Realistic or Modern Auburn Springs

[fin]

sly

MOOD: angry, emotional.
LOCATION: his car.
OUTFIT: xoxo
TAGS: dani jasmyn , chelsea ohdittoh , ren @le reveur, mer Soap

Sly felt his teeth grind against one another, jaws clenched against one another as he wiped Chelsea's spit off of his cheek. The Springer had the nerve to spit on him, to try and reduce him to nothing, when he was the one bound. He was the fucking loser here, and he still couldn't see it. "Pathetic," Sly thought to himself. what the fuck else had he expected? That their fight was really going to silence him in any way? That it'd make any Springer cut them some slack? So far it'd only made everything else worse.

Instead, a dry laugh escaped Sly's lips. A night riddled with one fuck or the other, why the hell should he have been surprised at this turnout? He was a screw-up, and while they might have got one up on Chelsea now, this was going to bite him in the ass later. He was sure of it.

Sly's broken smile remained plastered onto his face throughout Chelsea's eulogy. He was a dead man, bound, and surrounded by criminals. Yet somehow he still had the gall to talk to him like a peasant. Sly so badly wanted cave his head in at that moment, his hold over the wrench tightening and burning at his wrist. Still, he continued to maintain the crooked smile, Mercedes and Dani were still there to judge him and Sly didn't want Chelsea to see him break, nor did he need his ex or current girlfriend to see him in the light Chelsea wanted to reveal.

"You're not as stupid as you look." Sly answered as Chelsea gave in. He rose up from his crouching position, tossing the phone, and wallet that they'd picked off of Chelsea's person onto is lap. Sly sure as hell wasn't going to pay out of his pocket for Chelsea's supplies.

"Huh?" Dani had summoned Sly, and in her hand he could make out the green and gray bubbles of a text chat. Mercedes had tried to expose them, he knew he couldn't blame her, but it didn't erase how let down he was at the realization. Sly took one final look at Chelsea, a glare really, and forced the bottom of his boot into the wooden seat. The chair craned backwards with Chelsea still on it, splintering into pieces as Chelsea's weight came down onto it. It was going to take a little wiggling, but Chelsea would be able to get out of the rope now.

Sly took to the exits along with the remaining Bridgers. This was only be the beginning of something terrible. He could feel it in his gut.

****
The ride back, and across the bridge was a silent one filled with tension from the night's past events. Sly's hold over the wheel was wet and sweaty, and he couldn't seem to stop focusing on that smell-- the foul smell Chelsea had left behind in his car. It needed a wash. But focusing on the smell only came as an excuse to Sly, a thought pushing out what he really wanted to address. What the hell did Dani have to say about everything that'd happened tonight? He knew Ren, this was likely just another day for her. But Dani... while a fellow Bridger, was Sly's girl. She would always be innocent to him, but now he'd roped her into a crime. One he knew would have dire repercussions in future.

Fuck, fuck. And, oh wait. Fuck.

code by low fidelity.

Spoiler: Mobile Friendly XoXo

Sly felt his teeth grind against one another, jaws clenched against one another as he wiped Chelsea's spit off of his cheek. The Springer had the nerve to spit on him, to try and reduce him to nothing, when he was the one bound. He was the fucking loser here, and he still couldn't see it. "Pathetic," Sly thought to himself. what the fuck else had he expected? That their fight was really going to silence him in any way? That it'd make any Springer cut them some slack? So far it'd only made everything else worse.

Instead, a dry laugh escaped Sly's lips. A night riddled with one fuck or the other, why the hell should he have been surprised at this turnout? He was a screw-up, and while they might have got one up on Chelsea now, this was going to bite him in the ass later. He was sure of it.

Sly's broken smile remained plastered onto his face throughout Chelsea's eulogy. He was a dead man, bound, and surrounded by criminals. Yet somehow he still had the gall to talk to him like a peasant. Sly so badly wanted cave his head in at that moment, his hold over the wrench tightening and burning at his wrist. Still, he continued to maintain the crooked smile, Mercedes and Dani were still there to judge him and Sly didn't want Chelsea to see him break, nor did he need his ex or current girlfriend to see him in the light Chelsea wanted to reveal.

"You're not as stupid as you look." Sly answered as Chelsea gave in. He rose up from his crouching position, tossing the phone, and wallet that they'd picked off of Chelsea's person onto is lap. Sly sure as hell wasn't going to pay out of his pocket for Chelsea's supplies.

"Huh?" Dani had summoned Sly, and in her hand he could make out the green and gray bubbles of a text chat. Mercedes had tried to expose them, he knew he couldn't blame her, but it didn't erase how let down he was at the realization. Sly took one final look at Chelsea, a glare really, and forced the bottom of his boot into the wooden seat. The chair craned backwards with Chelsea still on it, splintering into pieces as Chelsea's weight came down onto it. It was going to take a little wiggling, but Chelsea would be able to get out of the rope now.

Sly took to the exits along with the remaining Bridgers. This was only be the beginning of something terrible. He could feel it in his gut.

****
The ride back, and across the bridge was a silent one filled with tension from the night's past events. Sly's hold over the wheel was wet and sweaty, and he couldn't seem to stop focusing on that smell-- the foul smell Chelsea had left behind in his car. It needed a wash. But focusing on the smell only came as an excuse to Sly, a thought pushing out what he really wanted to address. What the hell did Dani have to say about everything that'd happened tonight? He knew Ren, this was likely just another day for her. But Dani... while a fellow Bridger, was Sly's girl. She would always be innocent to him, but now he'd roped her into a crime. One he knew would have dire repercussions in future.

Fuck, fuck. And, oh wait. Fuck.

 

[StrawberryDreamer]

Dirk Morte: Outfit, feeling grape vengeance?

Dirk smiled as he watched Beck splash his feet in the pool. God he missed being a kid like that. How was Beck so free? Probably because he’d freed himself. It wasn’t something Dirk had the guts to do. He couldn’t just go anywhere. If he was getting out, he was getting out for real, leaving this whole town behind. “You know you always have a place at the good ol Morte household, right?” Something didn’t sit right with him about Beck just staying with strangers. He didn’t know what he’d do if someone hurt him. He didn’t like the thought of him just sleeping on the streets either.

Dirk barely could react when Beck threw a grape at him. “Whoops,” He smiled, sliding off the chair and onto the ground. He crawled his way over to sit next to Beck. He threw his shoes behind him before putting his feet in the pool as Beck had. Holy shit that was cold. He tried not to react too much as he turned to look at Beck on the ground. “I’m sure I’d have found some entertainment.” None of it would’ve been as good. This was better than watching any Bridger start a fight.

Dirk went back to looking across the lawn. The yard was just above a road, the lights of cars passing so fast. That’s how time had seemed lately. Everything was moving around him and he was just stagnate. Would he ever start to feel better? Would he make it through this? He laid down beside Beck, letting the skyline rush out of his vision. He wasn’t so sure that he’d ever feel alive, but at least tonight he didn’t feel quite as dead anymore.

“I think you owe me a grape,” Dirk smiled, plucking one off the vine Beck held and popping it in his mouth. Grapes and chocolate wasn’t exactly a great combo in his mind, but the poor, smashed grape on the ground needed some vengeance. He felt a splash from Beck hit his face. “Hey, you tryin to start a war here?” He joked, splashing Beck back with his foot.

 

[ohdittoh]

fillerfillerfillfillerfillerfillerlerfilelifr 10:05 PM fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfilr

... chelsea freud ...

MOOD

???

LOCATION

???

TAGS

sly fin dex hery mercedes Soap

Chelsea could still feel Mercedes’ blood on his hands as Sly stood. Time fell into a lull. Every second— every nanosecond— was reduced to a sixteenth its speed. As he stared, his eyes captured everything around him. He could see the dust swirling about Sly’s feet in the hazy, orange light, the sweat dripping from his face, every sway of the hairs beside his ears, the subtle movement of the light on his jacket, everything. Every rapid beat of Chelsea’s heart had minutes between it, and each kick rattled his body. His eyes throbbed, his vision swelling for an instant each time his heartbeat kicked.

He was taking everything because he knew that Sly, right now, had the power to forfeit this whole kidnapping shit.

Sly, right now, had the power to kill him.

He was at his mercy, and, for once in his life, he didn’t even have a moment to think of how pathetic the whole situation was.

Then, something fell into his lap, and his eyes, still seeing in slow motion, shifted from Sly to the things in his lap, his blinking sending soft ringings in his ears. When he saw what it was, everything became real speed again.

It was his wallet and his phone. The familiar sight of the dark brown patent leather sent a wave of relief over him, and his jaw relaxed momentarily. The pain in his face, forgotten in the midst of the panic of facing down one’s fate, swelled back in his face, and he grimaced, which only served to send another shock of pain, followed by the dull ache that alerted that his injuries were still there.

