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Madelyn Cline photographed by Theo Wenner

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renata cortes​.

She spent another solid minute chastising the man about manners and watching where the hell they were going in a slightly raised tone. After all, she was trying to keep the fact that she had a bad temper forgotten. That wasn’t going to be easy when the minute one annoyance walks away, another takes their place. A nightmare dressed like a daydream, none other than Cass Barlow herself. “I have no idea what you are insinuating, I was just offering a much needed lesson in common courtesy so he didn’t get assaulted later tonight by someone with less impulse control.” She hummed the retort in a melodic tone, fake smile perched on her lips. Her eyes flicked over the other woman, analyzing her from head to toe. Not only to pick out the flaws (in which there were little) for ammunition, but also making mental notes of what she liked to steal for the future. “Speaking of impulse control, how is yours fairing these days? Still playing with other people’s toys?” Ren sipped from the straw of the frozen margarita in her hand, giving her a subtle but pointed look.

Cass can’t help herself from laughing at Renata’s comment. “That’s ironic coming from you,” she points out with a tilt of her head. “Isn’t assaulting people kind of your specialty?” For the most part, Cass is honestly over the drama that happened between the two of them. It had been years ago and it had been because of a boy of all things. The blonde knows that she hadn’t been innocent in all of it and had the tables been turned she could’ve easily been the one throwing punches. While Ren gives her a once over, Cass does the same and she’s annoyed to find that if you took away the alcohol stain on her outfit, she doesn’t look bad. Her eyes roll, but she shrugs her shoulders. “No, that was a one off for me,” she hums. Despite everything that could be said about Cassandra, she really wasn’t in the business of fucking other people’s boyfriends. It was a line she should have never crossed in the first place, and she does feel bad about it — but Renata isn’t going to receive an apology about it today. “How have you been, by the way? It’s been a while. Haven’t done many shows together.” Though Cass would have to be living in a cave to not know that Ren was starting her comeback journey. The blonde knows it won’t be long before the other’s career is back in full swing, even if there had been a lull. 

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CLOSED — @thcaellis​

The night has come to the inevitable point where Cass finds herself having had too much fun. Her eyes are glazed, her mind struggling to keep up with her body and she knows the inevitable crash is going to come soon if she doesn’t top up her high. She barely feels her shoulder connecting with someone else’s, turning to shoot the person a glare though it had been entirely her fault. “Hey, watch where the fuck — Thea!” Her entire demeanour changes on a dime. She lights up like a Christmas tree, latching onto her sister’s hand and grinning up at her. In her mind, she is the picture of perfection right now — totally selling the fact that everything is fine. In reality, she looks like a mess and the way she’s smiling at her sister isn’t doing her any favours. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” And it’s only half a lie. Cass had been looking for Thea at one point — but it’s been hours since the older woman had crossed her mind, having been a woman on a mission for the better part of the evening. Her free hand reaches up to play with the end’s of her sisters hair gently. “You look pretty.” At least, she thinks she looks pretty — admittedly, she’s a little blurry.  

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The dynamic between Cass and Alex is one that she doesn't fully understand most days — but then again, there's a lot she doesn't get. Typically, Cass likes to think of herself as a pretty chill person (whether or not she actually is is up for debate) but for whatever reason, Alex just always manages to get under her skin. More often than not she finds herself rolling her eyes at him, annoyed by the things that he says and yet... they keep finding their way into bed together and now her thoughts have made themselves a habit of wandering back to him. It's infuriating.

"I'm watching your date flail around right now," she shrugs, sipping her drink. "It's at least a little entertaining." Despite any of her best efforts, she does find herself giving him a once over. She's annoyed all over again that he does look good. It'd be easier if he looked like shit. Her brows pull together, nose scrunching. "Jesus, Alex. What do you think I am, a junkie?" She hisses. Though it isn't entirely untrue and more often than not, their paths do cross because she's buying something from him. "I wasn't eyeing you. Stop flattering yourself."

Music festivals are about fucking around, doing drugs, listening to music, and doing more drugs. He had a tendency to make friends anywhere he went, probably because he had drugs, but he liked to believe it was because of his charm. Cass Barlow was someone whose skin he was able to get under in a second. He wasn’t even sure why, she irked him, he annoyed her, and somehow it led to them sleeping together? It didn’t make sense, but he wasn’t complaining. It was kinda hot.

He noticed Cass prior to heading towards her, looking his way a bit, wondering if she was looking for a score. He was having a bit of fun with other people prior to heading in Cass’s direction, already noticing the pissy face she was making. He looked behind him when she said she was blocking his view, “Of what?” The crowd wasn’t much of a view, he was a better view. “I saw you eyeing me back there, figured you were looking for a score. Is that why you’re all pissy?” Withdrawal was a bitch. “I know you’re not just looking at me cause I’m good looking.

