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Semi hiatus during the summer

I will be working at summer camp this summer and will only be on a few times a week. Friday evenings, Saturday and Sunday mornings I will be on as usual. I will try to do replies on my break but I have 11 roleplay blogs so I will be cycling through them. Love you all!! Shadae

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Gatsby looked down from his window watching the crowd of people that had entered his home. His eyes scanned the crowd as if he was looking for something, someone. It was on this night that he would take the first step to regain his past, to finally make contact with his lost golden girl.

His back was to the door as it creaked open and he didn't turn around at first. He stood watching a second more as Jordan's voice sounded. After a few moments he ripped his gaze from the party and focused on his guest. "Please have a seat." he said motioning to the nearest chair. He looked at the servant and then to the woman, "Can I get you anything before we start?"

This conversation was going to take some time but it was one of the most necessary things he would ever do. He moved over to the chair across from her as he ran his intended dialogue several times through his head. Everything had to be just right. "Thank you for joining me." he said after a few silent moments, "I wasn't sure if you had left yet, are you enjoying the party?"

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The shriek of fireworks set off in the dark sky resonated among the grand palace that rested upon the land of West Egg, exploding in a flurry of bright, prismatic sparks, eliciting bouts of thrill from the endless faces that witnessed the enchanting spectacle. Amazement and awe twinkled in their drunk, easy-going eyes and smiling mouths, absolutely enamoured by the show unveiled before them.

Lost in the colorful and rambunctious sea revealed two observant figures standing beside each other, also witnesses to the glamourous and flashy sight, taking in the deafening yet delighted cheers and shouts of their fellow party-goers while consuming the fine liquor that swished lazily about in the expensive cups held in their hands.

“Truly a wonder, isn’t it?” Jordan remarked to her companion, turning her head to see a breathless expression etched on his naive lips and charmed eyes, seeming to be taken by the allure of it all.

A nod of his head answered her inquiry, to which she gave somewhat of a smug smile, satisfied by this. These parties that were held every Saturday night were truly sights to behold. Majestic is what the famous golf champion perceived these parties as. They were whimsical; graced by an opulent touch of magic with a fluttering burst of fervent energy, dancing in the dangerously hypnotic flames lit by the eternal wave of shimmering bodies and shadowed silhouettes that moved before them, cloaked in glittering jewels and delicate silks.

The lights that sparked the night went on as they watched together. Pressing the rim of her wineglass to her painted red lips, the dark-haired beauty took another drink of her beverage silently.

Then, a figure approached her, to which she cast a glance and noticed that it was one of the house butlers. 

He spoke in a low tone. “I beg your pardon, Ms. Baker. Mr. Gatsby would like to speak to you alone.” 

Her eyes widened slightly, taken aback for a moment in surprise. “Me?”

“Yes, ma’am.” 

He left them quickly, and she turned to face Nick, who seemed rather puzzled. She looked over her shoulder to see Gatsby standing at his window, overlooking the party, with an impression that he awaited her arrival. 

She began to walk off, glancing at Nick briefly, seeming just as clueless. She headed off hesitantly at first, but then went forward in the direction of his whereabouts, wondering what he wanted. 

When she entered his office, he welcomed her in and offered a seat, to which she accepted, seating herself upon one of the large leather armchairs. 

“I was told you called for me,” The young woman stated, setting her glass aside. “You need something?”

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Mun needs you!

I need y'all's help

Okay, so I am going to be working at Girl Scouts camp this summer and I am required to have a staff name. I get to pick it but I can’t decide. O: I would like you guys to help me out by voting on 1 of the five names below:

Swarley

Captain

Hawke

House

Gatsby

Your cooperation would be so helpful! :3 So, what do you think?

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Send me "(NAME) and you are gonna be parents!" and My character will respond.

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I came for my favorite character ever and stayed for the spectacular show, old sport.

I'm flattered.

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Describe my blog in terms of "came for the _____, stayed for the _____"

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I meant Daisy, I apologize, was distracted.

Well regardless of Daisy's feelings for me I still have feelings for her. I don't think I'll ever quite love again.

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Draw me like one of your old sports

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If Darcy doesn't love you, why don't you take that Olivia girl on a propper date?

Who is Darcy, old sport?

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» send me asks!

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"Right, Nick it is." He rocked anxiously on his heels as he looked down at the sea of people. No matter how "great" his parties were, Daisy never showed up. He strived to make them better in the hope that she would become so intrigued, it'd be impossible for her to stay away. "There can always be more..." Gatsby whispered. He looked back to Nick, wondering what her colloquial language meant. "Where are you from?" he asked curiously.

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“Nick’s fine,” She said, raising her glass slightly to drink the last of the alcohol in it as she listened to Gatsby. “Better? I really don’t even think you can top this. It’s pretty freakin’ incredible already, don’t change it, really. You’re doin’ a pretty bang up job.���

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Notice: This blog is multi-ship friendly.

All ships are AU.

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"A pleasure to meet you, NickWalsh." Gatsby chuckled and folded the handkerchief before sticking it back into his pocket, "It's quite alright. I understand." He looked down at the many guests in the pool and smiled, "I tend to be the one watching." Looking back to the girl he raised an eyebrow, "Do you have any suggestions?" he asked, "On how I could make the parties better?"

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“Oh, no I’m sorry I don’t pay too much attention… I’m a total klutz, uh-” Her brows furrowed at the mention of his name. Never once had she met him the many times she had attended a party of his. Not once. And she had been quite a few times as well. “Gatsby? Wow, well it’s finally nice t’meet ya’. I’ve came so many times, and never once have I even seen ya’ around. Either you’re good at hiding, I’m oblivious, or we just haven’t happened to be at the same place at the same time… but none the less it’s nice t’meet ya’,” She repeated. “Name’s NickWalsh..”

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"I have been troubled lately." Gatsby whispered, "She doesn't love me." He looked to his confidant and sighed, "Daisy doesn't love me."

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