For once, he was relieved to feel that pain. After all, that meant that he was still alive.

Something shifted beneath him, and his heart skipped a beat.

Shit. He’d spoken too soon.

He was going to die.

Then he heard something snap, whatever was behind his back gave way, the tightness of the ropes loosening.

It was as if he was a paralyzed man, just told that he could walk again. It took a moment for it to cognate, and then, he looked down at the ropes on him, wiggling a bit as the retreating footsteps echoed about him.

He was…free. He was alive. Mer was alive.

He was alright. Injured, but alright.

If he had been narrating this situation in his right mind, he would have said something about how he was going to gut the Bridgers— how he was going to eviscerate them, bathe in their blood— but for now, he hadn’t the mind to think that. He had only the mind to wiggle his way out of his ropes, let them fall from him, look to his sister, and pick up his phone.

His finger tapped the most recent call, and he pressed it to his ear.

Chelsea wondered if this was how he had felt back then, too. Back when Chelsea had rolled up to see him dirtying his hands with that blood that had been so hard to get out of his clothes because of all of the gore that had thickened it.

Had he been so terrified for his life? Had he felt like his whole future hanging on the other boy?

Like he was praying to the other person like he was a god, hoping that he’d act in his favor?

Had he felt so suspended? Had he felt so in limbo?

He heard a soft click, and his heart beat in his throat as he gave words that sounded more like a plea:

“Dex…come get me.”

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[jasmyn]

OUTFIT: xoxo

basics

harry fin

interactions

karmyn
raven
faith

mentions

Valerie Flores

val ~ seventeen ~ senior ~ bi ~ auburn springs

Harry’s comments cause Val to roll her eyes though the playful smirk still remained to show she wasn't annoyed, more like amused. His confidence was admirable especially to a girl like Valerie Flores. “I’m impressed by your memory, that’s all,” she said with a simple shrug as he sat down beside her. The brunette knew what Harry was doing with his overly confident comments and she wanted to knock him down a peg. Not in a malicious way because she still found him to be fun to toy around with.

Truth be told, Harry wasn’t bad company and even she could admit that. He wasn’t overly annoying or from the wrong side of the tracks and he was a good time which she could appreciate. Still, Val was Val, and letting someone think that they had her in the bag wasn’t usually her thing. She liked to be chased after and if she did give you her time of day, you'd better be worth it. Harry might've been but she wasn't gonna tell him that.

When he mentioned how tedious she was to maintain like the flowers he'd brought for her Val couldn't help but laugh a little. Of course, from anyone else she might've taken offense but she knew he meant no harm and it wasn't like he was wrong. “I prefer high maintenance to tedious. Has a better ring to it, don’t you think?” she asked with a smirk to match his.

She was honestly surprised by him remembered when they'd met. It would’ve been romantic if they were a couple or something but they weren’t and so she chose not to comment on it. “How honored am I that you learned all this just to show off for me,” she said, picking her cup up and taking a sip before nearly choking on his next words. I can't help but inquire about what's going on between you, and that beauty. Ugh. Why did everyone have to mention Raven to her?

"Nothing is going on. She's just some girl who has a crush on me. That's all," Val said flatly though she was spending more time trying to convince people (herself included) that she was far from attracted to the girl. "I don't get why everyone keeps asking about it. I mean, it's pathetic really," she continued, lying through her teeth for the second time.

It wasn't like she could very well admit she was into the Bridger. Not to Harry. Hell, she'd even skated around admitting it to her closest friends like Karmyn and Faith although she knew better than to think they believed her. "I'm not into strays," she added for good measure in an effort to get the point across, to anyone who would listen, that it was never gonna happen.

code by valen t.

 

[jasmyn]

OUTFIT: xxx

basics

oliver @Chimney Swift

mentions

cade @geminiy

interactions

diego martinez

d ~ eighteen ~ senior ~ hetero ~ ambridge

Diego honestly didn't understand what the deal was with this Oliver kid. He'd seen him around Ambridge and on social media due to them having mutual friends but she didn't get why everyone babied him or whatever. The kid was old enough to know better and to have his shit halfway together. When Diego was his age he didn't have someone older looking out for him. He had to grow up and do it himself, he depended on himself and wasn't running around crying at every corner.

Of course, Diego had ended up in jail but that was beside the point. The point was they had to stop holding Oliver's hand. It was annoying and in his opinion only doing more harm than good. Still, here he was chasing after the boy to impress Cade. Well, and because he didn't want anyone killing themselves, no matter how annoying. Diego wasn't a shitty person or anything.

He shut off the headlights at the redhead's request and came to a stop, before he could ask if she'd spotted the little shit, Cade was jumping out of the car and tackling Oliver to the ground. Diego gave it a few seconds and then he opened the door and stepped out into the faint light that the moon reflected onto them. He didn't bother walking over to them, knowing that Cade had a much better chance than he did at convincing the kid to come with them.

If anything, him approaching them would only freak Oliver out more than he already was and Diego didn't want to be chasing him for the second time in one night or he might actually strangle the boy himself. Instead, he leaned back on the hood of the car and listened in on the conversation, waiting in case he did need to step in for whatever reason.

code by valen t.

 

[jasmyn]

OUTFIT: xxx

basics

none.

mentions

mason Winona

interactions

Jade Jennings

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

Should Jade have known better than to get Mason drunk on tequila? Yes. Then again, she should’ve known better than to drink it herself if she was completely honest. She’d seen Mason drink hard liquor a few times and it had ended one of two ways. Sex or trouble, although sometimes the two went hand in hand. Still, they both seemed to need it and he matched her vibe so here they were.

Searching Valerie’s house for something to destroy for fun….or to make them feel better. Whatever the case, it was benefitting them both. Better hanging out with someone familiar and doing something rather than sit in a crowd of people you didn’t know and do nothing. They walked through the hall, looking into the rooms for something interesting enough as she listened to him fumble around with her question.

Nothing. Something. Whatever the fuck they were doing, it was obvious Mason was just as confused by his choices as Jade was. When he trailed off she let her eyes flicker over to him for a moment. He didn’t really have to finish the sentence for Jade to guess that he was probably thinking of his baby mama. She didn’t really know much about the girl. In all honesty, she didn’t even remember her name but she knew enough to know that the girl had some kinda hold on him.

Dumb to try and fucking date, you know? I'm kind of shit at the whole datin' thing. Yeah, it was dumb to date. People only disappointed so why give them the chance to? “Dating is pointless anyway, isn’t it? I mean, what’s the fun in being tied to one person? Just feels restricting for no reason,” she shrugged as she stepped into the library with him.

Her eyes scanned the shelves and she smirked as she pulled one from its place and dropped it on the ground. When it landed with a thud she spun around to face him. “Well, if there is nothing to steal then trashing the place it is, right?” she said with a mischievous look in her eyes. The point was finding any trouble they could after all.

“No reason. Just wondering if I’m gonna have to deal with a jealous girlfriend or be called a whore again just for hanging out with you,” she teased, making sure to crack a smile so he knew she was only joking. Turning back to face the bookshelves she pulled a few more books out and tossed them to the ground, walking over to a nearby globe and spinning it on its stand.

Jade took a drink from the bottle that they were over halfway through and put it down on one of the tables. The blonde wiped her mouth and took a deep breath, a smile tugging at her lips as the previous shots started to take even more of an effect. "This looks breakable. Wanna do the honors?” she questioned, holding up a vase full of flowers that she'd picked up from the table.

code by valen t.

 

[jasmyn]

OUTFIT: xxx with black combat boots

basics

ck
ren
mer

mentions

sly fin

interactions

Danielle Monroe

dani ~ seventeen ~ senior ~ bisexual ~ ambridge

Honestly, Dani was relieved when Sly took her advice to get the hell out of there because for a second she was starting to question what he planned on doing with Chelsea. Sitting in the car the tension was high and she was sure that they all felt it. The one good thing about most Bridgers, especially the trio here, was that their silence after a high stake situation wasn't confusing. It was understood that what had happened was between them and as crazy as that seemed it was just the Bridger way.

As they pulled up to Ren's place, Dani let her eyes met the girls and she let out a quick thanks as if that was even enough. Sure, Ren was used to this kinda thing, Dani wasn't stupid. That didn't mean she'd had to get involved with this particular situation. They were all friends but Ren didn't have to help Sly and yet she had anyways which Dani appreciated. It was probably better that she was there if Dani was being honest with herself.

When they pulled off, the pink-haired girl turned back to face the road ahead of them and fell silent again. There was so much to say and yet Dani couldn't find the courage to even speak up. She'd seen so many different sides of Sly at this point but this was different. It had scared her. It wasn't that he scared her because he'd never let anything happen to her. Dani knew that one-hundred percent.

