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Oh no.

All for her? Only for her? The thought of food almost made her stomach churn, but she couldn't say no. That would be incredibly rude. Mercedes would turn this little guy down and he slaved over a hot stove for her? When was the last time a guy had ever done anything so generous for her? There was most probably not a single guy in this school that would even spare a glance at Mer. But she asked about bacon cupcakes ONCE, and here he was.

"Of course, I want 'em."

White lies, baby. It's Mercedes's favorite new trait. The brunette handed Drake two-hundred and fifty dollars-- which meant, Mer, oh poor little Mer, was broke. But that was okay! She gave out to everyone today. It was all for charity, for them to feel accomplished, happy even. Maybe Mercedes wanted to feel something other than... whatever she's been feeling. It was like an empty pit in her stomach, something that ate at her chest in a way.

It just sat there, tormenting her. Was it guilt? It had to be.

She'd done something for everyone today but not the people who mattered. Mercedes didn't do anything for CK, Valerie, hell, maybe even Dani-- she felt bad for Dani out of all people. It wasn't her fault for what happened the other night, but... Mercedes could've prevented it. Granted, if she had called the police, Dani would've despised her but Valerie wouldn't be going through whatever she's going through right now, and CK wouldn't be so...

whatever CK is. Mercedes could've done something. Anything. She knew that and it's been silently killing her because she didn't. Maybe this was her way of making up for that. A whole bunch of good to balance out the little bad.

She hesitated before taking a bite out of one cupcake, but-- it was surprisingly, so good.

And it only reminded Mercedes of how hungry she actually was. How did she not notice how hungry she was? "De-lic-ious." She said with her mouth full, smiling for half a second before she realized the mess she probably looked like with a whole cupcake in her mouth.

Mer covered her mouth with one hand, swallowing before continuing. "You're a real chef, Mr... Drake." She couldn't remember his last name, okay? But that didn't mean Mer didn't appreciate these freaking amazing cupcakes.

Seriously, they were. amazing.

Well, a little tiny bit bitter. But that was okay! The bacon overpowered them perfectly.

"Is it just bacon in here? I mean, besides the cake batter duh." She asked, already on her second cupcake.
Mercedes
INTERACTIONS:: Drake,

MENTIONS: Valerie, CK, Dani.

TAGS: Winona Winona ohdittoh ohdittoh jasmyn jasmyn
code by valen t.
 
MOOD: ahuyheufyhvufe

OUTFIT: Black sweatpants and white jean jacket

LOCATION: the fair
basics
MENTIONS:
NA
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Oli D ( Chimney Swift Chimney Swift )
tags
TL;DR Oli J is having an anxiety attack? Welp now Oli D is too. This is great.
tl;dr
Oliver James
They’re fucking dead...

"Sanders brought us brownies.”

Sanders? Who was….oh. Xander.
Oliver felt his body go so, so still at the words, and for a minute he couldn’t speak as everything began to make sense and a useless, blinding anger filled him. Taking a moment to make sure he wouldn’t scream when he spoke, he clenched his eyes shut, taking a few deep breaths.

“He gave you...brownies? He’s dead. I am going to kill him,” he seethed, not hearing the next words Oli D said. He was going to kill Xander and the rest of those idiots...just not right now. He couldn’t leave Oliver here, especially not in the state he was in. Why in the world would they give him edibles? Were they insane? He didn’t really need an answer to that question. It was obvious enough.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Oliver turned back to his smaller counterpoint, a long sigh coming from him. He seemed to do that with Oli D more than anywhere else. At least the kid seemed calmer now, most likely the effects of the weed. Grabbing Dreyfuss’s good hand without thinking, he started tugging them towards the car, muttering under his breath the entire way. It wasn’t far, and when they finally got there, Oliver stood with his arms crossed, jerking his head towards the passenger side door.

“Get in. We’re going to fix your hand,” he said, no room for objection in his voice. He’d knock Oli out and drag him to the doctor’s if he had to. How either of them would pay for it was beyond him, but he’d figure it out. He waited for Oliver to get in before climbing into the driver’s seat, not turning the car on yet. He needed to calm down first, to stop his hands from shaking and his heart from beating so fast.

This whole day was almost enough to make him wish he’d stayed home. Almost, but not quite. Despite the anxiety and anger the last half an hour had caused, it was still better than being alone. So he sat, eyes closed and hands clenched in his lap as he waited for the anger to subside, keys discarded in his lap.

“Buckle up,” Oliver muttered, not moving. “We’re leaving.”



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code by valen t.
 
MOOD: Dazed
location: The Carnival
interaction ❜ Oliver Kio.exe Kio.exe


OLIVER DREYFUSS

"What? No, don't kill him. Vandalism's not that bad. It's a... It's just... haha, I forget the word. WAIT! Misdemeanor. That's it! I remembered!" It was pretty clear Oliver didn't understand the situation at all. Really, he should have clued in to what was going on by now. He'd grown up around marijuana. Even if he'd never tried himself, he'd seen enough people get stoned to know the effects. "Wait, are brownies bad? Are they... is that..." He held the sides of his head, making a face. "You're so confusing." Oliver didn't seem to notice that his friend wasn't listening to his spiel, so he kept going until he ran out of breath.

Oliver J gave him that familiar long sigh, pinching his nosebridge in a gesture that the younger of the two now knew to interpret as exasperation. He wasn't sure what it was he did this time... why was Oliver J so upset about brownies? Did he have some personal vendetta against chocolate baked goods? He knew better than to ask,

Without a word, Oli J grabbed his good hand and started pulling him along. Smaller Oliver hissed in protest, flinching back, but allowed his friend to drag him along without asking where they were going. He listened eagerly to Taller Oliver muttering to himself, not picking up a single word of it but paying close attention and nodding along as if he was. By the time they arrived at Oliver J's car, Oliver D was barely staying on his feet, listlessly tipping back and forth and staring off into space.

"Get in. We're going to fix your hand."
Oh, right. That. He didn't really remember that this was the reason he'd been beckoned over in the first place, but Oliver did as told and climbed into the passenger seat, fumbling around with the seatbelt before managing to click it into place. "What if they kick us out?" He wondered aloud, running his fingers up and down the stiff fabric of the seatbelt. "If they find out we don't have money, are they going to kick us out or... are they going to break my hand again? That would be weird. Would they?" He quieted down after this, resting his head against the window and shrugging his jacket off his shoulders, mindlessly tapping his hand on the glass until it fell back into his lap. His eyelids closed.

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Drake
INTERACTIONS

Mercedes

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

Soap Soap



He grinned and took the money, shoving it into his very professional business pouch... which was just his hoodie pocket. That's where all of his cash had gone so far and he was starting to regret not bringing a box for it. Maybe he could just shove it into one of the brownie pans or something. Yeah, that seemed like a great place for money.

Drake looked back down at the table, his fingers tapping against the top of it as she tried the brownies. A smile crossed his face when she said just how good they were, and that made him feel... happy, almost. Like a little beating of happiness in his heart that felt as if it had stopped beating and just grown dark.

It was nice to have something he did appreciated, even if she was probably just being nice.

When she asked what else was in them, Drake just gave a casual shrug but looked up at her as she asked the question. "Just the standard cupcake stuff, ya know. Homemade buttercream, some maple syrup, the bacon -- of course..." he trailed off, tilting his head to the side for a moment as he tried to remember what else.

