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The Field

Every year on the last Saturday before school starts, the town allows the Candies to throw a party at the football. Although it is not supposed to have alcohol, or bad behavior, the town turns a blind eye when it happens. But, with the Cigarettes merging into the Candies school this year due a blow up in the chem lab, no one knows what lies ahead for the field party.
With the white lights shining on the lush green field, and loud music blaring from the school speakers, the teens are bound to have the most fun of the summer... or will they?

Time ~ 9:00 p.m.
Location ~ Candies football field.

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"Sorry, I wasn't listening, did you just say no?"

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Character: Andy
Location: Parking Lot, Football Field
Time: 9:05pm
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Andy had ... a problem. No, it wasn't the usual problems -- small squabbles with her friends, relationship issues, or someone trying to take credit for a fashion trend she'd clearly created ... in fact, she'd much rather be dealing with those problems. Never in her life had she thought this would happen. Andy's parents, being as amazing and caring as they were, had kicked her out of the house. Which, of course, wasn't quite her cup of tea.

Andy gripped the steering wheel of her Porche as she looked out at the lights of the football field, wondering how she should go about her night. She was in desperate need of some fun, but she really needed to find a place to stay. She could get a hotel, yes, but she would much rather stay with a friend ... especially since she only had about five hundred dollars in her purse (what was she, a Cigarette?) and her suitcase carrying what little belongings she'd taken before being forced to leave home would only last her about a week outfit-wise. So ... she was hoping she could use the party to find someone to take her in until her parents came to their senses, hopefully one within her circle. Still, if word got out ... she was usually fine with people talking about her, even when it seemed degrading, but this? It made her feel poor ... and shameful.

With a sigh, Andy finally turned the key and the car turned off, blasting bass from the field overpowering any sound she would have heard from the car. She stepped out and locked the doors -- she wasn't about to be robbed -- and her stilettos clicked on the asphalt when she walked towards the entrance to the football field. She was dressed in a comfortable, yet hot romper, the color of red wine and accented with ruffles on the waist. Overtop was a black leather jacket she'd borrowed from ... someone (a date, maybe? No, that was unlikely ... ) and, though she hadn't brought nail polish with her, she'd luckily painted her nails the same wine red as the romper, with little accents of gold on the tips. If nobody knew she'd been kicked out yet, her appearance wouldn't be what gave it away.

The bass grew louder and the lights shone brighter as she entered the field, noting that some teens were already digging into the (not-so-secret) stash of beer. She walked quickly past -- it was useless to get drunk tonight -- and looked through the crowd to try to find one of her close friends. Looking through the faces, she began to notice there were a lot of people she didn't recognize ... even weirder, they all had a certain vibe about them that was just so unlike anyone she'd met ... The entire scene just seemed tense, as if everyone was in on some big secret she didn't know about. Oh God, they didn't know about her getting kicked out already, did they? She didn't understand why it bothered her so much, but ... no, no, she was just freaking out. They probably weren't even talking about her.

She relaxed a bit when she spotted Vienna in the crowd. Hopefully, she'd know what was going on ... and be able to help her. Andy approached her with a (fake) easy smile, hoping she wasn't tipsy already. Hopefully, since parties weren't really her scene, Vienna wouldn't mind talking to Andy for a bit.

"Hey Vi," Andy greeted her, biting her lip as she tried to figure out whether or not the girl in front of her was the type to help out a poor soul. She'd known Vi for years, but she wasn't so naive as to think all of her friends would be happily willing to let her stay with them until she could get her parents to listen to her again. "Wild party, right? There's ... a lot more people here than usual." Her tone made it obvious that she was out of the loop, though she'd never admit it upfront. What could she say? She had other things going on, gossip has unfortunately slipped past her.

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The lights surrounding the football field were visible from a far, Vienna noticed as she drove closer to the where the annual Candies "Summer Send-Off" party would be happening. At 8:50, she was a bit early, which didn't happen quite often, but as she drove closer she noticed there were plenty of people who had already arrived as well. There was only one reason Vienna would come this early, and that was because she was ready to get absolutely wasted. She only had a shot before she left since she didn't want to drive tootoo drunk. She always drove a bit tipsy, but she tried to avoid getting behind the wheel when she couldn't even remember her name and that was her goal for the night. After all, it was the last weekend of the summer, and you can sure as hell bet that she planned on making the most of it. She knew that beers would be provided, yet she still brought her own select choices of harder liquors and even a few, well, more illegal substances. She wasn't sure what she felt like doing tonight, but considering that the town would turn a blind eye tonight, she figured she might as well go crazy.