The thought of him throwing his life away for some stupid fight though? Him staying silent as Mercedes, his ex-girlfriend, talked to her any fucking way she pleased? Kidnapping? None of it sat right with her. As much as she wanted to avoid any fights with Sly she was feeling too many emotions and the more she sat in silence thinking about it, the more they were boiling over. But as time went on, as the silence lingered, she couldn't stop herself.

"What the hell was that? Why did you get into a fight with Chelsea Freud again? And at a Springer party of all places," the words poured out of Dani's mouth before she could even stop and think of what she was saying."I mean, we had a tied-up frat boy in an abandoned warehouse half an hour ago and now what? We have to trust that he and his sister were too scared to open their mouths to anyone about it the second we left. Do you even realize what could happen if-" she stopped herself.

"Fucks sake, Sly," she shook her head, finally tearing her eyes away from the dashboard and letting them fall on him. She was searching for anything to indicate what he was thinking or feeling. Normally she could get an easier read on him but this was not a normal situation and not being able to predict his reaction gave her a sinking feeling. "What were you thinking?" she added, shaking her head as she stared his way.

code by valen t.

 

[Soap]

Oh.

This guy was fun.

In Raven's book he was already safe. Her gaze traveled slowly towards his lips and returning back to his eyes. She came here to have fun tonight, not get insulted by the hostess. While beautiful, Valerie had the tendency to make her rather curious-- and ultimately pissed. And Raven wasn't exactly used to that.

"Like I said on twitter, I would love to get to know you tonight, and body shots would be the most fantastic chance to do so. Wouldn't you agree, beautiful?"

See, Raven was used to that. As she said earlier, anyone here would take her up on the chance to entertain her for the night. Valerie didn't want to, but that didn't mean it was about to ruin her night. Definitely not. Fuck. That. Raven was going to enjoy herself no matter what happened tonight. And Frankie? Well, he was the perfect little guinea pig. "Wouldn't I?" Raven didn't hesitate before grabbing him by hand, dragging him towards a nearby table and leaning him against it. The brunette kept her gaze on him, hardly breaking contact while she poured a shot of tequila.

Did it seem slutty to do body shots with a random stranger?

Maybe.

Possibly.

But did she care?

Of course not.

Momentarily placing the shot down, Raven leaned her body against Frankie's, grabbing the salt behind him and lifting her hand to his chin, slightly turning his head. "You sure you're okay with me licking you?" A tease of a smile played on her lips, amusement piquing through her light eyes. Just because he had simply agreed to body shots before, maybe he didn't know what it entailed? Raven didn't feel like being a stickler.

But it was always nice to make sure. And of course, Raven was nothing but polite. "I wouldn't want to invade your... personal space." A finger traced circles around his neck where the salt would be placed. Clearly, that was already invaded how little distance there was between them.

But... who was complaining?

Raven

INTERACTIONS:: Frankie,

MENTIONS: Valerie

TAGS: jasmyn r e i

code by valen t.

 

[hery]

Dexter Cruz

Auburn Springs

Dexter stood idly by the front door to Val's place, ready to walk outside and get the hell out of the party. It wasn't his worst one, by any means, and he mostly had petty reasons for wanting to leave. He was all alone and there was just no fun in getting fucked up without a buddy to tell you you're making the wrong choices. He hesitated, thinking over and over about if he wanted to leave or not. He'd already called Elena and requested a chauffeur back home early, so the deed was done. Stepping into the quiet outdoor area would only make the party end sooner rather than later.

Before Dex could make up his mind to remain by the door inside or wait outside, a young boy bolted past him and threw open the door, causing Dex to leap backwards. He craned his neck out the door to watch him run off. The boy's small frame and messy hair was familiar... it was definitely Oliver. He'd caused several stirs on Twitter and had even briefly talked with Dex himself, so this turn of events didn't surprise him at all. Oh, well. The kid would just blow off some steam and get tuckered out eventually, so what's the big deal?

The dimwitted senior pointed in the direction Oliver had ran to a rather demanding Cade and Diego, observing the beginning of their adventure with intrigue. He'd have preferred to be in on the action, however he had a much more crucial duty to attend to. On his way out, Oliver had dropped his phone onto the ground. He concealed it while Cade and Diego had run off after the boy not out of a desire to keep it for himself, but mostly that it didn't dawn on him that it would be much more convenient to relieve the item to the people pursuing the kid.

From that moment on, Dex was the keeper of the phone. He'd protect it at all costs, despite Henri's demands to return it to her and Eugene's constant pressuring to leave Oliver a few surprises in his camera roll. No, Dexter would keep it classy with just a photo of his face on the lock screen. It was much more harmless than a flurry of spider gifs and would be much less likely to attract the rage of the Bridgers so obsessively worrying over Oliver.

Turns out, Dexter wasn't the best at protecting others' possessions. Who knew? He'd already managed to get grease and hummus all over the phone while he waited by the door, scrubbing it with the bottom of his shirt every few moments in a futile effort to clean it off. It didn't work well, but at least he tried. Dex's biggest mistake, though, was forgetting he had the phone in his pocket when Elena arrived to drive him home. No worries! I'll see him at school Monday. Probably.

Just as Dex had gotten home and put on his froggy slippers, his phone started buzzing in his pocket. Was someone worried for him, perhaps? Maybe he was missed after all. No, everyone seemed to be either not at the party or plenty preoccupied. Before checking his phone, Dex was already confused as to why he was receiving this phone call so late at night and who was responsible for it. The tall boy put his hand in the wrong pocket and fished out the wrong phone, Oliver's phone. He set the device on the table and reached into his other pocket to grasp his own phone of a much newer model. It was horrendously cracked on the front screen despite being nearly brand new.

He squinted to get a look at the name flashing on his screen, peering past the cracks and straining his eyes (which should have had glasses over them) to get a clearer image: First Mate Captain Shell-Sea Shanty Freud. Or, better known as the ever-lovable Chelsea Freud.

The call shouldn't have stuck Dex as odd. Chelsea was his best friend and they'd talked on the phone at strange hours on many occasions, so lateness shouldn't have been a problem. Dex was usually the one initiating the late night calling, but still, not super weird. So, maybe it didn't bother Dex after all. Maybe the heavy sense of dread welling in his stomach wasn't real nor at all necessary.

"Dex... come get me."

Dexter's resting smile faded. His stomach twisted itself into a figure-eight knot while his chest tightened, knocking all of the wind from his lungs. CK's words, his tone... both were familiar in that the same urgent words had come out of Dex's own mouth a long time ago. The previously inexplicable pit in his stomach now made more sense than anything that had happened that day. "Where are you?" he inquired gravely, his voice dipping an octave lower than usual. There was no need for explanation. Dex was very openly a follower of sorts, however this moment was different. He'd do and believe anything Chelsea told him, as the pleading tone speaking back at him was the only S.O.S. he needed to slap him in the face and throw him into action.

Wasting no time, Dex looked behind him to see that Elena had already gone off to another room. He scanned the table next to him for the keys his half-sister had set down and swiped them without a second thought. He wasn't supposed to be driving for legal reasons and, judging by the few beers he'd had early on in the night, he was erring on the dangerous side in terms of BAC. He cautiously opened the front door back up, making sure to make as little of noise as possible. The dark-haired boy rushed to the car he had just come home in, hanging onto every sound coming from the other end of his phone conversation. Acting on an instinct he never knew he'd have to tap into, Dex stated, "Just tell me where to go. I can be on my way right now."

his car

it's go time

clothes

ohdittoh (Chelsea)

coded by natasha.

 

[r e i]

FRANKIE LEONARDO GOMEZ

mood: heaven + location: val's house + outfit: xxx + tags: Soap

This must be heaven. Frankie smirked at Raven, and she pulled him to a table and leaned him against it. Body shots with strangers are all the more so fun. There's no commitment, and there's no talking. There's just liquor, salt, and lime. He kept contacting with Raven as she poured her shot of tequila. Smirking, as she placed the shot down, and came close to him. He grabbed her waist softly, pulling her even closer. This was a dream, that he had always wanted to have. Raven was the perfect person to mess around with. She didn't care and just wanted to have some fun. The same reason for him. He wanted to have some no commitment fun. So he smiled and leaned close to her ear as she softly traced where she would be placing the salt. "Now beautiful, that's why we are here. I would love for you to lick me, wherever and whenever you want. " He was a player, a flirter. There's wasn't a regret that he was breaking girls hearts. He just didn't care anymore. Maybe he'll start to care at one point but that might be far away at this point.

