You're dressed to kill me, kill me, so if I die tonight at least you thrill me, thrill me.

Wednesday: Megan and Avery are hosting a small glamorous party to see where everyone stands and there will be Sprinkles cupcakes, purses, and goody bags. It's bound to be fun and we'll spend the day gossiping.
 
"Okay, Kor, time to spill," Kat said excitedly. "Avery said you met some old guy!"
 
"Avery!" I laughed while rolling my eyes. "25 is not at all old. He's only four years older than I am." We were all at Meg and Avery's party, and I was currently a little giggly, due to drinking champagne from antique teacups.
 
"Whatever!" Avery laughed in response. "Go on though, tell her. I still need to hear the rest."
 
"There isn't much to tell," I replied, downplaying something I'd been obsessively over analyzing for the past 24 hours. "I met Marcus Gray at the ballet studio the other day and he asked me out. That's it."
 
"Marcus Gray takes ballet?" Kat exclaimed, cracking up.
 
"No no no silly! His daughter does," I laughed shaking my head.
 
"His ex-girlfriend/baby mama is crazy. Just warning you," Avery said, suddenly serious.
 
I nodded. "Yeah, I saw a couple of tabloid meltdowns." I shrugged. "But it's fine. It's just a date. She can't be pissy over that."
 
Kat patted my arm. "I'm sure she'll get over it."
 
"Don't be so sure," Avery said sympathetically. "Just be careful Kor. We're starting to like you and we'd rather your eyeballs didn't get clawed out." Kat nodded and I smiled.
 
"That makes three of us then."

Tuesday: We need to all kick back and relax sometimes, right? So grab your purse and head down to the local spa and get ready to be pampered. Afterwards the day is yours to go and enjoy LA.
 
"And one more set of plies and we'll be done!" I exclaimed with a smile, wiping my brow with the cuff of my sweatshirt before joining the girls at the barre. Chasing around 10 four year olds for an hour twice a week during the beginners class I taught was exhausting, perhaps almost as much as my professional rehearsals for the company.
 
The music hit the mark I wanted to start from and so I got the girls attention and began counting out plies, doing them in sync with the little girls dressed in pretty light pink tutus.
 
"And nine... and ten!" I counted, finishing the exercise, and bending over to turn off the classical music filling the studio. "Girls, why don't you get your things from the cubbies and change your shoes, okay?" I turned to the double sided mirror that hid the parent's viewing room and waved mothers and fathers inside, and then got a quick drink from my water bottle before saying hellos to the parents quickly filling the studio.
 
As the studio began to clear of parents and dancers, a cute little dark-haired girl sat on the floor, struggling to lace up her sneakers. "Need some help, Alice?" I asked with a smile before sitting down across from her on the floor and helping her with the shoes, pink Converse high tops. "I like your shoes."
 
She smiled shyly, brushing her hair from her eyes. "Thank you, Miss Kori," she replied politely. "My daddy bought them for me," she added, her face lighting up. "He's a rock star and he says I'm a rock star princess. But I think I'm a rock star ballerina princess," she finished matter-of-factly.
 
I laughed. She's a cutie, I thought to myself. "Is your mom picking you up today?" I asked, looking around the room for her mother, one of those Hollywood types who called in her hairstylist just so she could make a Starbucks run. Alice had only been taking my class for about a week and a half and each time her mother had picked her up.
 
She shook her head and I stood up and then pulled her up with me. "My daddy is today." Suddenly something, or rather someone, behind me caught her attention. "Daddy!" she squealed, running over to a tall, dark haired man who had just come through the doors.
 
He picked her up and spun her around as she giggled. "Hi princess!" he grinned a dazzling, gorgeous smile, smothering her in kisses before putting her on his hip. "Hello," he said to me walking over and shaking my hand, "you must be Korinne."
 
"Please," I replied, shaking his hand and feeling suddenly embarrassed by my sweaty face and loose dance clothes, "Call me Kori."
 
"Marcus Gray," he said introducing himself, although I already knew who he was from my Rolling Stone subscription. Suddenly it all added up-- the separated parents, her glamorous A-list mother. There was only one missing puzzle piece and now it was standing in front of me. "It's nice to meet you. Alice has said a lot of great things about you."
 
