Realistic or Modern Auburn Springs

[Twin Fantasy]

just like heaven

Food. Darwin had an incredibly sensitive stomach, and he wasn't sure if the fried food would do him any good, but... he hadn't had a proper meal in at least a day. Maybe he wouldn't get sick? He hoped not. Vomiting in front of people would make a really bad impression. He didn't want to throw up. Or cry. Or, worst of all, throw up and cry. He didn't want a kiss. He didn't want anyone close to him.

"Food is good."

His voice was just barely above a whisper. This six-foot, Babadook-looking motherfucker, not confident enough to even speak at full volume. He probably shouldn't have come. But he could feel the loose tendrils of a drugged haze crawling over his brain, ever-so-slowly. What if he did something dumb? What if he did something bad? He was... afraid.

He was very, very afraid.

anxious

carnival

xxx

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ohdittoh Winona @kissing booth squad

nine lives

 

[Winona]

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Xander

INTERACTIONS

Nut, Darwin

MENTIONS

Karmyn

TAGS

ohdittoh Twin Fantasy erzulie

Maybe he should've brought leashes or rope. Something other than just cans upon cans of spray paint and cash.

Or like those little backpacks with the leashes that hooked to the bottom that parents put on their kids when they were little! He remembered having to wear one of those once when he was young and he'd been taken on a field trip to the zoo or something. He couldn't remember the specifics because little Xander had been drowning in a sea of fellow small humans and fluffy backpacks while being yanked this way and that way by an angsty teenager who wanted nothing to do with her pack of children.

They'd tried doing the rings on a rope thing, mind you, but apparently had lost too many children whilst trying.

He followed after his new buddy, Nut, with that tray of brownies still in hand and Darwin following along with. Oh boy! What fun this was! Just Xander, hanging out with his new besties. This was basically like... like... a dream come true.

Words were getting hard to form even in his head and he would've feared how they'd sound out of his mouth if it wasn't for the fact that, well, high Xander feared nothing. High Xander was likely to stick a fork in an electric outlet or jump off a bridge. Well, Sober Xander was also likely to do those things, but High Xander had even less impulse control than Sober Xander. And don't even get him started on Xander's drunk alter ego, Drunk BDE Xan--

Wait, what was he doing?

His eyebrows crinkled in confusion for a moment until they came to a stop near a different cupcake stand. His mouth started watering at the smell of sweet treats and maybe that's why when his brain said "okay, legs, stop walking!", his legs shredded the memo and kept plodding forward until Xander's brain pressed the emergency control button and his legs came to a stumbling halt and Xander had to back up to stand by Nut and Xander again. Of course, while backing up, he was naturally whispering beeeeep, beeeeep noises to himself like he was a cement truck or something.

"Cupcakes." He stated the obvious and then he elbowed Nut in the ribs and held out the pan of brownies. "Hold. I buy cakes. Cakecups. Cupcakes." Xander waited until Nut had taken the tray of brownies and then he patted him on the shoulder with a "Good boy. Now stay." He looked towards Darwin. "You, Darwin. Also stay. Good boy."

Apparently... high Xander... treated his friends like obedient dogs?

He held a hand up to the two of them in a "stay" motion. Least that's what he was pretty sure people did to make their do-- friends stay. Close enough.

And then Xander turned around and exuberantly bounced his way up to the cupcake booth. He bounced in his place in line and then he bip bop bounced his way up to the cart where he crossed his arms and placed them on the counter, all whilst bouncing on the balls of his feet. He was short, the car's counter was high. It was a recipe for blatant discrimination against those short people.

"Hi, hi, hi," he started rambling. "Cupcakes, please. Oh and cookies. Two dozen each-- no, three dozen!" A dozen cupcakes and a dozen cookies for each of them. Surely that would suffice, right? Or, well, at least suffice for now.

He bounced in his place until the boxes were set in front of him and then he was pulling out the last bit of his cash and slapping it down onto the counter.

"Keep the change." He said with a little finger gun in Karmyn's direction as he grabbed the boxes up in his arms and headed back over to Katee and Darwin.

"Darwin, Nut, come." Seriously, Xander needed to start using more words than basic dog commands. Either way, he led the boys over to an empty table where he set down the boxes of treats. He slid off his backpack, dropping it onto the table before he grabbed the tray of brownies from Nut. Shoving the foil over them down more securely, Xander unzipped his backpack and slipped the tray of brownies in there before zipping it back up and pulling it back on. Little did he know that the instant he did that, his brownies fell out of the tray and started smushing all over his cans of spray paint. Poor Xander.

"Cupcakes, brownies." He stated as he peeked in the boxes and slid them to the boys accordingly. A box of cupcakes to Nut, and then a box to Darwin, and then a box of cookies to Nut, and then a box to Darwin.

"Good?" He asked, expression hopeful, pleading, and worried that his new friends would not, in fact, find the treats to be satisfactory and they'd leave him or something.

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[Nixiee]

HENRIETTA THOMAS

Ok. Step One... Lipgloss? Step Two... Don’t look like a blowflish?

Henri had never owned lipgloss, let alone worn the sticky substance before. She knew Liz wore it often, and figured she could ask her sister where she got some from. Or maybe I can grab some on the way to work later tonight. Gosh, this is so embarrassing.

She was happy to listen to Raven explain the... Intricacies of kissing and such. It was what she asked for after all. However, it very much rubbed her the wrong way when Chelsea – of all fucking people – decided to intrude on the teaching. “Professional” tip my ass.

Although, Henri secretly filed away the suggestion. Just in case.

She gave Chelsea a brief, unimpressed look, before she quickly turned away, not wanting to feel like a bystander as both Raven and he quickly started to lock lips. Fuck, this is awkward. Maybe I could’ve asked Raven to just write me down some tips and tricks on a piece of paper instead.

Henri allowed her gaze to wander up to both Mason and Aaliyah, noting that their kiss had – finally – ended. Do I just... Wait? What the hell do I do now?

Out of the corner of her eye, Henri noted another person start to walk towards the kissing booth and she groaned internally. Great. More people to witness my awkwardness. As her blush continued to show itself upon her rosy cheeks, Henri berated herself for ever waking up this morning.

OUTFIT: Comfy hugs
INTERACTIONS: Raven, CK, Mason & Aaliyah
MENTIONS: N/A
TAGS:
Soap , ohdittoh , Winona & erzulie

 

[ohdittoh]

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... katee nausbaum ...

MOOD

FOOD!

LOCATION

carnival!

TAGS

xan Winona darwin Twin Fantasy

"Cupcakes,” Xan stated.

“Cupcakes!” Kate piped again, agreeing. He looked over at Darwin, nodding his head. “Cupcakes!”

A laugh bubbled out of him as Xan jabbed him in the ribs. “Browniesssss,” Nut said, grinning and taking the pan of brownies. “Fricking cupcakes!” He grabbed another brownie from the tray as Xan praised him like a pet. He shoved it in his mouth, looking over at Darwin. He smiled, brown splotches all over his teeth from the chocolate. “Food…”

It seemed as if he was just going to speak in single word sentences, which wasn’t particularly out of the ordinary for Katee whenever he was around people that he felt comfy around. Even if Xan was a stranger, he didn’t feel like he was.

Also, Katee didn’t really know boundaries and levels of comfort, anyway, beyond you’re never close enough to someone to tell them that their nipples look nice through their polos and people threatening to kill me makes me mildly uncomfortable.

Also, unknowingly, Katee was pretty high. Kinda came with eating nearly half a pan of pot brownies single-handedly, and still devouring more.

But, like, this wasn’t really out of the ordinary.

“Cupcakes!” Nut cheered in the background as Xan ordered a bunch of cupcakes, as if he needed a cheerleader to literally just order food.

Honestly, this wasn’t out of the ordinary, either.

He looked over at Darwin. “We’re getting frick-fracking-hecking cupcakes,” Katee said happily, his teeth still ridden with chocolate. “I love cupcakes. I love food, but also cupcakes. Cupcakes are, like, the superior food.” He looked at the tray in his hand. “Brownies, too, but also cupcakes— and burritos. I want a burrito right now! That sounds fun.”

“Darwin, Nut, come.”

Nut looked up upon hearing his nickname, an inquisitive look on his face that quickly changed to pure, unbridled joy. Excitedly, Katee briskly walked over to Xander (so as not to drop “his brownies!” again). He followed Xan to the table, an excited smile on his face.

Cupcakes, cupcakes, cupcakes!

The tray of brownies left his hand, and Nut gave a small pout for a moment that nearly instantly became a smile again.

His eyes watched the boxes intently as they were divvied out to the two of them, as if Xan could possibly unevenly distribute four boxes. When Xan successfully distributed the boxes, Nut excitedly opened both of them.

“Cookies, too!” he cheered. “Hell yeah!” His hand went into the box, and he shoved a cookie into his mouth, giving an enthusiastic MMMM! a second after.

“Amazing!” he said to Xan. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” His hand went into this other box, and, between his two bites of cupcakes (astoundingly, the boy-vacuum couldn’t fit the whole cupcake in one bite), he chirped, “This is, like, fancy cupcake stuff! Like, very fancy— like, oui oui fancy.”

