Realistic or Modern Auburn Springs

[hery]

Theodore Virtanen

Ambridge

Mitä vittua. Just as Theo had predicted, his party experience had taken yet another sharp nosedive. While his head was close behind Silas after whispering in his ear, he jumped and backed up once the boy turned around to face him. His heart lurched as a result of Silas' shoving away of his hand. It wasn't the first time Silas had done something stupid and physical to Theo, but those times he never took it seriously. Silas had always held back and Theo recognized that. And, as painless as a simple swat of the hand is, Theo could feel the lack of restraint. In fact, he could see it himself. A red mark burned on his hand, which, added with the loud smack (albeit a fairly quiet sound compared to the noise of the party), served to effectively render Theo speechless.

He'd never seen that look in Silas' eyes before. It pierced the core of his being and made his stomach turn. His heart, which normally beat faster on average in the presence of Silas, was beating faster out of instinctual fear. Typically, Theo had an irritatingly impassive disposition, but something changed in that moment. Whether it was this new, scary Silas or the effects of several lines of coke, Theo's face twisted into an expression of sheer horror. He'd been shaken to the point where he couldn't just appear neutral and indifferent as always, his natural fighting vigor draining from his body.

Silas relented from his menacing glare after Theo gave in and shrunk down sheepishly, but even so he listened to their conversation closely. His jaw dropped at the mention of Henri's own mother. He hadn't heard any of this, especially since all of Silas' M.I.L.F.'s were supposed to be from Auburn Springs, not Ambridge. But judging from the shock and disgust written all over the face of the girl in front of them, Silas wasn't bluffing. At this point, Theo would have tried again to restrain Silas, but he could hardly move. He remained paralyzed, bearing witness to the Silas concealed from him in his many months of knowing him.

He could only return Silas' wink with a stupefied expression, his eyes searching the boy's face for any hint of playfulness. It was a futile effort; he was clearly very, very unhinged. Suddenly, the once-goofy wink he'd come to appreciate was disgusting. He felt dirty. Theo could handle the weird Silas earlier, but it was getting to be too much. This wasn't even the worst thing he could potentially do, but Theo could just feel the erratic, wildly unstable energy radiating off of him.

He was no fan of Henri and the feeling was surely mutual (and likely even more now) but Theo didn't wish this on his worst of enemies. Well, most of Ambridge was tied for that. And he didn't wish that on any of them! He jumped again, this time when Silas was slapped across the face. His coked-up twitching and scratching did little to ease him in the moment, only heightening how overwhelming it was to stand by and watch the scene unfold.

As soon as Henri was out of sight, Theo released a breath he didn't know he was holding in. He lifted his right hand and placed it onto his chest, which was thumping at an even faster rate than before. He bit his lip and waited a few moments for Silas to say something. But no words came. What was he supposed to say? Every scenario he ran through his head ended in Silas seriously punching him or humiliating him just like he'd done to Henri. Every potential scenario was rife with frantic overthinking, casting aside all of the loving images Theo had for Silas temporarily to get over the fact that he'd committed a cruel act not even Theo could justify in his own sense.

Taking a leap of faith, he backed away inch by inch, afraid of confrontation with this version of Silas. It wasn't the real Silas, that much Theo believed. But right now, Theo had to put his own well-being in mind, as he always did. Flight was looking like a real good option then. Who even picks fight anyway? That hurts. And it's a lot of trouble. "Silas... why did you do that? Why are you being like this? You are seriously scaring me."

val's place

bitch wtf

clothes

Zatanna (Silas) Nixiee (Henri)

coded by natasha.

 

[jasmyn]

OUTFIT: xoxo

basics

raven Soap
harry fin

interactions

none

mentions

Valerie Flores

val ~ seventeen ~ senior ~ bi ~ auburn springs

It wasn't hard to see that Val's comments had struck a nerve and it almost made her feel like she was wrong for being harsh. She had been way more cutthroat with people she'd known her whole life, this was nothing compared to how Val could get. Why did she feel bad over this girl's feelings? Ice Queen Val, feeling guilty. That was a new one. Before she could even give it too much thought, Harry walked up and she felt relief. Her saving grace right now was getting away from Raven as fast as possible before she felt inclined to apologize or something. As his hand slipped around her waist, her eyes remained locked on Raven but the girl was clearly in no mood to care much about Harry's presence. Not after the bitchy comments.

It was better this way. Raven being mad or whatever she was made things easier. At least that's what she would keep telling herself. I've decided to find a new source of fun for tonight. The drink was being placed back in her hand, the words stinging more than she'd anticipated. The brunette could've said something back but instead, she remained silent, allowing Harry to lead her away from the group, and thank god she did. Another minute of that and she might have said or done something she'd regret. Like apologize or whatever. Now at least she was away from all of that and Harry wasn't a bad distraction. In fact, he was a quite good one from what she remembered.

Valerie's gaze met his, her body clearly more relaxed than before as she took a drink and flashed a smirk. "Bold of you to assume I ever need a guy to rescue me," she teased. "Is it equally as bold of me to assume that those came from you?" Val motioned to a table situated near the entrance of her home where a bouquet of flowers sat. They were a mixture of pink and white Peonies which just so happened to be her favorite flower, something she'd remembered saying offhandedly the last time she had seen Harry as a matter of fact. "Flowers are very chivalrous of you, Harry. Almost like you're trying to impress me or something," she added, the playful smile still painted on her face. Finishing what was left of her drink, and making a face at the taste, she set the cup down on the staircase railing before letting her eyes fall back on him.

code by valen t.

 

[LowkeyLovingLoki]

if i get high enough

Milo was not at all surprised that Drake did not, in fact, want to play cards or talk. But... that was also kind of the only thing that Milo had to offer in the situation. He nodded a bit and looked around the room for any ideas, but ultimately, it was just a boring old bedroom. He didn't really want to keep disturbing Drake, either, who looked like he was just about ready to drop dead. But Milo certainly wasn't going to leave him alone.

"Okay... um, do you mind if I just play Solitaire next to you?"

He made his way over to the bed, giving Drake as much time as possible to protest if he needed a wider personal bubble. Milo climbed onto the comforter next to Drake, making sure to give the other boy plenty of space. He pulled out his packet of cards from his pants pocket - which, really, who brought cards to a party? - and arranged them appropriately to begin playing Solitaire. The silence as he played was maybe a little awkward, but he was just trying to give Drake a bit of privacy, or relaxation.

milo

MOOD: awks

LOCATION: val's party

OUTFIT: king

INTERACTIONS: Winona

code by valen t.

 

[Winona]

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Drake

INTERACTIONS

Milo

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

LowkeyLovingLoki

Drake didn't respond or even move as Milo made his way over. He was fucking exhausted and he just wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and fall asleep in the soft sheets and maybe just... maybe just suffocate in the blissfully comfortable bed. Just let his eyes fall closed right here and never have to open them again.

How morbid.

Instead of doing that, he shifted on the bed so that he could roll over and lay on his back. He looked up at the ceiling and then reached up, pulling those pink sunglasses back down over his eyes. Drake didn't move at first or look over at Milo. He just looked at the ceiling as well as he could throw the dark sunglasses.

It took whatever little energy he had left to push himself up into a bit of a sitting position so that he was perched up on his elbows. Drake looked towards the cards that Milo had arranged while he played his game.

"Do you bring cards to every party?" He mumbled.

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[queanbean]

Darby Baldwin

Location: Val's Party

Mood: Anxious

Outfit

Interactions: Uhhhhhh a lot I think

Her fingers were twitching anxiously as she switched off the ignition, having parked a little ways down the street from the address Mer had texted her - Valerie's house, if she remembered correctly. As the old subaru four-door shuddered and creaked into hibernation she closed her eyes and took a handful of deep breaths. It's just a party. It'll be fine. This is exciting! Yes, ok. Eyes open. Door open. Feet on the ground. Walking.