In fact, that was partly the only reason she was going in the first place. While Vienna was quite known to enjoy a drink or two or maybe more, she certainly wasn't a party girl. She had bad experiences with them in the past, and found they tended to be more trouble than they were worth. They attracted more attention, and had more risks than thrills. But, this party was definitely the exceptions. After all, it was a traditional event, and anyone who was anyone worth mentioning would show up tonight, and since the town turned a blind eye, she wouldn't have to fear another hefty pay off to keep her record clean. Plus, although she may not admit it, Vienna cared to keep her social status among the Candies, and not attending this party would be something every one remembered for at least the entire first semester of the school year. So, even people like Vienna who didn't party, or others who didn't drink, they would still show up tonight.

That's why, even with rumors that this year the Cigarettes may end up crashing the party, everyone still came. People would rather risk a confrontation with them, than social suicide. To be quite frank, Vienna wasn't sure about how she felt about the rumors. Unlike most Candies, she had met a few Cigarettes through out her years, although none for very long periods of time. She would be lying if she said they didn't make her uneasy. Maybe it was just years of prejudice ingrained in her, but she felt they gave off a certain vibe that made shivers go up her spine. Most of the time, she encountered them during the few parties she went to in the past, or when it came to getting more rare drugs. After all, anyone who was into the drug scene knew that you'd better keep a Cigarette handy if you wanted the good stuff.

At this point, Vienna had finally entered the parking lot, and parked in the first opening she saw. She imagined that anyone coming after 9:10 would have trouble finding a spot considering how filled it was already. She turned off her engine, and sat in her car for a minute. She couldn't help the bit of anxiety that arose in her at the idea of being at a party. It simply wasn't something she enjoyed, and she had a feeling that today's wouldn't be an exception. In fact, if Cigarettes were likely to crash tonight's party, she might end up completely regretting setting foot outside her house.

So, what better way to calm the rushing bit of anxiety in her but with a drink? She opened the armrest console, and pulled out a half empty bottle of Fireball. She unscrewed the cap with one hand in a motion that only an experienced person would be able to do, and drank straight from the bottle. Now, alcohol burned. That was known. But, alcohol with cinnamon in it? There's a reason it's called fireball and that's because it felt like straight fire going down. Coming up it felt even worse, but Vienna had no plans of that happening tonight.

She whipped the edges of her mouth, feeling the liquid courage already beginning to work its magic. She replaced the cap and set it back in its rightful place, hearing the clink of it hitting another bottle underneath it. She pondered as to whether she should take the dime bags filled with pills and other powders with her now, or if she should come back and take them, but figured she would probably end up too drunk for that. She reached for the glove box, and grabbed two dime bags, one filled with pills and another with powder. Like she said earlier, she was definitely going to make the most of tonight.

She slid the bags in the front pocket of her denim high waisted shorts, and with that, she opened her door. Along with the denim shorts, she wore strappy black heels, and a white velvet tank top which were tucked into her shorts. She stepped out, already feeling shaking on her feet, and cursed at herself for choosing these shoes over something sturdier. She just prayed she wouldn't fall on her face. She closed her door, locked it twice just to be sure, put her keys into her Prada purse, and started towards the field.

It was definitely a warm night, which she was thankful for as she didn't bring a jacket with her. She saw people she knew, and gave small smiles, but had no intentions to go make conversations for now. Her main goal was going towards the stash of beer and working on making tonight another blur. It certainly wasn't hidden, and she had just grabbed herself a can and began sipping on it when she heard her name.

She turned, and there she saw Andy. Dressed to the nines as always and a smile faker than Madame Tussauds wax sculptures, Andy had the classic innocent rich girl vibe surrounding her. There was something different today though, something Vienna couldn't place. She wrote it off as just a figment of her imagination and gave a soft smile back.