"Oh, and weed. But I didn't put a ton in this batch."

It was true! Drake had gone light on the weed in this batch of cupcakes because he figured Mercedes probably didn't smoke much or take a lot of edibles, so he'd gone easy on it. And sure, Drake could've totally left out the weed altogether, but without a dashing of weed in every batch, Drake was kind of a bad baker. Remember?

And he wanted these cupcakes to be good for her.

So he'd added just a pinch of weed.


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... donna camus ...
MOOD

...what...?

LOCATION

...the carnival...

TAGS

theo hery hery


Donna’s constant, forlorn expression very rarely moved from its spot on his face. The boy wasn’t very expressive, if that hadn’t been evidenced already. He didn’t feel much beyond indifference in the first place, and, even when he did, he could usually catch it before it made its way to his face.

Theo’s words, however, caught him entirely off-guard, and a laugh slipped past before he was able to grasp it. A smile came onto his face for an instant as he laughed, and then quickly faded as he realized what he had done.

Theodore, a stranger in practically every sense of the word, was offering him counseling now. Certainly, there was a certain level of odd acquaintanceship that came with being offered to be in a threesome with a person, but offering counseling was far from what one in that position should have been saying. There was overstepping boundaries, and then there was walking into uncharted territory that the mapmakers forgot to write because they hadn’t expected someone to have the audacity to step into that area in the first place. This was the latter.

“Counseling…,” Donna repeated, and he looked over at Theodore. “I’m sorry. Pardon. I was just…taken aback.” He paused a moment, tugging at the grass again. “You’re suggesting that you become my counselor.” His voice warbled a bit on the word counselor as he found himself growing close to laughing again. “What…?” He blinked for a moment, bringing his hand to his chin, and then a smile pressed onto his lips for a moment as he snickered shortly. “What kind of suggestion is that, Theodore? Where did this come from?”

He turned his eyes back to the sky, squinting. It was pretty bright today. He should have brought some sunglasses. Sunglasses made everything better, anyway. They were stylish, and they made it harder for people to recognize you. He could have slipped some sunglasses on now. Perhaps Theo would suddenly think that he’d lost track of him and walk away.

Donna didn’t know how to respond to this. First of all, he was being told that he needed help. With what, he had no idea, because he most certainly didn’t need help. Secondly, he was being read by this perhaps-acquaintance as closed off. This boy didn’t know him from Adam, and yet here he was, asserting this. It would have been mildly offensive if not so damn confounding.

His brows shifted downward, knitting. He was silent for a few more moments, not knowing what to say and not wishing to attempt to speak anything. The crowds, in the distance, were bustling, moving about with exuberance. One couple was making out against the side of a popcorn machine, as if that would shield them from the sight of others, while other couples milled about, hands in each other’s, smiles on their faces. Everyone was happy and so alive, and he wished for a moment that he could be out there or something, with his hand in a girl’s hand. That was what he wanted to be— normal, or, at the very least, fucking happy. How long had it been since he had just sat and talked and laughed and smiled with someone— and how much longer had it been since he’d done such a thing soberly?

Years, maybe. He couldn’t remember the last time. These damn secrets had him walking on eggshells and struggling to keep the closet door shut, because he knew that he’d be even unhappier if everyone knew about his everything.

Was that what Theo could pick up on? If he could, he gave him props. There was something to be said for being so observational.

There was also something to be said for having concern for other people, and Donna didn’t know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. It wasn’t that Donna lacked sympathy or empathy; he just never felt those emotions very strongly— or any. That wasn’t a problem. In fact, Donna saw it as an advantage. Even so, this made him even more confused as to why and how, exactly, this stranger cared enough offer him that.

He didn’t know whether to be flattered or insulted, so he opted for neither and, instead, spoke without thinking.

“I don’t need help,” Donna said. “What makes you think I do?”

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FAITH MILA GOMEZ

mood: mad but not really + location: her house + outfit: xxx + tags: Chimney Swift Chimney Swift jasmyn jasmyn Soap Soap

Faith frowns slightly as she checked the clock. Genie was late. She sighed. The party may have been a disastor for everyone else but it wasn't for her. It was something that she would cherished as it started her relationship with the boy she called Genie. He was crazy, spontaneous, and just a overall amazing guy. For the week after the party, they had been inseparatable. He took her places that she didn't even knew existed, it was like having a adventure every day. It came to a point, where it wasn't normal, if Faith wasn't with Genie or vice versa. They just clicked and for that she would be happy about. Even if the boy in question is very very late. Frankie had left some time ago, talking about a kissing booth and what not. She guess that someone he wants to get with is there or something. She sighed as she checks the time again as she finishes her make up.

Faith checks her phone if there was any text from him but nothing. If he wasn't there soon, she is gonna punch his cute ass face. She quickly texts him.

My Baby: You are late, and I'm worried. Text me.

She walks downstairs and waits in the living room. Checking her phone every five minutes, she sighs and thinks about this past week. Aside from how things with Genie was going. It had been a quiet week, too quiet if you asked her. Knowing her school, there was due to be some drama sometime soon. Especially since the bridgers were there. It was an obvious tension between the two groups, teachers had no idea what to do to help calm things down. It was bound to explode at some point. She just hopes it wasn't anytime soon. Faith then thought about another thing that was bothering her. Val, her darling, was not acting like herself. She had her distraction boys as normal but it was something else was distracting her. She knows it has something to do with the bridger named Raven.

Faith knows her best friend and she knows that she feels something other than disgust for Raven but with her fucking parents. It was like she was shutting things off before they even had a chance to start. Reputation was big for the Flores family, and when Valerie came out to them, it was a big fucking deal. She was the girl she was dating at the time, so she saw most of the fuck up shit they did to her darling from first-hand accounts. Faith knows that because of that, Val is even more fearful of doing something that wasn't to the standard of perfection that her parents wanted. If Faith could, she would smack the fuck out of her parents.

A doorbell rings out, as she thinks. She stands up and walks to it, opening the door. Seeing Genie there, Faith relaxes but then glares at him. "You are late Eugene and I mean late." She says strongly and a bit angry "You didn't think to text me saying that you'll be late? I was worried. " She added softly. As she looks at him, she couldn't help but be a little less angry then what she was showing. Her baby did look adorable as fuck.
coded by natasha.
 
MOOD: Yay!
location: The Carnival
interaction ❜ Faith r e i r e i


EUGENE KIM

Yeah, he was kind of in trouble, but Eugene tried to play it cool. He grinned sheepishly, with an awkward finger-gun gesture. "Haha, yeeeah. Sorry about that. The Uber decided to take a detour into the ocean. And not even that ocean," he pointed vaguely east, "the Pacific Ocean. The other side of the country. It was halfway to Indonesia or something." He laughed, then shrugged apologetically. "Prob'ly the GPS screwing up. Sorry about that, though. I'll write you a sonnet or something, right? But like, no time to waste! Let's go!" He held out his hand for her to take, hopping back off the step and starting back towards the school. Shit, he hadn't meant to make her walk. It wasn't too far, but still. That was the last time he took an Uber ride from a goddamn submarine.

