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cynthia & sutton.

         her body reacts instantly upon hearing cynthia’s voice, her heart beating slightly faster as a weight settles upon her shoulders. despite their bitter demise, sutton can’t help but listen in on the words dripping from plush lips. she chokes on her drink, coughing into her elbow to mask the disbelief. before her mind has a chance to catch up, she’s already stepping in to interrupt whatever scheme cynthia has planned. “ you’re kiddin’ right ? you’ve got no roots to return to, i mean – they’re dead. ” her features convey faux sympathy as sutton reaches out to touch cynthia’s hair to emphasize her point. the action feels all too familiar, though – sutton removing her touch within seconds. “ & what the fuck’s ‘round your neck ? tryna’ bag a church boy or somethin’ ? ” her tone is acrid as she does her best to keep the ounce of jealousy out of it. 

the blonde’s nose crinkled up ever-so-slight at the sound of someone nosily coughing a few feet away, the racket drawling her attention towards the petite female now unceremoniously barging her way into the conversation. “ fucking hell, ” cyn muttered under her breath, closing her eyes briefly as she begged the powers that be to grant her just a tiny bit of patience. “ oh, sweetie, ” she cooed, her voice as sweet as a fly trap. “ are you jealous ? that’s just so… quaint. ” truth be told, the mere sight of her ex had cyn’s heart pounding out a painful, agonizing beat. she ached to pull the other into her arms; to kiss away the distance that had managed to grow between them. but that wasn’t possible, as the distance between them couldn’t be bridges with any amount of longing or affection. it was simply just too vast. “ you needn’t worry. i’m over sex. feelings get involved and it’s just too…” she waved her hand in the air, unable to find a word strong enough to describe the emotion. “ painful. ” it wasn’t exactly an accurate descriptor, but it would do in a pinch.

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cynthia & sebastian.

sebastian only had a few outfits for when he crashed weddings. and most of them looked all kind of vaguely similar to each other. most of the members in the romantics teased him about the lack of variety in his crashing wardrobe but he just let it roll off his back, like his kids making fun of him because that’s essentially what it was. he was always amazed by the outfits his fellow romantics seemed to conjure up, particularly cynthia’s. he was a bit surprised at how simple her outfit for this crash was. of course it looked good on her, but it was definitely something sebastian had never seen her wear when they went to a wedding. “ it looks good, i like it, ” he commented, giving her a smile. as she grasped onto the cross around her neck, he lightly tugged on his and said, “ we’re matching. ” although he didn’t wear his cross as often as his parents would like, he made a point to wear it every time the romantics went on a crash, maybe in attempts to be closer to god when he knew he was doing something he essentially shouldn’t be doing. 

the extravagant, flashy outfits were actually cynthia’s favorite part of crashing. well, the outfits & the new identities that she so easily concocted around them. a faux pearl necklace wrapped around the neck of abigail ward, the heir to a successful oyster farm in maine. a bright beaded clutch dangled off the shoulder of hailey cooper, a gift brought back from the indigenous african tribe her mother was studying while on sabbatical. all lies, of course. most of her finds came from cheap department stores or through hours spent thrifting, her finds haphazardly embellished with what little knowledge the blonde had of sowing. this was cyn’s most convincing creation, though. after all, it was only a few shades away from the truth. with this identity, she was able to masquerade as the perfect child that her parents had always wanted. “ it was my grandmother’s, ” she offered by way of explanation, her full attention now directed towards sebastian. “ you don’t look too shabby yourself. ” a playful grin tilted up the corners of cynthia’s lips as her eyes twinkled mischievously. “ though i still can’t fathom why you won’t let me take you shopping. i’m sure we could find something that would accentuate some of your… nicer features, ” the blonde teased, her eyes drifting down towards the lower half of his body. “ if you know what i mean. ”

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plunging necklines, high slits & figure-hugging fabrics were usually featured quite heavily in cynthia’s wedding outfits. tasteful, while still managing to push the boundaries of acceptable attire just the tiniest bit. not tonight, though. tonight, the blonde had shimmied into a simple navy-blue sheath dress, the sleeves reaching to her elbows & the dress cutting off just below her knee. it was a nice dress, certainly. on anyone else, it might have been perfectly appropriate. however, for cyn ? tame would be over-selling her garb. with her bright blonde hair spilling in delicate waves over her shoulders, the usually conspicuous female practically blended in with the other attendees. “ i dunno. i guess i decided to turn over a new leaf ? get back to my roots & all that, ” she explained conversationally, reaching up to tenderly grasp the crucifix dangling from her neck. 

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hey guys. my step-grandfather passed away earlier today, which is why my activity has been nonexistent. i should be on tomorrow night, once things have settled down and all the plans have been made. i’m super sorry, and really can’t wait to be able to write with all of you.