He lost his ability to care, the moment he saw his ex-girlfriend with another guy.

So maybe there will be karma one day, who fucking knows. All he knows is that there's a fucking beautiful girl wanting to do body shots and he wasn't gonna deny her request. "Darling, I don't think you are close enough. You might need to move a little closer to break my personal space. " He says as he kisses her neck and moves away. He looks at her.

"Now are we going to do this or not, because, beautiful I can't wait another second. "

Now this will be fun.

coded by natasha.

 

[ohdittoh]

fillerfillerfillfillerfillerfillerlerfilelifr 10:05 PM fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfilr

... chelsea freud ...

MOOD

???

LOCATION

somewhere in ambridge

TAGS

dex hery mercedes Soap

"Where are you? Just tell me where to go. I can be on my way right now."

That was a good question: where the hell was he? Breathing heavily, Chelsea looked for any sign around himself that gave any clue as to where he was. The signs outside were blurry; something had probably gotten in his eyes, and he blinked as hard as he could, stumbling over to the doorway, his knees beneath him threatening to give way as he struggled to balance himself.

Outside, his eyes searched the street, panicked. He knew that they were still here— they were still here somewhere— and his life depended on Dex. He could feel his stomach churning, and the nausea in his head made him nearly vomit.

No, if he couldn’t figure out where he was, he was going to die. His sister was going to die. He had to remain calm; he had to assess the situation.

“I don’t fucking know,” he muttered into the receiver. His eyes looked for a street sign or something, but he saw nothing. “I…I think that I might be in Ambridge.” His breathing was ragged; his speech was slurred. As he stumbled while speaking, his voice bounced and wobbled.

The broken, red bricks of the building beside the one that he had been in felt rough beneath his hands as he fell against it to steady himself. The pain in his face and whatever the hell was going on with his swimming vision and messed up voice was getting to him. It was so nearly too much to handle.

He reminded himself once more everything that was riding on this.

Everything rode on this; everything rode on Dex.

He looked to his left. In the distance, past a long row of floodlights, he could see a tiny fleck of color: a flashing red.

There had to be a streetlight, which meant that there was a sign, which meant that there was some way that he could know.

He tried to take off into a run, but something in his side cried out for him to stop, and he hunkered, breathing heavily into the phone as immense pain rushed over his body, the epicenter of it— one of his left ribs— sending rapid shocks with each breath. He gave a soft groan, stumbling further on his unsteady feet though his vision pulsated with different colors and spots and his head swum and got further and further into dangerous territory.

Every sound that Chelsea heard sent a ring of panic to his ears, but he kept going with his head forward, past all of the broken buildings, past all of the potholes, past all of the discarded cigarettes and fermenting roadkill and boxes in the alleys, fighting the pain and the fatigue and the threat of his body shutting down.

Finally, he made it to the street sign, and he felt, once more, as if he were going to pass out.

He’d made it.

“The corner of North Nixon Street and Cross Lane,” he managed between heaving breaths. “Come get me,” he repeated, voice desperate.

With that, keeping his ear pressed to his phone, he stumbled to the nearest building, falling against it and sinking to the disgusting ground.

There was no way that he could make it back to the building.

He prayed to whoever was up there to keep his sister safe, and he felt himself fall into the emptiness between conscious and unconscious.

He was still awake, but he had fallen past the feeling, and past the seeing, and past the hearing, and past the thinking.

He just couldn’t do it anymore.

His fate rested with Dex. It was his move that would either save him or kill him.

He hoped that the other boy made the same choice that Chelsea had made, be it from returning the favor or just out of the kindness of his heart.

Please, he felt himself whisper, though he couldn’t hear it in his ears. Please.

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[Winona]

fillerfillerfillfillerfillerfillerlerfilelifr 7:45 AM fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfilr

Mason

INTERACTIONS

Jade

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

jasmyn

Mason shrugged at her comment. He... obviously had a different opinion when it came to dating, given his long relationship with Adriane -- and, well, his abrupt willingness to get into another one. It was stupid to still be fostering this little flame of hope after his last relationship left him heartbroken and with a child to care for.

"It's nice," he started again. "Datin'. Havin' someone that's there just to be there because they want to be. Nice to feel like someone in the world would care if you just closed your eyes and never opened them again."

The air felt heavy after the words left his mouth, and he hated how true it felt. His reliance on Adriane had been completely unhealthy -- Mason recognized that -- but without her? He didn't think there'd be any chance of him standing here, breathing, today. She helped in more ways than people were willing to give her credit for, just because of what she did at the end of their relationship.

"Trash it is." He agreed and glanced over at Jade when he heard the resonating thud of the bookshelf going down. A grin slid onto his face and it might not have seemed like they were doing much -- just knocking over a few bookshelves -- but Mason didn't normally do this kinda shit. Usually he just came to parties to drink a beer, hook up, and go home. Not actually enjoy himself.

Mason took a heavy book from one of the bookshelves before he grabbed it and yanked it down with one hand. It fell to the ground with that soothing crashing sound. He then took the bed and turned towards the windows. Mason fixed his grip, and then he threw it at the window with all his might. The book crashed through and the sound of shattering glass was like music to his ears.

"Who was callin' you a whore?" He asked as he turned away from the broken glass, completely missing her teasing smile. Hey, people calling you a whore was not something you joked about. He stepped on the bookshelf he'd just knocked over and walked across it before hopping down on the other side so he was closer to Jade. "Was it the Springers? Doesn't really matter what they say anyway, though. They all think the worst of us."

Mason thought the worst of them, too.

"I don't know. Honey's nice and all, but... she hurt Drake's feelings. Gotta kinda put him first and I can't date a girl that's already fightin' with my brother before we've even gone on a date."

Drake was going to be the reason he fucking died alone.

"Ah, Jade, flowers? You shouldn't have." Mason joked as he took the vase from her. He turned away, glancing around the room before he saw a lovely desk in the corner with papers. Fancy shit. Probably lawyer shit or something -- weren't all rich people lawyers or something? It kinda seemed like it.

He threw the vase, watching with a grin as it smashed against the desk top, sending water, shards of vase, and flowers all over the desk and scattered them across the ground.

"Best fuckin night ever."

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[LowkeyLovingLoki]

count your calories

Eden grinned as Roman held out the corsage in front of her, glancing back at him. It didn't to matter to her if they were going to prom, a party, or to the fast food restaurant down the road. What mattered to her was the sentiment which Roman had clearly been hoping to display, and Eden knew that. She watched Roman's hands as they pinned the corsage onto her dress, and of course, she kissed him back, and leaned into him as he kissed her forehead. "You're the best," she whispered, meaning it wholeheartedly.

At Valerie's, Eden very deliberately did not look at anyone who she thought was looking at her, and she definitely did not try to figure out what they thought of how she looked. When Roman returned with their drinks, Eden took hers with a grateful smile and hooked her hand around his upper arm gently. She chuckled as she took a sip and shook her head. "You know these guys. They won't be leaving the party until Val kicks them out," she pointed out, allowing herself to look around a bit.

eden

MOOD: partay

LOCATION: home -> val's party

OUTFIT: x

INTERACTIONS: fin

code by valen t.

 

[hery]

Dexter Cruz

Auburn Springs

Dex shifted uncomfortably. CK's silence was unbearable. The incredibly antsy boy could hear the sound of his own heart beating, thumping, pounding at his chest. Say something. Please say something. You have to say something. Tell me anything. I just need to know you're-

There was a sound of shuffling-- movement. Dex pulled himself out of the recesses of his thoughts, waving away the static of his mind with his full attention to the other line. He could hear breathing, maybe even a low grunt. Only a few moments had passed, but he needed an answer now. Dex shoved the key into the ignition with a shaky hand, overflowing with adrenaline and an immense, restless sense of dread.

"Please. Tell me. Tell me!" Dex pleaded, his voice rising to a shout. He had to be there. The time had finally come where Chelsea was depending on him, the one chance he'd get to reciprocate what had been done for him on a day that seemed like forever ago. However brainless or incompetent everyone saw him to be, he'd do this right and he'd take it seriously. Dexter had the heartbeat of a hummingbird and his breathing was just shy of being considered hyperventilating.

Chelsea's voice returned. The inconsistencies in his manner of speech made him wince, piling on more fear about a decidedly grave situation Dex had no context about. Dex felt a fraction of his tension slip away and, while his best friend spoke, his breathing and rapid heart rate slowed. "Ambridge, yeah, yeah, I can get there. I'm coming, just... just hang on, buddy." The frantic boy pulled out of the driveway and stepped on the gas, speeding out of the area. He swerved twice just getting out of the neighborhood, nearly hitting a mailbox for the second time in his life.