It was pretty crowded by the time they arrived, the air carrying an atmosphere of chaos and excitement. Kind of like the party, but with less vomit and tears and more games and snacks and adventure. So better than parties. Another thing to check off his bucket list of things he hadn't gotten to do these past several years. He definitely wouldn't say this out loud, but Eugene sort of hoped he wouldn't run into Faith's brother Franklin. Nothing against the guy, but he was so... cranky. An absolute sourpuss. He acted like he was Faith's dad in a Victorian romance novel, which would make Eugene the dashing and roguish stranger come to show her a life adventure, a comparison he liked very much. Really, though, it was her showing him around a new and exciting world... which would make him the sheltered damsel noblewoman. I mean, sure. Maybe this hypothetical romance novel would have pirates in it.

"So, what do you wanna do first?" He offered eagerly. "Whatever catches your eye."


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HENRIETTA THOMAS
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"You really never kissed... anyone? I mean, no judgement babe. But... It's a little disappointing. At least for everyone else's sake. I mean, sheesh. How could you be so selfish?" Henri chuckled at Raven’s last statement, the younger girl always knew how to make her feel better. But, she couldn’t quite answer her question. Actually, that’s a lie – she knew the answer, but didn’t want to put it into words.

“I guess– I mean... I have school, and work, and Liz and I–“ Henri let out a sigh as she gave Raven a pointed look. “I’m too busy. Always have been too busy.”

Henri knew Raven, of all people, would understand what she was implying behind those few words. Since it was often Raven who witnessed what went on at her place, or at least, what used to go on at her place. Last year, Henri worked and studied like a fiend to ensure she could keep the lights on food on the table for Liz and herself. She wanted to be a good role model for her sister... For fuck’s sake, there was no one else available to be a good role model for her.

And whilst Henri knew she didn’t have to do that anymore... Her mum was sober, and off the drugs, but she couldn’t trust her like Liz. Her sister easily accepted their mum back into their lives and she became clean. But not Henri. Regardless of how her home life was now, Henri had a routine, and she planned on sticking to it. She wanted to build an emergency fund and make sure that no matter what happened in the future, she could still take care of Liz.

Wait, getting ready for my first kiss? Henri’s face paled. Ok, sure, Henri has read enough erotica and seen enough... Enough of other things to know exactly how this all worked. She could run with the best of the witty and dirty-minded sods at Ambridge – but was she ready? Oh fuck, no.

But... Henri was not going to deny Raven her fun, and maybe – just maybe, Henri could allow herself to be not-so-busy. Just this one time. She gave Raven a small nod and a smile; the equivalent of Henri “letting loose”.

She immediately regretted her decision, however, when the king of all assholes showed up.

Henri could see that CK recognised her – albeit briefly, and raised a single eyebrow in challenge to his feigned ignorance. Oh yeah, I haven’t forgotten about you, dickhead. She laughed internally as she remembered his lame excuse of “I just punched myself in the face”. It was so believable. Giving CK a once over, Henri wasn’t too impressed.

Raven could do better.

She turned to Mason, about to say something along those lines to him before she noted that he was... Ahem – occupied. Well. Fuck what anyone else thinks, the kissing booth is working it’s magic. Suffering from secondhand embarrassment, Henri turned back to focus of Raven, whilst keeping a subtle eye on Ari as she played in the corner.
OUTFIT: Comfy hugs
INTERACTIONS: Raven, CK & Mason
MENTIONS: N/A
TAGS: Soap Soap , ohdittoh ohdittoh & Winona Winona
 
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FRANKIE LEONARDO GOMEZ

mood: excited + location: carnivial + outfit: xxx + tags: Soap Soap Nixiee Nixiee Chimney Swift Chimney Swift Winona Winona

After the party, Frankie and Raven exchanged phone numbers. Both of them sending flirty ass texts to each other during the next week over. It was just fun for them, they knew that both of them didn't have any genuie feelings for each other, it was just fun. Mindless fun. The week went on like it always did, but different. There was more girls and guys to hit on of course, but it was like everyone was waiting for the other side to throw the first punch. The bridgers and the springers both. It was like a cold war. Frankie had enough on his plate without this shit. His parents found out that he lied about finding a tutor and wanted him to find tutors, one that he picked and one that they picked. The one that they picked was what the school recommended which was a girl named Henri. They were not shy about money either, they told him to offered her whatever she wanted. He had to at least try to find her today. He pulls out his phone and asks on the school twitter about tutors. Luckly he found another girl named Jessica who was willingly to tutor him as well. Another sign of luck was that she was friends with Henri or something .

So he got that out of the way. Frankie hears his sister getting ready and frowns. There was another thing as well. His sister had a new boy toy or something name Eugene. They met at the party and ever since then they have been inseparable. It was getting quite annoying actually. Hey, it wasn't like he wasn't happy to see his sister happy but he has always been protective over her. It was one of the reasons none of her previous relationships past Valerie had lasted longer than a few months. They could have never passed the brother test. He wanted his sister happy but he also wanted her to never have her heartbroken as he did. So he made sure that anyone who went near her had the right intention. It just so happen that none of them had the right intention so far. Eugene might be different, but he still was her brother, and Frankie swore to protect her no matter what. She may be a badass on the surface but he knows that just a cover for who she is really underneath. He never wants to see her hurt, so Eugene, watch out cause he's gonna make sure that you will never hurt his sister.

Once he's ready, he calls a uber, heading out the door when it gets here. He said bye to his sister who stated that she should be there soon. Just waiting for Eugene. He nods and tells her to find him when she does eventually get there. He gets into the uber and heads to the carnival. Once he's there, he gives a driver a tip and he heads into the colorful lights. Winking at the few girls and guys that passed him. He looks for the kissing booth, and once he finds it, he smiles seeing a group there already. He heads over there with a smirk on his face.
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Eggs, flour, maple syrup, these were all very simple ingredients! Mer could totally make this by herself, psh. She thought Drake was some kinda master chef. But... neither is Mer, so maybe when Valerie's done with her newfound family, she could make maple bacon cupcakes. Oh! Yes, bacon, they needed bacon, Mercedes was mentally taking notes of everything she needed in order to recreate the recipe perfect.

Because these were so--

WEED?

She gasped, causing her to choke on the cupcake momentarily before she had spit it the remains onto the ground. She was alright on her second one! Oh no. Wait... or was it the third? Was the drugs already getting to her? Oh this wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. "Weed? I've never DONE weed before. My mom is gonna get so mad, am I gonna go cross-eyed?" Okay, c'mon Mercedes wasn't that dumb.

"Okay well, are my eyes gonna get all red? I can't be looking like..." She glanced around the fair, almost as if people were listening to their conversation when in reality, nobody was sparing them a glance. "... a druggie. They'll tell everyone and I'll be yelled at, and..." Other things too probably. Grounded, maybe not slapped but... well, there was a first for everything. Or.. well, second... third? Look, there was that one time--

There's a reason Mercedes and her mother don't get along, okay?

"Am I gonna overdose on cupcakes?"

Grumble, grumble.


Oh no, what was that sound? "I'm so hungry, why am I so hungry?" Either it was the weed, or the fact that she hasn't ate in forever. Okay, well... it was probably the not eating thing. But she was still gonna blame it on the weed.

"Be honest, am I gonna die? Or... get arrested? I gotta know now."
Mercedes
INTERACTIONS:: Drake,

MENTIONS: Valerie,

TAGS: Winona Winona jasmyn jasmyn
code by valen t.
 

