head in the curtains [becketttt/jolene]

[aurorarara]

She's never done this or anything like it before, been to an actual real-life party– it's just another of many things to be scratched off Autumn's lengthy bucket list. She feels akin to following the devil right into fiery hell, like little red riding hood taking the clawed hand of the big bad wolf and letting it drag her into the depths of the dark and unfamiliar woods.

Jolene isn't quite the big bad wolf, much less the devil, and this party isn't quite hell, but Autumn can see the similarities. There were not so many girls like Jolene in the Ojai Valley, not so many girls with the rolling golden hair and the glassy green eyes. Not so many girls with Jolene's fancy cars and fancy clothes and accessories, next to which Autumn looks like a slippery fish out of water. Definitely not so many girls who have their pretty little faces sprawled across the news.

Her life is an open book to the public. To not know Jolene Miller is to be the pinnacle of ignorance, and Autumn Raine, who can hardly wrap her head around the idea of fame and fortune, is very much that. Ignorant. Naive, as she lets this exotic blonde woman tow her across New York City, surrounded by pretty girls and pretty boys, none of whom are without a hefty bank account to fall back on.

Autumn wants to stop the madness and shout in her soft-spoken voice that there must be something wrong for her, for Autumn Raine to have found herself in the hands of such a woman as Jolene, in the midst of drugs and alcohol and sex and everything that, just a year ago, Autumn could hardly have imagined to exist at all.

Of course, Autumn isn't complaining. If there's anything she needs in New York, it's a friend and Jolene has so far proven to be the greatest and most beneficial friend that Autumn could ever have discovered. She is sweet, charming, alluring, and she shines like the very stars in the sky. She is everything that Autumn is not and will never be.

The sights, the sounds, they're overwhelming. Everywhere you look, something is happening. The world seems to spin around Autumn, everyone seems to gravitate toward her– no, not towards her, towards Jolene. Jolene is the brightest burning star. Jolene is the sun.

"I've never been to one of these things before," Autumn says to Jolene, as if it isn't obvious. She barely knows the affluent woman, and yet she stays close, to avoid getting lost in the lights and the sounds and the people. "I mean," she tries to make conversation, but she can hardly hear herself over the music. "I went to a dorm party, at Barrie, my college, but it wasn't really... anything like this." No shit, Autumn, Jolene goes hard or goes home.

notes

[/font][/b] present tense fail dont kick me
its my first autumn post thats my excuse as to why it sucks[/center][/blockquote][/justify]

[JOLENE MILLER]

It had taken just under an hour to pick out the perfect outfit for the party. Honestly, with Jolene's wardrobe the only problem she had was figuring out what would gather the most attention at a particular venue. She figured that if heads weren't turning the minute she walked in the door then there was no reason for her to be going. Tonight's ensemble included her favorite neon green, glittering snakeskin, skin-tight mini-skirt, her equally vibrant and green heels that seemed to go on for miles, her leopard spotted tights and a halter top that accentuated her best features for the world. Some might have said that the feather boa was just a bit superfluous. Jolene was not one of those people.

Jolene didn't need to worry about being called trashy or an eyesore or clashing. People could say whatever the hell they wanted. At the end of the day she knew that they would still have HER on their minds and really, what else mattered? If they were stuck thinking about her as they tucked themselves into bed then the joke was on them. What harm could their pithy little remarks do her? They'd be stuck going over and over in their heads about that extravagant woman they'd seen at that party, who had moved so sensuously and so freely and had defied every social custom they'd ever heard of, and she would have made her mark. All press was good press and no one would ever be able to convince her otherwise.

Tonight though was sure to be even more of a good time than usual. Jolene didn't usually go accompanied to these sorts of parties. That wasn't her style. She was much more happy to go alone and go home with someone else. Tonight though was when Jolene planned to whip out her little project. Autumn Raine. God, it was the most ridiculous, new age hippie name she had ever heard, but it belonged to the most innocent naive little girl that Jolene had ever seen. She was like a little sheep, just lost in the world and looking for her shepherd, and in this big city Jolene was MORE than happy to step in and fill that role. This was the sort of girl that had been sheltered by mommy and daddy for FAR too long and who really needed to be exposed to what the world was like by someone a bit wiser and a bit looser. Jolene was just such a wise, loose person as to pick up where her poor parents had left off.

This little girl was about to get her world rocked.

The party was just a get together of all the most fabulous upper crust young people the city had to offer. Jolene was sure that only people who ran in a 'certain crowd' had been invited and as she looked around she was glad to see that it certainly lived up to her expectations. The penthouse apartment was truly magnificent and the clothing was acceptable. It was just the scene that Jolene had wanted to deflower this little Autumn Raine girl with.