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Josiah is one of Cassie's favourite people to spend time with. Things are never too heavy, they always have a good time, and she never feels like she has to censor herself or hide the less than pretty parts of herself. At the end of the day, Josiah is almost as big of a mess as Cass is, so it's not like he would judge her for it. Maybe in another life they could've been something more, she finds herself thinking more often than she would admit, but ultimately reminds herself that this is the life they have, and who they are. So instead she enjoys being his friend, letting him drag her through a crowd into a VIP section and away from photographers and prying eyes. She barks a laugh at his question, brow raising. "You've let me down like a hundred times since New Years alone," she dramatizes. "Like four days ago you stood me up for brunch. Had me standing around waiting like one of your Raya girls."

It's not a secret that Cass and Josiah are trouble together. Whether they are on set, at a festival, or in the streets of LA, it didn't seem to matter. He drifted to her like another kind of drug he's never tried. Maybe it's because they're inherently similar, the pair drinking incessantly and taking more drugs than they should be capable of, or maybe it's because she continues to deny him due to his past with her sister. It's fun all the same. "Pink? I should've guessed that. If you do see glow sticks though, get me a blue one," he shakes his head, focusing on pulling them through the crowd again, smiling back at Cass as she swings their hands. He's trying to find an out to head to one of the VIP areas but the crowd clearly got larger since they'd gone in. At least there in the VIP area they'd find somewhere to hide out. "Oh? You doubt me? Me, Josiah Carrington? Have I ever let you down before?" he asks as if it's a challenge and isn't something that he often does for most people in his life-- let them down. Jo taps his back pocket as if it holds the key to the world. And for them-- it sort of does.

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With Renata standing in the middle of the crowd oblivious to the world around her and a drunken party go-er oblivious to the model, Cass had known what was going to happen before it did. Maybe if it was someone else, she would've spoken up and given a warning but seeing as it was Renata.... well, she kept her mouth shut and watched on with amusement. She sips at her own drinking, watching as the other woman berates the stranger before the man in question sheepishly manages to escape the nightmare scenario. "I thought you were supposed to be managing your temper?" Cass pipes up, head tilting at the other and an eyebrow raised. "Though you did manage to resist getting physical with him, so I guess that's an improvement for you, right?" Not that Cass hadn't fully deserved what she'd gotten when she and Renata had their blow up years ago, but she isn't quite ready to admit that yet.

where: trail’s end festival, near the vendors 

who: open

It was never a bad time to take a break and check instagram. She’d given up trying to keep up with notifications, she had someone to weed through that for her now. However, she was interested to see who else was at the festival, what people were saying, and of course, what everyone was wearing. It wasn’t Coachella by any means but it was just important as any other public event. Renata was standing, admittedly closer to the middle of the walkway then off to the side, scrolling through her phone. Until someone rudely bumped into her, that is. Whatever disgusting drink they had in their now empty glass was partially covering the bottom half of her outfit. She yelped in shock and jumped backwards. “Are you serious right now? What is wrong with you? Do you know how much this costs?” Immediately she moved to grab the small microfiber towel she had in her handbag for emergencies and dabbing any sweat off from the heat. She let out a frustrated groan while she dabbed at the damp clothing. “I can’t believe you right now. My legs are going to be all sticky and gross for the rest of the night because of you, thanks a lot.” It wasn’t the nicest response but she had trouble thinking before she spoke, especially after a few drinks. 

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CLOSED — @alcxnovak​ LOCATION — one of the bar’s at the festival, later in the night

Cass is in a mood and that should come as a surprise to absolutely no one. While she’d been enjoying the festival and having a good time, it’s no secret that her moods can fluctuate with the weather going quickly from one extreme to another. Though her soured disposition has little to do with the cool evening night hanging over them, and more to do with a leggy redhead she’d spotted hanging off of Alex for the better part of the night. And then she’d gotten even more irritated because since when does she give a fuck with Alex Novak does with his free time? She’d finished her drink in one go and did her best not to watch the pair out of the corner of her eye — and yeah, maybe she had failed at that but that was her business and no one else’s. She leans against one of the railings, sipping her drink and rolling her eyes when she comes face to face with Alex. “You’re blocking my view,” she deadpans at him, gesturing vaguely to the crowd in front of them. “What do you want?”

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josiah carrington​.

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At the peak of the storm, that’s where Josiah normally finds himself. The wind, the rain, the lightning— it’s just another day in the life of Josiah Carrington. And admittedly, he puts himself there on purpose half of the time. Step whatever: Don’t do drugs. But that went out the window a long time ago. For now, however, he’s enjoying the sun and the dancing, bodies touching and music blaring in his ear drums. Bass bumps through the music festival as he peers over to one of his (seemingly) many dance partners, his eyebrows lifting mischievously at Cass. “Looks like you could use some favors,” he states, his eyes flickering over to the edge of the crowd. “And they’re giving out glowsticks,” he adds sarcastically, holding out his hand to her to make their way through the crowd.