Raven did her best to ignore Mason, instead focusing on CK. While an asshole, she had to admit she enjoyed the banter they had back and forth-- but, it was nothing like a certain springer and her had. The thought of her had brought mixed feelings to Raven and she shrugged it off. All thoughts of the princess were to be dismissed. "Just this once? Oh, baby. I know you're rich but even you wouldn't be able to afford me." What? It was true. When it came to certain people, it wasn't just confidence, at least-- it wasn't just her faking it either. Raven was priceless and she wasn't about to sell herself short, but CK was here and if CK was here.

She rose an eyebrow over at her so-called partner, who was already ragging on her causing the brunette to scoff. "Not that great?" Raven glanced over at Henri and the box that held all the money they've earned, knowing damn well she was the one who gathered in the most of it. "I..." You know what? No, nope. He wanted to piss her off because she chose CK? Too. Fucking. Bad.

She was gonna make it sting.

Sorry, Mason. Raven did nothing but send an almost life-threatening glare in his direction, turning away when he initiated his make out session with... Aaliyah. To be fair, she had nothing against the girl-- she seemed very sweet. But Mason, he was just so... god damn irritating. Raven shook her head, returning her attention to her... client. "So, Henri." Raven said rather loudly, clearly trying to bug Mason's little kissing session with one of the few girls who decided to kiss his depressing self. "This isn't 8th grade, you don't want to stick your tongue down someone's throat, much to the mistake a certain boy did. My first kiss wasn't all that, let's be honest." A crack? At Mason? Oh, she would never.

Raven positioned herself in front of CK, instead of kissing him over the table she went around it. "So depending on the situation, especially if it's your first kiss, don't rush into it. I don't care how busy you might be, but it's gonna happen sometime in your life. Don't jump his bones just yet, you want slow and steady." The brunette glanced up at CK, slowly leaning in towards him but not making a move just yet.

"If he doesn't make the first move, try and give him a hint. Part your lips slightly, and I mean slightly, you don't want to look like a blowfish. Helps if you have lip gloss, makes you look more... enticing. And drop eye contact to his lips, but not for too long or else he'll think you're desperate." Raven glanced at his lips, and catching his gaze for a moment for a go ahead. Sure, she didn't just jump right in it.

Even if she wanted to piss Mason off, this was about teaching Henri a few things... and prolonging it just a litttttleee more.

He deserved it.

"For charity, yeah? Let's see what you got, Chelsea." Was the last part a tease? Of course it was. Was it to somehow make him a little angrier? Oh definitely. Lust, anger, hatred, none of that mattered which one it was.

Everyone knew a kiss wasn't a kiss without a little passion.
Raven
INTERACTIONS:: Henri, Mason, CK,

MENTIONS: Aaliyah

TAGS: Nixiee Nixiee Winona Winona ohdittoh ohdittoh erzulie erzulie
code by valen t.
 
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... chelsea freud ...
MOOD

soliciting borderline prostitution.

LOCATION

the carnival

TAGS

henri Nixiee Nixiee raven Soap Soap (the dickhead rivera mason mentioned Winona Winona )



Rivera— not the female one, but the dickhead one— was a fucking attention whore with simmering jealousy issues, and it made Chelsea grin and chuckle to hear him huff out those phrases: “What does he fucking get out of it? The joy of kissing you? Not really that fucking great, Raven." He was like a fucking toddler who go frustrated when his mom wasn’t giving him enough attention. Though his presence irked him, Chelsea had to admit that this was amusing.

A great way to cheer yourself up a little bit after a long, hard week was to see one of your fucking enemies in torment.

His gaze shifted back to Raven, the grin fading and his lips relaxing back to their resting position, though slightly ajar due to the fact that he had no other option than to breathe from his mouth (courtesy of his fucking nose tampons). His eyes followed Raven as she came to stand beside him, listening to her first basic kissing principle. The corners of his lips played at a grin. She was serious about this teaching thing, huh, and she starting with the basic basics? Fair enough. He glanced at the girl who’d seen the aftermath of the fight, gave her a once-over, then looked back down at Raven.

She leaned in towards him, and he listened to the words as she said them, watching as she obeyed her own instructions. Closer, she was even more attractive, and he felt even less like this was a total waste of his time.

She was hot for a Bridger, after all.

His lips curled into a smirk momentarily, though he opened his mouth to breathe so that he didn’t suck any blood down his throat or suffocate by the cotton up his nostrils. This broken nose shit was really fucking annoying, and it made the expression fade quickly.

His baritone voice, far more nasal than usual, dripped with an odd mix of lust and mild irritation, the latter due to the fact that he couldn’t fucking breathe. “I’ll go slow so you can keep up with me, Raven.”

He placed his large, cold hand on her cheek, eyes studying her lips for a moment. “Henri,” he nearly barked, speaking to their audience now, “do something with your hands, too. I can’t believe that Rivera didn’t mention that…” He shook his head slightly, teasing with a neutral, rather unemotional expression. “You shouldn’t just stand with your hands limp at your sides. That’s too passive.” His eyes met Raven’s, and his lips quirked upward. “Be more assertive than that, if you want to keep things going.” He moved closer to Raven. “It’s just a…,” he said, glancing at Henri before looking back at Raven, tilting Raven’s chin up a bit more with his pinky. “Professional tip.” His words dripped that weird irritation cocktail once more.

With that, he closed his eyes, leaning in to kiss Raven and drawing in a large breath as slowly as he could so as not to make it obvious, and he pressed his lips against hers gently. His other hand lifted to cup her other cheek as he broke for an instant to breathe and went back for another kiss, this one a bit more forceful and backed by the frustration of not being able to fucking breathe.

He would have been the best fucking teacher had he not had these damn things up his nose, but the show had to fucking go on. Plus, he could do a damn good job even without the ability to breathe. He knew that much.

Why?

‘Cuz he was the fucking king.

Obviously.

Nothing was going to get him down. Nothing was going to keep him from what he wanted to do.

Not even nose tampons.

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Drake
INTERACTIONS

Mercedes

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

Soap Soap



Oh. She'd never done weed.

Huh.

It hadn't quite occurred to Drake that there were people in the world who'd never tried the sweet, sweet release that was weed. There were people that hadn't experienced the gentle release that marijuana had on one's soul and the way that it dulled the senses and just... made you feel like you were floating. It was hard to imagine that there were people who'd never been enlightened with the glory that was smoking a blunt and letting those sweet, sweet effects take--

Okay, okay, he was getting carried away. There was something more important right now than the fact that some people had never been blessed, and that was the panicking girl in front of him.

Drake laughed.

"You're not gonna go cross-eyed -- and your eyes will only get all red if they get dry," Drake started explaining. Ahh, a lifetime of marijuana usage had left him knowing every trick in the book so no one would be able to figure it out... well, not from physical attributes, anyway. There was no way to hide the weird behavior one might get from the effects of weed or the scent of it clinging to their clothes, but these were edibles so it wasn't like the smell would be an issue. "Just use eyedrops to keep your eyes nice and not dry and you'll be fine. Your mom will never know and no one will ever know, you'll be fine."

"And you can't... well, I guess technically you could, but it doesn't really happen. You know, overdosing on weed. You're not gonna die, you're not gonna get arrested. You're just gonna have the time of your life."

