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POINT COUNT ( 10th May to 16th May  ) claiming [ 54 ] points for ELIZABETH WILSON. point breakdown :

starters : [ 07 ] x [ 05 ] = [ 35 ] points .

replies : [ 04 ] x [ 04 ] = [ 04 ] points .

development : [ 01 ] x [ 05 ] = [ 05 ] points .

task : [ 01 ] x [ 10 ] = [ 10 ] points .

total : [ 54 ] points .

last weeks total: [ 34 ]

ELIZABETH WILSON now has [ 88 ] points.

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Knock Down The House (2019)

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BASICS.

Name: Elizabeth Grace Wilson Nickname: Beth Gender & Pronouns: cis female, she/her Age & DOB: 28, 24th October Zodiac sign: Scorpio Orientation: pansexual Nationality: British Ethnicity: White Religion: n/a, loosely Christian Neuroses: occasional mild self doubt courtesy of an ex

HISTORY.

Hometown: Newcastle Upon Tyne Father: Stuart Wilson Mother: Elaine Smith Siblings, if any: Steven (32), Lauren (30), Jamie (26) Extended family: two foster siblings Educational background: degree in Law from Cambridge University, Master’s Degree in Politics from King’s College London Languages spoken: English & French Occupational history: waitressing from the age of 16-18, bartending while at university, now working for Sarmad Villiers Achievements (chronological): had her poem published in a local newspaper, head girl & netball captain,  Amnesty Youth Awards, The Guardian’s Ones To Watch 2014.

THE SOCIETY.

Codename: Ariadne Meaning: ‘Ariadne was the daughter of King Minos of Crete and his wife Pasiphae, in Greek mythology. By her mother, she was the granddaughter of the sun god Helios. She is best known for her pivotal role in the myth of Theseus and the Minotaur. She gave him a sword to fight the Minotaur, as well as a ball of thread; she advised him to tie one end near the entrance of the labyrinth and let the thread unroll as he delves deeper into the twisting and branching paths.’ 

Beth chose this as she likes the idea of being able to arm people to fight against injustice as well as show people the way and help them navigate through difficult situations. Traditionalist or Reformist?: Reformist Goals in the society: Her main goal is to make a difference in the world. Leave it a better place than she found it and she believes that The Society can help her do this. And if she can check a few people’s privilege along the way then she’d be happy. Opinion on the society: She has very mixed views on. Firstly she hates the fact that it even exists and would really like to see an end put to it. But she’s sort of resigned herself to the fact that things like this will always exist. And if they always exist, she might as well take advantage of the system and get what she can from it, use it to even the playing field a little bit.

PERSONALITY.

MBTI: ENFJ-A Enneagram: 8, The Challenger Temperament: Sanguine Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw with a little bit of Gryffindor Inspirations/Parallels:  Donna Paulsen Suits, Lauren The Riot Club, Maya Jones Four Weddings & A Funeral Tropes: Badass Bookworm, Damsel Out Of Distress, Deadpan Snarker, The McCoy,  The Reliable One, Showing Up Chauvinists, The Conscience, Eat the Rich, Protest Song, Plucky Girl, Good Is Not Soft, Positive Friend Influence, The Ace, Girl Friday, Hyper-Competent Sidekick

YOUR MUSE AS ..:

A piece of art: The Houses of Parliament, Sunset by Monet, anything by Banksy A song: Nina Cried Power, Hozier A book: The Golden Notebook, Doris Lessing A movie: Legally Blonde, On The Basis of Sex A TV show: The Bold Type A historical era: the 70s A historical figure: Gloria Steinem A fictional character: Elizabeth Bennett A colour: deep blue An animal: snow leopard

YOUR MUSE’S DREAM ..:

Job: Anything that can make a genuine difference. She’s set her sights on becoming an MP because it seems like the best way but really she’d like to be able to make a living out of being an activist. Vacation: Beth loves a city break, anything with culture and history. Day: Any day she gets to do what she’s passionate about - so some kind of protest or a good day petitioning. As a child: She wanted to be a vet due to her love of animals. Last night: There’s a recurring dream she has of her wandering around an unfamiliar house before finding a white room. That they gave up on: The first one would be of being a vet when it seemed pretty clear that biology - or any science for that matter - wasn’t her strong suit. That they have right now: To somehow change the law for the better.

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SHIRLEY TEMPLE :

having just recently turned twenty-five, blanche has been eager to make connections with people who might share their ideals and their passion for change in the society—so they’ve been overjoyed to hear that they’ve been in the same initiate batch with someone also politically proactive and progressive at the same time. wasting no time at all, they decided to make a beeline for the british woman almost immediately upon seeing her, greeting the other with a smile on their face and a slight twinkle in their eyes.  

