#callista singh

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CALLISTA SINGH. college junior; twenty. naomi scott. OPEN.

and, as claire standish once said:

“Why? 'Cause I'm telling the truth, that makes me a bitch?”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

If any idiom could describe Callista Singh, it would have to be the age long ‘Appearances can be deceiving.’. Because yes, while it appeared that the Callista Singh was living the dream— her dream was quite honestly a nightmare that she was just dying to wake up from. 

On first glance, you’d probably be asking yourself what was so bad about Callista’s life. The young woman was to Rosewood what Paris Hilton was to Beverly Hills. The child of two Academy Award winning actors, she never found herself without. In fact, if she wanted something, she would usually get it at the snap of a finger or the swipe of a black card. She had people who waited on hand and foot for her, surprisingly given she wasn’t the nicest of people. Actually, that’s putting it nicely— Callista Singh was a nightmare. 

But Callista was well known for taking her entourage on extravagant vacations to exotic locations and gifting those closest to her with only the best, so it most of Rosewood clamor to be a part of her tight knit social circle. Or at least, that’s how they appeared to be. Because, if you removed the expensive champagne and backstage passes to the best concerts— you’d find that Callista and her friends didn’t have anything to talk about. Those people weren’t there for her, they were there for what they could get from her. 

You see, the glamour definitely had a way of disguising just how badly her life was crumbling behind the scenes. Aside from the circle of so called ‘friends’, she had a boyfriend. Her boyfriend was just about perfect. He was a member of the Ravenwood Ravens, had one of the best GPA’s in their class; he was adored through out Rosewood and their relationship was often referred to as ‘goals’ but what Rosewood didn’t get to see was how he’d grip onto her arm during their private disputes and how that would tend to leave a sizable bruise. They didn’t see how he’d break her phone if she didn’t allow him access to it. They didn’t hear the insults he’d throw her way on their car rides. All they saw was the picture of love and opulence that they showed off for all to see. 

And you would think that her parents would have caught wind of what was happening to their child, but her parents were oblivious. More so now that they were currently attempting to figure out what would become of their family. You see, the Singhs were also going through their own relationship problems. Callista often joked that the only thing that’d kept her parents together for as long as they’d been was the numerous kids they’d adopted in their years together. But there seemed to be some actual truth to that, as she could see her parents drifting further and further apart with their kids being the only thing that they had in common. 

So with everyone happening in her life, Callista found herself in need of an outlet. And she’d figured out what that outlet would be the day she’d managed to walk out of The Find with a pair of vintage Chanel sunglasses perched on the top of her head. Now she knew she probably should have gone back to return them, but it felt good to get something for free... especially when life appeared to be taking so much from her. 

Callista lifted frequently, enjoying the rush she got from it. It made her feel alive, but she would soon find out that there was indeed a price for that rush. She got nabbed attempting to steal thirteen hundred dollars in merchandise from The Curated. Which had been quite the public ordeal; as she was hauled off in a police cruiser, had a mugshot taken and actually had to go to court for what she’d done. Of course, she’d gotten off lightly given that the family lawyer pulled in a favor but the public stigma had been more than enough. Her so called friends refused to be seen with her, her boyfriend dumped her given he couldn’t be associated with such a negative influence and if that wasn’t all bad enough, she had to spend her Saturdays in court ordered group therapy. 

Although, despite her complaints about being forced to be in attendance... she couldn’t deny that therapy had actually been what she needed. Now, she wasn’t at all as open to the process as some of the other members of the Breakfast Club but their willingness to be open had definitely made her look into her life and confront things that she’d been scared to for quite some time. 

Despite that though, Callista still refused to be seen or associated with any of them or their little makeshift island of misfit toys. That especially being the case with one, Jorge Benítez or just Benítez, as he often enjoyed to remind her. 

DURING THE PARTY;

Callista Singh loved parties. They were sort of her thing. You see, there wasn’t a party in Rosewood that wasn’t made the moment to be at without her presence. So, she had to be in attendance of tonight’s festivities. Sure, she might have not been personally invited, but that’s an oversight she was willing to make, for the sake of the party after all. 