He looked over at Darwin. “Oui oui?” he said, which was his way of asking, You agree, right?

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[jasmyn]

ambridge > as ~ seventeen ~ senior
Jade Jennings

@GetJaded has set status:
"Okay, let's blow shit up!"

@GetJaded has set outfit to:
Something black.

@GetJaded has set location:
Somewhere at the fair.

@GetJaded has interacted with:
Ian.

@GetJaded has mentioned:
ohdittoh

Jade hadn’t planned on going to the fair but when Ian mentioned being alone she figured he could probably use the company. Who sat by themselves at a carnival waiting for fishes the whole time anyway? Sounded like a bore if you asked her. Of course, in true Jade fashion, she had stolen some cash from her step father’s wallet and made her way into Ambridge. Springer’s might’ve played by the rules of only selling fireworks during certain times of the year but Ambridge was a completely different territory.

Once she had the best, loudest fireworks she climbed back into the car her mother had let her use and drove towards the fair. Making her way in and pushing through the crowd of kids and parents, she pulled the strap tighter on the bag full of explosives. The backpack wasn't too obvious, was it? Well, no one was staring at her yet so maybe not. Okay, that one kid had been looking but that was probably because her clothes screamed 'not a typical rich springer bitch' so there was that.

Goldfish. Goldfish. Ah, there it is. Her eyes landed on the stand where she expected Ian would be and sure enough, there he was. "Ask and you shall receive," JJ smirked as she neared him, dropping the bag to the ground and motioning for him to take a peek inside. "Now all we have to do is figure out what or who our first target will be," she said with a shrug. They had plenty of options. Blow up some random stuff animals and other various objects, scare people, throw smoke bombs, shoot the little rocket-like ones at people.

Yeah, yeah. So Jade wasn't the best influence on a kid like Ian and sometimes they caused trouble together. Well, most times. But at the end of the day, it was all in good fun. She would never force him or talk him into anything he didn't want to do. Jade was all for being a free thinker and doing whatever the hell you wanted to do. Sometimes that wasn't a great thing but whatever. Jade wasn't looking for props or a good reputation so it didn't really matter. "So, what'll it be? Any victims in mind?" she asked, looking around them to see anyone who she thought would be fun enough to mess with.

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[ohdittoh]

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... ian hansen ...

MOOD

fireworks!

LOCATION

fair

TAGS

jade jasmyn (zane and rory mentioned)

Ian’d ran off from Linda’s car as soon as it was in park, nursing a pulled neck courtesy of his little brother but still as excited as ever for the fair, despite his probable concussion. It was a fair, so he was, of course, very, very excited, because, after all:

FAIRS MEANT FISH!

His feet were going at least seventy miles per hour, and he thought that he was gonna faceplant and die.

Which, he faceplanted, thanks to a cluster of grass, but he didn’t die!

Or maybe he was dead from the concussion and this was still just the afterlife.

Huh. He still didn’t know, despite his bleeding, aching nose.

“You, uh…you good there?” asked the person at the goldfish booth as he approached.

“Huh— yuh,” he answered, pulling out his money. “Give me six balls,” he said, grinning excitedly.

“Here’s a tissue too,” said the person at the booth, smiling uncomfortably as she handed him six balls.

Ian shoved the tissue up his nostrils, squared his shoulders…

…and twenty minutes later, he’d spent nearly all of his allowance trying to get fish, between checks of his Twitter and hell yeah!s to Jade about her offer with the fireworks.

Fireworks and big fish— sounded like a dream.

He’d probably died.

He heard approaching footsteps just as he sunk the last ball— shoot and a miss— and he turned to see none other than—

“Jadeeeee,” he said, rubbing his hands together like a miser with his money held before him and grinning like a cat who just ate a mouse. He crouched and gently put his hand on the fabric of the backpack as he peeked inside of the bag.

He looked up at Jade, mouth slightly agape. “You brought them,” he said in something hardly above a whisper, as if he were trying to keep it on the downlow. He wasn’t surprised that Jade did it— he was more awestruck. “Did you test any? Did you bring a lighter?” As he continued, his voice grew louder, the grin coming back onto his face as the awe of how cool Jade was gave way to excitement.

She was so cool, though— fireworks to the fair? Where had she got them? Where could he get some himself?

She always did stuff like this— she was so cool, man. Like Rory, but not as mean and also a lot cooler.

“Huhm…” Ian yanked the tissue out of his nose and made a face at it as he unfolded it and held it out before himself before wadding it up and shoving it into his pocket. He stood again. “You brought the fireworks.” He looked down at Jade, grinning— his way of saying up to you— I’ll follow your lead.

It was what he always did— followed.

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[Soap]

​

mood :

On the verge of being buzzkilled

location :

Carnival, Twinkie stand to be specific.

outfit :

Cutesy outfit

interactions :

Drake, Karmyn. erzulie Winona

Auburn Springs

Mercedes Camus

"You're just gonna have the time of your life."

Oh, bullcrap.

Mercedes wasn't particularly mad at him, she was just a little... panicked out. It didn't help when he offered to buy her food... Mer was starving, of course-- but how could she eat being so worried?

--

Deep fried Twinkies were gods creation.

It was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten and that's saying something. Mercedes has been to a Michelin star restaurant, and not only did it have one star, it had MULTIPLE. They served tiny such tiny portions what was the point of eating the food when it was clearly meant to feed a two year old? Mercedes didn't really play into the whole rich thing... it just seemed a little more fun to be poor.

Oh! Don't forget deep fried Oreos too.

"Mmmmmmm. Hahah, oh my god! Is this that uh... what's it called again?" Mercedes racked her brain for the answer, failing to snap her fingers as she thought up the word. "Munchies. Oh my gosh, I have munchies." Her hands flew up to her cheeks as her jaw dropped, gasping in surprise before laughter overwhelmed her.

Psh, she couldn't believe she flipped out earlier.

Who really cared?

So what? She was high.

It was fun. It was... calming. For the first time in weeks, Mercedes felt pretty okay.

"What if I just got high all the time, you think I'd be disowned?" She asked, stuffing the rest of the twinkie in her mouth, resulting in her next words being a muffled. "Mwrcwedes, this isn't prwoper lady behavior." Her brows were furrowed, attempting to look just as intimidating as her mother-- wrinkles and all.

She swallowed the rest of her food before busting out into laughter.

This was nice.

She could trash-talk her mother without feeling like the most ungrateful, trashcan of a child.

Plus... Drake didn't know her mother so... he most likely wasn't gonna stick up for her. Mercedes usually kept her thoughts to herself, her friends felt like they were too close to everything in a way? Like, they understood but at the same time they didn't? Y'know?

Her phone buzzed multiple times, and naturally of course it was Karmyn blowing up her phone.

'Where are you?'

Of course, after Drake's twitter fiasco, Karmyn had to check up on 'poor little Mer.'

She huffed a breath and replied. 'Twinkie stand.' Barely even a second later there was another message coming through.

'I'm coming.'

"Karmyn's on her way..."

She wasn't disappointed per say, Mercedes kinda just wanted to enjoy herself without someone being afraid she'll... mess something up.

Mercedes knew how to take care of herself! She was responsible, dependable, smart...

maybe she was just lying to herself.

Or, maybe many people didn't see that.

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[Winona]

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Drake

INTERACTIONS

Mercedes

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

Soap

He hadn't... meant to fuck everything up, but Drake also never really meant to fuck anything up. He just... did. Without even really trying, Drake had this skill where anything he touched would crumble into dust. Every time he tried to do something decent, he inevitably ruined it and would make it a thousand times worse. At this point, Drake had mostly given up on trying to make the right decisions or do good things. It just... wasn't him. At all. Drake was a fuck up through and through.

And now, he'd dragged Mercedes down with him. Welp. Fuck. When it came to himself and fucking up, Drake could care less. It was his life to fuck up, after all, but when he dragged down innocent bystanders into his fucked uppery, Drake felt a little guilty. He'd really thought that she knew what drugs were and stuff, ya know?

A lopsided smile was plastered on his face -- the first real smile he'd had in a while as he took another bite of the fried Twinkie. So far, Drake and Mercedes had eaten so much that he was certain that when this high wore off, Drake would never want to touch food again. But right now? He was in goddamn heaven.

"Screw proper lady behavior," he said with a chuckle -- although, did Drake even know what proper lady behavior was? Wasn't it something about being proper? Sipping tea with a pinky out and what not? "Proper lady behavior is shit from the 1800s, isn't it? Now it's all about doing whatever the hell you want... right?"

He was second guessing himself because Drake really didn't know.

And then, Mercedes said the words that made his heart sink a little bit.

Karmyn was on her way.

See? He fucked everything up.

And as much as he didn't want Mercedes to go -- Drake was actually having a lot of fun with her. It was nice to hang with someone that wasn't from Ambridge. Someone that didn't just view him as "the younger Rivera" despite that literally not even being his last name, someone that didn't know about his history, and didn't yell at him or threaten to punch him or expect the worst from him at every turn. It was nice to, for fucking once, hang with someone that just saw him as a nice sophomore guy with weed.

But it was probably for the best. Safer for her or... whatever.

