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“At least recognize that I did try, okay? Not all of us are artsy fartsy like you weird fucks.”

“What?, you can't be serious” Pippa was just joking, but the girl apparently took it personally “It was a joke, chill. And we are not weird fucks, we just do our thing, I’m sure you do yours, sure not drawing”

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“Aww…That’s a cute name.” Lena kindly complimented Pippa, smiling softly as their walk was continued. “I’m Lena. It’s my first year here. What major are you in?”

“Well thank you, got the looks and got the name, life surely is easy” Pippa just loved joking using quotes her mother told her during her childhood. Most people didn’t notice the sarcasm, but she couldn’t care less. She loved her mother, and lord knows she had a good laugh with the woman “Yours is pretty too. Oh so, welcome to Princeton, I hope you are enjoying it as much as I do. I’m a journalism major, junior”

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“Yep, I’m one of those people. I need my morning coffee, I have a visual arts project to finish today.” She chuckled, walking with the girl to the next cafe.“So, what’s your name?”

“So you are a visual arts student...”Pippa was really fond to art peple, she was one herself, and since she was an art critic and wanted to do it professionally, she felt excited whenever the chance appeared. However, she was just meeting that girl, she needed to be normal and polite first “Oh, sure, I’m sorry, I’m Philippa Fitzgerald, you know, like the writer, but people call me Pippa. And you are...?”

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Lena teasingly shook her head. “I like taking advantage of people’s favors.” After knowing the girl didn’t have money, she agreed. “Yeah sure. The coffee’s here overpriced and they sometimes burn it. Want to walk out with me?” She said, pointing to the exit.

“My mother warned me about people like you, but I guess I never learn, do i?” She laughed rolling her eyes as her mother used to do when she was sick of her being, well, her “Sure, let’s go, I just need to get my morning coffee otherwise I won’t be able to make it through the day”

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“Honey, I’m an art crtic journalist, you can’t ask me that. This abstract concept goes far beyond my knowledge”

“Come on, you’re not stupid! You can guess what this is. Don’t make me look like I can’t draw in front of all these people.”

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Lena handed the phone to the young woman, smiling warmly. “Maybe if you gave me a couple of dollars? I forgot to bring money and they don’t accept credit cards here. I’ll pay you back if you want.” She stood in line in the cafe.

“A couple of dollars? And I thought this was just a kind gesture” For sure she had no problem at all handing the girl some money, but she liked teasing. She opened her wallet and started looking for cash, but realize she had only her creit card with her “Well, isn’t this problematic. Wanna go somewhere else so I can pay you for the phone thingy?”

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College was tiring and she could generally just deal with it very succesfully. However, and though she had been prepairing for college stress since she was 10, she was not prepared at all for empty and rude complaining from annoying people, which she have been obligated to deal with since she started writing the arts column at Princeton’s newspaper. She had not being in line for just five seconds when an angry drama student aproached and started yelling at her for the harsh review she wrote about her play “I just want my coffee” She said almost in a whisper. Pippa wasn’t the rude kind of journalist, but she was honest and wanted a good reputation, writing that article made her feel guilty at first, but a bad play is a bad play. 

The girl started yelling even more, and the entire cafeteria started looking at them in the line. Irritated and not in the mood for a public scandal, Pippa turned around “Look, I’m sorry, but a bad play is a bad play, the script didn’t sucked, the acting sucked. I’m just doing my job, you should do yours as well, so go to your room and learn the difference between acting  and just reading the lines with a lame and not even good Anne Hathaway  impression”

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bianca: your snapstory...

bianca: it's horrible

bianca: please please please delete it asap

pippa: hun, you do realize you are asking a journalist to delete her story right?

pippa: just kidding

pippa: is not that bad though

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“Oh my, you are a life saver, and angel. I’m expecting a very important call and without this” She said pointing at her phone “I would be a dead woman” Actually, if the girl asked what the call was about, she would’ve probably laughed. Pippa was waiting for a call from her mother confirming tickets for a broadway show she was dying to attend to. Either way, she smiled “So, who do I owe the favor?”

“Hey.” She muttered. “You forgot to get your phone, someone could have took it.” The young woman held it in her hand.

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 ❝ [ & ; * - natalia dyer] isn’t it weird how close { philippa fitzgerald } resembles { natalia dyer }? damn, i heard they are { 20 } years old and a { junior } studying { journalism }. rumor has it { philippa } is { heterosexual } and is a { pledge } of { pi gamma phi}. i heard they are known as { the independent woman } and their party anthem is { galway girl} by { ed sheeran }. — wanda / 19 / she/hers / gmt 3 ❞ 

Hello lovely people, I’m Wanda and I’m playing Pippa or Philippa, I think she’ll go by Pippa though. I’m still writing her bio, but here are some useful facts about her. Also I’d love to plot with everyone so my mail box is open! I’ll be sure to post and reply starters

Pippa is “the golden girl” but she is so not aware of it, she just exists for herself and her goals. She is very independent, sweet and polite and some boys used to say she was unreachable, because she seemed to be unaware of others. But she is. She is just busy with college, the school’s paper, volunteering, reading, going to social or artevents, working on projects, participating in a theatre group, etc.

Pippa was born in NY and though she is in love with the city, she wanted to live the whole college experience, including the “living alone” part of it. Princeton was her dream since ever, influenced by her Princeton alumni family members, meaning, everyone.

She loves journalism, loves doing research and reading. She is sneaky, well driven, and loves the academic life, however she also likes hanging out. She believes in the importance of a social life, and enjoys it. “Middle point” is her motto, so she likes having the best of both worlds. Classic overachiever though

Though her family could be considered wealthy, she doesn’t really care or brags about it.

She is not the kind of girl who dates, not because she is afraid of commitment, but because most of the time people just can’t catch up with her, or so she believes. She is always doing something,doesn’t really have any kind of standards for boys because she doesn’t feel like dating occupies an important spot in her goals, “if it happens it happens, if not, whatever”. Though deep inside she is a hopeless romantic. On the other hand, she is always been afraid of prospects meeting her family, since they do hace high standards and do not let people into their family circle easily

She is not the sorority kind of girl, but she find the phenomena quiet interesting. Besies her mother was in said sorority herself and the legacy means a lot to her.

She is really into arts, she is kind of an art freak. She loves attending performing arts shows and art galleries, and also participating in plays. Theatre is a huge deal for her since she was little