Wow, Drake had never been a first time drug use coach, but he thought he was doing a pretty good job. Maybe this should be his career choice -- you know, coaching people through their first experience with weed. Adults were always saying to do something that you love as a career, and there was nothing he loved more than weed.

Well, maybe Mason and Ari, but...

It was really close.

"Come on," Drake beckoned with his hand for Mercedes to come around the booth but then he paused. He was going to have her come and sit down while he went to get her snacks, but then he decided that... probably wasn't the best idea. To leave her alone, that is. "No, wait, never mind." He said.

Instead, Drake stepped around the table so that he was by Mercedes. With a tilt of his head, he beckoned for her to follow him. "C'mon -- I made a killing today, so I'll go buy you some food. Whatever you want until this uhh... this high wears off."


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mood



amused/flustered



location



kissing booth



outfit



x!


tags



interactions: mason Winona Winona
mentions: henri ( Nixiee Nixiee ) , ari













aaliyah



til’ death, do we art






Aaliyah had been expecting a kiss on the cheek when she’d told Mason to decide on where he’d kiss her or even a kiss on the forehead. So when he cupped her cheek that smile that she’d had from his little joke was wiped off of her face and replaced by a look of shock. It took her a moment to snap out of it, her brain not registering that his lips were pressed against hers. But when Aaliyah did manage to pull herself together she chuckled lowly and matched him with equal passion, now that she realized what was going on. She had to admit that Mason was a great kisser and she was enjoying the feel of his lips against her. In fact Aaliyah didn’t seem to realize that her hand had made it to the nape of his neck, scratching lightly with her maroon coffin nails. While Aaliyah had never really thought about kissing Mason in the past, she wouldn’t mind doing it again in the future.

After a bit she parted, the need to take a breath had become overwhelming and by the time she pulled back Aaliyah was panting only slightly. Though, she went in for a second time keen on enjoying it while Mason’s face was no longer stuck in a permanent scowl. Aaliyah, feeling playful, gave him another lingering kiss before taking a smile bite and pulling his lip towards her little. Being the kind person that she was, she soothed the sting with another kiss and a bit of tongue over it.

When Aaliyah parted once again, she gave Mason one last parting kiss and let her nails trail down the length of his neck until she dropped it back to her side. Aaliyah looked at him, her kiss swollen lips pulled up into a small smile when she realized that he had her gloss on his lips now. Well, at least the taste and scent was a pleasing one. Now they’d smell faintly of chocolate until he wiped them. “That...wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” Aaliyah teased just as she finally she noticed two other people behind the counter and while her face was calm her skin did develop a red tint to it. “I feel like I should apologize though, I didn’t mean to scratch you…











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mood



giddy/mischievous



location



photo booth



outfit



x!


tags



interactions: dexter hery hery
mentions: n/a













serenity



hell is empty, all the devils are here






For a split second Ren was thinking about grabbing Dexter’s finger and bending it when he stuck his finger in the strawberry sauce. Luckily for him however she decided against it, just this once, and finished the treat. Instead she focused on his words. Ren wasn’t surprised that Dexter believed that these games were supposed to be fair. That someone wouldn’t dare to rig them. But she was well aware of how they worked and how the workers conned people. Of course every now and then someone would win, just so no one got too suspicious about what was going on. So when they walked over to one of the booths she was more than sure that they wouldn’t win anything...though she could always take a prize if she wanted to. Ren eyed the darts before she shrugged. She had nothing to lose, it wasn’t her money after all.

“Alright, whatever. And chill out with the nicknames, they aren’t cute.” She pushed him out of the way a little. When Ren picked up the dart she examined it, realizing that the tip wasn’t as sharp as it was supposed to be. When Ren glanced at the booth owner she found that he was grinning at her. With her fangs bared she gave him a grin of her own and turned her attention back to the balloons. Now Ren really did want to win just to rub it in the guy’s face. Her expression was one of concentration as she threw the dart hard and with precision. Ren smirked when the balloon popped.

The look on the guy’s face was priceless when Ren popped all five balloons, the last while she had been looking right at him. With a calm expression on her face she spoke. “It’s harder when there are live targets...give me my prize.” She smirked darkly. The booth owner was quick to grab a bear, one they he felt would be perfect for the creepy girl. And when Ren took it she stared at it, her back to Dexter. She looked at it in distaste...but that changed when she squeezed it and it’s expression changed. Feeling mischievous she slowly turned to Dexter and held it up to his face.

“Hey...look at this!” As soon as she squeezed it and Dexter looked at it, he took off and Ren laughed. She was quick to follow after him, bobbing and weaving around people as she chased him with the evil looking toy. For a moment she lost him but when she saw something hastily run into a photo booth she grinned and followed. “What’s the matter? Ain’t it cute?” She cackled, holding the bear up to him. “Here, hold it! Hold it!”









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GARRETT KANE TIMOA

mood: ready to win + location: carnival + outfit: xxx + tags: Chimney Swift Chimney Swift Winona Winona jasmyn jasmyn

Garrett had the roughest week, in the history of weeks. First he had a roommate for the first half of the week that was named Oliver, and he was hard to interact with. After two days of hiding in the closet and having to threaten him to eat food. He finally got him out of his closet and to stay in his room, but he refused to go to school. Bringing him food and his homework, and letting him just chill out. His parents of course asked questions but he just explained that he's helping a friend right now, and that he was ok. They left him to his own devices after that. His parents were great and accepting. They didn't care what he did, as long as he was home at a proper time, and didn't get into trouble. Oliver left his house halfway through the week, back to Dani's, he believes. He made Oliver promised to call him or text him if he needed him, and gave him his headphones to help calm him down. He wanted to be there for him in anyway he could.

Secondly, Natty. He knew that she was kinda mad at him but after a week of short replies in text and barely interacting in school or outside of school. He knew that she needed him to back off and chill for a moment. So that's what he did, he didn't text her unless it was needed and gave her space. It was one of the reasons he was out here, in a loud carnival today. He needed a way to say sorry for involving her in the drama. She honestly needed a break from him and his problems. He screwed that all up. Garrett felt horrible, so he decided to win her a stuffed animal in one of the games. He wasn't gonna go in the first place but after thinking about it. He wanted to make things up to her. He missed his best friend and this was the only way he could think about doing it.

Now he knows that Nat would be at the carnival. He just needed to hide from her, until he won the bear and could get out of there. The plan was that he would make a poster, buy her favourite candy, and the bear and leave it in her room. Hoping that she would accept his apology. He got out of bed and quickly got dressed. Heading downstairs, he gave his little sister and parents a kiss on the cheek as he headed out to the carnival. Jumping in his car, he drove to the carnival. After 10 minutes, he was there. He got out of the car and spotted Nat. He quickly hid and ran into the carnival lights and sounds. At first, it was too loud, so he took out his second pair of noise-cancelling headphones that he bought after giving Oliver his first ones. Putting them on, he headed out into the carnival looking for games to play.
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Mason
INTERACTIONS

Raven, Henri, Chelsea, Aaliyah

MENTIONS

N/A




He'd just been trying to make a point, you know? Well, not so much a point as Mason was just trying to piss Raven the fuck off -- not that she would actually care about him having some heated kiss with a girl. But hey, if Raven was going to be going to town with fucking Chelsea, then Mason was going to do the same with Aaliyah.