"Isn't she pretty, daddy?" she pipped up. "Didn't I tell you she was pretty?"
 
"Yes honey, you did, she's very pretty," he answered, talking to her but looking at me, making my face flush to a bright pink. “How’s LA treating you? Getting used to it yet?”
 
I nodded. “I like it so far. I’ve made some friends, I don’t get lost every time I go to the grocery store anymore…” He laughed and I smiled, in disbelief I was even having this conversation. “I went to this cool concert the other night at the Roxy,” I added, thinking back to the fun I’d had with Avery, Megan and Kat.
 
“Oh, I love it there!” he exclaimed with a huge grin. “I played there when I first started out.” He paused and then continued. “I could show you some other places around town, take you out, if you wanted.”
 
Now I paused, unsure I could have heard him right. He stood waiting, a now sleepy Alice in his arms, and I answered with a smile. “Absolutely!” I replied. “I’d really like that, Marcus.”
 
“Great!” he said. “I’ll be in touch.”
 
“Can’t wait,” I responded, waving to Alice as he turned to leave. She waved back and almost as soon as the door closed behind them I turned toward the mirror, grinning at my reflection like an idiot. “What are you getting yourself into?” I asked myself, before turning to gather up my things, still smilling like a fool.

kori // city of angels
 
Friday: There's a new band, The Clangers, playing at the Rox tonight. The dress code is pretty low key, jeans and a dressy top; rock glam. Don't show up if you're expecting champagne to be served in crystal flutes, this is the Roxy after all and their drink of choice? Beer in plastic red cups.
 
TGIF, I though as I pushed through the crowded club. It was finally the weekend and I was ready to unwind after a crazy week of rehearsals. The Clangers hadn’t started playing yet, so I made my way in the direction of the bar to get a drink. At the end of the bar sat a group of three gorgeous girls I only recognized from magazine covers. One of them, a tall, skinny dirty blonde, looked up, surveying the crowd and made eye contact with me. She bent her head slightly, whispering to her two friends, a slightly shorter dark brunette and a lighter brunette with Angelina Jolie lips. They both nodded, and the first girl looked back up, and lifted a hand to wave to me, beckoning me over to them. I awkwardly looked over my shoulder, ensuring that it was indeed me that they wanted, and then made my way over to where they sat.
 
“You’re that dancer, right?” the darker of the two brunettes asked. “I’m Megan, Megan Morgan,” she added with a smile.
 
I nodded, smiling back at her. “Yeah, I am. I’m Korinne Topa, but you can just call me Kori if you want.”
 
“That was it, Korinne, I told you,” the lighter brunette said turning to the dirty blonde, and then back to me. “I’m Kat. Avery thought it was Lauren,” she continued, indicating to the girl that had waved me over, “but I was pretty sure what I read in the paper was Korinne,” she finished with a warm smile.
 
The last girl, Avery, rolled her eyes. “I just went by what Kyle’s mom was telling me.” She turned to me, explaining, “His parents went to see your opening the other week and they wouldn’t shut up about it when we had dinner with them… before we broke up,” she finished, her eyes clouding with obvious anger. I paused, unsure of how to respond. “Anyway!” she bounced back quickly. “I heard you were awesome. Do you miss Tokyo?”
 
I took a sip of my kind-of cold beer and shrugged. “I guess. I miss my parents, but I was ready for a new start here.”
 
They nodded sympathetically. “Understandable,” Megan said. “How do you like LA?”
 
I smiled. “It’s gorgeous, even better than I imagined.”
 
Kat looked behind me, and laughed. “Well, you’ve already got some paparazzo trying to take your picture, so I’d say you’re on your way.”
 
“What?” I asked confused, turning around to see for myself, and sure enough a series of flashes went off ten or twenty feet behind me. I whirled back around quickly. “Why do they want to take my picture?”
 
Avery smiled, and patted my arm. “You’re standing with us, darling, so they figure you must be interesting.” She reached for her beer from the counter behind me and tapped her plastic cup against mine. “And you definitely do seem interesting.”

