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“don’t sleep, huh?” lucy repeated, dwelling on the thought for a moment before shaking her head. “it’s a tempting idea, i’ll admit, but i don’t know if i could live with myself if i was willingly giving up the opportunity to have a prophetic dream. it’s a big ambition of mine.” she knew that alice didn’t quite buy into the things that she said, but it was nothing new. she could count on one hand the number of people who did. as long as she wasn’t being hostile, she couldn’t bring herself to mind much. “you’re pretty harsh towards we poor humans, though. i know we’re not the superior species, but it wouldn’t kill you to give us a little credit every once in a while.” 

Nodding her head vigorously as Alice reached out and moved her fingers over the card that represented betrayal for a moment. “I have phallic inspired dreams all the time.” She said seriously as she tilted her head, studying the woman before her for a moment. Her fingers finally moving onto another card. “I remember I spoke to this gypsy once in Paris and she said that my aura had a sense of restlessness.” Alice explained, though she had been quite young and slightly frightened when the encounter had occurred. “I firmly believe that lions are definitely the superior species, I mean think about it. If we’re placed in a cage with a lion, our smarts won’t stop said lion from ripping us apart. Food chain.” Nodding her head once more with vigor. “I’m European amor, it’s my birthright to be cynical.”

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Sighing dramatically as she sat on the brick wall, swinging her legs unceremoniously, still clad in the black and sequined costume from last nights festivities as she lit up the cigarette and took a long drag, taking the cigarette from her mouth and admiring the burning cherry and letting out another sigh, flicking her slightly oily and mused strawberry blonde locks over her shoulder. “Well, I don’t know about everyone else but this whole thing is giving me a massive buzzkill.” Alice sat, her legs still swinging as she stared at the slightly worn heel of her boots and leaned back, taking another long drag from the cigarette. “I’m definitely recommend that we hit up that questionable bar, the one that has the man who always sits in the corner with two teeth, they have really disgusting beer but it’s cheap.”

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Though Alice like to appear that she didn’t believe in a higher power, she had always found things such as tarot cards to be quite fascinating, though Alice still wasn’t quite sure she truly believed them. Nodding her head as she stared intently at the cards before her. “Well my middle name is danger,” she giggled softly, tugging at the messy braid she had somehow managed to create this morning before dragging herself out of the door. “As for the betrayal,” waving her hand casually in the air as she blew out a breath. “That’s a given, darling.” Trying her best to do a worthy Judy Garland impression but failing quite spectacularly. “Loyalty is merely a facade that people create to help themselves sleep better at night, the trick,” wiping the corners of her lip and observing the small amount of red lipstick that came off. “Just don’t sleep.”

the day had been… off. lucy couldn’t quite put her finger on what, exactly, felt so incredibly off-kilter to her, so she’d turned to her cards. the moment she’d flipped her first one for her three-spread, however, the wary feeling only heightened. “danger.” she murmured, running her finger against the image shown on the face of the card — a tall, stone tower, a bolt of lightning striking the top, a body falling towards the ground. she’d been too entranced by the message, she hadn’t noticed someone approach her until they cleared their throat. “the tower. it means danger. something is coming.” lucy explained, her eyes flicking up, briefly, before returning to the deck of cards in her hands to draw out another. “ten of swords. that one’s betrayal.” lucy worried her lower lip between her teeth, drumming her fingers against the table. “have you felt it, too? that something just isn’t right?”

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“Soyez bénis.” Alice drawled out as she blew the barista a kiss, taking the straight black coffee off him, sending him a sweet little wink before practically twirling on her heel as she blew into the coffee. She couldn’t stand the taste of black coffee and needed at least five sugars to make it bearable but damn it, her father had drank black coffee and claimed it was the only way a French person should drink it and Alice was determined to live up to that reputation. Finally finding a seat that had an available spot, even if the woman did seem engrossed in her own activities. “Is this seat taken?” Alice drawled out, though she had already sat across from her, flicking her strawberry locks over her shoulder and forcing herself to take a sip of the coffee. Chuckling lowly, shrugging her shoulders casually. “I just asked if this seat was taken.”

dark brown eyes focused intently on the laptop screen in front of her, and a single ear bud sat perched in her ear while the other dangled beneath the table, hovering over her crossed legs. cassidy wasn’t sure how long she had been sitting at the coffee shop that afternoon, but really? time was an illusion anyway, it didn’t matter. the brunette was determined to get her newest video edited and finished earlier than normal, so she didn’t feel like she was rushing herself (not that she ever posted late, but you can never really be too careful). the intensity in the way that she worked was enough to essentially block out any surrounding sounds in her mind, so the look of surprise when she turned her head upwards to see a body standing in front of her was evident on her features. “if you said something, i’ll be honest with you, i didn’t hear a thing you said. anything i can do for you?