Did anger and petty rage make him a better kisser?

He'd say yes, especially as Aaliyah also got into it. Mason was more distracted than he'd like to admit by fucking Raven and Chelsea and also with the knowledge that Ari was probably watching. They really should've found a babysitter for her, but Mason had been under the impression that Henri would take Ari far away from the action. What if she told her daycare something like "oh my dad took me with him while he kissed girls for money"? They already gave him fucked up looks because he was a seventeen-year-old with a freaking three-year-old -- the last thing Mason needed was them thinking he was a hooker or some shit.

Plus what would his reply even be? "It was for charity!"

Then he'd be the worst kind of hooker. A charitable hooker.

His mind was still swirling as Aaliyah finally pulled away and Mason pulled back. His hand fell away from her face and he straightened up, letting out a small chuckle as his lips formed back into that lopsided half grin of his. It took him a moment to catch his breath as Aaliyah spoke -- something about scratching him?

A confused look crossed his face for a moment before he reached up towards his neck, feeling the light scratches. Oh. Well. Fuck.

"Ah, it's fine. Didn't even notice." He really hadn't -- he'd been too swept up in the moment, the feeling of Aaliyah's lips pressed against his, and the smell of her perfume swarming his thoughts. Well, and the hooker thoughts. "So tell me, where'd I rate? Best guy you've ever kissed, right?" He asked with a teasing smirk.

Ah, let him have a little fun.


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Link
INTERACTIONS

Rory

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

Winona Winona


Strawberry tequila. Just the mention of it made his stomach turn. Tequila was bad enough on it’s own, why add fucking strawberries? Lightweight? That definitely wasn’t the case. Rory just had the tolerance of a German tank. Honestly, he’d never seen someone handle alcohol quite like Rory Hansen. Even the few parties he had gone to since his time at Auburn Springs were littered with drunk high school girls puking in bushes praying that no one caught their wasted asses on camera. What would their parents think?

Appearances. That’s what Auburn Springs was all about. No one was what they appeared to be and Lincoln hated it. Ambridge. You knew what you were getting. If it looked like a duck and quacked like a duck, it was a fucking duck. Everyone was fake in Auburn Springs.

Link smirked as Rory wrapped an arm around his shoulder. This wasn’t good. Rory only showed affection for two reasons: she wanted something or she was about to get them in some trouble. In this case, his increased “wealth” had given them both an opportunity to enjoy themselves in this town.

Rory unlatched herself from Link as they approached the liquor store and he couldn’t help, but smirk as she held the door open for him. “Thanks, sir.” He said with wink as he passed by her and headed straight for the liquor ailse. He surveyed the choices. Top shelf wasn’t worth it, but he definitely didn’t want to feel like he was drinking battery acid. He grabbed a mid-priced bottle of Jameson and headed up toward the counter.

This was probably the first time Link had actually purchased alcohol. In the past, in Ambridge, he usually just swiped it. He didn’t have any money and certainly no one he was hanging around with did either, but he had a look. Innocent. Pure. Good. As much as he hated it, he used these to his advantage as much as he could. He handed the cash over and the cashier gave him his change, which he shoved immediately in his pocket. He grabbed the bottle, now wrapped in a brown paper bag, and headed out of the store.

“I’m guessing you know where we can get fireworks in the middle of October or do you have something equally as dubious in mind?” Link glances over at Rory with a smirk. Some things never change.


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Theodore Virtanen
Ambridge
Theodore felt as though he was speaking with Siri. Donna's cool nonchalance rivaled his own indifferent demeanor, which wasn't really a problem, but it was highly unusual for him to be the most expressive person in the conversation. Donna's smile caught him off guard, eliciting a puzzled, hesitant smile from Theo. He had no idea what there was to smile at; his offer to counsel Donna was entirely genuine and Theo was, in fact, well-versed in the area of clinical psychology. Well, theoretically, at least. He'd had no practice with it thanks to everyone's firm rejection of his proposal of a counseling session with Oliver.

He met the tall boy's gaze with a serious stare. "I meant what was said. You are bothered by your homosexuality, so naturally, you need to try to not be bothered," he reasoned, looking down to view Donna's fingers in the grass with a hint of judgement, "You do not seem to have many others up to filling the position. And not only would hiring a professional be highly conspicuous, but I can do a better job for free."

Theo wasn't naturally prone to offering help without being asked, especially if he didn't stand to gain much from it. Even if Donna was nothing past an acquaintance, he was already in front of him speaking about his vulnerabilities, albeit in a casual manner. And maybe, just a little, felt he owed him something after making such a weird first impression on him. That, and the fact that Donna had been outed to him by Silas. Theodore, in all his practicality, didn't do owing and favors. If he felt he did, it was up to him to barter for some sort of logical resolution.

Donna's attention darted left and right. Was he avoiding eye contact or did he simply not care? Theo wanted to say he had Donna all figured out, that his standoffishness was just a product of some... thing... about him, but really, all he had gathered was that the walls around him were as tough and rigid as the cell walls he spent hours preparing this week's presentation on. He was never one to associate with someone who didn't wear their emotions on their sleeve, hence his attraction toward Silas and the bizarre comradery he shared with Oliver. Donna was an anomaly to say the least; Theo would learn to write a book on his inner thoughts if it was the last thing he did.

"Everyone could use some support. Even I am not so foolish as to turn down help when I am faced with adversity," he droned, scanning Donna's face for any hint of emotion, however minute, "And, I must say, speaking with you would be less of a waste of time than most others. You make poor decisions and even worse grades, yet I can already tell you are far more intelligent than you receive credit for."

He took a beat to think about what he was saying. It was obvious he had baffled Donna, although whether that was his own fault or the other boy's was beyond Theo. "So, to put it simply, I want to understand you. I think there is a lot to be gained," he concluded with his typical flat, accented tone.
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therapizing 2
clothes
ohdittoh ohdittoh (Donna)
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... donna camus ...
MOOD

...i don't...know...

LOCATION

...the carnival...

TAGS

theo hery hery


On very few occasions was Donna ever rendered entirely unable to speak.

Certainly, he opted opted to not talk, because he very rarely found his thoughts to be ones that others would find favorable, enjoyable, contributive, or interesting in the least, and neither would he find them to be, and it was better to leave useless things unsaid than to speak them into existence and have them exist in the awkward space that useless things remained in— that space where they were unable to be commented on without the conversation falling into silence. Choosing not to speak, in all of those cases, was…well, a choice, and it was the most logical choice to anyone who had any forethought whatsoever.

Now, though, he had no words coming to his tongue, nor did he have any idea what the hell was going on.

“Support,” Donna mimicked, voice faint, as if he had forgotten what the word itself meant or how to form it on his tongue. “Support,” he repeated, his right brow pushing down further as his eyes shifted to meet Theo’s once more. “Support,” he said for a third time, as if monkeying the other boy’s words with various, still unenthused tones would help him regain his usually firm grasp on vocabulary.

It seemed to work, in some odd capacity. His eyes broke from Theo’s again, falling to the ground. “I don’t have a problem with the fact that I’m gay or…pan or whatever,” he said, his tone yet uninterested. “This isn’t anything that anyone was supposed to know in the first place, and it’s something that doesn’t need to be known or spoken about in any capacity. I’m not bothered by anything.” His eye caught on a cricket jumping through the grass. “I don’t see the point in letting anything bother me, and I don’t see the point in discussing this at all.”