She knew that the moment she stepped into that event, all would be forgiven. Worst things had happened in Rosewood, was it really going to hold her mistake against her forever? She didn’t think so. So she threw on a dress that made her look like she’d stepped right off of a runway, borrowed one of her father’s many luxury vehicles and arrived at the party with the most expensive bottle of champagne she could procure with such short notice. 

But what she’d come to find out was that no one was interested in her flawless dress or the car she’d driven to the event. Hell, even her bottle of champagne had been looked over as if it’d been some cheap gas station Rosé. Had she really fallen this far? Well, if they weren’t going to enjoy her champagne, she certainly would. She didn’t need Rosewood, please. She was a name, world-wide. As she leaned against the kitchen counter, drinking and looking over her contacts in hopes of being able to fly out of Rosewood for the weekend and showing everyone just how fine she was without their approval— she found herself sharing the space with one of the members of the Breakfast Club. 

Adeline Chadwell.

She truly didn’t understand how she’d been able to just let it go. She’d once been one of the most popular people in Rosewood, adored by all and now she was a no one in their eyes. But despite that, she was happy. Maybe, she did have some things to learn from the woman in front of her. As much as it pained her to think that their therapist was probably right. 

But just as Adeline had enlighten her, she decided to gift her with some enlightenment as well. That being that she seriously had to do something about what was happening between Ainsley and herself. Clearly they were into each other, anyone and everyone could see that. 

alternate faceclaims and prompts.

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"You seem like you know what you're getting into. I don't have anymore questions. Do you have any?" At least it seemed Darius had been more up front with the guileless girl than with himself.

"No. Mr Singh told me all about what it was like when Mrs. Singh bit him."

Although the girl's bubbly nature actually made him appreciate Nolan's reticence, Cal wondered about the other end of the bargain. Callista's questions about his mother made Cal want to ask Darius what he knew about his father, but he didn't particularly want that information revealed in front of the garrulous girl.

"Oh," Lisette said and drew a creased sealed envelope from her pocket. "I'm supposed to give you this."

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alternate fcs and prompts for callista? and how long do we have to apply for her?

Thank you so much for your interest in Callista; I’ll be answering all of your questions. 

Alternative fcs; 

as of right now, I’d like to keep her Naomi Scott and she had quite enough resources so yeah, Naomi will be staying Callista but expect this edited if we find someone suitable for her.

Prompts;

Rich Girl: Callista is a character that’s quite luxurious. But as her bio states; that’s all very much a front for a lot of challenges she faces behind the scenes. I’d love to see a para sample that highlights the difference between her outward appearance to that of what she’s experiencing behind closed doors.

Lipstick Trick: I want to see your take on Claire’s iconic lipstick trick that she shows off to the members of The Breakfast Club (1985) but made modern. Honestly, anything that has to do with a Breakfast Club sessions would make for quite the read. As her bio states; she’s quite apprehensive about the entire experience... but yet, she does find herself liking the people she’s surrounded by. 

Outcast: What happens to her at the party. That in itself is a writing prompt. Let us see how Callista takes being shunned by Rosewood’s golden children when she was very much a member of that circle just weeks before. 

Acceptances; 

All The Breakfast Club characters will be accepted this Friday!!!

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fright night in rosewood heights ;

Many might not admit it for the sake of their egos, but the beginning of October signals the tense wait for invitations to the best Halloween parties Rosewood has to offer. One of the most exclusive being the annual bash thrown by none other than it girl Callista Singh. No expense is ever spared for the spooktacular event at the Singh estate, and this year is no different-- only for some mysterious reason, the invitation pool has been opened up to all tiers of the social ladder. A bookkeeping error, perhaps, or is something else afoot with Ms Singh?

Red water and severed heads adorn the fountain in the middle of the long driveway. Floating candles and a smoke machine set off the orange hued main room, and guests have their option to mingle with black vodka infused drinks or explore the basement-turned-haunted house, complete with actors who will go to any length to provide a scare. Each area of the mansion and the sprawling grounds has its own theme-- among them a haunted circus, a zombie infested graveyard, an evil scientist’s lair, and a midnight meeting of witches. If the dance floor is more to their taste they’ll find it beneath the black disco ball, undead shot girls passing out syringes of their alcohol of choice. Will blood rain down at the stroke of midnight? That one’s for Carrie White to decide. Photo booths have been set up around the mansion to commemorate the night, but enter them at your own risk lest they be cursed to predict your untimely demise.