"Oh..." his smile faltered and he looked down at the food in front of him. Suddenly, he wasn't feeling quite as hungry. Those munchies had kind of fallen away now, not that they'd ever been super present. Moments like these -- where Drake was just... where he just felt like he was existing and not living -- were moments where the weed didn't do much to him except...

Numb him. Yeah.

"I don't know why everyone's so worried about you," Drake mumbled. "You're... sixteen, right? Older than me. I was doing this shit when I was like... eleven and no one was ever worried about me or acting like I was incapable of handling myself. It's not even... they're not even that much older than you. What, one year? Maybe two? And act like they know what's best...."

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[Soap]

mood :

Aggravated... slightly turned on.

location :

Kissing booth

outfit :

slight badassery vibes

interactions :

Valerie, CK, Henri.
Nixiee ohdittoh jasmyn

Ambridge

Raven Rivera

So, he knew how to kiss. She expected as much. Men like CK would rather die if they didn't get any... and desperate girls would have no problem throwing themselves at him-- which was sad. Raven was big on feminism. She isn't exactly throwing those type of women down... she's merely curious on their thought process. However, she didn't want to pull away. Maybe it was just Raven starving for physical touch, or the fact that nobody had the balls to kiss her with such force today. Whatever the case was, she wasn't hating the situation. Even if he had a few tampons shoved up his nose.

It was definitely something that happened to make her a day a little bit better. But she wouldn't admit that just yet.

Wouldn't want em' to get a big head, now.

He deepened the kiss, causing Raven to lean backwards slightly, reaching to balance herself all while returning the urgency, grabbing a hold of his collar was suitable enough for her to keep her balance.

"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,"

As soon as the first word of that sentence was uttered, Raven instantly knew who it was. The princess was memorable for many things, and ultimately, it pissed Raven off. The infatuation she developed for her had dropped the moment once she'd started to treat her like everyone else. Raven was many things, but a drug addict isn't one of them. Never will be. Granted, Valerie couldn't of known her family history, but it was the fact she depended on the stereotypes of Ambridge as insults to purposefully hurt someone. So... maybe some stereotypes were right, maybe they hit too close to home for some people.

Everyone had their reasons for their comments.

Raven just didn't see the reason for that comment in particular. She pulled away with a heavy breath, cleaning the corners of her lips before glancing for at Henri.

"I hope you took some notes mentally, I don't know if I'm physically ready for another 'tutoring' session." Raven said, making conversation with Henri with every point of ignoring a certain heiress.

Although it was hard not to address her little comment, one Raven wanted oh-so-badly to throw a reply at. Instead, she limited herself on her words. "That's a good question, Am I as good as I claim to be, Chelsea? Or do you need another demonstration? I'd be more than happy to show you how these lips work in private." Well... sort of limited. Was it some twisted flirting in order to piss off Miss Perfect? Oh, of course it was. But by now, nobody should be surprised how petty she may be.

Raven just wanted to wipe off her pretty little smirk. "For charity, of course. A poor little bridger like me couldn't possibly get someone's attention if it wasn't pity." Sarcasm was practically spewing out of her mouth while her gaze was locked on Valerie for the most part before returning to CK. Grabbing the edges of his collar and straightening them out, considering she was the one who messed them up in the first place, might as well fix them.

"Mm, pity. It's how I get most of my drugs. Beg, or threaten em' with a good time."

And now she's going for the mock self deprecation? Raven hadn't realized she was legitimately this upset at one Miss Valerie Flores.

Maybe she was more infatuated with her than she thought.

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[ohdittoh]

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... chelsea freud ...

MOOD

shit.

LOCATION

the carnival

TAGS

henri Nixiee raven Soap val jasmyn

The week had been shit. Complete and utter shit. CK hadn’t even been able to so much as move a muscle without the his body telling him to go off and die in a ditch somewhere. He could hardly eat, he could hardly breathe, and he could hardly sleep.

Where he was right now, though, with his lips locked against a Bridger who he didn’t know from Adam, made all of that disappear for a second.

Was soliciting borderline prostitution a positive way to get out his frustrations of the week? He wasn’t willing to think of that right now.

He was kissi—

“Never thought I’d see the day Chelsea Freud kissed a Bridger— and in public, at that.”

Shit.

CK tensed up, a mild note of panic shooting through his brain.

“I guess is nice to be charitable every now and then, though.”

Charity, charity. There was his excuse.

Raven pulled away, and CK’s eyes opened, moving to Valerie. He didn’t speak.

King Chelsea Freud’d been caught frolicking with the peasants, and now, like a dog whose midnight snack of the pet parrot had just been discovered, he stood, not knowing what to say or do.

“Tell me, is Raven here as good as she so often claims to be?"

He broke eye contact with her, breathing heavily through slightly parted lips.

Raven spoke to Henri now, and Chelsea’s eyes moved to the girl, conveying a simple message akin to the one that she’d gotten from him the day that they’d briefly met: Don’t say a word about this to anyone.

Chelsea’s eyes watched Raven’s face as she spoke. “That's a good question, Am I as good as I claim to be, Chelsea? Or do you need another demonstration? I'd be more than happy to show you how these lips work in private."

He averted his eyes from her, looking back at Val before he realized that looking at no one’s face was the better option. His eyes met the table.

"For charity, of course,” Raven said to Val. “A poor little Bridger like me couldn't possibly get someone's attention if it wasn't pity."

He felt hands on his collar and his eyes moved back to Raven, looking down at her silently as she fixed it.

"Mm, pity. It's how I get most of my drugs. Beg, or threaten em' with a good time."

Chelsea remained silent for another moment before he looked back at Valerie.

Perhaps he should speak. Changing the subject was always the way to go.

“Val,” he said in his cold, congested, stoic voice, looking her up and down before his eyes settled on her face again. "How are you?"

He paused a moment, moving closer to her, and he remembered something as his side cried out in pain again.

"I was hoping to see you here," he said, stopping near her. 
“There’s actually something I need to talk to you about,” he said in a lower voice. With his eyes, he tried to hint at what it was: that.

That.

That favor that she'd done for him, and, more importantly—

How can I repay you?

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[gh0stwriter]

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Link

INTERACTIONS

Rory

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

Winona

Link stopped as Rory’s pace slowed. His eyes glanced over and watched as the wheels in her brain concocted the next part in their foolproof plan to piss off his stepmom and get into their usual amount of trouble.

“I do know how to make fireworks.”

Link wasn’t gonna lie. That statement terrified him. Given Rory’s proclivity for explosives, it’d either be successful or he’d be missing a limb by the end of the day. Link’s money was on the latter. But he was along for the ride. Anything to let him escape his new life. He knew it could be worse. He knew he was better off, but none of that mattered.

It was strange. He missed the days of roaming the streets. The freedom of having to answer to no one. The fuck you attitude he could throw at whichever foster family he was placed with at the time. Now, there were rules. Link fucking hated rules. He hated his new stepfamily. He hated Auburn Springs.

Link watched Rory intently. When the grin spread across her face fear and excitement raged through his system.

“I know a guy.”

They were off again. The talk of a long walk didn’t bother Link. He was used to it. He’d spend hours walking around Ambridge. Anything to keep him out of his foster home. With Rory, it was easy, he felt like he had someone, but when she and the boys left, he was alone again and that didn’t sit well with him.

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

“Nope. A walk sounds greeeeeat.” He smirked in her direction. “I like to keep my appendages firmly attached to my body.” He joked. He slipped his hands into his pockets and walked along side her. “So, you trust the twins at the carnival alone or you missed me too much to care about that?” He said making conversation.

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[jasmyn]

ambridge > as ~ seventeen ~ senior
Jade Jennings

@GetJaded has set status:
"Okay, let's blow shit up!"

@GetJaded has set outfit to:
Something black.

@GetJaded has set location:
Somewhere at the fair.

@GetJaded has interacted with:
Ian.

@GetJaded has mentioned:
ohdittoh

Jade's smirk tugged at her lips, almost perfectly matching Ian's own grin. Her eyes followed him as he peered into the bag and got visibly more excited at the sight of the fireworks. Jade was the type of girl who liked to have fun and most of the time that meant causing a little trouble. Hence trashing rooms in Val’s house and bringing fireworks to a family-friendly event.

"You brought them." Ian practically whispered. She wasn't gonna just sit at home and watch him tweet about trying to win a goldfish all day. That didn't exactly strike the blonde as the most thrilling way to spend the day. "You never really doubted me, did you?" she teased.

One would think that with her having moved into the town herself, she would've changed to fit in. Anyone who actually knew her though would tell you that expecting Jade Jennings to change to fit in anywhere was a waste of time. If anything, her need for a thrill and destruction had only gotten worse since moving. Even in her mother's own words, her step-sister was the perfect child and Jade was the rebellious little shit who needed a reality check.

Whatever. Her mother was the delusional one. The woman actually thought that her "friends" in Auburn Springs had accepted her when really they probably all gossiped behind her back and bet on how long she'd last. Jade wasn't as oblivious to believe that people would actually just let them come over from across the bridge and slip into a society that they didn't belong in. Not that Jade wanted to anyway.