Despite it being still relatively early in the night, the streets were pretty dark and empty. Darby hugged her plush sweater a little tighter around herself and felt the feet beneath her pick up the pace. At least it was easy to identify where she was supposed to be going - there were plenty of lights on inside and a steady rumbling beat pulsing from whatever music might be playing. Anxiety grabbed her at the edge of the lawn and made her steps feel like lead, so she paused. Stop being such a scardey cat you big scaredy cat. Internal scolding is always the best way to self-motivate, right? Just as she was about to start moving again, a couple things caught her attention and postponed her already tardy arrival a little bit more. First, a car peeling out into the streets. Probably just a couple of kids heading out for the night. She watched the red rear lights disappear into the darkness. Second, looking back at the door, another somebody all but tumbling through the lawn and into the street. She couldn't see their face, although their mannerisms were a little concerning to say the least.

Right, ok, these were probably just normal party things. Right? Right. So stop dawdling and let's go meet Mer. Little did she know, Mer wouldn't be waiting inside. Just for good measure, Darby pulled out her phone to check for any changes of plan. Finding none, she shoved her hands back in her pockets and waddled up to the front door. It was left slightly ajar - probably from whoever the person she saw was. Don't mind if I do...

Darby hadn't really been to any sort of party before, with the exception of holiday "parties" at the old folks home. But she thought those were fun, so a high school celebration with people her own age had to be even better. Still, she had no clue what she was about to get into. Valerie had a massive house and a foyer to match, so when she stepped though the door and gingerly closed the door behind her, she was thoroughly spooked to find herself very not alone. A nervous chirp left her lips and she instinctively shoved her hands back in her pockets. Then, drew one back out and lifted it, waving, with a tip of her head. The atmosphere felt... weird? Like she was interrupting something. Quickly scanning the room led to her noticing the absence of the one person she was expecting to see. Sure, she recognized most of the people there from school, but seeing them outside of the usual environment was a little startling. And exciting. A party!

The music and voices around her wom womp wom womp-ed on, a lot little louder than she might have preferred. Her heart rate picked up to match it. Her hands were moving before she could really tell them what to do, spelling out M-E-R. But maybe they didn't know what she meant? In any case, Darby decided she might have better luck looking deeper inside. She flicked her pointer fingers toward the kitchen, dipped her head, and skirted past. Surprisingly, besides a litter of red cups and spread of snacks, the kitchen area was a little emptier and a little quieter than the foyer. She breathed and picked up a cup, filling it with water from the tap and taking a sip. Now what? The slender ginger felt a little awkward about exploring a stranger's house, but also awkward about standing around alone. Ah well, for now it was fine. She snagged a brownie off the table and smiled at it, then leaned against the counter. Earbuds in. A sip of water. Hey, these brownies are yummy.

Spoiler: plain text from baybie

Her fingers were twitching anxiously as she switched off the ignition, having parked a little ways down the street from the address Mer had texted her - Valerie's house, if she remembered correctly. As the old subaru four-door shuddered and creaked into hibernation she closed her eyes and took a handful of deep breaths. It's just a party. It'll be fine. This is exciting! Yes, ok. Eyes open. Door open. Feet on the ground. Walking.

Despite it being still relatively early in the night, the streets were pretty dark and empty. Darby hugged her plush sweater a little tighter around herself and felt the feet beneath her pick up the pace. At least it was easy to identify where she was supposed to be going - there were plenty of lights on inside and a steady rumbling beat pulsing from whatever music might be playing. Anxiety grabbed her at the edge of the lawn and made her steps feel like lead, so she paused. Stop being such a scardey cat you big scaredy cat. Internal scolding is always the best way to self-motivate, right? Just as she was about to start moving again, a couple things caught her attention and postponed her already tardy arrival a little bit more. First, a car peeling out into the streets. Probably just a couple of kids heading out for the night. She watched the red rear lights disappear into the darkness. Second, looking back at the door, another somebody all but tumbling through the lawn and into the street. She couldn't see their face, although their mannerisms were a little concerning to say the least.

Right, ok, these were probably just normal party things. Right? Right. So stop dawdling and let's go meet Mer. Little did she know, Mer wouldn't be waiting inside. Just for good measure, Darby pulled out her phone to check for any changes of plan. Finding none, she shoved her hands back in her pockets and waddled up to the front door. It was left slightly ajar - probably from whoever the person she saw was. Don't mind if I do...

Darby hadn't really been to any sort of party before, with the exception of holiday "parties" at the old folks home. But she thought those were fun, so a high school celebration with people her own age had to be even better. Still, she had no clue what she was about to get into. Valerie had a massive house and a foyer to match, so when she stepped though the door and gingerly closed the door behind her, she was thoroughly spooked to find herself very not alone. A nervous chirp left her lips and she instinctively shoved her hands back in her pockets. Then, drew one back out and lifted it, waving, with a tip of her head. The atmosphere felt... weird? Like she was interrupting something. Quickly scanning the room led to her noticing the absense of the one person she was expecting to see. Sure, she recognized most of the people there from school, but seeing them outside of the usual environment was a little startling. And exciting. A party!

The music and voices around her wom womp wom womp-ed on, a lot little louder than she might have preferred. Her heart rate picked up to match it. Her hands were moving before she could really tell them what to do, spelling out M-E-R. But maybe they didn't know what she meant? In any case, Darby decided she might have better luck looking deeper inside. She flicked her pointer fingers toward the kitchen, dipped her head, and skirted past. Surprisingly, besides a litter of red cups and spread of snacks, the kitchen area was a little emptier and a little quieter than the foyer. She breathed and picked up a cup, filling it with water from the tap and taking a sip. Now what? The slender ginger felt a little awkward about exploring a stranger's house, but also awkward about standing around alone. Ah well, for now it was fine. She snagged a brownie off the table and smiled at it, then leaned against the counter. Earbuds in. A sip of water. Hey, these brownies are yummy.

 

[erzulie]

Serenity Jones

Ren sat inside of Dani’s car, humming quietly to herself as she looked out the window. It was quite obvious that she was bored, from the way she said nothing and gazed at the passing scenery with disinterest. However, it was merely a facade. The calm before the storm could be an accurate comparison. It was one of her many reactions to situations like these. Ren was just waiting to explode and it wouldn’t take much. Ren hadn’t even said anything when they’d gotten into the car and she had to place Ck’s legs over her own when usually she would have probably suggested throwing him into the trunk or strapping him on top of the car. No, Ren had simply told Sly that there was a place that she knew of where they could take him.

And when they finally reached the abandoned building Ren’s eyes sparkled and she got out of the car in record time, helping Sly move Ck into the building with ease. There wasn’t much to the old warehouse really. It was littered with graffiti and full of rest and scrap parts. Though, located in the center was a single chair and placed on the seat was rope. Ren looked around with fondness in her eyes, nothing had changed it seemed. As everything was right as she’d left it the last time she’d been here.

Ren leaned against the chair, gazing at her three companions for the night. She was more than sure that Sly and Dani would understand that Ck needed to be tied up but as for his sister….Ren knew she’d probably freak. But then again Ren didn’t really care. She was outnumbered anyway. With that in mind Ren began tying the rope around Ck, securing his arms, legs, and upper body in various knots. Her movements were that of an expert and her expression calm as she stood and tested the rope. She was clearly in her element here.


location: abandoned warehouse
interactions: sly, dani, mercedes, ck
mentions:
tags: fin jasmyn Soap ohdittoh
outfit: here here

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[geminiy]

Coda Adams

The pool room was not where Coda wanted to be and he knew that Angie was positive of that. But if she wanted to tease, he would tease her right back. Instead of playing into Angie’s game, giving into what they both wanted, Coda went to the rack of pool cues lined carefully on the wall. Taking one into his grasp, he flipped it around in his hands and prepared to play.

“Back in Scotland, Cade used to work at this slummy pub. We got these god awful fakes and snuck in. While she was working, I would hang by to make sure no one was fuckin’ with her.” Coda explained as he carefully reshaped the end of the cue. “So I hung about and learned to play pool quite well.”

Unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt, Coda began to set up the table. He didn’t care how antsy they were both getting or his painful awareness of Angie’s eyes on him. She wanted to play games? Games she would get.

“There was this one guy, Oscar, who taught me most of the tricks I know. For example…” Coda trailed off, lining up his first shot. With a hit of the cue to the ball, the room erupted with the clack of the rack breaking apart, a few of the cue balls shooting into empty pockets with a smooth clammer. “Softer touch is usually better. Hit too hard and everything gets out of hand and you end up screwing up your shots.”

Coda quietly set up another shot, then another. Sure, it was entirely against every rule he had learned about the game and he wasn’t exactly playing his best with Angie’s eyes watching his movements, but it was taking up enough time. The air in the room was growing more tense with each passing second. Coda set up his shots carefully, hardly even acknowledging Angie’s presence. Finally, he sunk the final cue ball into its pocket. Without a word, he gently placed the pool cue back onto the wall and walked to the door, closing it quietly before turning around to face Angie.

Closing in on the blonde, he pressed her against the pool table, his hands on either side of her locking her into place. He was tired of playing around.

“Now, lass.” Coda said, his voice growing raspier. Grabbing Angie carefully by the hips, he hoisted her onto the edge of the pool table, pulling her closer to him by her thighs. “Shall we get to what we’re really here for, or would you rather just sit by and watch me play pool all night?”

Coda’s lips crashed into Angie’s as he held her close. Perhaps this was not the type of party he had been expecting but hey, who was complaining? He wasn’t, and he sure as hell was going to make sure Angie wasn’t either.

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“Not bad, lass. Though I think that bed might’ve been more comfortable than a damn pool table.” Coda joked as he grabbed his shirt from where it had been thrown on the floor. In the reflection of the glass of one of the many framed pictures on the wall, Coda attempted to fix his hair. Turning to Angie, he brushed a few strands of hair away from her face, a soft smile on his lips. “Shall we return to the party? I would hate to hold you up from all of those friends you said are waitin’ for you.”

location

val's house (pool room)

mood

runnin' the table

outfit

feelin good

tags

angie ohdittoh

coded by natasha.

 

[ohdittoh]

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... angeline jumper ...

MOOD

sex-ay

LOCATION

val’s

TAGS

coda geminiy

Angeline’s brows flicked up in surprise when Coda walked into the pool room. She nearly laughed, because what in the hell— he was actually going to play pool? A smirk played at her face as she stepped into the room behind him, her eyes stuck to his figure as he made his way over to the table and unbuttoned his shirt a bit. She loved the view, and she found herself unable to speak as he spoke and moved about. She was so entranced that she couldn’t make a comment; all that she could do was stand by the door and watch with an idle smirk on her face.

As the final ball sunk, Angie walked over to the pool table, bringing her hands together to give him a quick, teasing round of applause. “Damn, world-class champ,” she teased, a pretty grin spreading across her face. “Didn’t even stand a chance against you…”

Her eyes went to him closing the door, and she raised a manicured brow as she watched him move.

Closer and closer.

She felt her face heating up once more as his hands went to either side of her. She was stuck.

Checkmate. She could feel that it was checkmate— from the way that his voice sounded to the way that he grabbed her hips and lifted her to rest on the pool table to the grip that he had on her thighs as he pulled her closer. His breath— she could feel it— and his heartbeat, and all of the tension in his body that was telling her now to release it. Scheisse. She smirked lightly, her rapid heartbeat pounding behind her tongue as she looked up at him with her brown eyes.

“Shall we get to what we’re really here for, or would you rather just sit by and watch me play pool all night?”

Her thin, warm hands found either side of his neck, and she gave a soft laugh. In a whisper, she said, “It’s your say, Red; looks like I’m just here for the ride.”

In the next moment, his lips were on hers, crashing and moving so desperately that she could feel that Scheisse, she had so nearly won.

• s • k • i • n •​

Angeline was breathless and slick with sweat. And still, she, as she gathered and pulled on her casually-discarded clothing, was smiling and laughing rather than complaining. She knew for certain that her makeup was ruined, and her hair could not have been much better, but she still had literally no reason to be upset.

Angie let out a soft laugh at Coda’s joke. “I couldn’t’ve said for sure; you were my first test drive on a pool table,” she teased, voice tired. “Heh, ‘not bad’ is a bit of an understatement for my thoughts, though.” She gave a little wink and a giggle, and she zipped the zipper on her dress.

She smiled at him when he brushed the hair from her face. He was cute when he wasn’t hot. “Back to the party?” she repeated, and she gave a little snicker. “Trying to get rid fo me so quickly?” She brought a finger up to trace one of the hickeys that she’d left on his neck, and she pouted teasingly. “I thought that you’d appreciate me letting you have a bit more time, but oh well…”

She pushed off of the table again, and she looked at her reflection. “Fuck…my makeup,” she laughed. Her mascara had raccoon-ed a bit around her eyes, and her lip gloss was entirely rubbed off of her lips— though some had navigated its way to stick on her cheek and cake with her foundation. She looked over at Coda, giving him a little laugh. “Hmm, you should be a stylist. What an innovative look you've given me, Monsieur,” she joked. She looked at her reflection in the glass of a portrait on the wall, teasing her hair and smirking. "Hmm, do you think that this is a good look for me?" She struck a pose, and then dissolved it with laughter.

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[StrawberryDreamer]

Adriana and Dirk Morte
The twins had shown up rather fashionably late to the party. Though that seemed like normal Dirk behavior, normally Adriana would be the first one there, and them showing up together was even more unusual. The togetherness didn't last long, just long enough to squeeze through the crowd and make it to the drink table.

Adriana Morte: Outfit, Feeling mischievous

Adriana smiled when she saw the Jell-O shots Mercedes assured her would still be there. It was a shame the other girl had left, she needed a read on some of these people. She grabbed a Jell-O shot, downing it quickly. Though they were tasty, she'd be here forever if she tried to get drunk off these. She grabbed a red solo cup and filled it halfway with vodka. Should she at least mix it with something? Probably, but she didn't have time for that right now. Now she was on a mission, to find a hot Ambridge boy who didn't know a damn thing about her.

Adriana meandered her way around the house. The problem with being late was that everyone already seemed preoccupied. Was she going to have to party alone? No, she wouldn't allow it. Hmmmm, where did single, weird guys hang out at a rich kid party? Most of them were probably in the backyard smoking weed, but her perfume was expensive and she'd rather not trade it for smelling like weed all night. Did Val have a game room? Probably not, she'd never seen one before, but drunk ski ball did sound like something she'd dominate at. OH! Weird guys love pool! They think somehow their ability to sink a ball equates to... sticking theirs in someone else? It baffled her honestly, but she supposed they could have their wish today.

Adriana pushed through the crowd in the direction of the pool room. She never really understood the purpose of having a room dedicated to playing a game that only one person in the house really wanted to play. She supposed it was a cultural thing though. She took a long swig of her vodka before pushing the door to the pool room open. Well, there certainly was an Ambridge boy in here. Unfortunately, he was busy. Good for Angeline, and good for the gossip train. She'd seen enough and gently closed the door before heading back down the hall and to the drink table again. If one of them had seen her and wanted to kick her ass, she at least wanted an audience.

Adriana pushed herself up onto a bar stool. Angeline and the Scottish guy huh? She never knew the Scotts to be too forgiving, but this was too good not to tweet. She whipped her phone out of her Versace purse and opened twitter.

Mentioned: Angeline ohdittoh Coda geminiy

Dirk Morte: Outfit, Feeling too sober for this shit

Dirk hardly wanted to party with anyone from Ambridge. Just being near them made him feel gross. However, it was free entertainment. He'd brought a tray of brownies, anyone who knew Dirk and knew he brought them knew the ingredients, but the Ambridge kids didn't know shit about him and that's what he was counting on. He set the tray on the drink table and took a corner piece for himself. Now it was time to find some shit show to watch. He wandered the party a little before hearing something about snorting coke of a dick. Now that's what he was looking for. He leaned on a nearby wall, occasionally taking a bite of his brownie. Dare he say this was his best work? Oh this was a mom insult fight, one of the lowest forms of verbal assault in Dirk's opinion. Still he wanted to see how this ended. He was rooting for the Ambridge girl, but he'd never admit it. Dirk never saw the appeal of MILFs, but it seemed this guy really really did.