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Alice strolled into the small diner, the black checkered coat flowing behind her as she moved the red beret on her head, strolling through the diner, her boots clicking on the slightly sticky and aged floor before she stopped, standing at the empty table as her dark eye flicked around the diner, this was perhaps her best option and at least she wouldn’t be dining alone. Falling gracelessly into the seat across from Lennon and smiling at her. “I’m really only here because they give you coffee for free and I always steal the little packages of honey.” She chuckled lowly, acting as if the two were long lost friends already. “Have you tried red wine mixed with a little honey?” Smacking her lips together to make a kissing sound. “Sent from the heavens above.”

lennon stared at her plate, aimlessly stirring her pasta and barely noticing the person who was standing over her. “um, that seat’s free, if you’re looking to sit somewhere,” she said, gesturing to the empty booth across from her. “if you’re already planning on sitting with someone else, you don’t have to feel obligated to sit there, but if you’re looking to sit somewhere you can feel free to-.” she stopped, she was rambling again. damn it. “you can sit, if you’d like.”

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The unlit cigarette hanging loosely from her crimson red lips as she leaned casually against the brick wall, ignoring the slight scratch that resonated through her body. The hangover from last night festivities slowly setting in, but Alice figured that was merely a good time to have a glass of red and perhaps spend the rest of the day dancing around in her room and perhaps receiving yet another noise complaint from the authorities- something she had yet to take into consideration for her more studious dorm mates. Pushing herself off the wall with the sort of confidence and grace only someone like Alice DeRauge could muster as the other female approached her, readily accepting the syrup induced frozen drink. “Blue power, my favorite.” She drawled out, removing the cigarette from her lips and wrapping her lips around the straw as she eagerly slurped at the frozen substance, ignoring the slight pain that shot through her already aching skull. “You know, I once read that this amount of sugar is almost as addicting as cocaine which I’m completely ratifier with because who doesn’t love a little hedonism.” She chuckled lowly, taking another small sip from the drink, her crimson lips already starting to smudge slightly.

the slushie that libby had picked up for the companion she was long awaiting was now slowly melting in her warm hand, the condensation trickling down her palm. her eyes glancing down at the watch on her wrist every now and then, as if to make time move quicker. libby herself was incredibly punctual, often showing up to every meeting, class, and shift twenty minutes early with a light read to keep her company. the same couldn’t be said for all people, so it seemed… with forty minutes of her time now eaten away, libby accepted her fate. the little catch-up session she had planned to have with her friend certainly wasn’t happening, and now she was slated with two slushies and two frozen hands. bottom lip slightly jutting out, and shoulders sagged libby’s eyes shifted to the figure closest to her, clearing her throat as she extended her the slushie to the other person. “well, my pal slept in on me again, so this is yours for the taking. it’s… blue raspberry. i’m not really sure if that’s your thing but, uh– if i down both of these i’m going to give myself a brainfreeze. believe me though, if i could i would,” she offered feebly with a ghost of a smile playing upon her lips. “i promise i haven’t poisoned it or anything.”

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Alice DeRauge - a European fashion icon

“What kind of bubblegum kingdom have you been blowing lately?”

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The Siren ~ Alice DeRauge

Hello hello!!! I’m Jolie and I am honestly so excited to be here and create some amazing connections with you all, as well as read about and learn about all the amazing characters you have created. Below is some information about my girl Alice, who is also known as The Siren. I’m always here for plots, interactions and creating interesting connections!

A young woman leans against the slightly rusted rails of the small, Parisian apartment, the cigarettes drawn to her ruby red lips as she stares at the world passing by below her, watching as the ash falls from the tip of the cigarette and down to the earth below, the smoke billow up above her as she is caught in the middle of it all. The faint shouts of her parents an echoing reminding behind as she brings the cigarette to her lips once more. If a girl falls in the city, and no one sees; did she really fall?