“Did you test any? Did you bring a lighter?” Ian's words pulled Jade out of her stupid trance and she flashed the lighter. "I figure we can test them together. Now let's see..." she trailed off as she looked around for an obvious target. "You see that small building over there? Perfect place to hide and drop fireworks from. I got some smoke bombs and those super loud ones," she shrugged. There was a ladder that hung off the side so they should be able to get up there pretty easily.

Her eyes scanned the place until they landed on one of the booths where a face painter sat and she got another idea. "Come on. We need a few of those paints and some balloons too. You get the paint and I'll grab some balloons from that guy and then we meet at the building," she said, pointing out the guy who was handing out different kinds of balloons to kids. They could probably fill them with the paint and drop them on people as they walked by or something.

Jade knew Ian well enough to know that he was down for practically anything. Maybe that was why he was easily her favorite Hansen sibling. The kid knew how to have fun and he wasn't scared of anything, or at least if he was he hardly showed it. This is also why she didn't stick around to see if he would actually go and get the paints. Instead, she waltzed off in the direction of the balloon guy and pulled a couple bucks from her wallet. Did people sell water balloons at fairs like this? Those would probably work best.

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[jasmyn]

auburn springs ~ seventeen ~ senior
Valerie Flores

@ValleyGirl has set status:
"I don't get jealous! Ugh..."

@ValleyGirl has set outfit to:
Something stylish.

@ValleyGirl has set location:
Poorly made kissing booths.

@ValleyGirl has interacted with:
CK. Raven.

@ValleyGirl has tagged:
.....

"I'd be more than happy to show you how these lips work in private." Was that comment meant to mess with Val? To make her jealous? Did this girl from across the bridge really think that she could show up, flirt a little bit and Valerie Flores of all people would become so entranced that she'd get so easily jealous? And of what? Her kissing CK for five bucks. Please.

But she was. Val, the girl who claimed to think all Bridgers were criminals, junkies, or just all-around lower than her was jealous. Not that she would admit that out loud or to anyone else but there was a jolt of energy inside her, causing her jaw to clench just slightly at the thought of Raven not pinning after her. Being more interested in other people. It was absolutely annoying.

"For charity, of course. A poor little bridger like me couldn't possibly get someone's attention if it wasn't pity. Mm, pity. It's how I get most of my drugs. Beg, or threaten em' with a good time."

Just as Val should've expected, the girl wasn't quite over the things Val had spat out at the party. Of course, assuming someone was on drugs didn't often get a good response though, did it? It wasn't like she'd meant for the words to come out maliciously but it also wasn't like she was going to apologize for it. That would imply two things, that she actually like Raven and that she felt bad which she didn't...okay, maybe a little. Whatever. Still not gonna happen.

Instead, Val let her eyes travel back to CK when he acknowledged her presence. “There’s actually something I need to talk to you about.” In case his tone hadn't given away what the thing was, his eyes did. She knew precisely what he wanted to talk about. It's not every day that a friend phones in a need for a doctor who won't leave an obvious paper trail, after all.

Normally Val wouldn't miss a chance for one of her peers to owe her and although she and CK were somewhat close, he was no exception but this she'd done mostly for Mercedes. As much as she hated it, the girl was like a sister to Val and so favors weren't something she expected payment for. Not outright anyway.

"Do you remember eighth grade when Josh Meyers asked me to the dance and you lied and said you were already my date? I do. We're good," she said, shaking her head as she implied that they were even. At least this way it looked like she'd repaid him for a small favor and no one would really question it. Though, he had saved her that year because Josh was a pig.

Her eyes shifted back to Raven, not missing a single beat as she smirked. "Here. I'll donate twenty to your noble cause. Someone has to help rebuild the school you bridgers burned down so carelessly," she shrugged, stepping closer and putting the twenty on the wooden booth top.

"Guess that means we have to kiss now. I know that's been a dream of yours so I'll even pretend to enjoy it. Ya know, for the greater good and all," she added teasingly. Did she want to kiss Raven? Of course not... She, uh, needed her image to look better after the whole exposing of her father's affairs on Twitter. Right? Yeah. Plus, Raven was fun to mess with. That's ALL this was...

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[Soap]

mood :

Duckies.

location :

Carnival, Twinkie stand to be specific.

outfit :

Cutesy outfit

interactions :

Drake, Winona

Auburn Springs

Mercedes Camus

Drake was right!

Screw lady behavior.

The only behavior that was acceptable today, was fun behavior. And everrrryoneeee else like Karmyn, Valerie, CK, her mom. They could just... take a long walk off a really short pier.

Yeah, take that. Buzzkills.

Okay, maybe Karmyn just wanted to make sure she was okay! And maybe Mer should just...

No. That would kill whatever high she has going on right now. Right now? She focused on herself. Forget everyone else and their weird parental issues with Mercedes. “I know! Everyone treats me as if I’m a two year old who can’t handle themselves.” Sure, sometimes Mer made bad decisions and yeah... maybe she enjoys bounce houses. But that didn’t make her a child. It just made her.... Mer.

“But I can! They just don’t give me the time of day to prove it.”

Mercedes threw their dishes away— because she wasn’t about to litter c’mon now. And took Drake by the hand leading him to god knows where. As long as Karmyn weren’t anywhere near ‘em.

What to do, what to do.

Oh! Perfect.

Duckies.

“Let’s fish to get our minds off of it. Listen to theeeee sound of the waveeesssss, the fish chirping and the birds swimming.” Mercedes grabbed a fishing rod and swayed the line side to side in hopes of grabbing a magnetic duck.

A sudden force pulled the line and Mercedes looked down to realize she had gotten a duck after all! “... This will be my prize. We shall name him Howard, but we won’t baby him like everyone does to us.”

The man working behind the inflatable pool grimaced. “Hey, you guys didn’t even pay. You’re not allowed take the ducks, they’re a part of the game.” The older man— was significantly ripped, like literally this man in his spare time lifts when he’s not guarding ducks.

And he seemed angry.

Was it bad that Mercedes didn’t care?

“Relax! We’ll... pay you.”

She glanced over at Drake, Mer was all outta money, Drake spent whatever he could’ve buying them food.

And so, she communicated telepathically.

What do we do?

coded by reveriee.

 

[ohdittoh]

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... ian hansen ...

MOOD

running!

LOCATION

fair

TAGS

jade jasmyn (siblings mentioned)

“I figure we can test them together,” Jade responded, and Ian nodded, giving a quiet, “Yeah.” That meant more fireworks to light and more havoc to wreak, which, to him, sounded like the perfect Saturday afternoon.

“Now, let’s see…you see that small building over there?” Ian’s eyes moved to the point in question, and he responded with another quiet, “Yeah.” “Perfect place to hide and drop fireworks from.” (Another quiet “yeah”.) “I got some smoke bombs and those super loud ones.”

Ian’s eyes widened at the descriptions of what she had, and his mouth went slightly agape. “You really got them,” he remarked, voice reverent. “Woah…fuckin’ sick,” he said quietly. “How did you get those?” he asked, and then thought of a better question: “How long do you think these will last us?”

His eyes went to the ladder. “Are you gonna carry it up that ladder?” Ian wasn’t a fan of heights, but…he could, uh, deal with it for some chaos-making. “What do you think is in there? Are…”

His voice trailed off, and he looked down with a grin. He was asking too many questions; his brother always fussed at him for that. Plus, it was…kinda nice to not know everything about what he was getting himself into. Then, he didn’t have enough fuel to chicken out of it— or to even consider chickening out of it.

“Come on,” Jade said, and he looked up, cocking his head at her slightly. “We need a few of those paints and some balloons, too. You get the paint, and I’ll grab some balloons from that guy, and we meet at the building.”

His saucer eyes narrowed in determination. “Paint, balloons, meeting. Me, paint. You, balloon. Got it.” He gave her two thumbs up and a single, heavy nod. “How mu…” He let his question trail off, and he shook his head. “Got it, got it. Count of three, maybe?”

He looked forward. “Uh, one, two…three,” he said, and he let his feet move without thinking or looking where he was going.

The grass underfoot was thick and nearly made him trip a few times, but hey, he didn’t! He didn’t fall this time! No more bloody nose!

When he arrived at the booth, he pumped his fist in celebration of that fact— no bloody nose, woot! No bloody nose, woot! No bloody nose, woot! Under his breath, he chanted aloud, “No tripping, no tripping, no—“

“Can I help you?” came the voice of a young girl at the booth.

He lifted his eyes to the person, his feet planted in front of himself as his shoulders heaved and he struggled to catch his breath. He put his hands on his hips. “Uhhh…” What was…? “Paint?”

“Come again?” she asked, brows knitting.

“You got some?”

“Huh?” she asked. “Sorry, I don’t think—“

“You got some paint?” he asked.

She blinked at him for a moment, and then scooted back, taking a few bottles of paint from beneath the table and setting them on it. “Yes, a—“

“Thanks,” he said, snatching them from her and running.

“HEY!” called her voice behind him, but he didn’t really catch it.

Trying not to trip, he rushed over the building as eyes followed him.

This was the rush— the shaking hands and the rapid breathing that made it difficult for him to think— that he hated. The adrenaline in his veins flowed through him like liquid dread.