"Hey there," Vienna said, drawing out her words a bit too much. She took another sip and took a little half step/stumble towards Andy. That shot she took in her car had definitely taken effect now. "Hm, I don't know aboutwild, but there definitely is more people than there usually would be at this time. I heard more than a few rumors that Cigarettes could be crashing tonight party but I haven't noticed any yet," She shrugged, "That, or I'm just drunk already." With that, she gave a little giggle. She turned towards the bucket of beer, bent over, and grabbed another can. "Would you like some?" She offered, extending her hand out to Andy.
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A party. AJ could never say no to a party. But this one? Well, she was very close to saying no. She would have shut the idea down entirely if she hadn't been persuaded by the opportunity to see cute girls. Cute Candy girls. She didn't know whether to love or hate the thought of that. Then again, she didn't have anything else to do, unless loitering around in the Cigarette's hood counted. AJ decided, after an hour of arguing with herself over it, to catch a ride to the party. After all, if she hated it, she could just leave, right? Hopefully. The concept of having to share a school with the Candies was utterly horrific, but she couldn't do much about it. It wasn't like she had anything against them, but the fact that they believe they're entitled to everything and treat her friends like less than human? Well, that definitely gives her some sort of a grudge. She waited on the sidewalk just outside her little "home." In reality it was just one of the many houses she'd sneak into and sleep in whenever their owners were away.

One of her "friends" drove his busted down truck over to her, honking the horn an unnecessarily amount of times. A few of the other Cigs were there, but she knew they weren't going to the party. They were all on their way to get higher than the sky somewhere in the middle of no where. Fortunately for her, the directions to "no where" passed right by the school. The school she would have to call home for God knows how long. She hopped into the trunk, forcing herself in between two of the Cigarette boys just so she could sit down. She deflected any and all flirting from the boys around her as the truck took off, already regretting this decision more than ever.

By the time they had driven up to the school, though? Her regrets practically skyrocketed. She hopped off of the trunk, about to head towards the football field when she registered the people around her. There were so many Candies, and she couldn't make out a single one of her own for miles. And thanks to her predictable luck? The second she turned around to catch a ride home, the dingy red pick up began driving away, probably going as fast as it could go- whatever that may be. "Fuck." She muttered, pulling out her phone and checking the time. 9:30, and still no one she knew? Anger boiled in her stomach- someone could have easily set her up for a prank. "You know what, fine. We're going in, and we're gonna own it. Damn Candies don't control everything. This technically is our school now too." AJ spoke to herself, trying to hype herself up as she began to walk onto the field.

She could feel the eyes falling on her the second she entered anyone's view. It wasn't like she could fit in here, as her outfit was quite the opposite of Candy material. Compared to all of the heels, she felt out of place in her dirty old combat boots. Her black Guns 'n Roses crop top paired with her dark skinny jeans gave her some degree of normality, but not much. Especially with the burgundy leather jacket- stolen from one of her many homes- that she wore over it. Although what probably gave it away, if the dark choice of clothing wasn't enough, was her hair. Long and wild, shaved on one side, and no where near similar to the glossy and shiny, shampoo-commercial-worthy hair of the girls around her.

But damn the girls. If going to school with the Candies was her form of Hell, then she could probably survive better than she thought. Obviously every gaze she made towards an attractive female was immediately met with a look of either fear or disgust, but it was to be expected. Instead of crippling under the attention from all of the Candy eyes like she would have just two years ago, AJ basked in it. Her confident grin formed on her face, and she deflected almost all of the verbal insults aimed towards her as she made a beeline for the drinks. She hated alcohol. It ruined her family. But it was really good at numbing pain and calming Amber down, so she quickly grabbed a bottle of beer before anyone could tell her not to. Improvising, she placed the bottle cap on the edge of one of the tables and slammed her hand down, using the leverage to pop it right off. Not to mention, it made somewhat of a scene, and if she was going to get attention tonight, she might as well make something out of it.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." She grinned, taking a few sips of the drink in her hand as she looked out across the field of Candies. Hopefully some more of her people would be on their way, because if not... she was definitely outnumbered.​