The most important stipulation on the invitation? No costume, no entry.

MORE INFORMATION ;

Thank you to Autumn for helping with this year’s Halloween party! 

If you would like to suggest an event at any point, either message the main or contact Admin Brando on discord.

The event will start at 8PM EST, Friday October 30th and run until 12:01AM EST, Thursday November 5th

As always, be sure to tag your costumes with #chwhalloween

COMING SOON: 2gen will be returning next weekend, so hit up the 2gen fcs channel on discord with any changes (but please triple check the masterlist spreadsheet before you start burying me alive lmao).

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the votes are in! ;

Along with a new school year at Ravenwood comes a reshuffle of the student government. With the student body perhaps more fired up than ever to facilitate change, Jasper Hutchinson and Odessa McCarthy-Saxton have been successful in their bid for leadership thanks to glowing recommendations from faculty as well as the results from an impressive election campaign over the summer. Also joining the council will be the likes of Callista Singh, Tate Ahadi, Serena Stein, Agnes Cohen, Chanel Horowitz, Blue Banks, and Penn Orville– though a number of spots are still available should anyone be up for the challenge. Jasper will be taking expressions of interest throughout the night.

As a joint celebration of the victory and also the return to school, a party is being held at the Horowitz residence while Chanel’s father is out of town on a business trip. This one is a little less volatile than last week’s party on the South Side, but that doesn’t mean by any stretch that it can’t have its own fair share of noteworthy happenings.

MORE INFORMATION;

Thanks go to Ari for the inspiration for this event! If you would like to suggest an event at any point in the future, either message the main or contact Admin Brando on discord.

The party starts Friday 8PM EST, and will end on Tuesday 11:59PM.

As mentioned above, if you would like your character to be involved with the student government you are more than welcome! Just have them bring it up with Jasper at some point through the event.

As always, tag any looks with #chwstyle

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this summer’s musical: HADESTOWN ;

Auditions and callbacks have been and gone, rehearsals are underway, and this year’s showrunners Jarrah Rahimi, Day Farell, and Tallulah Turnblad likely won’t get a decent night’s sleep until the last curtain closes. Tickets are now on sale for the week long run of shows at the Sheep’s Meadow Open Air Theatre, with the premiere booked for August 15th.

STARRING:

AUSTIN RAPP as ORPHEUS

GENEVIEVE YOUNG as EURYDICE

SAGE BARNES as HERMES

EMORY JEFFERS and TWO BIT MALDONADO as HADES

CALLISTA SINGH as PERSEPHONE

with 

PERRIE CRUZ, DOVE MITCHELL, JAVIER CASTILLO, and HAVEN CURRIERE as THE FATES

HAILEY VAN BUREN, LEO JACKSON, KIERAN PARSONS, ARDEN ATKINS and MARIELA ALVES as the WORKERS CHORUS

BACKSTAGE:

HAIR & MAKE UP: OCTOBER ADDAMS, BEVERLY LEÓN and ROSIE KANG

COSTUMING: MARINA LISBON, PERCY FINCH and MELROSE VINCENT

ORCHESTRA: MOLLIE FITZGERALD and TESSA LISBON

SOUND & LIGHTING: GORDON WALLACE, WYATT SAUGIS and LELAND PALMER

SET DESIGN: TAISSA MANAYING, MILES WALSH and WILLOW BALCOIN

VIDEOGRAPHY/PHOTOGRAPHY: RADLEY WALSH and BEHATI FINN

MORE INFORMATION;

Even if any particular character of yours is not mentioned above, you are still more than welcome to have them involved if you wish! Feel free to place them in any backstage or chorus role as you see fit.

As mentioned above, the actual musical will be taking place in a few weeks so use the time between now and then to write some rehearsal threads and such.