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Korinne Topa, 21
Hometown: Tokyo, Japan
Never Without: Liquid eyeliner, roll on perfume, and iPad
Korinne is a genius and technological geru. Both her parents are American but her dad was in the Military and they moved to Japan right before she was born and that’s been her home for quite a while now. She usually doesn't make most friends easily and she’s got this innocent yet experienced type of look to her, maybe it’s because she was rαped only at age 18. Her life hasn’t been easy, even if she is loaded. Just this year she lost her best friend in the disaster that shook Japan. Korinne is determined to make a change in the world, no matter what it takes. She’d rather give then receive, but we all get caught up as Hollywood’s insiders.
Model: Lindsay Ellingson (Suggested: Pale blonde hair, pale skin)
Taken by: emmadurden
 
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On the Golden Coast there is a city otherwise known as Los Angeles, with gorgeous mountains, a beautiful scenery, different districts, entertainment, and most importantly angels. But all Angels are scandalous, and have drama they try very hard to keep hidden. All these Angels of Los Angles are some of the elite, and are Hollywood's insiders. They may seem like friends but like most things that happen in this small town, it's an act. Girls get b-tchy and catty and are ready to pull out the devil horns and manicured nails to climb their way to the top. They enjoy everything everyone aspires to have, new designer clothes, dream jobs, hot boyfriends and boy-toys. Underneath the highlights, fake tans, and sunglasses they're dangerous and are obviously anything but angels. You know them, you want to be them so bad, because they don't have a care in the world besides getting their boob job, nails done, or which club are they heading to once the sun goes down. These angels are sugary and sweet until the sun sets, and after that the devilish bad girls come out to play.They smile their pearly white teeth at you as they secretly plot to bring you and anyone who dares to cross them to their knees. These b-tches in Prada try to act innocent, but in a city as scandalous as this, no one is ever up to any good.
 
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Korinne Topa, 21
Hometown: Tokyo, Japan
Never Without: Liquid eyeliner, roll on perfume, and iPad
Korinne is a genius and technological geru. Both her parents are American but her dad was in the Military and they moved to Japan right before she was born and that’s been her home for quite a while now. She usually doesn't make most friends easily and she’s got this innocent yet experienced type of look to her, maybe it’s because she was rαped only at age 18. Her life hasn’t been easy, even if she is loaded. Just this year she lost her best friend in the disaster that shook Japan. Korinne is determined to make a change in the world, no matter what it takes. She’d rather give then receive, but we all get caught up as Hollywood’s insiders.
Model: Ginta Lapina (Suggested: Pale blonde hair, pale skin)
Taken by: emmadurden
 
\\ Story
 
“And Korinne in three, two, one..” the chief choreographer counted down beside me quietly. My stomach lurched slightly, butterflies fluttering from the nerves of my debut performance. All of my practice, everything I’d been through had been leading to this moment and it was here at last. The music swelled, giving me my cue while rapidly quieting my nervousness, and I danced onto the stage from behind a curtain on the left hand side, my feet en pointe as I rushed towards the other dancers, who encircled me once I reached my mark in the center of the stage. As the music slowed to soft piano notes, I began the delicate piece of my routine, starting with a bourree around the circle of other ballerinas I was now in, and holding a first, then third arabesque. The circle around me broke as the music once more picked up its pace, and I did a full promenade en arabesque until I was once again facing the audience.
 
The group who had formed my ensemble danced their way off of the stage in both directions to polite applause, leaving me alone for my solo. I performed a grand jete forward, into a combination of fouette turns and a series of pirouettes. At the music’s soaring crescendo, I ran into an open side leap, ending with a grand pirouette as the music finished, crashing to a close with fast and loud strings.
 
I stood in perfect position, my chest heaving from the strenuous performance, but my face still portraying the grace and composure required in ballet. The audience rose to their feet, almost all at once, and loud enthused applause filled the theater hall. Single roses of all colors filled the floor around my pointe shoes. I curtsied thankfully, deeply bending my knees as my heart rose up through my chest and a bright smile broke out upon my face. I curtsied once more at the crowds insistence then rushed off the stage en pointe, the same way I had entered onto it.
 