He was gonna get caught! He was gonna get caught, and then they’d suspend him. Or arrest him, or somethi—

He reached the building, and, shoving the paints into his waistband quickly, he began to scale the ladder.

The voices beneath him were still calling when he dropped onto his stomach on the other side of the roof, just beneath their line of sight. Beneath and behind him was the fence to the outside of the fair. There was no way that they were getting to him unless they climbed up here, too.

His breathing was rapid, and he could swear that his heartbeats shook the tin roof of the small building.

He’d made it.

A shaky grin spread across his face.

See, it was the aftermath that was the best— ‘cuz he felt so much like a badass right now.

C’mon, Jade, he thought, come join the baddest boy of the century.

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[Winona]

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Rory

INTERACTIONS

Link

MENTIONS

The twins as always

TAGS

gh0stwriter

Rory scoffed at Link's words. "Don't get an ego there, Link." She said, glancing over at him with a roll of her eyes, although a slight grin had spread across her face. "If you didn't have cash and a willingness to blow shit up, I wouldn't be hanging with you right now." And that was, to an extent, absolutely true.

It was just that Rory had a few other standards that one had to meet in order for her to bother hanging around them. It wasn't like she hung out with everyone that had cash and a willingness to blow shit up, after all. The girl had some standards. For instance, they also had to be at least somewhat interesting -- she wasn't about to waste her time fucking around with boring ass people

And, if she was being fully honest, chances were that she would've hung out with Link whether or not he had cash and a need to blow shit up. He was one of the very few people that were somewhat tolerable to her sober mind.

Well, temporarily sober mind. It wouldn't be long until she was drunk off the alcohol purchased with Link's daddy's money. Ah, it was nice to be drinking shit using money that Rory hadn't had to get herself (typically through less than stellar means -- she was an expert pickpocket) or that she'd had to bat her eyelashes at some dumbass to get a few sips.

"I don't trust them as far as I can throw them," Rory responded, and that was the dead truth. No one in their right mind would trust either of the twins. "However, I figure there's enough responsible people at the fair to keep them from blowing off their arms or setting themselves on fire again, so..." she shrugged.

"And if they do still manage to blow off their arms, then the dumbasses probably deserved it."

She really hoped they didn't blow off their arms, though. Trip to the ER when she was drunk was not what she wanted today.

"Plus I get enough of the Springers at school," -- she really should've just dropped out -- "and I don't want to be stuck around their prissy, stuck-up selves all fucking weekend, too."

Rory needed a break. Like a reset button over the weekend that would remove any memory of the fucking Springers from her mind and let her just go back to what she was. A badass, kind of dumb Bridger that would probably end up in prison before she was twenty.

"The school is fucking ridiculous, too. Why the hell do they have a fountain?" She asked, and then a little idea clicked in her head. "Do you think Ian could put his goldfish in the fountain instead of our toilet?"

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[Winona]

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Drake

INTERACTIONS

Mercedes

MENTIONS

N/A

TAGS

Soap

Drake's plan for the night had been simple.

Sell weed-infused treats, make fucking bank, donate part of it to the stupid festival, and pocket the rest.

His plan had not included getting the wrong Springer high, which then inevitably left him with babysitting her. Not that he disliked Mercedes' company -- she was actually quite funny and entertaining to be around, although Drake couldn't quite tell if that was the high speaking or his actual opinion. Either way, hanging with her had, so far, been way better than spending his entire night at the booth.

Granted, all of that money that was supposed to be used for his own devices had suddenly been paid over to various food vendors. He watched as bill after bill disappeared.

Goodbye, Next Month's Electricity Bill. Goodbye, Next Month's Internet Bill. Goodbye, Next Month's Rent.

Mason was going to be pissed and he wouldn't even know why, because Drake wouldn't even have a decent excuse as to where all of that cash had gone to. What was he supposed to say? Sorry, I spent all of my money on weed for weed treats and then the profit I made was spent on this cute Springer girl that I accidentally got high.

Yeah, Drake unfortunately knew his brother and, unfortunately, Mason wouldn't buy it.

And now Mercedes, on her endless high adventure, had dragged Drake to one of those dumb booths with the rubber duckies. To be honest, he was surprised when she snagged one and even went as far as to name it to Howard, which obviously cemented Howard in their lives. Inanimate duck or not, he was now as much a part of the family as say... Ariana, his niece, was.

He wondered what Mason would say when he rolled up and had to explain that yeah, he'd lost them a few hundred dollars in the process of making weed desserts but hey, he also had a new SON named HOWARD.

Mason was going to kill him.

Drake let out a small chuckle.

Mercedes was... probably as attached to the little duck as he was now, which meant they weren't leaving without Howard, even if he looked like every other duck in the pond.

Drake was a total master of thinking on his feet.

"Yeah, calm down, dude. We'll pay for the prize." Drake chuckled as if it was no big deal as he pulled his wallet and flipped through the leftover dollar bills. He kept one eye on the booth guard, and another on the people around him, waiting, waiting, waiting...

"Oh fuck, Mer! Did you see that?! He just stole one of the toys!" He remarked, just enough under his breath to make it sound like he was talking to only Mercedes, but loud enough that the booth attendant would hear.

The moment the booth attendant turned around, Drake had shoved his wallet back into his pocket, leaned forward and snatched Howard out of the putrid water, and then stood back up. He shoved Howard in the pocket of his hoodie and then grabbed Mercedes' hand and bolted off, running as far from the rubber ducky booth as he possibly could.

High Drake wasn't as smooth as Sober Drake, but he still had some skill when it came to robbing assholes.

Luckily, carnies couldn't really follow because of having to keep an eye on their booths. So, once they were a decent way away, Drake let go of Mercedes' hand and pulled the rubber ducky from the pouch of his worn gray hoodie and held it out for her.

"Here's Howard. He'll be like... a souvenir of the best fair you've ever been to."

He cracked a grin.

A genuine grin. Drake couldn't remember the last time that he'd grinned as much as he was right now, tonight, with one Mercedes Camus.

The little sister of his brother's arch nemesis.

Oh well.

"Where to next, Mer? The night is yours."

Drake had just been the moneybags but, with his cash officially depleted, he was nothing more than a crony.

Still, he was having fun.

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[Soap]

mood :

...

location :

Kissing booth

outfit :

slight badassery vibes

interactions :

Valerie, CK, Henri.
Nixiee ohdittoh jasmyn

Ambridge

Raven Rivera

CK changed the subject, diverting his attention to Valerie and Raven took that as an excuse to hand over the money to Henri, who was oddly so entranced in staring whatever she was staring at. And normally, Raven would've been interested to see what-- or who, she was staring at but... she needed any distraction right now, she had to seem moderately busy that way Valerie wouldn't decide to strike up a conversation with her. Raven leaned over the table and grabbed the box from Henri. Not bothering to round the table again since she believed it was about time for a break.

Despite how... okay of a kisser CK was, breath mints were needed. He was hot and all, but nose tampons meant she had kissed a mouth breather— she wasn’t in fourth grade, but dry mouth was not sexy. Sorry, Chelsea.

Raven popped a tiny melt away peppermint into her mouth, leaning her elbows against the table behind her, flipped the lid to the box and started counting their earnings. It wasn’t like Raven to ignore confrontation. Far from it. Although people like Valerie had ignorance issues, it ate at them like nothing else.

“Five, ten, fifteen...” She muttered as every five dollar bill passed between one hand to the other.

A twenty was placed onto the table behind her and Raven glanced up, raising an eyebrow at the sudden gesture.

She fought the eye roll that she so desperately wanted to make.

Was this supposed to be an apology?

“It was ruled an accident. No evidence of arson.”

Not yet anyway, but Raven chose not to worry about it. Even if... No, she was sure everything was fine on that part. As if anyone in Ambridge would do their job correctly and not just brush it off, moving onto the next case so they could go back home to their families in the oh-so-‘scary’ neighborhood that the Springers believed they lived in.

Her next words were ultimately surprising. Valerie Flores was expecting a kiss from Raven, despite whatever favoritism she’d had for her... it was a little surprising. But it had only confirmed what Raven believed all along.

The princess had a thing for her.

Could you imagine that? The princess and the lowly peasant.

‘So you’re saying if I wanted you then I couldn’t have you? You’re right about one thing, I’m spoiled. I don’t get told no, Rae.’

Valerie’s past messages were practically etched into her mind, it was as if Raven was waiting for this exact moment. Don’t get her wrong— she was still pissed off. And that’s why this was going to be prolonged simply for Valerie’s torture.

‘I’m gonna keep that in mind, Just remember you brought that one on yourself.’

Raven wasn’t overly cruel, she had warned her a long time ago. Their slight Twitter spats were the highlights of her day, and now? Using them as ammunition? Oh, this’ll be the highlight of her year.

She fought the wolfish grin that threatened to break through.

“Y’know, the greater good is getting me out of here sooner, you sure that’s what you want, princess?”

Raven placed the box to the side of the wooden stall, glancing behind her at the twenty that laid on the table, turning her head to Valerie where her gaze fell almost immediately to Valerie’s lips.

“Maybe it is,” she breathed. Her breath cool and full of the scent of the insanely strong mint that Henri had brought and had been selling on the side these last few hours.