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most wanted

Thank you for your succinct message... Characters I'd most like to see on the dash as follows:

American Pie: Schmidt Stifler

The Basketball Diaries: Lennon Carroll

Bring It On: Imani Sullivan, Moxie Saito

The Breakfast Club: Barrett Johnson, Callista Singh

Center Stage: Jacy Sun

Clueless: Taissa Manaying

Coyote Ugly: Scarlet Vinson

The Craft: Saskia Bishop

Drop Dead Gorgeous: Luna Stower

The Goonies: Rowan Wang

The Lost Boys: Marlo Reyes

She’s All That: Zeke Sweeney

St Elmo’s Fire: Juno Nam

The Virgin Suicides: Bridget Lisbon

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I hate it. I hate having to go along with everything my friends say.

A NOTE FROM ADMIN R: Oh Autumn! You most definitely snapped on this application. Let me tell you, this gave me more than enough to let me know that you not only know who Callista is but for me to trust you with this character. I can not wait to see what you do with her from here on out.

OOC NAME/ALIAS, PREFERRED PRONOUNS, AGE & TIMEZONE:

autumn, 23, she/her, est 

DESIRED CHARACTER:

callista singh! 

HOW ACTIVE WILL YOU BE?

i’m living that quarantine life right now so probably an 8! 

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER:

There’s more than meets the eye when it comes to Callista Singh. Her persona has been carefully crafted since she was eight years old, the year of her mother’s momentous fourth Oscar win. If her parents have taught her anything, it’s that the world’s a stage and she has a role to play. To be a dutiful daughter, a role model for their younger fanbase, and a prize show pony, as far as she’s concerned. What she felt or wanted didn’t really matter -— her life had been decided before she even got a say. There are moments where she can remember family getaways to exotic locales, just before her parent’s careers had exploded, and sandcastles made with painstaking care. Five grinning, sun worn faces beaming through a faded photograph. That serenity didn’t last longer than it took for them to land back on the tarmac, and as Callista grew older, those moments became so few and far between that they’re only distant memories now. 

She can pinpoint the exact moment everything changed, the first fleeting moment that her classmates had mobbed her for information after being spotted on a red carpet. After a few roles in popular TV shows and movies, she was practically a household name herself. As Callista entered high school and then later university, her queen bee status was cemented. After all, she had an advantage other girls didn’t have. She didn’t have to stay up late poring over magazines or rewinding teen movies in the hopes that it could be them. Not when she could be there herself; front row at New York Fashion Week, access to practically any movie set in the world. You name it, she got it. She didn’t have to pretend to be royalty -— she was royalty. In her mind, anyways, and she made sure everyone knew it. It didn’t matter that sometimes she could barely recognize herself or that her friends didn’t have a single interesting thing to say. It didn’t matter that more often than not she cried herself to sleep, or that people wouldn’t show up if she wasn’t paying because despite the glitz of her money, she wasn’t really a nice person. But none of that mattered.. She was on top, right where she belonged. 

Callista had never really had to work hard for anything. She was talented enough to keep booking roles here and there, smart enough to do well in school and pretty enough to land the most perfect boy in school. The perfect, beautiful boy that put his hand through the drywall inches next to her face, his breath hot and furious on her neck. The gifted boy she didn’t recognize sobbing an apology into her chest, even though they knew the cycle would repeat itself again. But none of that mattered, because to everyone else, they were perfect and she wasn’t going to do a thing to jeopardize that image. After all, who was she without it? Her path had been laid out for her, even if it wasn’t something she was sure that she wanted. Marry an obnoxious, overtly polished former frat boy with good connections, pop out a few brats and secure a place in the family legacy.  The one concession her family allowed was that she could attend Ravenwood for writing. Since she was little, she had been filling notebooks with stories that seemed to pour out of her. It started as a way to lull herself to sleep as after parties raged on downstairs and then took a life of its own. It was the only thing that had ever been truly hers. 