I was greeted by smiles all around behind the curtain, with pats on the back on quick hugs from some of the other girls before they had to get in position for their next dance. “They’re sweeping up your flowers quickly before the next act,” the stage director’s assistant said to me before reaching out to shake my hand. “We’ll bring them down to your dressing room later.”
 
I murmured my thanks, still catching my breath. “You were amazing,” the assistant said. “They loved you.”
 
“You really think so?” I asked, reaching down to loosen the ribbons from my shoes.
 
She nodded. “Welcome to Los Angeles.”
 
I smiles as she left me, and rested my head against the wall, grinning like an idiot. Finally, after all the past’s obstacles, I was on my way.
 
\\ Top Three—
1. Korinne (Ginta Lapina)
2. Ariel (Anna Selezneva)
3. Claudia (Barbara Palvin)
 
\\ Why I Should Get The Part—
I really like the depth of Korinne. There are so many things to explore with her—her childhood in Japan/her father’s involvement in the military and its effect on her, her friend’s death, her rαpe (leading to a distrust of people, but mostly with men), not to mention her struggle with the Hollywood ladder of fame. If I get this part, I will be active in the group, participate in events and involve other characters in Korinne’s life (with their permission, obviously). I know how to stir up drama in a group to keep it fun and fresh so that people don’t get bored and are more likely to participate.

name: odessa "dessy" eleanor osbourne
age: sixteen
year/house: sixth year/slytherin
allegiance: pureblood elitist
model: toni garrn
taken by: emma.durden
 
appearance:
Beautiful blonde hair, big blue doe eyes, shining porcelain skin—the picture of innocence… but only on the outside. Dessy’s wardrobe reflects the clash of her outward appearance with her darker personality. Sweet lacy skirts mixed with leather and studs, loose airy blouses with thigh high boots.
 
personality:
While Dessy comes off as sugary as a cauldron cake, take a bite and you’re in for a bittersweet surprise. She draws people in with a bright smile and bubbly act, gets what she wants from them, whether it be a deep secret or a simple favor, and then gets rid of them when they’re no longer useful to her. Her importance to the elitist group comes not from her father’s Ministry connections—although they certainly don’t hurt—but from her ability to organize, plot and plan.
 
history:
24 years ago, at the time of Lord Voldemort’s downfall, Phineas and Margaret Osbourne were newlyweds, both working at the Ministry of Magic and hoping to start a family. With the complete ousting of declared Death Eaters from the Ministry, over the years they both rose to higher positions within the ranks of their departments and gave birth to a baby girl, Odessa. When Dessy, as she grew to be called, was six and her mother was pregnant with her second child Margaret was struck and killed by a taxi in Central London, driven by a Muggle man. After the loss of his beloved wife and the failure of a non-Magical hospital to save her, Phineas has fostered a great hatred for Muggles and Muggleborns, which he passed on to his daughter. Odessa’s father has risen to the Head of the The Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophe, using his influence to cover-up “accidental” Muggle deaths and injuries. It’s no surprise his daughter has fallen under his wing, gaining the trust of those around her with a sweet façade and then abusing it to hurt them—but of course, never for purebloods.
 

\\
 

I don’t remember much about my mother. I remember her smile, the way her hair smelled like honey. I remember that sometimes when she cooked, she’d do it the Muggle way, with no magic, just because. I remember how much my father loved her, how excited they were for their new baby, my younger sibling.
 
I remember how suddenly she was taken away from us, by a Muggle taxi driver, apparently too distracted to stop at an intersection to let a pregnant woman cross. I remember how the Muggle doctors at the hospital they took her to couldn’t save her, or the baby, a boy as it turned out—my little brother.
 
I remember my father’s anger: immense, indescribable—the anger that still bubbles up inside him, gaining momentum the more time goes by. He’s made sneaky little moves, taken a few actions, assisted in cover-ups of crimes against Muggles in his department at the Ministry.
 
But I’ve decided it’s time for more than just “little.” It’s time for something much bigger, colossal. It’s time for Muggle filth to be taken care of. It’s time for them to get what they deserve, and I intend to help make that happen.