It comes as a surprise to no one that Cassandra Barlow finds herself in the middle of the busiest part of the festival. The sun is warm on her skin and the bass of the band playing thumps so hard she can feel it in the bottoms of her feet, her thoughts clear (or as clear as they can ever be) as she enjoys the music and dances with a group of people. Most of them she knows, but she isn’t entirely sure she would call them her friends. She makes eye contact with Josiah though and feels her own grin lift up in a mirror of his — Josiah she would consider a friend. She laughs, reaching out to intertwine her fingers with his in a motion that comes easily, though she knows it’ll likely spark some kind of rumour online by the end of the day. It wouldn’t be the first time. “Glow sticks?” She echos his later statement though that hadn’t really been the reason he wanted to slip away. “I want a pink one,” she hums, swinging their hands comically between them, holding on tightly so she won’t lose him in the crowd. “We need to find someone or did you come prepared today?” She asks, raising a brow at him. Obviously she’s not talking about glow sticks anymore. 

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do you ever think about this quote by mary lambert because i think about it all the time

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i’m a mirrorball, i can change everything about me to fit in. 

statistics.       biography.       wanted connections.       pinterest. 

FULL NAME: Cassandra ‘Cass’ Barlow

AGE: 26 years old

DATE OF BIRTH: January 9th

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman / She/Her

OCCUPATION: Model

ASTROLOGY: Capricorn sun, Aquarius moon, Leo rising

STRENGTHS: Creative, loyal, outgoing, determined & goal oriented

WEAKNESSES: Impulsive, needy, critical, stubborn, overly analytical 

TL;DR. 

trigger warnings: anorexia, drug abuse. 

Cass is the youngest of the Barlow girl’s and has spent the majority of her life feeling as if she is living in her sister’s shadows. Her father has never quite gotten the hang of actually fathering and her mother seemed so busy with focusing on Brie’s career that Cass often felt like she was slipping through the cracks. Eventually, after spending her entire life being told she’s pretty and nothing else, Cass decided to use that to her advantage and go into modelling. 

Her career began when she was fifteen and thus began her rise into stardom as well as her descent into the party lifestyle that the fashion industry is so well known for. Her career quickly skyrockets and Cass soon becomes a household name, being named as ‘model of the year’ in 2018 and to this day continues to be one of LA’s ‘It Girls’ with the press often running pieces on her and everyone wondering what her next move will be. 

She keeps it pretty well hidden to people who aren’t in the industry, but the last couple years especially Cass has begun to really depend on substance abuse to get her through the days and nights, though she hasn’t quite at a point where she can accept what a problem it has become. Somewhere in her mind she knows that something has to give, but she isn’t there yet. Additionally, her issues with food and disordered eating have also begun to get worse than they ever have. Cass finds herself tired in most of her downtime and sometimes wonders if this life is something she really wants to continue, but she doesn’t know what else she could do. 

Ideally, she would like to get out of modelling and start her own company of some kind. She leans towards some sort of make-up or skin care line, but right now it’s just a fantasy. While Cass is smart underneath the dumb blonde, party girl persona she plays up for the media and her brand, she lacks the confidence in herself and her abilities to actually pull the trigger on something like this and honestly, her personal life is too much of a mess right now for it to work anyways. 

MISC. FACTS.

She’s currently living with Brie in Beverly Hills and has been for the better part of the last year, but she still has her luxury apartment in West Hollywood she had been living in before. Over the last year it’s become more of a glorified closet and storage unit, but she’s been known to sleep off the occasional bender or take a hook up there rather than to Brie’s place when she doesn’t want to hear her sister bitch. 

Cass is bisexual and biromantic. She came out of the closet via an instagram post in 2017 despite any urging from her mother and agent not to. While it was met with some initial backlash from closed minded people, it was mostly positively received and actually resulted in all of her social media followings increasing.

She can come across as an airhead and often plays into the dumb blonde stereotype that comes with her looks, but Cass is a smart person even if it doesn’t always translate well in words. She’s a very creative person and has been known to be quick on her feet when it comes to problem solving. 

Grew up riding horses and still has her horse. She is a chestnut quarter horse with white markings on her face named Poppy. Cass visits her as often as she can, striving to go at least once every few weeks if her schedule allows. The boarding stable is one of the few places these days where she can really allow herself to relax. She doesn’t have any other pets, though she has played with the idea of getting a small dog. She doesn’t fully trust herself with the responsibility. 

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Madelyn Cline photographed by Amy Harrity