Go. Go. Go faster. "Sorry, lady!" Dexter cried out to a frazzled pedestrian, his attention split between the phone and the road. Coupled with the fact that Dex was a naturally dangerous driver, no one on the road was safe tonight. He's depending on you. Don't fail him. Don't be a goddamn, stupid, worthless idiot. Think this time. Think! He let out a low whimper and bit his lip hard. It would have surely bled if he had teeth like Ren's. Ren, where'd you go tonight? I wish you were here to help me. I can't do it alone. I won't make it on my own. I'm helpless.

Dexter had discovered in those past few minutes that being alone with your thoughts can be scary, downright nerve-wracking at times. It was easier to let go, act on instinct, possibly lose control and do what feels right. But it never worked. And this time, he couldn't falter with so much at stake. He could feel the desperation dripping off of Chelsea's voice, flowing into his ears and forming a pulsating, deafening mass of consternation and urgency. This time, however, words Dex himself had uttered penetrated his mindspace:

"CK... I need you to come here."

Dex gritted his teeth as distant memories emerged onto the forefront of his consciousness, burned into his brain months and months ago. He recalled shame, guilt, fear, helplessness, and an unbridled rage. Images of a secluded location. Two people alone. It was all a blur. Dex remembered a few more words:

"I don't remember what happened. I messed up. Or I'm about to mess up. I don't know. CK, please. Help me."

Was Chelsea drowning in the same despair Dex had succumbed to so long ago? But he was such a proud, strong, popular guy. He solved Dex's problems easily. How could someone so capable not? Dex wasn't the same. He couldn't do anything right but be goofy and make friends and foes by accident. Before he knew it, Dex's vision was obscured by tears, which were too scarce to break past his eyeball and pour down his cheeks.

Amid his unwelcome recollection of events long ago, Chelsea's voice broke back into the air. Or, rather, his heavy breathing. "What is it, CK? I'm on my way out of Ambridge. Just give me an address. Or a street. I-I need to go off of something." Dammit. He was a little choked up. What would Chelsea do? How did he make his voice so confident, uncaring, unafraid of whatever lay ahead. The tension threatened to shatter Dex's resolve. His adrenaline kept him attentive, his clammy hands squeezing the steering wheel with a death grip.

"North Nixon and Cross. Yeah, yeah, I promise I'll be there. Please be okay." Dex was never as stoic as the other boys in has class, nor did he try to be. His demeanor was often cheery and on the childish side, however his radiant positivity didn't make him any less of a crybaby in stressful situations. He was still choked up, so much so that he had to cough to retain a more natural voice. His teeth bit into his lip again, drawing blood. His non-Ren teeth, sinking into the flesh. He could hardly feel the pain among thousands of other worries and solitary thoughts drifting across a usually-empty brain.

A buzzing interrupted the call. It was from Elena. She must have noticed Dex had gone off with the car, whether it was the tires screeching outside or the unusual silence that came with Dexter being away from home. Being the loving brother he was, Dex never ignored his sister nor his family's phone calls. But for the first time, he pressed the red button and sent her to voicemail. Perhaps Chelsea had done the same, blow off his siblings and family and drop everything else to come rescue Dex from his slipup.

If I can't do this, I can never repay him for what he's done for me. But, more than that, good deeds and reciprocation were beyond his concerns. More than that, Dexter wanted to fill his friend with the same soothing wave of relief he'd felt wash over his body nearly one and a half years ago. What was Dex thinking afterward? What had he said?

"Thank you, Chelsea."

He wanted silence. Not a silence accompanied by on and off, ragged breathing. A silent silence, without the soft sound of Dex's inconsistent heart rate. Or the sound of silent screaming within for what may or may not be to come. Not the jarring, painful, uncertain silence swallowing up Dexter as he disobeyed every traffic law imaginable to get to the street corner in time.

"I love you."

Dex couldn't hear CK's breathing at times, amplifying his fear before the sound of a cough or him slightly shifting his sitting position broke the silence. The bad silence.

He pulled up to the corner and drove slowly, peering out the window apprehensively. His headlights were on, illuminating the scene directly ahead of him until two figures showed up. CK and... Mer? She was here too? She didn't appear hurt, but she was clearly shaken, especially next to a beaten-up CK.

"You guys!" he shouted after stopping the car and dashing to his best friends' side, "I'm here, we can go now. Can you... walk?" He looked to Mer anxiously, forcing the same old, loveable Dex grin everyone had come to know and love. He carefully lifted Chelsea by his arm and escorted him to the car, shutting down the urge to sob out of relief that they were okay and that it would soon be over. He wouldn't ask questions about what happened. Just do what felt right. Just like Chelsea did.

"Do you need a, uh... doctor?"

street corner

TRYING

clothes

ohdittoh (Chelsea) Soap (Mercedes)

coded by natasha.

 

[LowkeyLovingLoki]

if i get high enough

The moment Drake started crying, Milo could physically feel his heart breaking. It was so weird, seeing Drake like this; not that Milo was judging him. But Drake was just normally so upbeat and happy, that one guy that you could always depend on to be the life of the party. Milo understood that it must get exhausting to act like that even when you don't feel like it. Even when you just want to hide away in a room with a strange boy playing Solitaire and cry.

Milo shook his head as Drake apologised, and moved a little bit closer to him on the bed. "It's okay," he assured his friend softly. "Sorry that I'm here instead of her. But she sounds wonderful." Milo was speaking honestly, and he smiled a little sadly at Drake to reaffirm his point. Hesitating, then looking down at his lap, Milo spoke again, a lot less sure of himself. "My sister... She was always my person that sat with me when I was upset. She taught me to play Solitaire, actually. When she died... Every time I was upset about her, I needed my person to sit with me again. But my person was gone." He cleared his throat and shook his head, willing himself not to make it all about him.... and also to stop thinking about her, or else he might start crying, too.

"I know it's different, but I get it. How you feel. And I'm sorry." He smiled at Drake once more, then, less hesitantly, "Do you want a hug?"

milo

MOOD: time for support

LOCATION: val's party

OUTFIT: king

INTERACTIONS: Winona

code by valen t.

 

[Nixiee]

HENRIETTA THOMAS

Henri gave a half-hearted wave goodbye as the only indication that she heard the boy leave. She was once again engrossed on her phone, but she knew that it was only serving as a distraction for her. It was a pitiful attempt to forget this night and to ignore the ever-present feeling of unease that continued to prey on her mind.

Letting out a large sigh as she finally gave up twitter for the night, she tucked her phone away and took one last glance around at the dying out party. Henri briefly wondered about Ryan and Oliver, and if they were doing ok, but she knew that her other friends were taking care of that, so she tried not to fret. Unfortunately, the feeling of unease only rose, until Henri decided that she needed to remove herself from this party – and hopefully – from this nightmare.

Henri walked out from the balcony and quietly passed some closed rooms. She briefly heard some bangs, dull thuds and... Was that the shattering of glass? At least it sounds like somebody is having a good time. Doing her best to avoid drunken idiots sloshing around whatever dark liquid they had filled their cups with, Henri sought after the large entrance hall she and Diego first walked into upon arrival. Oh, how long ago a few hours feel. She did hope Diego was enjoying his time with Cade.

Henri took a step outside and breathed in the fresh night air. A pang of guilt shot through her and she briefly thought back to her promise to let Diego drive her home, or at least for her to go home with someone... But Henri was far too tired and beyond the point of caring. The last thing she wanted to do was burden Diego, or anyone for that matter, with caring for her. Besides, it sounds like everyone has their hands full of their own shit to worry about at the moment. If Diego wants to rip into me later... Fuck it. Let him try.

Deciding that she would deal with tomorrow when it comes, Henri left Valerie’s mansion and the last dregs of the party behind her, becoming just another small shadow in the night as she started the trek back across the bridge towards home.

OUTFIT: With combat boots
INTERACTIONS: N/A
MENTIONS: Diego, Ryan, Oliver and Cade
TAGS: jasmyn

 

[Winona]

fillerfillerfillfillerfillerfillerlerfilelifr 7:45 AM fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfilr

Drake

INTERACTIONS

Milo

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

LowkeyLovingLoki

He felt like a dick when Milo mentioned his dead sister. Drake turned his gaze away from the fan to look over at Milo, although the action was lost behind the darkness of his sunglasses. Here he was complaining about utter nonsense when Milo had an actual reason to be sad, or upset, or... anything. Milo had an actual reason to feel anchored to this bed, to feel as if he was suffocating beneath a mountain of rambling thoughts that pressed against his chest and made it difficult to breathe.