To be honest, Jolene had expected this whole 'opening up a whole new world' to someone thing to be a bit more fun. Or at least to have the girl be a bit more grateful. Right now she just looked like a deer in the headlights and frankly that was NOT what Jolene had in mind. Frankly she felt more like a mom than a slutty fairy godmother.

"I bet," Jo replied to the girl's sad little rambling about how she'd only ever been to some other little party in college. God, college parties were so BORING. Before she could be bothered to keep going some total SKEEZE came up with a drink in a red plastic cup for her, sunglasses on indoors and smiling like a lion. Jolene knew this old trick. Finally she could take some time to teach this poor girl a thing or two.

"Oh gosh! Thank you so much! You're so thoughtful!" She shouted over the music before her hand whipped out and lathed onto Autumn's wrist as she marched off, boa flying behind her.

Firmly tossing the drink out, Jolene started on her public service announcement. "Now never, EVER, under ANY circumstances do you accept a drink from a guy in a red cup like that. I don't care how nice he seems or how drunk you want to get. Trust me, coming from someone who has had a LOT of friends text her to come pick them up in a shady neighborhood somewhere, you do NOT want that." Jolene had to shout over the music to make sure little miss doe eyes didn't get herself drugged and kidnapped but it had to be said.

Jolene waited for a minute, allowing that to sink in and reviewing Autumn just a bit more, looking her up and down to figure out how to salvage what had promised to be an exciting venture. "Hey, you know what? I think we should go have ourselves a good time without having to get it from the bottom of a red cup. You're cool with that, right?" Jolene would KILL to see a tweaked out version of this sugar sweet little schoolgirl. It was perfect.

notes:omfg. so many words. so long. so crappy. I'm sorry. It's basically just Jolene teaching Autumn how not to get date raped and then taking her to do lines or coke or smoke crack or something. y'know, life of the rich and fabulous <3

[aurorarara]

To some, friends were a commodity, as vital to the soul as water to the body or time to the mind. To Autumn, friends were– well, quite frankly, she wasn't all too sure what friends were. She saw them on television– there was a whole outdated show named after the damn bastards–, she read about them in books, she even watched them prance across the college campus, giddy grins on their faces and Prada bags on their arms. Autumn wanted that. She wanted someone to gossip with, she wanted someone to tow her away to Brandy Melville and tag her in all their profile pictures.

And she tried. She tried so hard to live that life, to be the Monica to someone's Rachel, but just when Autumn thought she had triumphed, just when she thought she had might finally have earned elusive but everlasting companionship, it slipped away like a slippery fish, out of her arms and back into the sea of other, much more suitable friends than Autumn.

She scared them all away; the metropolitan populace feared different, and if Autumn was not so naive that she couldn't at the very least comprehend just how painfully different she was. Everything they did was better– more sophisticated, veiled by an air of New York urbanity that Autumn could and would not ever have.

They looked better, they dressed better, they spoke better, they thought better. They thought far too good– far too well, mind you– to acquaint themselves with the likes of Autumn Raine. And then came Jolene. Jolene, the answer to all of Autumn's problems, Jolene, rich and fabulous queen of the scene. Jolene, a friend where friends were desperately needed.

Jolene was Autumn's savior. She would show Autumn the fun life, the good life that she had missed out all those years spent isolated in Ojai. She would crack open Autumn's bland hippie exterior and unveil the untamed beast within!– like a peanut. Full of protein, man. Protein.

"It was nice of him to give you his drink," attempted Autumn, but all words were lost in the music; she wondered if Jolene ate a lot of protein-filled peanuts. She had a killer grip. "Never ever... drunk.. shady neighborhood somewhere..." "Wha–" Graciously accepting the sage advice (which honestly had gone over her heart-shaped head), Autumn glanced over her shoulder at the drink-bearing suitor. He certainly wasn't ugly, though any real experience Autumn had ever had with a man had occurred solely in her most private fantasies.

Had Jolene ever been kissed?– the question seemed mildly redundant.

"You're cool with that, right?" Cool with what? Autumn had hardly been listening. It was all so very distracting, so many things happening at once. It was chaos, and yet Jolene was unaffected. She stood there with a wide beam and bright eyes, as if all of this, all of this was absolutely nothing new to her. She was so poised, so confident, it was hard not to want to impress her. Autumn couldn't possibly want anything less. "Of course I'm cool with that." She laughed for emphasis, a soft, awkward laugh. Even her laugh was inferior to that of the New Yorkers. She couldn't even do that right.

notes

[/font][/b] ok back to past tense now my posts are inconsistent
wamp wah anyways this post felt like it kinda fell apart toward the end sorry e___e[/center][/blockquote][/justify]