead. "Bit my lip and everything."
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Feb 27, 2021 17:11:04 GMT -7
Post by charlie marie weekly on Feb 27, 2021 17:11:04 GMT -7
▲ Charlie could get behind the idea that people were boring. London was a little different than home, because back in California she basically stayed in her room and hung-out with her snake when she wasn’t being forced into weird clothes or attending events under her mom’s watchful eyes. At least here she could sort of find an interest in other people. Everyone back home was backstabbing and fake. She hated that. There was no need for that here, as far as she could tell, and that made it so much easier. The only drawback to that was that she was required to leave poor Alfonso with her parents, her mom not being the biggest fan of tossing him a frozen mouse every once in a while for his meals. But she understood what the girl was getting at. If she was going to parties in her hometown, it would probably feel exactly the same way. The change in atmosphere really helped breaking out of that mode. “Yeah, she’s got a pretty good right hook. I’m sorry she’s like that…” Charlie answered, leaning in even closer to get a better look at the bloodstained shirt hiding underneath the hoodie that the girl was wearing over it. It was actually pretty amazing that she had decided to stick it out the entire night. Charlie knew that she would have left immediately if someone slugged her right at the start of a party. What was the point in staying if one of the hosts had punched you? The girl took her hand and brought it up to her lip, where she stated she had bit it. Charlie didn’t even realize she was holding her breath as the girl ran her fingers over it, but there was definitely a bump there. “Come on,” Charlie stated as she stood up. “I’ll get you a clean shirt, and we can look at fixing that cut on your lip. We just have to kick some people out of my room first.” She grabbed onto the girl’s wrist with the hand that was currently being held. “I’m Charlie, by the way.”[THE END] MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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