Raven leaned off of the table, standing straighter— and ultimately, closer to Valerie.

“That way you wouldn’t have to think about me in the ways you already are,” They were face to face, Raven took to her words with a whisper, she wouldn’t want Valerie running away just yet... and saying these things in front of everyone surely isn’t something Valerie wanted.

“That way, your heart wouldn’t be pounding right now, right?”

Raven leaned incredibly closer, tilting her head slightly, their lips merely inches from each other, just a breath from touching.

“... How’s that saying go? Out of sight, out of mind?” She could practically feel her own words vibrate off of Valerie’s lips. There was many people around, but Raven couldn’t help but ignore them, whether this was her need to tease Valerie or the plain want to just say fuck it and give in, she couldn’t tell.

“We both know it wouldn’t be that easy.”

Raven gently placed a hand under her chin, finding it difficult to not flutter her eyes shut the more she had closed the distance, somehow finding the willpower stop herself from finishing what she’d started.

Right as their lips were about to touch, Raven leaned away, whispering in her ear.

“I deserve a better apology than a twenty dollar bill, Princess.”

She withdrew from Valerie, creating the distance they both very much needed, biting the corner of her lip and throwing the twenty in the box.

“Always leave them wanting more, Henri.”

Even if you’re the one who’s craving more.

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[erzulie]

mood

chill/tempted

location

kissing booth

outfit

x!

tags

interactions: mason Winona
mentions: raven ( Soap ), valerie ( jasmyn )

aaliyah

til’ death, do we art

Aaliyah had never thought about kissing Mason before this whole booth idea. The two of them were on good terms, friends even but Mason was so closed off that she doubted he’d even be interested to begin. But she could admit that she enjoyed their kiss and that Mason was a great kisser so when he questioned her Aaliyah smiled playfully. “No definitely not the best...but I did enjoy it, a lot.” Her words were sincere as she spoke to him. For a moment her eyes traveled to his lips again, now swollen from their kiss. Aaliyah was tempted to go in for one more but she stopped herself. His head was big enough already. “Sorry about the gloss though, hope that the taste didn’t bother you.”

Beside them Ck and Raven had finished their kiss it seemed or maybe they had been interrupted by the Princess of Auburn? Aaliyah wasn’t too sure but either way she could feel the tension between the two girls once Valerie made her way up to the booth, placing a twenty on the counter. Aaliyah raised an eyebrow as she watched them for a moment. Raven’s words only made Aaliyah chuckle softly, she had a feeling that her words hadn’t been meant for Henri only.

Aaliyah turned her attention back to Mason, pointing at the table that Raven had gotten the mints from. “Would you mind getting me one of those? And as fun as this has been it’s about time I go. These photos won’t take themselves…”

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nine lives

 

[Winona]

Superman by Boyce Avenue

Mason

Alright, so... kiss was done. It was time for Aaliyah to be on her merry fucking way. Mason could only keep up with the fake smile and charming act for so long before he would inevitably crack. Honestly, being an asshole had become as second nature and necessary to Mason as, say, breathing was. Having to keep up this act was the equivalent of shoving his head under water and expecting him to not start gasping and floundering for air.

That had been the nice thing about today, at least. Most of the girls hadn't stuck around long after Mason was subjected to the exchange of germs. Most of the girls had gotten their kiss and then they were gone, heading off to who the fuck knows where. Most of the girls hadn't hung around and absolutely none of the fucking girls had expected him to be their fucking bellboy and retrieve them a goddamn fucking mint that was less than two feet away.

Fucking lazy--

Calm, cool, collected, charming. The four c's of pissing Raven the fuck off. That's what Mason was trying to be as he tried his best to ignore the display of fucking... whatever the hell Raven was doing. Pissing Valerie off. Teasing her.

His jaw clenched for a moment, he let out a heavy exhale through his nose. Letting off steam. If this was one of those fucking stupid Saturday morning cartoons or some shit, Mason would've been blowing steam out of his ears like a tea kettle for the past few minutes but now would've let out the last of the steam and relaxed.

He... was... so... relaxed.

"Yeah, of course." He said with a little half-smile.

As Mason crossed his way over to the mints, he couldn't help but glance across the table at Raven and her little whores. They were fucking holding up the place -- no one was gonna want to stop by for kissing and charity or whatever the fuck he was whoring his lips out for if Chelsea was standing there. Dumbass was a like people deterrent.

"Hey," he placed his hands on the table and leaned forward so he could speak to them but, before he could continue what he was saying, a hand tugged on the leg of his jeans. Mason looked down to see Ari and he sighed, pushing off the table and straightening back off. Her face was covered in frosting and now there was frosting smeared on his pants leg.

Fucking great.

He glanced back on the table and picked out one of the mints, holding it up as he looked back down at his daughter. "Mint and then we'll go get you cleaned up?" He asked.

Her eyes widened, focusing in on the little candy in his hand and she started nodding her head vigorously.

"C'mon, Ari. Use your words."

"Yah," she mumbled so quietly that Mason almost couldn't hear her. Right. There was a fucking crowd of strangers just across the table and that was inevitably scaring Ari a bit. She was a quiet kid, the kind that didn't do good in large crowds.

He raised an eyebrow, looking at her expectantly.

"Please?"

"Good," he cracked a genuine smile as he opened up the mint and handed it to the little girl. "Go play with your toys but no running with the mint in your mouth."

Parenting, done. Now he could deal with these fucks again.

"Hey," he said, again placing his hands on the table and leaning forward. "Unless you two plan on kissing some strangers for cash..." he lifted a hand and made a shooing motion. "You can leave. You're kind of holding up the line and scaring off everyone actually interested, so..." Mason made another shooing motion towards Val and Chelsea.

| mood: pissed obviously | mentions: N/A | interactions: Raven, Henri, Chelsea, Aaliyah, Chelsea | tags: Soap Nixiee ohdittoh erzulie jasmyn |

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[jasmyn]

auburn springs ~ seventeen ~ senior
Valerie Flores

@ValleyGirl has set status:
"Two can play at that game, but I always win."

@ValleyGirl has set outfit to:
Something stylish.

@ValleyGirl has set location:
Poorly made kissing booths.

@ValleyGirl has interacted with:
Mason. Raven.

@ValleyGirl has tagged:
Winona Soap

"Unless you two plan on kissing some strangers for cash... You can leave. You're kind of holding up the line and scaring off everyone actually interested, so..." While Val heard the noise that the less captivating Rivera made, she wasn't really listening. It was like he was pathetically practicing for his next shitty security gig at some rundown club which let's face it was actually a golden opportunity for someone like him. Still, she wasn't very interested in what he had to say.

Her eyes remained locked on the girl before her as she stepped closer and started on some rant about why Valerie was ben doing this. “Y’know, the greater good is getting me out of here sooner, you sure that’s what you want, princess? Maybe it is..." -- “That way you wouldn’t have to think about me in the ways you already are.” Wrong. “That way, your heart wouldn’t be pounding right now, right?" Wrong.

As the vixen spoke the words though, she was just inches from Val's face and the girl couldn't help but feel the tension. The strong sexual connection that she tried so desperately to deny was like a magnet pulling Raven's lips towards hers. As much as she kept telling herself this was for charity, there came a point where even she had to admit that was untrue. Right? Wrong.

"Don't you wish, Rae," she muttered back, her survival skills kicking in and she realized she had to say something back. Anything. Valerie didn't budge though if anything then she could 100% say that Raven had kissed her. Deny that it was even that good. She was entranced though. By the enchanting sound of Raven's voice gracing her ears. Captivated by the girl's eyes as they danced around with each line she spoke which at this point in time, Val had drowned out.

They were getting closer and closer with each word that slipped from Raven's mouth and then just as they could kiss, just as Val could finally fulfill that stupid fantasy that kept secretly nagging at her, Raven moved. Where their lips should've crashed together like ocean waves on the shore, the pair only just barely let them graze past each other. -- “I deserve a better apology than a twenty-dollar bill, Princess.” -- “Always leave them wanting more, Henri.”

Who the hell did this girl think she was? An apology? Embarrassing Valerie in front of people they went to school with by playing as if the kiss had mattered that much in the first place? Absolutely not. Valerie Flores didn't just get rejected or teased and this wasn't going to be the start of something new. It didn't take long for Val to recompose herself, the crowd fueling her need to not look like a complete idiot.

"Rae, that wasn't very professional of you though I guess that isn't a surprise given where you come from. You probably don't have a clue what the term means. No matter. I know how nervous I must make you and it's completely understandable that you can't follow through on all of your little comments," she shrugged, looking over at the people still watching. Her eyes scanned the people until they came to a certain someone and the idea just struck her. It was a blessing and a curse in disguise.

As disgusted as she already was by the plan she'd cooked up in a matter of minutes, she knew that it would get a reaction and that's what she wanted. What she needed. "Well, I spent my perfectly good money here in exchange for a kiss today and so I do presume that it's only fair I show good sportsmanship even if you can't. I guess you'll have to do, other Rivera," she said, her eyes tearing away from Raven and connecting with Mason's. Please don't let him be that bad.