Alice DeRauge was the only child born to two Parisian artists, them claiming that little Alice was merely a manifestation of their love and their art brought together. She was truly like something from an artists mind, with her pouted lips and wide dark eyes- she was like something from a dream state even as a child.

Despite her parents being passionate people, they did very little to provide for Alice growing up. Their art very rarely selling for a high enough price for them to live contently. The small family of three living in a two bedroom apartment in the heart of Paris where it was always too hot during the summer and too cold during the winter nights. Despite having a small child to care for, they still very much lived under the starving artist mentality. There was always never enough food in the cupboards and empty wine bottles littering the apartment.

Despite the hardships that were faced, Alice was a relatively happy child. The cobblestone streets of Paris becoming her playground, finding kindred spirits among the other children who the world seemed to have left behind. They would run through the streets well into the late evening, stealing candy from corner stores and cigarettes from their parents. They were content with the small lives they had created for themselves but young Alice always craved something more.

As she get older, Alice fell into darker habits. Sharing beds with men twice her age after spending the day drinking two bottles of red wine. The pills were always readily available and she indulged in this small escape, knowing she could get away with it, her parents having a complete disregard for what their daughter truly got up to in the evenings.

Alice was a mere seventeen years old when her mother declared that she was finally leaving her father for good, forced Alice to pack a small duffel bag and shoving a one-way ticket to America in her slightly, hungover face. The brief hug she shared with her father being the last time she saw him as Alice’s mother made promises of a brand new life for both of them.

It didn’t take long for Alice to adjust to American culture. Enjoying the wild parties that were thrown every weekend, the drugs that were happily supplied to her and the various males and females who showed a physical interest in her. She indulged in the popularity she had as being the exotic French girl and everything that was given to her with ease.

She was eighteen when she had first rehab stint, it was the average eight week program that introduced Alice to the twelve steps but really, it just taught her how to be more sneaky about her habits and the things she did when no one was looking for her.

Despite all the issues and the need for rebellion, Alice always managed to get good grades- something that helped her get accepted into St. Etinne on financial assistance, majoring in classic literature and wanting to live like the authors she worshiped growing up. The likes of Jake Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg and the likes of the rest of the beat generation who opposed everything around them.

It was halfway through her second semester when she was sent to rehab once more after a harrowing incident where she was found unresponsive at a frat party. It was there that she met Daisey, the two girls becoming fast friends and confiding deeply in one another about everything they had been through and what they hoped to achieve in life.

What Alice didn’t expect was to return to school and find Daisey acting as if the two were strangers, that they hadn’t spent sleepless nights sneaking cigarettes and talking about everything Alice had never spoken of before; missing her father, missing Paris, her resentment towards her mother- things she would never dare say aloud without the comfort of darkness.

Though Alice merely pushed it aside and acted as if Daisey were nothing more than the spoiled, entitled child everyone else viewed her as. Keeping their stint in rehab together a dark secret, though she would often catch the female eyeing her when she thought Alice wasn’t looking yet no words were ever exchanged between them. The two clearly being from two separate worlds.

The night the incident with Daisey occurred, Alice had reluctantly been attending the party, sneaking outside for a cigarette when she saw a car speeding away and then the commotion from inside. She then spent the next eight hours at the police station with no coffee or cigarette breaks, something that annoyed her greatly.

Down the rabbit hole:

Is very much a hopeless romantic but also a very big cynic due to being jilted in the past, though her heart often overrules her head.

Very much tries hard to live the beatnik lifestyle, resenting modern trends and pretending to despise the use of social media. Dreams of living a wild life like her favorite authors.

Her mother has recently become engaged to a man, something that Alice resents her deeply for. Since moving to America their relationship has become very strained.

Likes to play the role of the femme fatale but often ends up falling for the person she is seducing.

Very much pansexual and open about her attraction to all people.

Has never been able to hold down a steady relationship; either she is too distant for the person or ends up cheating on them or vice versa. Tends to fall into very toxic relationships with people.

Is a popular student yet no one truly knows her. Keeps things very close to her chest.

Rarely seen without a cigarette hanging from her mouth and a glass of cheap red wine.

Often seen wearing a red beret; considers it her trademark.

Misses her father deeply but has not been able to get in contact with him since she left Paris.

Always wanting something more. Never content with what she has.

Is a sucker for a good foreign film and obscure art expeditions.

Is honestly just an overall hot darn mess.