He turned a blade of grass in his hand, then poked at the cricket. It jumped closer to him, then shimmied a bit and came to rest upon another bunch of grass. “I’m not facing any kind of adversity, and I’m not having any inner turmoil, as you seem to have convinced yourself that I am. There’s nothing happening now to me that can’t be handled by myself or that should be handled at all, and even if there were, there would be no point in disclosing it. I have no fear, I have no resentment towards myself, I have no insecurities that need to be cured, and I have no help that needs to be used. I don’t need any support. You’re offering it to me, and I still don’t understand why you’re concerned in the least.”

With a soft blow from his nose, he dropped the blade of grass onto the back of the cricket. It jumped beneath it, causing the blade to flop over onto its other side, and Donna looked away for a moment to view the bustling carnival again. The air was nippy, and it made the inside of his nose burn slightly as he breathed in.

“I’m none of your business. You’re none of my business. We’re strangers, and if we hadn’t been made to interact when you first came, you never would have spoken to me in the first place or given me more than a passing glance. I mean nothing to you, and you mean nothing to me. You have no bearing on me, and you have no reason to ask anything of me or ask me to do anything for you. I’m not sure which one of these things this request is, though it seems to be more of the former, as you seem to be concerned with satisfying your curiosity.”

His hand found the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. He needed a smoke right now. His hand patted blindly at his left thigh as he looked over to Theo, his eyes scanning his face and trying to understand it.

Theo looked genuine. Donna couldn’t see any anger, malice, or ill-intent within his expression, which nearly squashed the possibility that he was doing this out of wanting to get to know him to mock him.

Damn. He couldn’t find the lighter.

His hand fell back to the grass, and his eyes met Theo’s once more, his face-searching done. “All that you know about me, you found out about me on accident.” He ripped out another blade of grass, his eye darting away from Theo’s to view the piece of greenery. “All of the conversations that you’ve had with me were because they had to happen or because you heard something about me that no one was meant to hear.” He was leaving it unsaid, he realized, so he iterated it. “I’m attracted to guys…” It felt…he wasn’t sure how it felt saying it aloud so bluntly, for any passerby to hear, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable. “We’re having this conversation because of that, and you were never even supposed to know it.”

He squinted at the blade of grass. There were small parts, outlined with brown deadness, that seemed to be bug-eaten. He closed one eye, lifting the piece of grass up to see the carnival though one of the small holes in it.

It was odd how the view of the world shifted through simply looking at it through a much smaller lens. He could still see as much of the carnival as he could before, but it all seemed much further away.

“You don’t know me.” A small girl turned the corner, running with a cone of fluffy, pink candy on a cone until she disappeared into the green edges of his lens. “Your perception of me isn’t accurate in any way.” What was likely a couple approached, hand in hand, until their heads were obscured from view. They spoke to someone within the green before being hidden by more pairs of walking lovers. “You know my secret. You know how I speak, and you know how I seem.”

He dropped the blade, and the wind carried it away. His eyes followed it as it curved down to the ground.

“But you don’t know me.”

His eyes met Theo’s, his words unfeeling. “You don’t know how I think. You don’t know how I understand things. You don’t know how I came to be and who I came to be. You speak down to me as if I’m a child who needs sympathy when I need nothing.” His tone had an edge to it, one that he didn’t notice. “I’m insignificant. My thoughts— my dealings, my attractions, my caring, my uncaring— are my own that need to stay my own.” His hand tugged at the grass. “That’s how it goes for everyone— everyone rational.”

His eyes dropped to the grass once more. “You see your conversing with me as less of a waste than talking with others. I suppose that that’s…nice. Maybe it’s also nice to know about your interpretation of my intelligence, though I’m not sure that I really care about either of those things.” He looked up towards the sky, his eyes catching on a thinly-stretched cloud. “There isn’t any point to this. There isn’t any point in understanding other people or wanting to.”

In the end, nothing mattered.

In the end, this conversation was just one of millions happening in the world right now. In the end, this interaction would be forgotten a few weeks down the road, and the words that had just left his mouth would be gone forever after Theodore forgot what had been said.

in the end, nothing mattered.

“If you want to know me,” he said, looking over at Theo, “then you’re wasting your time. There is nothing to be gained in learning anything when everything is pointless.”

His eyes went back to the cloud, which, by now, was drifting over the sun. “Curiosity and sympathy are vices,” he said in his nonchalant tone. “They don’t do anything but eat away at you and leave everyone for the worse.”

He felt at his cigarettes, then glanced back over at Theo. "If you truly want to know about me, and if you keep pressing, I'll give you this answer: I don't want your sympathy, and I don't want your therapy, but if you insist upon staying around, then I won't keep you from doing so."

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Rory
INTERACTIONS

Link

MENTIONS

The twins as always




With the alcohol now acquired, Rory and Link were well on their way to having the perfect night. Well, her version of a perfect night. Everyone knew you couldn't have fun without alcohol and a set number of fireworks or explosives -- or just plain old fire. It was just common knowledge. Anybody who tried to argue otherwise had obviously never experienced a night of drinking too much and setting things on fire. Fire just made everything ten times better.

Fuck, fireworks in October...

Normally, Rory would have fireworks stocked up somewhere. She usually bought (err, okay, technically stole, usually) plenty of extra during July when there were fireworks for sale in every parking lot between here and Ambridge. Hey, she liked her fireworks, and setting them off was (mostly) safe, simple fun that she could have with the twins.

Except, you know, when they tried to shoot them at each other.

It was a miracle the twins were still alive with all of their limbs at this point.

Anyway, usually, yes, she had some fireworks. However, Rory hadn't purchased enough in July this year it would seem and ended up running out a few weeks back. God she had underestimated this year. So, her steps slowed to a stop as Link's words reminded her of the very large bump in their otherwise foolproof plan.

"I do know how to make fireworks," she commented absently. However, the last time she'd tried that, Rory had been sorely disappointed as her supposed amazing firework had turned out to only... smoke. Yep. All that hard work and time spent gathering the supplies had been for naught as, instead of even creating a single spark, Rory was just left with a bunch of really bad smelling smoke.

And then, an idea sparked in her head. If this was some dumb cartoon television show, there would've been a lightbulb that popped over her head as she cracked a grin.

"I know a guy." Oh yeah, Rory knew people. Look, despite being fairly rough around the edges, Rory was a people person. She got along with others easily enough and as such, she had contacts for nearly everything. Alcohol, weed, other party enhancers, and fireworks. Not that she had talked to firework man in a while but hey, she could just pop by his place, pick up some fireworks, and they'd be on their way.

"C'mon," she said with a tilt of her head before she started marching back down the street again. "It's gonna be a long fucking walk. He's on the outside of Auburn Springs." Hey, even the nicest cities had their areas that were less than satisfactory, so to speak.

"Unless you wanna try and make fireworks. Mine catch yourself on fire trying, though." She added with a little laugh.