The slap caught Dirk off guard. He flinched, trying not to cough as he choked on the last piece of his brownie. The last thing he needed was to draw attention to himself. When he saw the guy's face grow a red handprint, he subconsciously shoved his own bruised knuckles into his pocket. Then the girl was gone. Should he follow her? No, that would be weird, he didn't even know her. But yet he turned his back on the guy getting lectured by his friend as his legs took him in a direction he hadn't wanted to go. He swallowed, stepping onto the balcony. He felt the cold air hit his body. Oh he was sweating, great. He walked up to the railing, his whole body vibrating.

Dirk decided he wasn't going to mention what he'd just seen. The fight that reminded him about how his parents yelled at each other. The way she hit him like his mother used to have the courage to do. His mouth felt dry. Maybe he should've stayed back. He should've fought his body for control like he used to when his mother ran off crying because he didn't want to disappoint his father.

"You need some fresh air too?" Really Dirk? That's all you can say? You can't ask her if she's okay? No, that would mean he'd be opening himself up to care about someone. Opening up like that meant opening up to get hurt. It was easier this way.

Mentioned: Silas Zatanna Theo hery
Interacted with: Henri Nixiee

 

[fin]

sly

MOOD: angry, emotional.
LOCATION: abandoned warehouse.
OUTFIT: xoxo
TAGS: dani jasmyn , chelsea ohdittoh , ren erzulie , mer Soap

Sly cupped his mouth with one hand, his other on his waist as he leaned over on the cracked, concrete wall. He stared down at a tied up CK, reminiscing the course of events that had lead up to this very moment. There was no other option than to relocate Chelsea or risk being caught at Valerie's.

He wasn't too sure how the whole thing would go over with either Dani or Mercedes though. Sly and Ren both understood that binding CK was the best way to contain him, leaving him free would run the risk of escape. And right now, they had no idea what Chelsea would say or do when he regained consciousness. It wasn't something Sly especially loved to do, but when he had to, it was a decision between himself and Chelsea. Sly chose himself every single time.

When Ren had finished tying him up, Sly replied with a sure nod and stepped over to Chelsea. Before arriving at the abandoned warehouse, they'd stopped to pick up medical supplies at the main shop at Big John's junk yard. They'd got nothing on the level of a local drug store (which likely would've attracted unwarranted attention), but in the transparent white bag Sly held sat a towel, bottle of water, and ice pack, and Ibuprofen.

Silently, Sly began wiping at the dried blood on Chelsea's face. For Dani and Mer, he'd handled Chelsea's head gently. The whole ride there, paired with the short time they'd spent at the abandoned building, Sly had averted making eye contact with either one of them. He wasn't too sure what he'd say if he did anyways, nor was he sure what either of them would say to him either. The silence was bittersweet, he knew they were both disappointed, that was certain, but the silence made it all... not real. Not yet.

code by low fidelity.

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Sly cupped his mouth with one hand, his other on his waist as he leaned over on the cracked, concrete wall. He stared down at a tied up CK, reminiscing the course of events that had lead up to this very moment. There was no other option than to relocate Chelsea or risk being caught at Valerie's.

He wasn't too sure how the whole thing would go over with either Dani or Mercedes though. Sly and Ren both understood that binding CK was the best way to contain him, leaving him free would run the risk of escape. And right now, they had no idea what Chelsea would say or do when he regained consciousness. It wasn't something Sly especially loved to do, but when he had to, it was a decision between himself and Chelsea. Sly chose himself every single time.

When Ren had finished tying him up, Sly replied with a sure nod and stepped over to Chelsea. Before arriving at the abandoned warehouse, they'd stopped to pick up medical supplies at the main shop at Big John's junk yard. They'd got nothing on the level of a local drug store (which likely would've attracted unwarranted attention), but in the transparent white bag Sly held sat a towel, bottle of water, and ice pack, and Ibuprofen.

Silently, Sly began wiping at the dried blood on Chelsea's face. For Dani and Mer, he'd handled Chelsea's head gently. The whole ride there, paired with the short time they'd spent at the abandoned building, Sly had averted making eye contact with either one of them. He wasn't too sure what he'd say if he did anyways, nor was he sure what either of them would say to him either. The silence was bittersweet, he knew they were both disappointed, that was certain, but the silence made it all... not real. Not yet.

 

[fin]

roman

MOOD: happy, relaxed.
LOCATION: valerie's place.
OUTFIT: xoxo
TAGS: eden LowkeyLovingLoki

"Fashionably late?" Roman teased as Eden finally emerged from her closet. He whistled flirtatiously as she'd stepped out in front of him, smiling over at his gorgeous other half. It didn't really how early or late Roman was, as long as he was early or late with Eden. "There's just one thing missing..."

Roman stepped from up behind Eden. He tucked the plastic container onto his back, and stretched out the bright, white corsage out in front of Eden.

"It's no prom, but it's our first real party together in forever. Way bigger than prom to me." Roman smiled. He completely stepped out before Eden, and pinned the flower onto the upper left side of her chest. Roman placed a kiss on Eden's lips, and another on her forehead. He hooked arms with Eden, which was only appropriate when handling a princess like her. "Shall we, m'lady?" He grinned as they descended down the stairs, and soon enough, out of the house.

Driving to Valerie's didn't take all too long. She was a close friend of Roman's after all, and he still knew a fair share of short cuts to her home even after being gone for so long. At the party, Roman disappeared for only a moment, returning with two bright red cups of alcohol-infused jello. A staple at these things, he remembered. He passed one of the cups over to Eden, and tucked his hand into his suit as he hummed softly along with the music in the background.

"I'm surprised this whole thing's still in sway this late in the night. But maybe sleeping with a curfew for months does that to 'ya." Roman chuckled as he briefly scanned the party crowd. He'd have to make out some time to check up on old lads too, Dex, Chelsea, Val. Hm.

code by low fidelity.

Spoiler: Mobile Friendly XoXo

"Fashionably late?" Roman teased as Eden finally emerged from her closet. He whistled flirtatiously as she'd stepped out in front of him, smiling over at his gorgeous other half. It didn't really how early or late Roman was, as long as he was early or late with Eden. "There's just one thing missing..."

Roman stepped from up behind Eden. He tucked the plastic container onto his back, and stretched out the bright, white corsage out in front of Eden.

"It's no prom, but it's our first real party together in forever. Way bigger than prom to me." Roman smiled. He completely stepped out before Eden, and pinned the flower onto the upper left side of her chest. Roman placed a kiss on Eden's lips, and another on her forehead. He hooked arms with Eden, which was only appropriate when handling a princess like her. "Shall we, m'lady?" He grinned as they descended down the stairs, and soon enough, out of the house.

Driving to Valerie's didn't take all too long. She was a close friend of Roman's after all, and he still knew a fair share of short cuts to her home even after being gone for so long. At the party, Roman disappeared for only a moment, returning with two bright red cups of alcohol-infused jello. A staple at these things, he remembered. He passed one of the cups over to Eden, and tucked his hand into his suit as he hummed softly along with the music in the background.

"I'm surprised this whole thing's still in sway this late in the night. But maybe sleeping with a curfew for months does that to 'ya." Roman chuckled as he briefly scanned the party crowd. He'd have to make out some time to check up on old lads too, Dex, Chelsea, Val. Hm.

 

[ohdittoh]

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... chelsea freud ...

MOOD

?!

LOCATION

???

TAGS

sly fin ren erzulie dani jasmyn mercedes Soap

There was noise around him; this was the first thing that Chelsea became aware of. There were no voices, there was no talking, but there were noises, and these noises were definitely from people. They echoed in an unfamiliar way— shuffles, mostly...