Before she could decide against it, she took a few steps in his direction, halting when she was close enough to place her hands on his utterly tacky flannel. Ugh. Was that all he ever wore? Did he had a closet full of these things or was it just the one? Note to self: drench palms in bleach later. Who knew when the last time he washed this thing was. Ugh. Stop overthinking before you back out, Val. Put on the show of your life.

Without warning, she tugged at his stupid shirt and their lips met instantly. What had the world come to? Valerie Flores was kissing Mason Rivera. The stray of all strays from across the bridge. The only person worse that she could be allowing her perfect lips to touch was...Murphy. Ew. She would rather die. Was this point worth it? Because it didn't feel like-

Okay, okay. So he actually wasn't that bad of a kisser. If she wasn't such a bitch, she might actually say he was okay, in fact. Points for fact that he didn't try to shove his entire tongue down her throat too. Her lips moved with his for a few more seconds before she decided that it was a good enough show to fuck with Raven as had been the whole goal.

Never try to challenge Valerie Flores. There was rarely a limit to what she would do to have the upper hand.

As she tore away from the poor street-rat, she straightened out his shirt, as best she could anyway. Charity. People asked and it was for the damn charity. Had she lost her mind? Maybe so. After the whole Bridger brother reveals, maybe this was her losing it. Still, as she let go of Mason's shirt, her eyes flickered right towards her intended target, Raven. Searching the girl's features for a reaction.

"Well, you two enjoy kissing the slew of randoms that are sure to come your way. Sorry that your friend here had to fulfill your long-standing dream for you. Don't be too embarrassed though, nerves are natural. Some people are more talk than action. At least now we all know which Rivera can actually back it up," she added with a smirk, her eyes moving from Rae to Mason.

The girl turned on her heels and walked away, aiming for the funhouse on the other side of the carnival. Her legs carried her quickly as she tried to remain confident but her head was screaming at her. She had just stuck her tongue in the fucking caveman's mouth and she desperately needed to scrub off like three layers of tastebuds in order to ever be remotely the same again. Once she was inside, she leaned against the wall and made a face of disgust. "Ugh. Just end me now," she muttered to herself.

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[Winona]

Superman by Boyce Avenue

Mason

What--

What.

What the absolute fuckity fucking fuck in the fucking hell was fucking happening right now.

Whatever was going on between Raven and Val was really none of his business, even if it did get under his skin for reasons that Mason's brain couldn't quite place together. Val wasn't the worst Springer (do not fucking quote him on that shit) in his opinion -- which was saying a lot about the other Springers seeing as how, well, Val was pretty fucking terrible. However, it was this weird ass back and forth that the two of them had that rubbed Mason the wrong way.

Mason wanted to stay as far away from that shit as he could. The last thing he really needed? To be fighting with Raven over a different girl -- not that he'd fight for a girl like Val, anyway. She wasn't his type. Sure, she was rich, bitchy, and a Springer and that seemed to be his fucking type, but Mason couldn't handle just how fucking...

Annoying as hell she was.

And now she was coming towards him despite him just asking her to get the fuck away from their booth. Words, phrases, were in Mason's mind -- a "would a refund get you to fuck off?" -- but it was clear that she had different plans. Different ideas, different motives. She was dragging Mason, kicking and screaming, into this tense as fuck weird ass feud that she had going with Raven.

Except Mason wasn't doing a lot of kicking and screaming.

Because he was still a horny, dumbass teenage boy that definitely put hoes before bros, so to speak.

And Val was fucking hot.

So even if his brain was saying "don't do it" because he knew this would just piss Raven off -- you know, Raven, basically the only other support system he had and actually trusted in this world to help with his daughter -- but that was overpowered by the other part of his brain that was screaming HOTGIRLHOTGIRL.

He was fucking weak.

She touched his flannel.

Mason's heart stilled.

No, no, no.

Her lips pressed against his and all logic was tossed out the window. He leaned in into the kiss, his hands hesitantly hovering by her waist but not touching her because it was still Valerie fucking Flores and she'd probably chop his hands off if he actually touched her. Not all logic had left, after all -- Mason still had that little part of his thoughts that was smart enough to know that he was just being used as a pawn in an endlessly pointless, stupid game.

But hey, if pawns were used for kissing? Sign him the fuck up.

And Valerie wasn't the worst girl he'd ever kissed. She was okay. Probably one of the better ones today, right up there with Aaliyah.

She pulled away and as she straightened his shirt, the logic was thrown back through the window into his brain and Mason blinked down at Val. "Alright, well, you got your money's worth, so..." he made another shooing motion with his hand. "Get the fuck away and take fucking Chelsea with you." His voice wavered more than he'd like to admit.

He cleared his throat, watching as Val walked away, before he finally looked over at Raven.

"That was uhh..."

Mason had no words.

"Booth was a hit, right?"

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What--

What.

What the absolute fuckity fucking fuck in the fucking hell was fucking happening right now.

Whatever was going on between Raven and Val was really none of his business, even if it did get under his skin for reasons that Mason's brain couldn't quite place together. Val wasn't the worst Springer (do not fucking quote him on that shit) in his opinion -- which was saying a lot about the other Springers seeing as how, well, Val was pretty fucking terrible. However, it was this weird ass back and forth that the two of them had that rubbed Mason the wrong way.

Mason wanted to stay as far away from that shit as he could. The last thing he really needed? To be fighting with Raven over a different girl -- not that he'd fight for a girl like Val, anyway. She wasn't his type. Sure, she was rich, bitchy, and a Springer and that seemed to be his fucking type, but Mason couldn't handle just how fucking...

Annoying as hell she was.

And now she was coming towards him despite him just asking her to get the fuck away from their booth. Words, phrases, were in Mason's mind -- a "would a refund get you to fuck off?" -- but it was clear that she had different plans. Different ideas, different motives. She was dragging Mason, kicking and screaming, into this tense as fuck weird ass feud that she had going with Raven.

Except Mason wasn't doing a lot of kicking and screaming.

Because he was still a horny, dumbass teenage boy that definitely put hoes before bros, so to speak.

And Val was fucking hot.

So even if his brain was saying "don't do it" because he knew this would just piss Raven off -- you know, Raven, basically the only other support system he had and actually trusted in this world to help with his daughter -- but that was overpowered by the other part of his brain that was screaming HOTGIRLHOTGIRL.

He was fucking weak.

She touched his flannel.

Mason's heart stilled.

No, no, no.

Her lips pressed against his and all logic was tossed out the window. He leaned in into the kiss, his hands hesitantly hovering by her waist but not touching her because it was still Valerie fucking Flores and she'd probably chop his hands off if he actually touched her. Not all logic had left, after all -- Mason still had that little part of his thoughts that was smart enough to know that he was just being used as a pawn in an endlessly pointless, stupid game.

But hey, if pawns were used for kissing? Sign him the fuck up.

And Valerie wasn't the worst girl he'd ever kissed. She was okay. Probably one of the better ones today, right up there with Aaliyah.

She pulled away and as she straightened his shirt, the logic was thrown back through the window into his brain and Mason blinked down at Val. "Alright, well, you got your money's worth, so..." he made another shooing motion with his hand. "Get the fuck away and take fucking Chelsea with you." His voice wavered more than he'd like to admit.

He cleared his throat, watching as Val walked away, before he finally looked over at Raven.

"That was uhh..."

Mason had no words.

"Booth was a hit, right?"

 

[Soap]

mood :

She doesn’t really know.

location :

Carnival, fairgrounds

outfit :

Cutesy outfit

interactions :

Drake Winona

Auburn Springs

Mercedes Camus

It had been a longgggg time since Mer had stolen something. Even though it was most likely a 99€ Rubber duck, it still had it’s rush. Especially the moment when Drake had grabbed her hand, running away from the scene like Bonnie and Clyde but with an added addition— Howard the duck. Out of all the things she’d... borrowed, this was the most priceless, Mer never really had to run away from a scene, nobody ever suspected her of anything probably because... well... she’s Mer.

Rich, spoiled, no reason to take what doesn’t belong to her.

Right?

Wrong.

It was as if she was a klepto. Sly taught her how to be inconspicuous all those years ago and now? It stuck. It was the only thing that gave her serotonin nowadays. And as depressing as that was, Mercedes was gonna have to go back on her word. She shouldn’t of even told Valerie and Karmyn. Sure, they don’t want her to get in trouble but... why couldn’t she just be left alone? At least... as alone as she already felt.

Mercedes took a heavy breath, smiling and taking the duck Drake had handed to her.

It was most definitely the best fair she’d ever been to.

Not that she’d been to many, maybe a handful of times. Her family was always too busy to go as... a family.

The brunette glanced around the fairgrounds, eying the grass on the ground and picking a spot that was secluded from most people.

And she laid down.

Yep, on the gross— dirt filled grass. She laid down.

“Let’s just...” Mercedes gestured towards the dusk sky, spotting the slight hint of a moon as it was already getting dark. She hadn’t expected to make friends with Drake. Or... maybe she had. He was the nicest one out of all of them.

Howard the duck was placed in the middle of her forehead, watching the clouds fade away into the might.

She didn’t mind the Bridgers at all. They were fun, and carefree, and spontaneous. They were everything Auburn Springs weren’t.

Everything Mer wanted to be.