Drake couldn't even imagine what it would be like to lose a sibling. Sure, technically, Mason and Drake had lost their older sister -- but she had just moved, not died, and Drake had been so little that he hadn't even been upset by the action. Drake couldn't even remember what she looked like, or sounded like, or at this point even what her name was. Every time he'd try to ask Mason questions about her, his older brother would grow uncomfortable and snappy so eventually... Drake had stopped asking.

But the thought of losing Mason? It was something that had never even crossed his mind. Probably because without a Mason, there wouldn't be a Drake. Mason was his... rock, his protector. Not that Drake would ever let his older brother know just how much he meant to Drake, of course. Mason would probably punch him if he got all sappy.

He pushed himself up into a sitting position when Milo asked about a hug. "Uh... yeah," he said, and then leaned over, wrapping his arms around Milo and pulling the older boy close. It was... nice -- to be hugged. Drake didn't think he'd actually been hugged since... probably since Adriane had been around.

"This is gonna sound stupid," he started. "But I uhh.... you lost your person, I lost my person. I'm not your sister, but I ahh.... when you need someone, if you really want, I could umm... I could be there for you. Like, chill with you when you're upset or whatever, and then you could be my person when I'm feeling down."

code by ditto (head empty go bonk)​

 

[CryptDemon]

name

Maverick Satanes

mood

bored

outfit

Here

location

the Party

mentions

Darby

tags

queanbean

Retreating beneath the hood of his dark hoodie, he reached up, idly toying with the draw strings to secure the material in place around his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes. Slipping his hands back into his pockets, his fingers moved idly against the cool material of the silver lighter tucked away in the black denim jacket he wore, adding another layer to his outfit to fend off the nights air. Stood on the edge of the curb opposite the home, he savoured the night air, knowing it was about to get a bit hotter once he was inside of the building.

Drawing the small rectangle of silver from his pocket, he flipped it open, sparking a small flame before drawing a carton from the other side of his dark jacket, deftly pulling a cigarette from the box before perching it between his lips, lighting the end and tucking the silver lighter away. As he drew in the first lungful of smoke he started to jog across the street towards the house which evidently held the party. The address was a clear give away, but it also helped that there were teens swarming and loud music stemming from inside. Stopping at the edge of the yard he paused to drop the cigarette, stomping it out beneath the heavy heel of his boot before tracking along to the front door, pushing inside silently, the faint scent of smoke clinging to his clothing like he washed in ash.

Long fingers dipped into the back pocket of his jeans, drawing out his phone to check the messages, sighing softly before tucking the piece of tech away once more, pushing through the home in search of the kitchen. He spared no time to communicate with others, not even those he remotely recognised. He was on a mission.

Once he was in the kitchen he was greeted with the sight of a certain redhead leant up against the counter, noticeably looking out of it. Tilting his head Maverick moved closer, brushing a hand through his hair to comb it out of his eyes, simultaneously pushing his hood down so he could see properly. Pausing in front of the girl, he offered her a bright smile, hands raising as he slowly moved them through an all too familiar greeting. "Sup Dorky". Maverick had been doing his best to learn sign language since his first interaction with the girl, and while he was getting better he was still somewhat slow on the uptake.

Why do we try when we're all meant to die?

code by valen t.

 

[Kio.exe]

MOOD: content?

OUTFIT: XoXo

LOCATION: the party

basics

MENTIONS:
Edwin ( hery )
INT:
None



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[/COMMENT]

tags

TL;DR Callie is bored at the party.

tl;dr

Callie Jackson

This isn’t so bad. I think.

Callie hated parties. Everything about them. The music, the food, the smell. And yet, here she was, standing behind one of the new students from Ambridge, trying to get by, dressed in cute grey pants and a black crop top. If there was one thing Auburn Springs students didn’t do it was dress half assed, and Callie was certainly proving it. Why she was here she wasn’t sure, but when she’d heard about the party from a friend she had decided to go.

“Excuse me, can you move? Please?” She asked the guy in front of her, tapping him on the shoulder. He seemed to be shaking, like he was nervous. Or cold. It was chilly out. He merely tuned his grey eyes on her, before moving to the side, allowing her to pass. As soon as she entered the house, the bass of the music could be felt in her stomach, and the dim lighting made it hard to see. People were everywhere, and the smell of warm beer permeated the place. God why was she here?

Not knowing what to do, she walked through a hallway, into what appeared to be a kitchen. There were people in here, but far less than in the main room. Red solo cups were strewn across every available space—on the table, the counter, the floor. Cringing a little, Callie picked one up from a stack of what she hoped were unused ones. There was a little cooler of ice on the floor, and she filled the cup before pouring a can of sprite into it. She wouldn’t be drinking. Not yet, at least. She’d wait and see who else decided to show up.

She was fairly certain that she had seen Sam’s car pull in. The elder Jarvis boy was surely dragged there by Edwin, his younger brother. Unlike most people in his position, Sam was a sweetheart, if not a bit brooding and reserved. His brother, on the other hand, was a trouble starter and was sure to give Callie a headache if he was here. Hopefully reinforcements would arrive before they came inside.

Callie stood, leaning against the counter, happy to observe for now. Nothing of direct interest was happening, but watching people (not in a creepy way) had always fascinated her. The way they moved, spoke and reacted to things. Everyone was different, and picking up cues was one of her few talents. If she went to college, she’d probably major in psychology. Of course her mother wanted her to be a doctor or a lawyer, but wasn’t a criminal psychologist a mixture of the two? Knowing her mother, the answer would be no.

The song changed into something Callie recognized and she hummed along. This isn’t so bad, she thought. Not bad at all.

code by valen t.

 

[CryptDemon]

name

Sandal Artois

mood

Anxious

outfit

Here

location

the party

mentions

N/A

tags

N/A

Arms crossed firmly over her chest, Sandal had her head bowed ever so slightly, gaze on the floor between her feet as the car slowly trundled along the road to her destination. Her father, the driver of the vehicle, sat in silence beside her, the two mutually ignoring each other. Slowly the relative silence of the car faded as the faint thuds of music managed to filter through the windows, accompanied with little shouts and ripples of what sounded to be laughter as the car pulled up outside of the home, the party evidently spilling out onto the front lawn.

"Sandal. Go." Her father said firmly, voice clipped, his heavily French accented voice holding firm and cutting through the air in the car like a refined blade. Flicking bright eyes up to the taller man, Sandal stayed firmly in place, only moving to pointedly lock the passenger side door, only to have the locked pop open courtesy of her father and the controls mounted on his side of the car. "Sandal. Now. It's what your mother would've wanted. Go socialise." The taller man tried once more, leaning over her and grabbing the door handle, shoving the door open to fully allow the outside air and ensuing noise flood into the cab.

Sitting still for a few long moments, Sandal finally moved, her eyes first rolling before her hands moving through the ASL (American Sign Language), to politely swear at the man, mustering as innocent of an expression as she could. She knew her father wouldn't understand. He was far more acquainted with the LSF (French Sign Language) that Sandal was originally taught. Simply shaking his head, her father nodded towards the door, sending Sandal out of the cab with a little huff. The second her feet touched the concrete and the door to the car shut behind her, her heart sped up, hand flying to her chest as she turned, pounding her fist against the car window even as the sleek black audi pulled away. For the first few feet Sandal managed to keep up, prying at the door handle before the car sped out of view.

Staring down the street after her father and the relative safety of the car, she slowly looked around, her finger tips toying with the edge of her sweater, plucking at some of the fraying strands as she slowly made her way to the other side of the street. Biting down on the inside of her cheek as she passed a group loitering at the front door, she shoved her way past, head bowed and soft blue green hair falling into her eyes.

Once inside she could feel her head spin, eyes flicking from place to place at an almost nauseating pace as she tried to keep track of everyone at once. Wrapping her arms around herself in a self soothing motion, her hands moved to rub her shoulders, her arms crossed over her chest as she made herself as small as possible, stumbling from room to room as she tried to look for a quieter spot to ground herself. Eventually Sandal found herself in the kitchen, one of the far less crowded and much quieter rooms in the building. Finding one of the corners, she kicked a red solo cup out of her way, sending it skidding into one of the many piles before pressing her back to the wall, slowly sinking down onto the floor. Once seated, her legs folded, the soles of her feet pressed together, arms still wrapped around herself as she took a few deep, long breaths.

On her exploration she had found the general layout of the home. The downstairs at least. And was feeling slightly more comfortable, slowly making an escape plan in her head which helped to ease her anxiety related to the issue, though there were far too many people and loud noises for her liking.

you must accept the dark to see the light

code by valen t.

 

[Kio.exe]

MOOD: anxious

OUTFIT: leather jacket, white shirt, jeans

LOCATION: the party

basics

MENTIONS:
Isabella
INT:
Jade ( jasmyn )


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[/COMMENT]

tags

TL;DR Fletcher might have a panic attack

tl;dr

Fletcher Gray

Fuck. Fuck.