There was something wet on his face; this was the second thing that Chelsea became aware of. The wet was warm, and something was rubbing against the wet. Chelsea’s brows knitted together, and his lips downturned. The movement wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t pleasant, either.

There was something wrapped about him; this was the third thing that Chelsea became aware of. Whatever it was, it was tight and all about his body, in random places. He tried to shift his wrists and legs to stretch, but he found himself unable to.

Something wasn’t right.

Chelsea slowly opened his eyes, confused, blinking a few times as his eyes responded to the light filling the room.

He was face to face with Sly, whose hand was on his face, gently wiping it. A bit of panic hitched in his throat, and his eyes went wide, his breathing and heart rate growing rapid as he tried his hardest to pull his legs to his chest, to kick them out, to move his arms, to do anything. His jaw clenched. He jerked his head away from Sly, and he looked down at his body.

He was tied up.

Shit. Had he been…had he been kidnapped?

What in the hell?

He looked up. An outside floodlight’s yellow light filled much of the room with its hazy glow. There were faint outlines where the broken glass remaining in the windows shielding a tiny bit of light. The walls were graffitied heavily, though very little of the graffiti was legible. The scraps about the room and the absence of lightbulbs from the hanging fixtures gave Chelsea the answer to one of the questions stirring in his head: where was he? He was in some kind of abandoned building. That was the only thing that made sense.

His eyes went to a girl standing near him. Ren. He knew her from earlier this week— one of the girls who had seen the aftermath of him fucking Mason up. He looked between Rea and Sly, contempt in his eyes as he met theirs. There was another, more unfamiliar girl standing in the background of the room, and he did his best to glare at her as well.

“Why in the hell,” Chelsea asked in a simmering tone, “am I here?” As he spoke, he became aware of intense pain along the side and in the center of his face-- especially in his nose-- and he grimaced, his body tensing up involuntarily in pain. “What were you doing to my face, you fuck?” His eyes were staring into Sly’s, and then they shifted to Ren. “What the fuck? What’s this for? Why am I here? Why do you have me tied up? What the fuck is going on?”


His eyes caught on another figure in along the wall of the building, hidden beside the scraps.

“Mercedes!” he barked at the figure. “What in the hell is this? Why are you here, too?”

He went silent for a moment, and then he glared up into the eyes of Sly again. He tried to shift in the ropes again and failed. “What the fuck?” His voice was full of a dark, confused rage. “Let me go.”

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[Soap]

"Is this really necessary?" Mercedes already knew the answer to that question, to them? It was yes. Of course it was yes. Sure, she was a little bit childish, a little bit of a fuck up. Just a little. But Mercedes wasn't stupid. She knew Sly well enough to know when he was lying, hell, he was the one who taught her to lie. That doesn't mean she was about to say anything yet-- she wouldn't want to get tied up too. Maybe that's being a little harsh. But this was something straight out of a mafia movie... and Mercedes didn't want to watch it. The only reason she was here, was because she had found them in the act. And she wasn't sure how to feel about it. Literally. She had no idea how to feel about it. Sly was someone she cared about but... CK was her brother.

And CK himself wasn't the greatest, her family wasn't the greatest, but she'd choose CK over Sly any day. Mercedes stood quiet after her question, much like the car ride over here. It wasn't exactly comforting to see your brother's unconscious and bloody face all the way over here. The blood stain on her jeans only made her feel less at ease while Sly's words repeated in her head over and over,

"We're gonna get him help."

The longer she sat here on the dirty, cold floor of the warehouse as she watched them clean CK up and making sure knots were secure, well, the more she beat herself up for not calling the police a long time ago.

She swallowed hard and brought her knees up to her chest. Laying her head between her legs in an attempt to rid the headache she'd earned from the shots she'd taken not long ago. Her head snapped up at the sound of CK's voice as relief filled her body, taking a deep breath and letting it out at the sight of him well, not being dead.

"I... I didn't know what else to do." Mercedes just stared at him and shook her head slightly, it was somewhat of a warning, but neither of them understood what it meant besides that they weren't in a good situation. "U-uh. Sly said he... found you outside. You're bleeding and--"

He did it?

No, she couldn't say that. Not yet anyway. "They're trying to help you." She averted her gaze from the clear lie. The only people they were trying to help was themselves.

Mercedes

INTERACTIONS:: Dani, Sly, Ren

MENTIONS:

TAGS: jasmyn fin erzulie

code by valen t.

 

[jasmyn]

OUTFIT: xxx

basics

oliver Chimney Swift

mentions

cade geminiy

interactions

diego martinez

d ~ eighteen ~ senior ~ hetero ~ ambridge

"I try to be a man of my word. I figured another bottle wouldn't hurt," Diego winked when she showed her surprise at him buying the liquor. Letting the bottles gently tap together they took a sip at the same time and listened to her next words. You know, we’re gonna need to finish that bottle of whiskey, Diego. I may or may not ‘ave flicked the cap at CK’s face. "Well, it's Chelsea. I'm sure he deserved it," Diego shrugged. The brunette grinned when she mentioned him being hotter in person, a huge win for his already high level of confidence. "Hmm? Oh, my friends are cool and all but who could resist raising a little hell with you, Cadence?" he smirked.

Before he could suggest anything else, her phone went off and she quickly checked it before shoving the bottle in his hands and apologizing. Suddenly she was rushing out of the same door he'd just walked in and he had no clue what had just happened. Did he say something...wrong? He set the Whiskey down and checked his own phone, only to see the drama on Twitter about that Oliver kid. He was always getting himself into some weird predicament and apparently Cade had been pulled into it. Okay, so she volunteered and was now...running after him???

Diego quickly messaged her offering to drive after them and help, taking the bottle of Gen with him but leaving the whiskey behind since it had no top. He'd have to buy her another one next time to make up for it. Getting in his car he threw the bottle in the floorboard of the passenger side and started down the road. His headlights lit up the street as he searched for Cade, eventually finding her a little way down the road. He slowed down and rolled down the window. "You sure the hell are a lot faster than I expected," he called out, motioning for her to get in. "Now let's go find the kid," he added, continuing down the road once she was inside the car.

code by valen t.

 

[LowkeyLovingLoki]

if i get high enough

Milo was aware of Drake watching him while he played Solitaire, but he was content to just sit in silence if Drake was, too. Besides, he was getting pretty into this game. He went through card after card, adding to columns, pausing every now and then when he was stuck until he figured out how to get out of it. He was down to only a few more cards left to flip when Drake spoke, and Milo was kind of surprised that he was talking, albeit pleasantly.

"Yeah, normally," he admitted with a shrug. "Not always for me. I know that sometimes, people get, like, overwhelmed. Or they just wanna chill for a bit." He gestured around them with a quick smile in Drake's direction. "It's just something to do. Plus, I love Solitaire." He looked back down at his cards and began playing again, and within twenty more seconds, every card was flipped over. He grinned at Drake. "And I always win."

milo

MOOD: awks

LOCATION: val's party

OUTFIT: king

INTERACTIONS: Winona

code by valen t.

 

[jasmyn]

OUTFIT: xxx

basics

none.

mentions

mason Winona

interactions

Jade Jennings

jj ~ seventeen ~ senior ~ hetero ~ ambridge >> as

Jade could tell that Mason didn’t want to hear yet another person tell him that he could make something of himself and get out of Ambridge. That education was too important to waste or remind him that he was a father and needed to set an example. In all honesty, Jade assumed that Mason knew these things deep down but he hadn’t just ranted to her because he wanted confirmation of that. Not right now. He wanted now what Jade always wanted. Someone to agree with him on how it was all a fucking joke and then move on as if the conversation wasn't a big deal. JJ was the person for the job and Mason knew that. Wanna go see if she's got any cool shit to break or steal?

