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BUILDING BRIDGES; miss grace johnson.

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grace decided to compile a scrapbook full of photos that she’s taken (and been given by others) to gift to the prodigies when they are accepted into the society. she has handwritten advice, stories, inside jokes, and little notes for each member. she is extremely excited to be able to give it to them and only a few prodigies know it exists. there’s a few opals she’s told about the project but she wants it to be a surprise for everyone in the family.

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GRACE JOHNSON for the STRATHMORE ANNUAL MASQUARADE BALL

(credit to miss anna for the beautiful graphic!)

grace is wearing a stunning diamond inspired silver sparkly dress and simple heels, paired with a black lace mask. she has silver sparkly eyeshadow & a red lip. she decided to go all out for this event and decided to wear something that would take everyone’s breath away.

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THE OPAL SOCIETY CLASS OF 2020

grace takes photographs of her friends often, because she believes memories are precious & she wants to remember all of them, exactly as they are, in this moment. some of these are in her scrapbook and some are up on her walls! she looks at them when she feels sad or uncertain and is reminded that at their core, they are a family.

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outgoing call to: arah 🔪💗

arah: [ bas' light chuckles shushed by arah. ] hm ? yeah, i'm okay. it's hard to hear you. [ the blankets shuffle around her. ] i cracked my phone by accident.

grace: on

accident? [ she takes a second to pause ] i’m raising my eyebrow at you, but you can’t see me. are you sure you’re okay?

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outgoing call to: arah 🔪💗

grace: pickuppickuppickuppickup... oh thank god. you picked up. are you okay?!?!

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grace helena johnson: a study in fashion. pinterest.

grace is very proud of her fashion sense and takes great pride in picking out the perfect outfit on an every day basis. she tends to wear mostly black & neutrals, with some pinks and blues peppered in. she tends to wear clothes that are both modest and sexy at the same time. she adores silks & fake fur, as well as wool sweaters. she also loves wearing dresses one day and suits the next — she’s not afraid to mix feminine and masculine in her wardrobe. she’s almost always wearing heels, even though they usually push her past 6’. sometimes she will wear non-heeled boots or sneakers. she feels as if you cannot ever be overdressed and even her fellow opals have probably rarely if ever seen her in sweats or traditionally “comfy clothes”.

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ft. @kwonyx

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grace was tipsy. not drunk, tipsy. there was a difference, damnit. she knew how to control her drinking. sure, knocking back a bunch of hot toddies with arah probably wasn’t the best idea. but she was having a good time! vibing, as one might say. “ kevin! ” grace smiles brightly as she looks up at the prodigy. “ stuff is great! do you want a drink? the soup’s almost done! ” she gestured to the instant pot. “ it’s vegetable soup. i hope it’ll be good. anyway! welcome! glad you could make it! ”

whomst : @divmvnd​ !! whenst : the night of the great soup party wherest : the kitchen babie

               There were few warnings bestowed upon Kevin, from the passenger’s seat of Rhys’ car. There was just the one, actually: Grace is tipsy. But, where he finds her, with an impressive lineup of drinks one the counter in front of her, she seems… fine, actually. She hasn’t said anything, but she’s not giving off any of the typical warning signs that he’s familiar with. He squints at her, appraising. “Hey,” he greets, drawing out the syllable. “How’s stuff?”

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🍸+ do u think jace is worthy of chloe asking for a friend

“ i don’t think anyone is worthy of chloe. ” once again, the alcohol emboldens her. “ but i mean... you know, that’s just because i think chloe could be with anyone and i would feel that way. i just think she deserves the world... that’s all... ” she trails off for a moment, distracted. “ listen. i love jace. i really do. he’s like... he reminds me a lot of luke. and he has a special place in my heart. he’s wildly smart and sure, he’s good looking. he’s very kind and genuine. and i — i do wish them all the happiness in the world. i think they’re very cute together. ” she pauses, holds up her finger, and takes a large swig of her drink. “ buuuuuuuut. no one deserves chloe. ya know? no one will ever be good enough for her. but of all the people she could’ve picked... i like it. i do. and he’ll also disappear off the surface of this planet without a trace if he ever hurts her!!!!! ” she giggled, taking another sip of her drink. “ that’s all. ” // @enrough @onyxinc

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🍸 + thoughts on rule breaking?