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Ally Torrez

Ally stood in front of the mirror in the large walk in closet of her house. Quickly fixing the lipstick that is slightly smudged against her lip, she made a *pop* sound with her lips and smiled. She had been very excited for the field party. Mostly due to the fact she had been locked away all summer by her family. Which, in her opinion, was a buzz kill. Especially since she had bad ADHD. She was so giddy to just get out.
With the family scandal, her father cheating on her mother with his assistant, Ally's parents did not want her out and about, especially if she would say something to the press. Turning around, she made her way out of her closet, grabbing her small cross-body bag. But as she was heading toward the front door, she was stopped short by her mom who showed a fake proudness toward her daughter. To which Ally responded with a fake smile.
After saying her goodbyes with her mom, she started her walk to the school, which wasn't horribly far. She had a flask stashed away in her purse and she definitely did not want to be the one caught drinking and driving.
As she walked up, people greeted her happily, giving small squeals and hugs to show how much they didn't miss her over the summer. Instantly, the pulled out the flask, taking a long drink from it. Man, she didn't miss these people but she did miss the attention. Instantly, boys and girls were getting flirty with her, which she honestly loved, she was known for getting around a little. She didn't much like the rumor or the rep, but it's not like the rumor was wrong either.
Making her way to the field, she paused, looking around. The lights were bright and the music was vibrating through the mass of people who were either dancing or talking. It was almost like an outdoor club for teenagers who weren't technically supposed to be drinking. Putting the flask away, Ally made her way over to a blonde who seemed to only be looking around, eyeing up the girls. This was where the mean girl personality in Ally came out. Taking the girls hand, Ally led her to where a mass of people were dancing, and began dancing with the girl. She had many intentions to lead the girl on.
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[div class=container][div class=image] [div class=title]Sorcha Ó Doibhlin [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]cigarette[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] Sorcha sat in the back of a old and very beaten up four-by-four as it lurched across the road, belching smoke, one head-light completely busted. Its paint was peeling and scores marked its sides. The inside was heavy with the musk of pot, but Sorcha would be the last to complain. She stared out of the fogged-up window to her side, drawing vague scribbles from her imagination, lost in thought. The radio played, its sound corrupted with a crackling shadow from the dying speaker situated behind her. It was making her ears ring. But they were almost there. Sorcha stared out at the harsh artificial light illuminating the otherwise gloomy playing field. She smirked. This would be fun.

They were about on time, a rare occasion but necessary for what they wanted to accomplish. Most of the cigarettes liked to stay clear of the candies, put off by their stuck-up attitude and holier-than-thou demeanour. Sorcha, on the other hand, loved the candies. She couldn't give a toss what some rich kid thought of her (or anyone really, since it wasn't a secret that Sorcha didn't care for how she was known to others, however bad). If anything she was put off by how strict some of their habits were, pertaining to drugs. The majority of them were too worried about what their parents would think, if their reputation was ruined, if they embarrassed themselves. Of course none of them would admit to this, but everyone (the cigarettes) knew it.

But other than that they could be a ball. They were all ridiculously rich, so it meant they had access to all kinds of substances. Because of their privilege they could get away with whatever they wanted and get what they wanted. And if you were in with them, you could too. That was great. And if Sorcha flirted enough she could usually leech off whoever she was with. She wasn't one to turn down nice things, after all. Apart from attire she had attained from thrift stores, most of her clothing hadn't come out of her wallet.

As they pulled to a skidding stop, Sorcha jumped out, all too eager. The car was still moving but she landed on both feet, looking over to see her friends get out, with a slowness that could only be attributed to the all too familiar intoxication of dope. "Light-weights!" she jaunted with a light laugh. Turning from them she set her eyes on the teens sprawled out across the grounds in front her, or standing and jumping up and down in what she guessed they thought was dance. A lot of eyes had turned since they had arrived, with cold glares and looks of disgust. She didn't mind. Smiling, she set out to look for some fun. [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]excited | n/a | everyone
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Jason Kwan
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mood: bored

outfit: baltimore ravens jersey, adidas sweats, vans high tops

with: feverdream

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Jason, technically, was grounded. He had gotten into a fist-fight at the mall that day: had clocked a candy boy right in his pretty jawline after he made some smart joke that Jason was too dumb to understand. Not that it mattered. Jason didn't need words to settle things. It was a good fight on account of the fact that the candy didn't even know how to put his hands up. He got one good smack to Jason's face, but ultimately got his ass handed to him. All Jason ended up with was a black eye, an inflated ego, and a pissed older brother. Connor could barely peel his younger brother off of the boy before mall security showed up. They were tossed out, banned, and were lucky to not have the cops called on them. Jason was pumped, thought it was fucking hilarious: "Could you imagine the last thing you saw before you died was my face and a Banana Republic?"