"Tequila and trouble? You sure know how to treat a girl," she joked with a wink, pushing off the wall that she'd been leaning on. She grabbed the bottle and decided to take a shot (or two's) worth without the glass. Probably a mistake but whatever. It was already kicking in and that meant this party was already a success if you asked her. After screwing the top on the bottle, she made her way into the huge house once again. "Which way first? This how is huge so we have a lot of ground to cover and rooms to trash," she joked, a grin still planted on her face.

Jade was used to the whole "luxury house" thing but Val's was three times the size of the one she'd moved into. She walked further into the house but away from the main room. It was far too crowded and they were looking to get into some trouble not blend in with all the other puking, sweaty teens. "Let's go see what's up there. I bet she has a game room or movie room. Where do you think they keep the good stuff here anyway?" she question curiously. JJ motioned for him to follow her up the stairs, not seeing the party host anywhere around to follow them.

When they reached the top of the stairs she took another drink and handed him the bottle. What shot did that count as? At this point, she'd lost count. "So, what's up with you and Barbie? Is that still a thing or what?" she asked as she walked down the long hallway, peeking in the rooms as she did. She wasn't asking about Honey for any reason in particular, she was just trying to make conversation while they wandered. Plus, she was a little curious as to why Mason kept going for the rich girls who clearly cast him aside once they were done with him.

code by valen t.

 

[erzulie]

Serenity Jones

“Well, it’s about time you woke up. I was beginning to think that something was wrong.” Ren stepped in front of Ck with her arms crossed over her chest. Her tone was far from concerned. And if he couldn’t tell, well the grin on her face was a big indicator of how she felt. Now if only the two of them were alone together, then they’d really be able to have some fun. But, she could settle for this. She was going to enjoy this as much as she could since she knew that the others probably wouldn’t let her have her way without them bitching at her. So what if he broke a bone? Or ended up a little banged up. He’d heal eventually.

“You’re here, because we want to help you Chelsea. Look at how Sly is being nice and cleaning you up.” Ren tapped his nose a little too hard, as if he were being silly. When he turned his attention to Sly however she clicked her tongue in false disappointment. Ren grabbed his face gently before turning it back to her and tilting it up, her acrylics digging into his skin ever so slightly. “You’re tied up Ck, because you wouldn’t have heard us out any other way. So if we’re keeping it a hundred, you only have yourself to blame.” Ren let go of his face and pat his cheek gently.

“Now I’m gonna keep this short and simply for you. If you tell anyone about what happened...you’ll regret it.” Ren lowered herself until she was able to rest her arms on his bound legs, balancing herself on tips of her toes. She was only being so touchy in order to unnerve him, seeing as he believed that she was bridger scum and probably dirty as a result. “Not only will I spill your little fight with Mason to the school but I will make your life and the lives of those you care about a living hell. Including your little sister there.” Ren spoke low, speaking softly so that his sister wouldn’t hear.

Ren stood up then, moving behind Ck and leaning down to talk in his ear. “When I say that. I mean that I can and will have people show up to your house. And flip it upside down. Or imagine if something were to happen to your leg, your spine. So that you could never play football again. Wouldn’t that be tragic?” Ren glanced at Mercedes for a moment. She didn’t really have anything against the girl but she needed her threats to stick so that Ck wouldn’t do anything stupid. “Or maybe I’ll spare you and have your sister go through it in your place? Do you think she’d be able to handle it Chelsea? And how would your parents feel? Knowing that it would be all your fault? That you started a fight with a Bridget boy and as a result, his friends took it out on your family?

location: abandoned warehouse
interactions: sly, dani, mercedes, ck
mentions:
tags: fin jasmyn Soap ohdittoh
outfit: here here

TEMPLATE © BOKEH​

 

[Winona]

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Drake

INTERACTIONS

Milo

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

LowkeyLovingLoki

Drake watched as Milo flipped over the last card. As soon as it was flipped, the whole holding himself upright thing got to be too much and with an exhausted exhale, Drake's arms gave out and he collapsed back into the softness of the bed. He stared up at the ceiling overhead -- at the perfect whiteness of it. His eyes fell on the fan and he looked at it, studying it, because at least it was something to distract himself the smallest bit from the dull numbness in his head.

"Thanks," he mumbled through his mouth of sand.

He didn't know what else to say nor did he elaborate on what that thanks meant. Drake was... he was pretty sure that Milo would understand him, after all, and if he didn't, well... right now. Right now, Drake really could fucking care less if Milo cared at all. Drake didn't... maybe he'd rather Milo didn't care about him.

If he cared, he'd get hurt, right? That's what Mason was always preaching. That's what Mason was always pushing. Keep people an arm's length away, or you could care about the person but the moment they started feeling anything back, you had to cut it off. Mason and Drake... they were both ticking time bombs, waiting to explode and take down everyone around them.

Ticking time bombs in different ways, of course.

"You can go if you want. I'll be fine."

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[Nixiee]

HENRIETTA THOMAS

Henri had managed to get her migraine under control. Now there was only a dull thump at the back of her head instead of a splitting headache. She had been distracting herself by talking to others on twitter, or by watching other partygoers below her stumble around in a drunken stupor. Henri didn’t quite understand why people decided to use alcohol as a crutch for having a good time, but who was she to judge? I suppose its fine, as long as they don’t hurt anyone.

Henri was ignoring the simmering rage that bubbled just under the surface, and was currently bartering online with Dex: Two of her hair ties, a ripped piece of flannel and another packet of fruit snacks for Oliver’s phone. The tequila-filled boy must’ve dropped it as he ran off. I do hope Diego and Cade have been able to catch up to him... She flinched when she heard a voice next to her.

“You need some fresh air too?”

Whipping around, Henri looked up to eye the white-haired boy that had unexpectedly popped up beside her. Before she even had a chance to rein in her words, she bitterly addressed the boy.

“Look, if you’re here to hit on me and then tell me that you've slept my mother as well, then go fuck yourself!” She glared at the boy before realising how harsh her words her, and softened her gaze.

“I’m sorry – That wasn’t fair on you.” Henri shrugged before leaning her back against the balcony railing. “Yeah. Fresh air was desperately needed, or rather – less people near me.” Henri watched a younger student stumble face first into a row of perfectly manicured hedges before speaking again. “I’m Henri, by the way. I really am sorry for being rude earlier. You just caught me at a bad time.”

OUTFIT: With combat boots
INTERACTIONS: Dirk
MENTIONS: Dex, Oliver, Diego and Cade
TAGS: StrawberryDreamer

 

[jasmyn]

OUTFIT: xxx with black combat boots

basics

ck ohdittoh

mentions

sly fin
ren erzulie
mercedes Soap

interactions

Danielle Monroe

dani ~ seventeen ~ senior ~ bisexual ~ ambridge

None of this was sitting right with Dani. She watched as Ren tied Chelsea up and it made her realize how real this situation was. They had just kidnapped someone after Sly had basically beaten him unconscious. What the hell had they gotten into? Of course, in their eyes, this was the only way to ensure Sly (and now all of them) would be able to walk away from what had happened. There was no way Sly was going to let CK run his mouth and get him thrown in jail for this. If threats and kidnapping were what prevented that then she had to get on board...right? Fucks sake. That sounded insane even in her mind.

Even so, her eyes remained locked on Sly as he handled the blonde boy, wiping his face with care which she knew was mostly for his sister. There were so many things she wanted to, needed to, say to him right now. There was no time to pull Sly aside and she had noticed that he barely looked her way through all of this but part of her didn't understand why. Chelsea's eyes fluttered open and he immediately entered a state of..panic...or anger. Maybe a mixture of both. He tried to move but it was no use, Ren had experience in this sorta thing and he wasn't going anywhere until she wanted him to.

Why am I here? Why do you have me tied up? What the fuck is going on? They were all valid questions and honestly, she couldn't blame him for being freaked out. Wouldn't she or anyone else in that position? The first to speak up and answer him was Ren, throwing out threats right off the jump, directed at both the male and his sister. When Ren turned from Mer back to CK, Dani's eyes flicked over to the brunette only to see the girl sneakily using her phone which put her on edge and caused her to clench her jaw. She wasted no time in picking up the baseball bat that has previously been in Sly's trunk and strutting right over to Mercedes. "Bold but again, very stupid," Dani spat as plucking the phone from Mer's hand.