“ why? who’s breaking rules? what do you know? because now you have to tell me. ” she may have been wildly drunk but she suddenly got very serious. “ because i take this society and it’s rules seriously and if you know something, you have to tell me right now. i’m not kidding. i don’t care who it is — no one is above them. everyone is just as responsible as the next. us opals have to be a good example for our prodigies & our prodigies are the people we are handing the society over to next year. and i don’t know about you, but i take that responsibility seriously serious. ” her words are slurred but her eyes are dark fire. “ so tell me! right now! ”

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what was your relationship like with poppy?

“ i loved poppy. ” the words come out easily, dripping from her lips before she can even think. “ love, poppy. as in, i still do. present tense. she’s part of my circlet. so she’s family. but, i mean... when i lost diadem the first time it was genuinely very hard on me. it was one of the only times in my life i had ever failed. actually? it might had been the first time... ” she ponders that for a second. “ anyway. that’s not the point. the point is that... poppy was so genuine and gentle about the entire thing. she was the perfect diadem. and in the end, i couldn’t even be resentful. not at all. poppy is... perfect. she’s full of life and light and... she was who we needed. she was my friend and i miss her. and i’ll do whatever it takes to find her. because we will find her. and she’ll come home. and she’ll live in the room diagonal from mine. and everything will be okay. ”

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🍸+ favorite prodigy besides your own

grace made a face. “ please don’t make me pick a favorite!!! i like a lot of the prodigies. but you know chloe is my favorite so... why would you even ask me that... when you know how i feel...? ” she slurred her words, leaning against the wall. “ listen. i think a lot of the prodigies are great. there’s... alejandra... jace... uhhh... josie!!!! zoya’s great... fred!!!? there’s a fred, right? i swear there was someone named... riley? or... was it... lola? ....sometimes i mix up some of their names... but shhhh. don’t tell anyone that!!! they can’t know!!!!!! i’m getting them all christmas presents... i gotta ask chloe to help me...” she trailed off. “ what was i talking about? anyway. chloe’s great. no one i would rather have as my prodigy. that’s what you asked, right? ”

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how do u feel about ur ex, mister rhys taylor?

“ mister rhys taylor? ” she smiled brightly, letting out a soft laugh. “ i know some people say you can’t be friends with your exes, but i disagree. our relationship has progressed into a really beautiful friendship and i genuinely have so much love for him. sure, we bicker a lot and sometimes i just want to smack him upside the head, but i am really glad he’s in my life. ” she shrugged. “ sometimes... people come into your life for a reason. and i’m grateful he came into mine. ” // @rhystcylor

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what made you choose polisci as ur major? do you regret it?

“ since i’m going to be a two term president of the united states and then a supreme court justice after that, no. i don’t regret it. i think it’s vital to my future career, wouldn’t you say? ”

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≡ = offering a place to stay overnight .

there is alcohol running through her veins but she barely notices it because all she can notice is himhimhimhimhim. he’s so close, she can smell him ( he smells like sunshine & sweet sweat & home ). she can feel his warmth and she just wants to wrap her arms around him and never let go. the world is a bit blurry & her thoughts are hazy, but one thing is clear. she doesn’t want the night to end. she impulsively grabs his hand, giggling out, pulling him close. “ do you — will you —” she tries again, biting at her lip, her eyes shining with something she doesn’t dare say out loud. “ you can stay the night? if you wanted? ” her eyes glance behind her for a moment at the large house behind her and suddenly she’s not sure. is it too much? did she go too far? “ i mean i just — oh fuck it.” her words are jumbled and slightly slurred and she pulls him in for a kiss.

this isn’t their first kiss. this has happened before. it’s been a blame it on the alcohol sort of situation. in the morning, she wakes up with a glass of water and advil on her bedside table and even though she swallows the pills with ease, she feels like there’s something stuck in her throat. and there is. she wants to ask: ‘ do you have feelings for me? ’ ‘ is this just sex to you? ’ ‘ do you feel it too? what we have? what we could have? ’ she wants to say: ‘ i think about you all the time. ’ ‘ i want to wake up next to you every morning. ’ ‘ i love you. ’

but instead, she just kisses him and breathlessly reiterates her invititation to spend the night. one day, she will be brave enough. one day, she will tell him everything. but for tonight, this is enough. // @rcbirth