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hi, hello, howdy ! veah here, holding it down in the eastern standard timezone ! i’m twenty-seven years old, and use the pronouns she/her. i’m super excited to get to write with you all and develop some really awesome characters together ! some fun tidbits about me: i’m a taurus, gryffindor, infp and my favorite dinosaur is the stegosaurus. also, i’m a huge harry potter nerd. anyway, enough about me ! let me tell ya about my bbygirl cynthia. if you’d like to plot with me, feel free to hit me up in the ims or on discord. 

did dove cameron just stumble into the wedding ? wait, never mind, that’s just cynthia hughes, the 21 year old libertine of the crashers. i heard she is a part of the romantics now. i guess it makes sense considering they are debonair, but also imprudent. let’s hope this competition doesn’t get in the way of her anthropology degree. rosary beads passed down through generations bookmarking a newly purchased anthropology textbook. cherry red lipstick stains on collared shirts, coffee cups and cigarette buds. numerous pairs of broken or bent reading glasses strewn about a messy, cluttered bedroom.

as i said in the ooc chat, all cyn really wants to do is have sex and talk about ancient mesopotamian culture. preferably in that order. 

her father is a famous christian televangelist, sorta like billy graham. her mother and five siblings all sorta fall in line with his teachings and and are like the perfect church-going, immaculate family. 

cynthia, however, is the black sheep of the family. she’s always questioned everything, much to the displeasure of her family. 

her grandmother mostly raised her, because her parents found her frustrating and unmanageable. after her grandmother passed when she was sixteen, she was shuffled around from relative to relative until she was eighteen.

at eighteen, she got a full sports scholarship to ucla. her sport is volleyball, and she plays in the position of libero. 

her major at ucla is anthropology, with her minor being in sociology.

having lived in savannah, georgia until she was sixteen, cyn has a pretty thick southern accent that gets more pronounced when she’s angry and/or drunk.

in her freshman year, drunk on freedom’s she’s never had before, she started to experiment with... well, everything. drugs, sex, alcohol... you name it, she tried it.

she’s settled down a bit since then, but still loves to do all of those things. now, she’s just a bit smarter about it.

most of her ‘acting out’/partying ways stems from a sort of... emptiness she feels.

she sorta has this numb, jaded feeling all the time, and parties just so she can actually feel something. 

cynthia is really worried that she’s incapable of being loved, and is terrified by the thought of loving someone herself. she both wants it and fears it. 

she’s not very emotionally close with anyone. again, she’s not very good at connecting with people. she has lots of friends, but really no one who she opens up to and is completely honest with. 

if you want to read more about cynthia, you can do so right here. i’m also working on a wanted connections page. but in the meantime, i’d love to chat and come up with some brilliant, awesome plots together ! so either like this or shoot me an im or smoke signals or anything. 

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name / alias : veah ! timezone : est skeleton applying for : the libertine would you ever crash a wedding : uhmmm. honestly ? probably not. i don’t think my anxiety would allow me to enjoy the experience, and if i’m not enjoying it, what’s the point ? i mean.. if it was a big event like the royal wedding or something, then maybe. that’s historic, and would be worth it to have that memory. but to crash some randos wedding ? nah.  are you a romantic or a realist : i’m definitely a realist. i’m literally one of the least romantic people you’ll ever meet. i don’t really know why, but love and relationships have never been a priority in my life. maybe that’ll change as i get older and settled into a stable job, but i seriously doubt it.  fun fact about your muse : cynthia never takes off the small, tarnished silver crucifix necklace that belonged to her grandmother before she passed away. people who know cyn and her stance on religion find it odd, but the necklace is simply a physical representation of her grandmother’s love. it’s her most prized possession, as it’s the one thing that really connects her to the only person she believes has ever truly loved her.  a vine that describes your muse : oh man. so many good ones. i think i’ll go with this classic.  a lyric or quote that would relate to your muse : 'hold me down’ by halsey is actually where a lot of my inspiration for cyn came from. the religious undertones, breaking free of constraints, a powerful female. yup, that’s her anthem right there.  something you’re excited for in the rp : i really want them to get caught and end up in jail ? can you be arrested for crashing a wedding ? maybe trespassing ? or drunk and disorderly conduct ? i don’t know, but i think it would be fun to see the repercussions of what they’re doing and maybe something that would bring both groups together.  anything extra you wanna say : i went down the vine rabbit hole and now i’m stuck. please send help. thx. 

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        after carefully reading through all the applications we’ve received, final decisions were made. below the cut you will find those accepted, their muse descriptions, & a cute lil’ note from me because i couldn’t help myself. thank you all so much for applying. i’m so sorry i had to turn some of you away, but i only had eleven spots to give. i promise every application we received was amazing, it mainly boiled down to accepting a group of muses with diverse personalities / reasons for crashing. if your name is under the cut, congratulations ! i can’t wait to start writing with you ! you can find our checklist here with further instructions ! thank you all so much for taking the time to submit an app, it truly means a lot to me because all my hard work would have meant nothing without your interest ! xx

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