Everything was going to plan. Everything was perfect -— if you ignored the bruises or the fact that no one in her family had spoken actual words in days. She could feel the pressure mounting, the weight of all her obligations finally wearing her down but it wasn’t until she walked into her father’s office one day that it all truly snapped. Callista thought she was interrupting a therapy session but what she had really been interrupting was an oral service of a very different kind. Her father had begged for her silence at first before turning to accusations and threats that she would be the one to ruin the family if she told. After a few weeks of sleepless nights, she broke eventually. Callista didn’t know what she had been expecting but the truth had only been met with a coldness that she had never seen before, almost as if Callista herself had committed the betrayal. The Singh household had never been the oasis that they advertised it to be but now every second in their house felt like being in a warzone. Still, her mother stayed, and they had never talked about it again. 

Being of their status, her parents had always said that there were certain things they could get away with, certain directions that were easier to hide, which was something she was learning firsthand. Callista Singh was officially going down a bad road. Not only did she have to do court mandated therapy, but her parents had to do some serious damage control to boost their image and they were not going to let her forget it. After a generous donation to Ravenwood, her major was changed from writing to a dual degree in fashion design and business administration, with a minor in performance arts. Something serious, understated, and ready to show that she would be on course to not being a huge family disappointment. At first, Callista was extremely resistant to therapy and tried everything she could possibly think of to get out of it. There was no way she was going to bare her soul to one stranger, let alone a room of them. Not that she’d ever admit it but the therapy has been helping and she’s grown an attachment to the Breakfast Club. There are few people that she would give the St Laurent shirt off her back to, and they definitely make the list -— even if she refuses to talk to them in public unless it’s an emergency. Still, slowly but surely, she’s coming around to their strange ways. Except for Jorge Benitez. She’s convinced that he’s always going to be a huge pain in her ass. 

personality: 

Growing up, she had been a sweet, pensive child who was content to spend her days raiding her father’s library. But as her parent’s influence loomed larger in her life, Callista found that softness transformed itself into something sharper. It’s not that she’s heartless exactly, it’s just that she learned to use her heart less. As the Singhs’ infamy grew, so did Callista’s attitude. She can still recall the rejection of her first audition. She can still hear her mother’s cold tone, “you just weren’t good enough.” Being the youngest of a family of overachievers was already challenging but that moment pricked at the insecurities that had sparked in the back of her mind; she wasn’t pretty enough or original enough or just enough. At that moment, she realized that she never wanted to feel that way again, not if she could help it. 

Despite a cold exterior and a perfected resting bitch face, she’s very sensitive and takes a lot of things to heart. She’ll often mull over something long after it’s happened and ponder how things could have turned out differently. In constant need of control, Callista has a carefully crafted set of rules and expectations for hers and others to follow, even if she would never own up to it. Typically, there are very few people that are able to elicit a reaction she can’t quite control, Jorge Benítez is definitely one of them. For reasons she can’t explain, there’s something about him that just curls right under her skin and lingers for longer than she’d like to admit. 

There are lots of rumours floating around about Callista and her dating escapades. She’s even gotten into publicity relationships to appease her parents. But truly, she’s only ever been intimate with her ex boyfriend. She’s a hopeless romantic, and only wanted to give herself to someone special, not that her ex particularly fit that description. Callista is a true matchmaker at heart, which is why she’s dying to get Ainsley and Adeline together. Even if it’s partially so that she can say “I told you so!”

As someone who has always had to adhere by a strict social order, she can come off as standoffish and cruel at times to people outside of her circle. To those in her circle, she’s charming and polished, never a hair out of place. Her fall from grace is unlike any pain she’s ever imagined. Not because she particularly cared about her inner circle on more than a surface level but because without that designation, she doesn’t really know she is. But now for the first time in her life, it’s looking like she can start to figure it out. 

 SAMPLE WRITING:

fuck. Despite callista’s best efforts, the purpling on the inside of her arm wasn’t going away. Fingertips skittered over the spot before gently tracing down to the bruises littering her hips. It was the most careful she had been with herself in awhile. It wasn’t like it still hurt. The aching had faded a long time ago. The additions to her skin had been met with shock at first, bordering on indignance, but even that had turned to numbness.Tired eyes drifted shut for a second, unbidden memories rushing around the walls she had tried to put up. At first, she had looked at him marking her as a symbol of love. Hickies were placed into her collarbone, kisses pressed after it. But it didn’t stay that way for long. Then it was rough hands tugging at her, asking what she had done to make that guy look at her that way. The hits had started coming below the belt, in places nobody could see. But as time went one and no one seemed to notice, or even protest, he got braver. His symbols of love started blooming higher and higher on her body until she wondered if she was just making it up, if the people around her just couldn’t see. The lies came easily -— i fell again, can you even believe how clumsy i am, i have to wear these sunglasses because cheap fluorescent lighting gives me a headache. 