“Excuse me. Can you move? Please?” A female voice sounded from behind Gray, startling him from his thoughts. He turned to face her, his grey eyes flashing before stepping aside, allowing her to pass before entering the house himself, closing the door behind him. Jade had said she was upstairs, and so that was where he went, following the hallway to a set of stairs.

There were a lot more people there then he would have thought, and Gray found himself pushing past several people, looking for Jade. She was no where in sight, but the door to what appeared to be a massive library was open. Knowing Jade, she’d be in there causing mischief.

Gray entered the room, whistling in appreciation at the ceiling high shelves that lined the space. As much as he hated to admit it, Gray loved to read and a place like this was heaven. Sure enough, he found Jade, indeed causing mischief. He gave her a cocky, pulling the flask out of his pocket. He unscrewed the cap and took a swig before offering it to her, frowning at his shaking hands.

“Hey Jade, baby. Did you miss me?” He asked, a smirk on his face. It was always like this with them: harmless flirting and insecurities hidden behind self assured smiles. It was tiring, but certainly better than the alternative. Besides, he was good at it, and that was rare. Gray tended to screw up more than anyone he knew.

Speaking of screw ups, he thought affectionately, when is Isa gonna get here? Where his best friend was he had no clue, but he hoped she’d get here soon. He didn’t know how long he wanted to stay, and she’d asked to stay at his place. If she wanted a ride she’d have to go on the bike with him. He hadn’t thought to bring his car.

Maybe he’d hijack rich boy Samuel Jarvis’s fancy camaro. He certainly had enough money to replace it. Grinning at the thought of it, Gray took a minute to observe the others with Jade, who’s names he couldn’t be bothered to remember right at that moment. He grinned at them too, but more like how a cat would grin at a mouse before he ate it.

But he was still nervous.

Why was he nervous?

code by valen t.

 

[fin]

harry

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

Harry's eyes fell flat at Valerie's words. She swore nothing was going on between herself and Raven, but the flustered look he'd found Valerie with would've said otherwise.

The subtle jab about Val not being into strays did encourage a chuckle from Harry. The whole Ambridge v. Auburn Springs beef was more than entertaining to watch. Everybody was so agitated by this imaginary boundary put up by separating towns. How the hell did sports rivalries not turn deadly in either city?

It didn't matter too much to Harry though, he'd done his fair share trying to help Val both now, and on Twitter. Valerie's coming to accept her own terms was a matter of-- well, it was a matter of her. He was dealing with his own demons-- the eerie, and uncomfortable recurring thought of Aaliyah, and the way she'd turned him away like a disfigured puppy. It left a hole in his gut that needed feeling, and something told him that Val was in need of something similar.

"Prove it to me, Valerie."

It was a daring move, really, but that was the whole reason why Valerie enjoyed his company. He did things the other 99% were too pussy to do. He could make a move on the Queen Bee without getting flustered by her ethereal beauty. Harry's qualities had let him challenge that of the Queen, and if he'd really had the energy to apply himself, maybe he could've been king alongside Valerie.

Alas, ruling the kingdom had never quite been Harry's thing-- he'd always been moreso the prince, living lavishly without regard for the kingdom and its occupants. His focus had always been more over on the parties, and the girls vying for the crown. It suited him well. Prince Harry-- no, Prince Charming.

"If you've got absolutely zero attachment to Raven, then give me a kiss."

Harry had never been too shy of diving headfirst into a kiss of his own. He instigated most every interaction simply because women loved things like that. Valerie's case was different. Not only was she bold, and on another level (a completely different stratosphere really), she was also mildly hung up on a-- what did they call them. Bridgers? She needed a challenge, a distraction worthy of her attention. Testing just how far she was willing to go to suppress her true feelings was both amusing, and somewhat thoughtful of Harry. Whatever self-realization it might bring Val would've been because of him, a gentlemanly move if you asked Harry.

His smirk stayed painted onto his lips, the hot coal of his brown eyes unfaltering as he met Val's gaze.

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Harry's eyes fell flat at Valerie's words. She swore nothing was going on between herself and Raven, but the flustered look he'd found Valerie with would've said otherwise.

The subtle jab about Val not being into strays did encourage a chuckle from Harry. The whole Ambridge v. Auburn Springs beef was more than entertaining to watch. Everybody was so agitated by this imaginary boundary put up by separating towns. How the hell did sports rivalries not turn deadly in either city?

It didn't matter too much to Harry though, he'd done his fair share trying to help Val both now, and on Twitter. Valerie's coming to accept her own terms was a matter of-- well, it was a matter of her. He was dealing with his own demons-- the eerie, and uncomfortable recurring thought of Aaliyah, and the way she'd turned him away like a disfigured puppy. It left a hole in his gut that needed feeling, and something told him that Val was in need of something similar.

"Prove it to me, Valerie."

It was a daring move, really, but that was the whole reason why Valerie enjoyed his company. He did things the other 99% were too pussy to do. He could make a move on the Queen Bee without getting flustered by her ethereal beauty. Harry's qualities had let him challenge that of the Queen, and if he'd really had the energy to apply himself, maybe he could've been king alongside Valerie.

Alas, ruling the kingdom had never quite been Harry's thing-- he'd always been moreso the prince, living lavishly without regard for the kingdom and its occupants. His focus had always been more over on the parties, and the girls vying for the crown. It suited him well. Prince Harry-- no, Prince Charming.

"If you've got absolutely zero attachment to Raven, then give me a kiss."

Harry had never been too shy of diving headfirst into a kiss of his own. He instigated most every interaction simply because women loved things like that. Valerie's case was different. Not only was she bold, and on another level (a completely different stratosphere really), she was also mildly hung up on a-- what did they call them. Bridgers? She needed a challenge, a distraction worthy of her attention. Testing just how far she was willing to go to suppress her true feelings was both amusing, and somewhat thoughtful of Harry. Whatever self-realization it might bring Val would've been because of him, a gentlemanly move if you asked Harry.

His smirk stayed painted onto his lips, the hot coal of his brown eyes unfaltering as he met Val's gaze.

 

[fin]

sly

MOOD: angry, emotional.
LOCATION: his car.
OUTFIT: xoxo
TAGS: dani jasmyn , chelsea ohdittoh , ren @le reveur

Sly felt his jaw tense as Dani's words cut through the deadly silence that was looming in the car. He missed Ren's presence more than ever, at least with her in the vehicle Dani was less prone to bring up more personal issues. But now he was alone, and with nothing else to focus on but the road, and Dani's berating him. She was the most important person in his whole wide world and he'd let her down. He wasn't going to hear the last of it, and he honestly couldn't blame her.

Sly remained silent at Dani's words. She was right. There was no way this incident wasn't going to come back and bite him in the ass, but why the hell was she acting like he didn't already know that? Tonight was a shit-show, and it only felt like she was throwing the misfortunes right back into his face. It hurt tenfold coming from her, of all people.

When Dani's words cut off, when she couldn't keep on any longer, "Do you even realize what could happen if-", he knew what it was that she wasn't saying. What if he'd been arrested? Or killed? Or something worse than even that. Not only would she have lost her father in the same way, she'd have lost her lover too.

But Dani just didn't fucking understand, but if somebody should've understood, it was her.

"I didn't want to come to this fucking party, Dani. You wanted to." It felt like ice cracking at his teeth as he spoke, his heart did its best to restrain him from blowing up, but his mind had already given in to the pent up anger. Abruptly, Sly cocked at the gearshift, and forced the wheel to his car right. The vehicle shook violently, the tires scraped against the cracked Ambridge roads as it just narrowly drifted into a nearby alleyway. If he was going to make his point, it wasn't going to be whilst he drove.

"Who told me to embrace the idea of this fucking school?" Sly shouted, his words laced with a misdirected venom. He loved Dani, and he hated himself. He wanted to say this to himself, but his body wouldn't allow him. He was going to break her-- to make her feel just as shitty as he felt. "You did. I didn't want anything to do with any of them, but you told me that it'd be nothing. You know what happened at your beloved school, Danielle? Chelsea picked a fight with the wrong one. On the first day here, he and Mason got into it. The Mason with a future, the Mason with football, the Mason with a daughter." The same daughter he'd used to make a point to his old friend. The same daughter who's named riled him up with guilt each time he thought about it.

"And so what the hell did you think was going to happen when you dragged me to that fucking Springer party? 'Cause it wasn't going to be roses and rainbows. I saw Chelsea, and in seeing him, I saw a collection of the threats he held to Mason, and the rest of Ambridge. I had to do something Dani, and I never would've been torn between standing up for my people or letting that asshole get away if you hadn't brought me there in the first place."