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mood :
confused & fed up.

location :

speakeasy >> carnival
interactions :
roman
ed hery hery
sam Kio.exe Kio.exe
ck ohdittoh ohdittoh
raven Soap Soap
val ~ bi ~ 17 ~ auburn springs
Valerie Flores
Val might’ve been physically present at this meeting with the Jarvis brothers but she’d been lost in her own thoughts half the time. Aside from making a few snarky comments directed at Ed and making sure Roman wasn’t being taken advantage of here and there, she was checked out. So much was still swirling through her mind with the whole “your dad has a secret bridger son” reveal and honestly she had no idea what to do with that information. It could get out at any moment and her family image was bound to suffer. What the hell was she going to do when the whole town knew? How were the Flores' going to fix their soon to be tarnished reputation?

She almost hadn't realized that the meeting was coming to an end when she felt Roman's hand on her shoulder. Standing up beside him, she held her hand out to shake Sam's, ignoring his baby brother before turning to walk out of the building. "This was a waste of time, you know that, right? I'll help if you need me to but I think we should've let things fall on them," she shrugged as they sat in the car provided by Roman. Okay, so she knew that they couldn't just do nothing, that much was clear but the last thing she wanted was to be involved in this. Look at the bigger picture, V. That's what Roman had urged her to do but ugh. Whatever. She was only there to help him.

Val glanced out the window of the car as it headed in the direction of the carnival where she'd asked him to drop her off. Yes, she was still going. Valerie wasn't one to let rumors and talk keep her from making apperances, she'd ben taught not to. Always keep your head held high and do everything to keep the family image intact in the face of whatever problems. She always thought her father did that so well because he walked the line outside of his work. The truth was Ricardo Flores was shady in every aspect. Still, habits were hard to break so instead of going home, Val was at this stupid carnival like she's planned before the bomb was dropped this morning.

"Call me if you need me, Ro. We will figure things out," she reminded him, as she climbed out of the car. Walking in the carnival entrance Val allowed her eyes to scan the area. She had no idea what she was looking for but it wasn't long before her eyes landed on a few familiar faces, one of them being Raven and CK? Kissing? At first, she was utterly confused but then she remembered the kissing booth thing and rolled her eyes. It seemed like a childish idea but donating to charity (especially with her current situation) would look good so maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

The heels on her black boots clicked against the conrete as she strutted over to the poorly put together booths and stopped just short of the one Raven was sitting at. "Never thought I'd see the day Chelsea Freud kissed a bridger and in public at that. I guess is nice to be charitable every now and then though," she chimed in, making her presence obvious. She had no idea what Raven's reaction to her would be since Val was nothing short of a royal bitch during their last encounter but in her eyes, that was water under the bridge. "Tell me, is Raven here as good as she so often claims to be?" a smirk tugging a her perfectly painted, ruby lips as she spoke.

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Dexter clapped joyfully as each balloon was popped, cheering perhaps a bit too loud after every precise shot Ren made. Her declaration about moving targets went completely over his head, so the only thing that really registered was "Ren good. Balloons easy." Not that many expected much understanding from him in any amount anyway. "You did great, Renny!" he congratulated the girl, a big smile across his face.

Dex went to give a turned-around Ren a solid pat on the back, however he froze when she turned around in a suspiciously slow manner. His hand hovered over her, wary of the sinister vibe she was giving off. He retracted his hand, peering down at the stuffed bear Ren was squeezing by the torso. Before he could even react, the bear was being shoved in his face and viciously baring its teeth. He stumbled backwards with a horrified expression.

The bear's malicious, dubiously shiny eyeballs set off Dexter's fight or flight reflexes. The tall boy let out a cry of terror and shouted, "NO!!! GET AWAY!" He took off away from the game stands, narrowly avoiding colliding with casually strolling fairgoers every few seconds. He was too focused on not hitting anyone that he couldn't look back to see if Ren was still pursuing him, although the clear sound of her devious laughter was a sure enough sign she was close behind.

Determined to gain as much distance from that vile creature (and the stuffed bear) as much as possible, Dex darted into a photo booth and threw himself onto the seat, taking a moment to catch his breath. The colorful screen in front of him was flashing, urging him to stick a fiver in the slot. Dexter, a fan of all things shiny and always being one to please, purchased a photo session. Before he could fully curb his hyperventilation, Ren bursted through the curtain, eliciting another scream from Dex.

Enough was enough. Amid the sounds of the camera snapping photos, Ren's words melted into a sound of screaming banshees and evilly cackling witches, becoming unintelligible to poor Dex. "NO!! It's an abomination! Like the snowman! AWAY!" he shrieked, swatting the bear onto the ground. When Ren reached down to grab it, he pinned the girl's hands against the wall and met her eyes with a fiercely determined gaze. "No bear! Please, Renaldo, I'm begging you here!" His ferocious stare faded into a half-pout, half-desperate plea, fright painted all over his face.
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Ren took one look at Dexter’s face and then burst into laughter, pure genuine laughter rather than the devious cackles she had let out during the chase. She couldn’t even be mad when he knocked the stuffed bear out of her hand, she was too busy laughing. Slowly she managed to hold in her laughter, realizing that she needed to breathe. When Ren finally stopped she took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving and face flushed from all that running and laughing so hard. She took another look at Dexter’s face and also broke, but she held back.

Instead she took a look at him. The look on his face was one that she hadn’t seen before...but she couldn’t say that she didn’t like it. Especially the fear in his eyes, that was probably what she was enjoying the most. It was nice to know that even though Dexter didn’t seem to be afraid of her, she could still scare him. “It’s just a bear, it’s not like it’s alive.” She smirked. Ren went to move away but something was holding her back, slowly she looked up to see Dexter’s hands pinning her own in place. Would she have been a dog her hackles would have definitely been raised when she realized the position that they were in. Though Ren didn’t really feel as though she was in real danger, she definitely felt challenged.

So being the person that she was Ren was more than ready to meet him halfway, she was always ready for a fight. “What if I want to keep my bear huh? I won it myself. And I’m gonna keep showing him to you.” Ren smirked, baring the fangs of her and leaned closer to Dexter until they were chest to chest, well as close as she could get considering their height differences. “You gonna stop me huh? I’d like to see you try.” She stared him down, her eyes narrowed in challenge and alight with excitement for a potential throw down.









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She was checking her phone briefly, yelling at some Springer fuckwits for acting out of line, as is the norm. She knew it wasn't worth the effort, but whatever. Maybe one day the little Bezos-fuckers would realize she was right the whole time. She yawned a bit. The day was already wearing on her.

As she was adjusting a few of the stuffed animals, someone came to the table. Some guy, and some girl, and some grandma. Robbie watched the guy make wacky hand signs at her. ASL. Shit, she didn't know ASL. She didn't have the time to learn ASL, dammit. She just had to guess what he was asking and pray that her lack of knowledge wasn't too obvious to the kid. She'd to her usual spiel and that'd be that.

"Five bucks for three throws. Ten for six." She grabbed the "display ring" -- it was intentionally a little wider in the middle, just to make it look easy -- not enough to be noticed by the average joe. Carnival games really were fucked. "You just gotta go like this." She threw the ring, and it landed on one of the pegs. "If you land one, you get a small prize, half a medium. Full three a medium-large prize and if you buy and land all six you get a large-large prize." She motioned towards a giant plush panda hanging in the back.

"You up for the game, or nah?" She shot him a grin, popping a stick of gum into her mouth. Her teeth flashed a gorgeous white in the sun.










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