"Who the hell is Donna? And why are you telling her where we are?" she hissed, her eyes meeting the girls. "Here I thought we were finally bonding..." Dani rolled her eyes, the bat still in her firm grip. "I think you should take a seat," she added coldly, motioning to a nearby wooden chair. Dani wasn't normally a violent girl unless provoked or angered. She didn't go out looking to fight just for the hell of it but she would do anything to protect her friends and family, from anything. Even if Sly had done something clearly wrong, she had his back. In the heat of the moment, she couldn't help but feel pushed by the fact that Mercedes was telling people what had happened. It could cost them too much.

code by valen t.

 

[fin]

harry

MOOD: interested, flirty.
LOCATION: valerie's house.
OUTFIT: xoxo
TAGS: raven Soap , val jasmyn , dex hery .

"I don't try Valerie." Harry smirked as he met her gaze. "I do. Judging from the eloquent smile across your face right now, I would say I did impress you." He stated matter of factly. "But I won't lie to you and say I'm not pretty chivalrous myself," his chest flared slightly where he stood against the wall, his smirk widening ever so subtly. Players never fully gave the other a full smile. Half-smile, quarter smile, whatever it may be. You couldn't let her know she'd gotten to you or else she might end up playing you. Harry was well aware that Valerie had no problem wooing 99% of the Auburn Springs male population. He hoped to be that 1% that gave her a challenge though.

"The flowers did remind me of you though, lady." Harry set his cup down beside Valerie's, and sat himself on the same step as her. "As stunning as they are, they're tedious to maintain. Like you." Harry let out a short chuckle, but maintained eye contact with Valerie. Unconsciously, he set his elbows over two steps above, and reclined into his seating position as he spoke to Valerie. "They only blossom in spring season. April, May, and... June when we first got to talking. I never quite forgot your mention of them, so it was only right that I bring some as the chivalrous charmer that I am."

"I certainly didn't learn this all from my gardener. I've paid him a pretty penny to keep shut." He teased.

"As much as I want to say I saved you, I can't help but inquire about what's going on between you, and that beauty." While it might've been difficult for people like Dexter to decipher, Harry didn't think it was all too hard to know something was going on between Val and Raven. Raven made it more than clear that she wanted everything to do with Valerie, and in her own way, Valerie did too. She'd never seemed the type of girl to not get what she wanted to Harry, and yet there was some sort of tension in her when it came to Raven.

"Forgive me for being curious, but it's just odd to me. I'm the one that wants to sleep with you, and even I can say that you like her. That's something, don't you think?"

code by low fidelity.

Spoiler: Mobile Friendly XoXo

"I don't try Valerie." Harry smirked as he met her gaze. "I do. Judging from the eloquent smile across your face right now, I would say I did impress you." He stated matter of factly. "But I won't lie to you and say I'm not pretty chivalrous myself," his chest flared slightly where he stood against the wall, his smirk widening ever so subtly. Players never fully gave the other a full smile. Half-smile, quarter smile, whatever it may be. You couldn't let her know she'd gotten to you or else she might end up playing you. Harry was well aware that Valerie had no problem wooing 99% of the Auburn Springs male population. He hoped to be that 1% that gave her a challenge though.

"The flowers did remind me of you though, lady." Harry set his cup down beside Valerie's, and sat himself on the same step as her. "As stunning as they are, they're tedious to maintain. Like you." Harry let out a short chuckle, but maintained eye contact with Valerie. Unconsciously, he set his elbows over two steps above, and reclined into his seating position as he spoke to Valerie. "They only blossom in spring season. April, May, and... June when we first got to talking. I never quite forgot your mention of them, so it was only right that I bring some as the chivalrous charmer that I am."

"I certainly didn't learn this all from my gardener. I've paid him a pretty penny to keep shut." He teased.

"As much as I want to say I saved you, I can't help but inquire about what's going on between you, and that beauty." While it might've been difficult for people like Dexter to decipher, Harry didn't think it was all too hard to know something was going on between Val and Raven. Raven made it more than clear that she wanted everything to do with Valerie, and in her own way, Valerie did too. She'd never seemed the type of girl to not get what she wanted to Harry, and yet there was some sort of tension in her when it came to Raven.

"Forgive me for being curious, but it's just odd to me. I'm the one that wants to sleep with you, and even I can say that you like her. That's something, don't you think?"

 

[StrawberryDreamer]

Dirk Morte: Outfit, Feeling confused

Dirk stepped back when Henri turned to him. He hadn't expected her to freak out on him so bad. What else should he expect from an Ambridge girl though? "Go fuck yourself." Cool, that was a great thing to hear from some random girl he'd never met. Yep, this was a mistake. He was about to just turn around and walk away, it's what he should've done in the first place. However, the apology struck him as odd. That was really, actually nice. At least, for an Ambridge girl. "I'm Dirk."

Henri had to be short for something, right? It didn't matter because in that moment Dirk remembered what was going on. He was at a party in Auburn Springs with everyone he has known since middle school. His body shook a little harder. He shouldn't be talking to her. He shouldn't be seen near her. He shouldn't even look at her. He was supposed to be better than this. "Um... If you want to be alone I can just go smoke somewhere else." He felt for the box of cigarettes in his pocket, thankful they were still there. Please tell me to leave. Please tell me to get the fuck out. Please tell me to never step into your life again. He steadied his body against the railing, grabbing the box of Camel's and flipping it open and closed as something for his fingers to do. He didn't even think about how his hands must look.

Dirk stood in the silence for a bit before, unfortunately, opening his mouth again, "Moms aren't even my type." Wow. Such a way with words. Die.

 

[geminiy]

Cade Adams

Things were going oddly well for Cadence. After her confrontation with CK, she felt considerably more loose and carefree. And then, of course, there was Diego who was just as charming in person as he was online. Truly surprising to Cade, seeing as most guys placed the prince online and ended up being nothing more than a measly court jester in person. But Diego felt different and hell, why not have some fun with it?

“Luckily for you,” Cadence began, ignoring the incessant buzzing of her phone in her pocket, “I am classically trained in hell raisin’. I’ve got a lot of first hand experience. I’ll have to show ya how the pros do it.”

Cade’s face fell, her eyebrows knitting together with frustration. Why the hell was her phone going off so much. At first, Cade considered ignoring it. If anyone genuinely needed her, they’d call her. And if it was Coda, really the only person who’s safety she gave a damn about, he would just come and find her. But something told her to check her phone, no matter how rude it seemed. Swiping open the phone, Cade flipped through the endless messages on the public chat as well as in her DMs.

She’d been talking to that little Ambridge kid, Oliver, for a bit, trying to keep him comfortable in his state of drunken stupidity and panic. Cade thought the situation was under control, Oliver going home with Garrett to sleep off the alcohol. Yet there were his messages lighting up her dark screen, his messages reading clear as day: he was going to the river with plans to hurt himself.

“Son of a bitch.” Cade growled to herself. Fuck, what was she supposed to do? Her mind switched off as she shoved the bottle of whiskey into Diego’s hands. She needed to go after him. Her messages were left unread, unanswered, the silence eerie and unsettling.

Twisting off her heeled boots, Cade looked around. He left out the front door. Dropping her shoes down, Cade took off at a sprint to the foyer, dodging angry drunken teenagers who cursed her out for being disruptive to their party scene. She had no time to stop, step after step hitting the ground as she burst through the front door and down the stairs. The gravel underfoot tore at the sensitive skin on the bottom of her feet but Cade couldn’t find it in herself to care. She had to find Oliver.

Spotting the boy weaving between buildings, Cade turned suddenly down a side road in an attempt to keep up with him. From what she understood, they were getting close to the river. Cade hadn’t realized how far she had gotten, how fast she had been running, until Diego’s car pulled up beside her, the window rolling down as she kept pace with the car. Pulling herself to a stop, Cade pulled the door open and hopped inside.