❛  hi !  ❜  they chirped out, almost like a bird.  ❛  i’ve been looking forward to meeting you ever since i heard you were here !  ❜   a lace-gloved hand waved towards the rest of the room, where all the pieces were displayed in all their glory.  ❛  it’s all rather admirable, isn’t it ?  though i do wonder what charities the winning bidders will support.  ❜

Upon putting her name forward for the Society she’d done her best to somewhat tame her expectations of what it would entail. To do her best not to feel intimidated by anyone there, reassuring herself that she had something to offer too. For the most part she’d been successful but when a face that she’d been following closely for some time approached her, she found herself wavering slightly. “Oh well I’m flattered, thank you.” Grateful smile was flashed at them before gaze drops to offer her own admission of admiration. “And glad you found me too - I’m a fan.” 

Smile falters slightly when she finds herself unable to agree that it’s admirable. Truly admirable would be donations of large sums without getting something in return. While she can’t agree wholeheartedly, she does find an honest compromise. “Well it’s certainly beautiful. I would say almost every charity is a worthy one but I am curious to see whether they spread the donations or it’s all a bit more focused.”

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PLUTO :

Beth Wilson– beautiful, smart, politically active, got a wicked smirk that drove others to their knees. Although he has had his fair share of interactions with the brunette, Bo hasn’t exchanged pleasantries with those he considered acquaintances tonight and he sure as hell wasn’t desperate for conversation. At least she wasn’t ridiculously self absorbed, even if that was a really really low bar to set for others, and she came baring alcohol.  Looking up from his current favorite game of staring sat the polished wooden floorboards until his vision blurred, he took the drink with an almost feral grunt and inhaled it like it was the solution to all his problems. Alas, it wasn’t.  “If this doesn’t knock me out for the next 3 days I’d have to be severely disappointed in you,” he closed his eyes and swallowed down another spiteful comment hoping to fight past his lips. Bo knew he was always a ridiculous cynic, therefore he bit his tongue and redirected his tone, “Are you… having a good time?”

It was too soon for her to have firm favourites within the Society ( or at least that’s what she kept reminding herself so she didn’t continually gravitate towards the few that she had formed an attachment to ) but Bocephus Morgan was fast becoming one. She preferred his cynicism to the way that almost everyone else seemed to feign ignorance when it came to privilege the same way as so many others seemed to. Smile sparks up on her lips at his comment, following it with a quip of her own before she takes a sip of her drink.  “I think it might do two and a half.”

Pause hovers between them as she weighs her answer, settling on wry honesty. “It makes me a hypocrite if I say yes, right?” Nose scrunched up slightly at her own admission, still having to come to terms with the fact that she wasn’t shunning the life of luxury quite as quickly as she’d have liked. “I don’t know really. Objectively it’s all beautiful, stunning really, but it all feels a little empty.”

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While she was slowly building up connections within the Society, there was the odd person who happened to stand out more. Some dynamics ran that little bit deeper, caught her attention more and Oliver Vaga was one of those people. Quiet steps carry her to his side, smile playing over her lips as she speaks. “I’d ask if you come here often but I’m trying not to be a cliche.” Eyes rolled in playful self deprecation when she knew that chat up lines were far from her forte. Her actions tended to speak louder than her words and while she could easily write a speech or a campaign slogan, she’d never quite managed to craft her words into something effortlessly alluring. 

Instead she just settled for making an offer, after all it wasn’t as though the pair of them had spent all that much time getting to know one another. At least, not verbally. “Can I get you a drink?”

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BACCHUS :

even though he’d been in the society for ages, this was his very first charity auction. mainly because he was on the riding circuit during the spring, but actually because he just refused to turn up year after year after year. so after finally saying fuck it, antony had charmed a whole tray of macarons from the caterers and escaped out into the tuileries garden for some fresh air. and he had just bitten into one –– bespoke versace jacket abandoned on the grass, glass of champagne in the other hand, lit cigarette only just balanced his fingers –– when he heard someone coming his way. “ macaron? ” antony asked, hazy smile and all. 

The longer she spent watching the auction, the more uneasy she grew. As the bids got higher and higher, she could feel her distaste for it all growing. Even knowing that the proceeds would find their way to worthy causes didn’t help to untangle the ever growing knot in her stomach. A moment away from it all had seemed like the best idea, her decision sweetened by the sight of a familiar face. “Can’t say no to that.” After helping herself to a macaroon, appreciative nod given as she tried it, her attention slipped back to her friend. Brow raised in curiosity as playfully inquisitive words left her lips. “So it is sugar cravings or avoiding something that brought you out here?”

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Of all the people she could have predicted that she would one day be friendly with, royalty had certainly never been anywhere near top of the list. But she supposed that given her new position as a tentative member of the Society she shouldn’t have been so surprise by the new dynamic she had established with the Prince of Wales. The pair of them had built up something of a rapport over social media, a friendly back and forth that had her feeling as though she knew him. 