The car horn howled into the night as Sly's fist came crashing down against it. The fourth violent outburst he'd had since transferring to Auburn Springs. Why was she here? Why did she choose to stay with him when all he did was make matters worse? Sly's breathing was heavy and course, his spiky dark hair hung over his face, and darkened his expression into an unreadable silhouette. Dani had made a mistake choosing him over Ryan. She was throwing her life away just being with him. After tonight, he wasn't going to allow her to keep on doing that.

"Get out." Sly took in a long breathe, his right hand rubbing at the crane of his nose before slamming down onto the wheel once more. "Get out, Dani!"

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Sly felt his jaw tense as Dani's words cut through the deadly silence that was looming in the car. He missed Ren's presence more than ever, at least with her in the vehicle Dani was less prone to bring up more personal issues. But now he was alone, and with nothing else to focus on but the road, and Dani's berating him. She was the most important person in his whole wide world and he'd let her down. He wasn't going to hear the last of it, and he honestly couldn't blame her.

Sly remained silent at Dani's words. She was right. There was no way this incident wasn't going to come back and bite him in the ass, but why the hell was she acting like he didn't already know that? Tonight was a shit-show, and it only felt like she was throwing the misfortunes right back into his face. It hurt tenfold coming from her, of all people.

When Dani's words cut off, when she couldn't keep on any longer, "Do you even realize what could happen if-", he knew what it was that she wasn't saying. What if he'd been arrested? Or killed? Or something worse than even that. Not only would she have lost her father in the same way, she'd have lost her lover too.

But Dani just didn't fucking understand, but if somebody should've understood, it was her.

"I didn't want to come to this fucking party, Dani. You wanted to." It felt like ice cracking at his teeth as he spoke, his heart did its best to restrain him from blowing up, but his mind had already given in to the pent up anger. Abruptly, Sly cocked at the gearshift, and forced the wheel to his car right. The vehicle shook violently, the tires scraped against the cracked Ambridge roads as it just narrowly drifted into a nearby alleyway. If he was going to make his point, it wasn't going to be whilst he drove.

"Who told me to embrace the idea of this fucking school?" Sly shouted, his words laced with a misdirected venom. He loved Dani, and he hated himself. He wanted to say this to himself, but his body wouldn't allow him. He was going to break her-- to make her feel just as shitty as he felt. "You did. I didn't want anything to do with any of them, but you told me that it'd be nothing. You know what happened at your beloved school, Danielle? Chelsea picked a fight with the wrong one. On the first day here, he and Mason got into it. The Mason with a future, the Mason with football, the Mason with a daughter." The same daughter he'd used to make a point to his old friend. The same daughter who's named riled him up with guilt each time he thought about it.

"And so what the hell did you think was going to happen when you dragged me to that fucking Springer party? 'Cause it wasn't going to be roses and rainbows. I saw Chelsea, and in seeing him, I saw a collection of the threats he held to Mason, and the rest of Ambridge. I had to do something Dani, and I never would've been torn between standing up for my people or letting that asshole get away if you hadn't brought me there in the first place."

The car horn howled into the night as Sly's fist came crashing down against it. The fourth violent outburst he'd had since transferring to Auburn Springs. Why was she here? Why did she choose to stay with him when all he did was make matters worse? Sly's breathing was heavy and course, his spiky dark hair hung over his face, and darkened his expression into an unreadable silhouette. Dani had made a mistake choosing him over Ryan. She was throwing her life away just being with him. After tonight, he wasn't going to allow her to keep on doing that.

"Get out." Sly took in a long breathe, his right hand rubbing at the crane of his nose before slamming down onto the wheel once more. "Get out, Dani!"

 

[jasmyn]

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dani ~ seventeen ~ senior ~ bisexual ~ ambridge

Dani hadn’t wanted to fight with Sly, she hadn’t wanted any of this. She had just wanted was a good fucking night with her friends. Instead, it had been drama after drama on Twitter and off. Now here she was in a car with the person she loved the most in the world and all she could do was be angry. Angry that he had risked his freedom and his g**damn life, over a stupid grudge with Chelsea Freud. As her own words ended, his began and she felt herself draw in a sharp breath at the tone behind them.

I didn't want to come to this fucking party, Dani. You wanted to. As much as she wanted to look away from him, to look anywhere else, her eyes remained locked on him. What the hell was he saying? Was he really trying to pin the blame on her? As if she had done anything but stick by his fucking side? She knew that his fear and a little bit of anger was talking. He didn’t mean any of it, did he?

Yet at the moment, all she wanted was to yell back at him. Remind him how she had walked outside to him sitting beside a bloodied, unconscious football player and didn’t hesitate to jump into action for him. How she had let any worry about the repercussions fly out the window in that very moment because she’d do anything for him. Anything. His words kept coming though, each one cutting her deeper until she realized that he was...right. "Sly..." she wasn't even sure he'd heard her, it was barely a mutter as it slipped from her lips.

Everything he was saying was right. Dani had told him that they needed to deal with the whole merging schools bullshit. She did ask him to go to this stupid party knowing how he felt about the Springers. Despite knowing how the Springers looked at them… Was this all her fault? Her eyes jerked away from him as they filled with tears caused by both anger and pain. So many thoughts were swirling around in her mind and none of them were good.

When his fists slammed into the car horn, the sound echoed through the car causing her to jump a little. His next words forced her eyes to dart back to him. "Are you really gonna push me away? Of all people?" she questioned. The anger that she'd briefly replaced with hurt now mixing with it like a rather dangerous cocktail. Dani was seeing red and nothing good was going to come from either of them right now.

His repeating the words stung even more than the first time he’d said it. “You want me out? Fine. Fuck this and you," she spat before she yanked the car door open. Maybe she should've said something else. Hell, anything else would've been better. Maybe she shouldn't have actually gotten out of the car. Dani wasn't in the mindset for rational decisions though. Instead, she walked off into the dark of the night and in the direction of her house which was only a couple of blocks away from the alley they had been in.

By the time that the girl did reach her house, her tears had stopped and all that was left behind was the hints of smudged mascara underneath her eyes. How had things gotten so fucked up in the matter of a few hours? Dani looked around the empty house and it only fueled her fire more. Of course, she was all alone. Was she really expecting anything else right now? Her mother was who knows where, her father was fucking dead and now even Sly didn't want anything to do with her. Fuck.

The only thing flooding Dani's mind was how it was somehow all her fault as she grabbed the crowbar that sat by the front door. Swinging it into the tv without a second thought, watching the screen glitch out from the blow. Her phone buzzed as notifications from Twitter flashed across the screen causing Dani to throw the device across the room out of frustration. She couldn't deal with anyone else's problems right now. Hell, she could barely deal with her own. Fighting the urge to trash her house further, she stormed off to her room, locking the door behind her.

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[Soap]

He was forward.

Very forward-- and a little weird with the wording, but it only earned a subtle chuckle from the brunette. "Alright, I see you." Raven put both hands up in defense, creating little distance from them, raising a brow towards him as she took a lime, gently brushing it against the corner of his neck before sprinkling the salt for it to stick and leaning closer to Frankie, placing the lime between his lips with the slightest smirk that was plastered onto her tinted pink lips.

Raven couldn't help her gaze from travelling over to Valerie and Harry, fighting the urge to roll her eyes at the sight. The brunette was still pissed, of course she was. But that didn't mean it didn't tick her off more that it seemed like she was throwing herself at him.

Raven decided to throw her focus back to Frankie-- returning her gaze back to his with a grin, grabbing the tequila filled glass and downing the shot, letting her body gravitate towards him, tracing her tongue over the crook of his neck, licking the salt off in one go, glancing at his lips momentarily before taking the lime from his mouth with her own, being rather careful to not initiate it into a kiss.

Yeah, that happened one time with a straight girl and the blonde winded up basically choking on the lime. It was... something. But at least Raven could say she kissed the cheerleader of her dreams. She finished off the lime and threw it into a nearby bin. Raven wiped the corners of her lips and shrugged.

It'd take a little while for the alcohol to hit, but another shot wouldn't hurt right? The journalist poured another, drinking it while feeling slightly guilty she didn't ask Frankie if he'd wanted one.

"Mr. Gomez, if you'd be so kind to join me." A hand flourish towards the tequila bottle, and Raven hopped on top of the table. How'd she remember his last name? Zero clue. But she wasn't gonna dwell on that right now. "You could take the easy way out, or..." The brunette reached for yet another lime, twirling it around with her fingers before putting it towards her mouth, sucking the juice out of it before she continued,

"Or I could lose my shirt and we could try this another way."

Raven

INTERACTIONS:: Frankie,

MENTIONS: Valerie

TAGS: jasmyn r e i

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