“Keep on straight,” Cade panted, pushing her red hair away from her face. “He’s getting closer to the river.”

As Diego took off, Cade took a minute to attempt to gather her breath. Of all the ways she pictured being rendered breathless that night, chasing after a suicidal kid hadn’t even made the list of possibilities. Her feet ached with the burn from the pavement, her lungs burned as she attempted to gather oxygen into them to slow her racing heart. It was then that she saw a figure moving by the water’s edge, causing her to lurch forward in her seat.

“Stop the car and kill your headlights.” Cade barked, waiting until the car had nearly stopped before she jumped from the car, taking off at a full sprint. The person was clearly Oliver, the dark hair and wobbling gait said it all.

He was close to the edge, too close for her comfort. She was careful as she approached him, picking up as much speed as she could before she launched herself forward, grabbing Oliver around the torso as the pair fell to the ground, Cade’s momentum rolling them away from the water’s edge. Cade wrestled herself around so that she was sitting on top of Oliver’s stomach, her knees pinning his arms to the ground.

“I told you lad,” Cade sighed, ignoring the cuts that she had just formed on her elbows and knees from her dive. “We could do this the nice way or the hard way. You’ve scared your friends half to death, what the hell were you thinkin’, saying that you were gonna drown yourself in the river?”

Cade talked down to Oliver who was still pinned beneath her. Carefully, Cade stood up, her arm wrapping around Oliver’s to pull him up along with her. Carefully, Cade guided the younger boy to the edge of the sidewalk, helping him take a seat. Grabbing her jacket, she draped it carefully around his shoulders as she crouched down in front of him.

“Take a breather, lad. You’re safe now, I promise.” Cade spoke carefully, her focus entirely on Oliver. She didn’t touch him, keeping a safe enough distance between herself and the boy as she spoke. “What happened back there? Why’d ya run?”

location

by the river

mood

'yikes'

outfit

heart-shaped box

tags

diego jasmyn
oliver Chimney Swift

coded by natasha.

 

[queanbean]

Beck Walker

"Here's fine."

Beck Walker lifted his head from where it was leaning up against the passenger side window of a friend's car and jabbed a thumb in the direction of the curb. He climbed out, waved his driver away, and stuck his hands in his pockets. This place was huge. And loud. A chill trickled down the back of his neck as though a cool wind blew through, although the night itself was pretty still. Nah, it was the neighborhood giving him the creeps. His own folks lived down just a couple blocks, so lingering around allowed the uncomfortable atmosphere of those snoots to creep in. He exhaled and kicked out one foot after the other, dragging his body toward the front door.

Man, this place was a mess. People and trash alike littered the yard - Beck thought to himself how it was a little difficult to tell the difference at times and chuckled dryly. That's alright. More chaos. Was it really a party without it?

"S'cuse me~." The crowd at the door didn't interest him all that much - a combination of old classmates and strangers either meant for a good time or a needlessly stressful one, and he was here for exactly the opposite of stress. As he wandered through the house he kept an eye out for that familiar shock of white hair that was the whole reason he had come in the first place. "Is this what I'm missing out on?" Being a drop out meant he didn't have many lingering connections in school, although a faithful few kept him in the loop enough for his own liking.

Beck eventually squeezed past a couple smashed students into the kitchen with its open expanse of goodies. His dry mouth melted a little bit - of course he wouldn't show up to a shindig like this without a little pre-party on his own. He wasn't crazy. What he was, was looking for a good time. The ruffle-headed boy bee-lined for the array of snacks with a lazy grin spread across his lips. He felt the tip of his shoe nudge something with a little give and looked down just in time to avoid tripping over some weird girl sitting on the floor. Brownie in hand and headphones in, she sure looked halfway to heaven. In a good way.

"Hey kiddo, hangin' in there? Mind if I take that?" He reached down and tousled her ginger head, then slipped a remaining half a brownie out of her loose grip. She hardly seemed to mind. Beck nudged her legs out of the way of other walkers and carefully stepped over her - minimal wobble - and hoisted himself onto the countertop. His legs swung idly as he reclined on one palm and popped the chocolate treat into his mouth. He almost had to laugh - these were definitely Dirk's.

Where was he anyway?

Location: val's party

Outfit: party

Interactions: Darby, whoever

 

[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: Distraught
location: The Bridge
❛ interaction ❜ Cade geminiy , Diego jasmyn

this scrolls too btw just in case the text overflows

✦ OLIVER DREYFUSS ✦

Oliver stumbled blindly through the darkened streets faster than his legs could safely take him, weaving in and out of alleyways and out into the road, as if somehow he knew he was being pursued. He couldn't even feel the ache in his lungs anymore, the cold autumn air biting his face and bruised, bitten arms, or the pounding in his ears, the clawing of nausea in his stomach and throat. Everything had gone white.

It hadn't even really dawned on him what he was doing, exactly. Oliver wasn't one to hurt himself knowingly; he never had. All the times he bit his skin, ran his head into the wall, avoided food and water for days, it wasn't out of self hatred or punishment. It never was. He just... he couldn't stop himself. His actions were conscious, but involuntary, like a blink of the eyes. Why was he going to the bridge? Why did he need to be there so terribly? His mind had fizzled out into a roar of warped instinct. Whatever he was doing, it was the only thing he had left to do. The only thing he still knew how to do. He had reached the end of the line, and unwittingly choked the last remaining shreds of human reasoning he had left.

He was all but a few yards from the bridge guardrail, almost close enough to pull himself over and fall back into the icy river, be safe from a grisly death at the hands of his friends, safe from his family and from the party and the terrible ache in his chest--

And then he was on the ground.

The air knocked out of his lungs, it took him a good while to register what had happened as he found himself pinned down on his back, his vision blurring into overlapping doubles as a head of ginger hair leaned over his. He genuinely wasn't sure if he'd passed out again. He might have, if only for a few seconds, but why couldn't he move? He felt like he couldn't breathe, or even feel his lungs or the air still brushing his face. Only the sharp knees pressing his arms onto the pavement, the suffocating weight of a nearly-grown young woman on his torso. His mind totally blanked out, sparing him the recollection of what had happened all the other times he was held down by a woman. Sparing him from remembering all the times he'd been trapped, broken and bleeding, warm smothering hands clamped over his mouth. Pinned to the ground like this, he seemed to all but short out.

He couldn't even scream; his breaths coming in as shallow, hitching wheezes that he didn't fully exhale out. Cade's words seemed only to crackle like static and swirl around meaninglessly in his head, popping up in his vision as blurs and ink splotches. When her arms reached down to his to pull him up, he found he had no energy left to fight back, letting himself be led to the sidewalk's edge and sat down. He flinched under the weight of the coat at first, seeming not to have expected it. He sat numb, chalk-white and silent as Cade knelt in front of him. Things began to click back into focus, one by one. The wind, the rough pavement under his legs, the red raw injuries that covered his arms. Cade's voice became words again, like a radio coming back into clarity.

“What happened back there? Why’d ya run?”

Oliver winced as if the question itself had slapped him in the face.

"I... I..." He couldn't form the words. What had he done? It all seemed too garbled and surreal to even be possible. The last few hours had just crashed down like a meteorite and disappeared just as quickly, leaving him cold and sick and confused on the sidewalk.

What had he done? Why was he going to be hurt? What was it he had stumbled into that was so unforgivably heinous that he thought he deserved to die for it?

He kept stiffly hitting the side of his palm into his head, shaking underneath Cade's coat as he bent over his knees, still struggling to catch his breath. He whispered weakly, barely audible even to himself over the ringing in his head, speaking in disconnected sentences broken by long pauses where he fought just to breathe and recollect his mangled thoughts.

"Ryan-- Ryan. I... ugh..."

"I think I'm..."

"...They hate me."

"I fucked up."

"I hate drinking."

Oliver fell silent and hung his head, with a harsh cough that quickly turned into a gag.

code by valen t.