“I really needed this.”

Maybe mistakenly eating a few weed brownies was just what the doctor ordered, stealing a duck, eating a bunch of junk food... this was what she needed.Drake was the friend she needed.

“I haven’t been me lately. I think...”

I’m sad, depressed, out of it.

Tired.

There was plenty words she could’ve used to describe how’d she’d been feeling these past few weeks. To explain how the whole CK situation freaked her out more than it should’ve, how she could just head to the police and get all this sorted at a good cost— revenge for CK, Valerie...

It was the right thing to do. Right?

“I think I’m... afraid.”

Mercedes glanced towards Drake, Howard the duck tumbling onto the ground and somehow falling upright between them.

“Of what’ll happen next. Y’know? It’s just... a boring routine at this point. Val’s the queen of the school, every boy loves her, throws the best parties. Karm’s the sweetest, she had tons of friends, DC’s off doing whatever the hell he wants— just for the fun of it! I mean, with the tendency to try and do better than CK. My parents obsessing over CK and his future. and I’m just... here.”

Everyone cared about Mer.

But no one really cared about Mer.

“I don’t wanna be just... here.”

Maybe it was the high talking, or maybe Mer wasn’t making a whole lot of sense. It didn’t really sound like it... but it felt like it. That’s all that mattered.

Right?

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[Winona]

I Want to Get Better by ATC

Drake

Drake was... he didn't...

There was something different about Mercedes, but something good different. He'd grown up in Ambridge -- the city where everyone was raised to be on their own from day one. The city where... it felt like you were an adult from the day you were born. There was little to no childhood, little to no fun, little to no this or that. Everything in Ambridge was about survival -- or at least it had been for him and Mason. There had been little time to just lay back and think.

Everything, every minute of every hour, had been spent in a slight state of worry. Drake had grown so used to the feeling that, when they would occasionally end up with... a month or so where they didn't have to steal food from the gas station to eat or dumpster dive or pick pocket people in Auburn Springs, Drake would grow uncomfortable. He'd grow even more worried than when he didn't know where his next meal was coming from or if they would have the apartment in the morning.

Drake had grown to rely on that worry to fuel him and, even now, when Mason and Drake and Ari were actually in a decent state of home and they had money saved up, Drake still found himself living in that survival mode. That mode where he rationed his food, where he was constantly plotting the next move he'd pull, this and that...

So when Mer just laid down on the grass, Drake didn't know how to respond at first. He stood there, staring down at her, and all he could think about was how childish this was.

Oh yeah -- they were children. Duh.

It was hard to remember sometimes that Drake was still only fifteen when he felt as if he'd seen more and experienced more than some thirty-year-olds.

Drake flopped onto the grass beside her and looked up at the dusky sky.

"I really needed this," she said and Drake's thoughts echoed her own. He really needed this, too.

She kept talking and he did what he did best. He listened.

Afraid? Afraid of... what?

Springers weren't supposed to be afraid. They didn't have anything to be afraid of. They didn't learn to fall asleep to the melodic sound of police sirens in the distance, or how to ignore the shouts of people on the street trying to sell you this or that, or know what to do when someone threatened you, or asked for this, or--

Springers didn't have those types of things, right?

So they didn't have reason to be afraid?

He turned his head to look at her, a small smile twitching onto his lips when Howard fell between them.

Oh... so she was afraid of just being here.

Of feeling like she didn't matter? Of feeling like she wasn't anything?

Drake understood that.

"I get it," he started, but was quick to continue to speak. He didn't want to make it sound like he was invalidating her feelings or something -- because Drake knew how that felt, and it was a horrible feeling. Too many people throughout his life had tried to sympathize with him, had said that they understood what he was going through, and blah, blah, blah, this or that. But the issue was that, sure, some people understood maybe but... even those ones... they didn't understood completely, because each experience was unique to each individual. So while they could sympathize, they didn't get it.

"You're just..." how did he phrase this without offending her? "You're like me."

Probably not the way to go.

"What I mean is..." Drake hesitated, his words there, dancing on the tip of his tongue, but failing to take that leap and allow themselves to be spoken. It was... hard... to word what she was thinking. What she meant, but Drake did think he got it.

A heavy breath entered his lungs and he exhaled slowly before he tried again.

"I'm... nobody, right? Mason is this... popular football player, great father. That's his thing. Raven's the hot flirty Bridger that no one fucks with. Dani is the crazy one with the bat and kinda like the mom -- but don't tell her I said that. Oliver's the baby -- the one that everyone tries to take care of, you know? Ryan is the funny one, he's the one that makes the rest of us smile. But then there's..."

He trailed off and he turned his head away from Mercedes to look back up at the sky.

"And then there's me, and I'm nothing. I'm not my own person, or that's what it feels like, you know? I'm just Drake, Mason's little fucked up brother. I'm not... anything else."

His head turned to look at her again.

"I feel like I'm just here, too. Like I'm here but I don't know what I'm here for. I want a thing, something to define me, instead of just having it all based on everyone else."

"Is that what you meant?"

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[Soap]

mood :

Pissed tf off.

location :

Kissing booth --> Funhouse

outfit :

slight badassery vibes

interactions :

Valerie, CK, Henri.
Nixiee ohdittoh jasmyn

Ambridge

Raven Rivera

Everyone knew Raven as this... strong, confident, relaxed woman. There was hardly anything that could get to her. She was rational, mature, smart. But Valerie's next move had ultimately made her feel like this fourth grader who'd just gotten pushed into the sandbox by the boy she liked. Watching Mason and Valerie had brought up... very odd feelings. She was upset, angry, jealous. As much as Raven wanted to say she wasn't a possessive person, she was.

Which was funny considering how she felt on jealousy on others. If anyone had tried to 'claim' Raven she'd be pissed. And here she was, having the exact same attitude that she hated on most people.

Raven swallowed her pride, averting her gaze while Valerie had the nerve to go to town on Mason. She wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of witnessing it more than she already had.

The brunette hardly bothered to reply to Valerie after the whole scene she'd made, instead making the mistake to lock her gaze with Mason-- and Raven?

She was speechless.

You'd expect a sarcastic remark, a bitchy insult, a petty action.

There was nothing.

When Raven was quiet? Something was... terribly wrong. She grit her teeth together, swinging her bag over her shoulder and muttering a goodbye to Henri. Raven entrusted her with the money. "Thanks Henri." She offered the slightest of smiles her way, even if it was forced. Sure, she could've given the box to her 'partner.' But right now? She trusted Mason with nothing.

Absolutely, nothing.

This felt like more than him kissing a random girl. It was more than eighth grade all those years ago.

Raven just couldn't pinpoint why.

And... maybe that's what pissed her off more than anything.

Was it really about Valerie? Or was it about Mason?

It had already started to get dark. The lights that were strung along the booths, were twinkling, the lamps were on, some rides were closing, people were going home and some were just arriving.

Raven checked the time on her phone and glanced up to see Valerie entering the funhouse.

A funhouse that was very closed.

The brunette glanced towards the gate of the exit and back to the attraction.

Fuck.

Moments later, she found herself following Valerie's trail, the curtains swung shut behind her and the dim-lidded light had shown the pairs' very faint reflections in the mirrors around them.

"... Makes enough sense that you'd pull a stunt like that and come here to hide. Are you that embarrassed to have kissed Mason? Or is it just because he's a Bridger? If that's the case, then I'm more than happy I turned you down. I don't think I'm something to be shamed of."

At first, it was just her casual thing.

But they both knew it was way more than teasing the way the words had left her lips, and right as she said them-- Raven shifted her tone immediately, their casual banter suddenly turning into something more.

"... You got that upset because I teased you in public? Because you're the one who decided to be..." Raven gestured to the girl in front of her, deciding to use that as her filler for the words she couldn't find. There was plenty she could've used, but none of them could've described how she felt.

"Whatever the fuck you are with everyone else with me, just because I asked for an apology you kissed my--"

Her? What? Best friend? Her relationship with Mason was a lot more than just good friends. Sure, they teased each other, argued, but in the end they were always there for each other. They depended on each other.

Maybe it was childish of her to be so upset about a kiss.

But it just felt so...

wrong.

"I knew you were a bitch, I just didn't expect you to act like one with me."

Why?

Why didn't she expect that? All of Raven's friends had warned her, more than once mind you. And the brunette shrugged it off because Valerie Flores couldn't possibly treat Raven Rivera oh-so-special compared to everyone else. Raven just wanted to know why Valerie was the way she was. Because she felt-- no, she knew that there was many more layers to the rich, egoistical bitch everyone had labeled her as.

"I don't deserve it. I'm sorry, maybe the lowly rich assholes at your school do, hell, maybe some of my own little 'misfit' family do. But I don't. Not at your party the other night, and not now."

There was a reason, if Raven had analyzed anything Valerie had did by now.

She had a reason for everything. So what was it?

"So why'd you do it? You wanted to piss me off? Get me jealous, huh? It worked. Is that what you wanted to hear? Did it turn you on? Did it give you satisfaction?" Raven shrugged her bag off her shoulders and threw it to the side, hitting the nearby mirrors with the slightest thud.

"Did it give the validation you so badly crave?"

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