There’s a part of her that’s glad she got caught because she didn’t know if she would have the courage to leave otherwise. She would be stuck like her mother was, a cry for help never fully formed on her lips. The other part of her missed her old life. Callista Singh had never been one to shy away from attention but she was learning that there was such a thing as bad publicity. A shiver still ran down when she thought of her first public appearance. She had been agonizing over the perfect outfit for days. After all, making an entrance was a Callista Singh staple but as she walked over, their faces seemed to shift in unison. It was a look she recognized but couldn’t put a finger on. But it hit her just a second later; she had been guilty of giving that look herself. A clear cut signal that whoever you were, you didn’t belong. It was all so sudden that she did the unthinkable: she backed down and for the first time, found herself regretting what she had done. 

The first time she lifted, it had been an honest to God accident. As Callista realized the sunglasses were still perched on her fresh blowout, her blood went cold. But as big eyes darted around, she realized that there was another feeling filling her chest -— pure, unadulterated adrenaline. She was always so controlled, aware of every single little detail. Honestly, couldn’t remember the last time she had really enjoyed herself at a party. Lifting was something else that she was good at, something that was hers and hers alone. Something that would separate her from her parents. And besides, hadn’t she already provided these department stores with more than half of their revenue alone? Call it a consumer’s discount. It was a good ride, until she got sloppy. Getting busted wasn’t the troubling part, a Singh would never be in trouble for too long. What Callista hadn’t counted on was the shocking dive in public opinion and the alienation from the life she knew. I mean, if they could forgive Winona for her little incident, they could forgive her for fucks’ sake. Even her patented Ibiza weekends couldn’t get anyone back on her side. 

Those same Prada shades rested on petite features as she waited impatiently outside the office, or prison, that she was subjected to for the foreseeable future. She knew that she should be grateful that the sentence was lenient but she would honestly rather burn her Louboutin collection than be seen outside here, mixing with people she wouldn’t have even blinked at last month. I mean, really, she hadn’t expressed an actual honest to god emotion since the sixth grade. Were they going to sit around this circle jerk and share their feelings, and sing kumbaya like they were going to be friends after all this? She could name at least sixteen better things she could do and one of them included drinking on Rihanna’s yacht.

Her iced coffee wasn’t lifting her spirits the way it normally did and she crossed the short distance to toss the remainder in the garbage, noticing the gaze of the person across from her. Behind her shades, she surveyed him, gaze lingering on the dark curls for a moment. He seemed familiar enough but she couldn’t put her finger on it and she was no in fucking mood today. “If you’re gonna stare at me for this long, at least take a picture and sell it to TMZ so you can clean up that thing you call an appearance,” she snarled, snatching up her phone and busying herself with it. Even though, just as usual lately, there were no new messages to answer. The words she had uttered with such disdain only a few seconds ago lingered in her head. Normally, she would have had an image to uphold. The barbed wire in her words would have been disguised with a honeyed tone. But else what did she have to lose? For the first time in her life she didn’t have to push her anger down and smother it into submission, and it felt good. 

After the other had stormed off, she let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Wanting to be the last person in the session and hopefully skip the pleasantries, she waited a few minutes after the start time before waltzing in. Her lip practically curled with distaste as she took a quick glance of the surroundings and the company. At least Adeline was there, that wouldn’t be so horrible. A jolt of surprise struck her as her gaze reached the last chair. And of course, who else could be sitting in front of her but the person she had just told off moments before? She groaned inwardly, cursing the justice system for making her be here at 8 am on a fucking Saturday. 

 ANYTHING ELSE?

1985!

okay so please forgive me for the long ass app lmao! 

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