Meeting him in person, however, was something new and she wondered if she should be nervous about a shift in dynamic. But she saw no reason to delay an introduction and close to approach him. “Your Royal Highness.” His title was said with both the respect she knew she was supposed to give and a light, teasing cadence. “Nice to finally meet you.”

@theroyaledward​

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Elizabeth Wilson at the Annual Charity Auction

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Part of her was still getting used to events like this when they were such foreign territory. Even when she was a child she’d never dreamt of attending something like this and she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d gone too far. If in her pursuit of levelling the playing field somewhat, she’d somehow ended up playing for the other team. While she knew that it would be unfair of her to assume that every member of the Society wanted the opposite of what she did, there would always be a part of her that deemed the rich something to rail against.

The sight of a familiar face soon drowns out her quiet turmoil, the happiness at seeing her friend easily overpowering it. “Phoebe.” Warm smile sparked up on her features, genuinely pleased to see the blonde. “It’s so good to see you. How have you been?”

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THEIA :

location: the louvre featuring: @bethwilscn​ 

it had not been the easiest thing, for poppy to get away from london to participate in an auction. though it was for charity, travel for something so trivial was often frowned upon and she had taken the chunnel with a couple of personal protection officers, hoping her arrival could be discreet. the duchess of york had been to the louvre several times before, though there was something special about being there for an exclusive event and as she was led into the room where the art was hung, her eyes were alight, dark green gown brushing against the marble floors.

now, with a flute of champagne in one hand, poppy had paused in front of the van gogh. for its name alone, she would bid upon it, but she also took in the brushstrokes and the knowledge that the value of the masterpiece was unknown. her head turned briefly and she saw a familiar face. “do you plan to purchase anything, miss wilson?” she inquired.

While the Louvre was undeniably beautiful, there was a part of her that couldn’t help but feel slightly overwhelmed by it all. It wasn’t so much that she felt that she didn’t belong ( not when she had always believed enough in her own skills to be assured of her worth )  but more that everything around her was so far from what she had grown up in. The longer she spent surrounded by such luxury and wealth, the less connected to herself she felt. 

The simplest thing to do had seemed to be to allow herself to get lost in the art for a moment, at least until familiar voice greeted her. “Oh no, not today, your royal highness.” Head shook gently, a slight smile flickering on her features when she doubted there’d ever be a day she had that kind of money - let alone it to spare. “It’s all beautiful though and a worthy investment when it’s going towards a good cause.” 

Brow raised slightly in gentle curiosity, soft inquiry slipping from her lips. “Are you tempted by anything?”

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While she could admit that she was grateful that at least some money was going to worthy causes, the brunette couldn’t help but find it something of an empty gesture. Given all the collective power, wealth and influence was an auction really the very best thing that they could be doing? This seemed to cater towards image and vanity more than a genuine desire to do some good or make a change in the world. The knowledge that she had initially been blinded by the grandeur of the event unsettled her slightly. 

But she took some comfort from the fact that her view on it all had shifted to something more critical and she sought out someone she was almost certain would feel the same. “Fancy seeing you here.” Smile curved onto her lips as light words left them, before she holds out the extra drink for him. “I thought you might want one of these.”

@hxll-0​

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After spending a good amount of time taking in the art, her gaze had begun to drift over the others who were present. There had been a few familiar faces that she’d caught sight of but none quite as familiar as the one that her gaze had just landed on. After all, her job required her to spend five days a week with him - there were few faces she saw more of. The urge to role her eyes was only staved off by the fact that a small part of her was glad to have someone she really knew there, rather than the odd tentative acquaintances that she’d been gathering.  

Moving away from the piece that had claimed her attention, she moves to close the distance between them, playful challenge in her voice. “And why am I not surprised that you’d be at something like this?”

@earldevon​

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With their schedules and of course living in different countries, she hadn’t been able to see Julian as much as she would have liked. So when she’d heard he was in London and her flatmate was out for the night, having him over seemed the perfect method to rectify how long it had been. “You’re lucky I had a bit of spare time on my hands, it was just going to be salad.” She set the two plates down with a little flourish before a smile tugged at her lips, soft teasing tone slipping out. “Don’t worry, I counted every calorie that went into it.” She slid into the seat across from him, her usual adapted posture slipping slightly when he already knew her better than most.

Instead of picking up her cutlery and digging in the way her empty stomach was urging her to      ( she really should stop accidentally missing meals ) elbow was propped on the table, chin resting on her hand. Dark grey eyes flickered with genuine interest, smile making its way onto her lips. “So what’s new? How’s the husband?”

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Matilda Lutz by Paolo Santambrogio (2019)

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