Connor, however, was not nearly as impressed. There were a few choice words shared on the car ride home: more of the same "you're better than this" bullshit that Jason was tired of hearing. He was sentenced to life in his bedroom (for the next two weeks) on the charges of "immature misbehavior" and "because I'm your brother, that's why". That meant no parties, no joyrides, and no midnight runs for Crunchwraps or Big Macs: just school and the house for 14 whole days. Bullshit. That's why bedrooms had windows, right? The minute Connor's bedroom door shut, Jason was out of their duplex and down the street in less than ten.

Jason opts to leave his car in the driveway in fear of waking anyone up. He instead spots an old silver impala with its window cracked open ever so slightly in the end-of-summer heat. It was practically a welcome mat for Jason's antics. He had learned how to jack cars with his father when he was a kid: it was one of the only few good memories had of his old man. Older cars were especially easy to steal with none of that techno-crap getting in the way of forcing open the door or starting the engine. Jason worms his arm in, pulls the lock, and slides right in: he had a party to get to after all. The candies at the mall were talking about a big get-together they were gonna have at the football field that night. Jason half-hoped he get to see his candy boy at the party: just to rub it in the kid's face.

Rewiring takes a little longer than he thought, but he's able to arrive just after 9PM to see the party begin. It's, honestly, pretty dull. A lot duller than a cigarette's party anyway. It was just piss-cheap beer and shitty dance music: there wasn't even any weed. Even bad parties had weed. As he moves through the crowd, ignoring the nasty glares as he pushes candies out of his path, the strong smell of pot hits him. Cigarettes. He turns, sees the blinking headlights of a car several feet away, and few members laughing as they stumble out and into the field. He recognizes one of them, smiles dumbly, and immediately starts barreling his way over.
"I didn't think I would see any more Cigs tonight!" He laughs, waving an arm in front his face as the smoke washes over him.
"You guys here to cause trouble or to have a good time," He looks to Sorcha.
"Or both?"

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Amber blinked a few times, overcoming the initial shock of the stunning Candy who approached her. She looked familiar, but then again, all of the Candies looked the same to her. Even though she probably should have questioned the sudden, suspicious approach, AJ didn't hesitate to take her girl's hand in her own. She followed the Candy to the group of dancing teens, her eyes not straying from the beauty in front of her. Dancing wasn't exactly AJ's forte, but she managed to get by, moving in time to the rhythm of the painfully ridiculous music. She wore her signature grin as she watched the girl dance, occasionally taking a few sips of the cold beer in her hand.

"So," She finally spoke, having to raise her voice to keep it from being drowned out by the noise. AJ tried to refrain herself from pulling out one of her cheesy pick up lines, but she figured she was already making enough of a fool of herself by even being at the party, so the words still left her lips, "Looks like the angel got lost on her way to Heaven. Fortunately for you, sweetheart, I'm one of the best demons around." Her little grin faded as she mentally scolded herself. "All jokes aside, who'd you lose a bet to? Seems like the only reason Beauty would come visit the Beast." Her words flowed through her lips smoothly, no matter how cringe worthy or dumb they were, she managed to make them seem flirtatious and casual. AJ had several more tricks up her sleeve, but she would keep them there.. at least until she understood just how serious this girl was. Trust never came easy for Amber, and this was hardly an exception. ​

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Interacting: travelbypages
Located: Football Field
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"Sorry, I wasn't listening, did you just say no?"

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» INFO
Character: Andy
Location: Candy Football Field
Time: 9:15
Interactions: Vienna
Mentions: amethysty BrokenRemedy travelbypages

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"Cigarettes?" Andy repeated incredulously, blinking in surprise before her eyes narrowed to looked around the party, trying to spot people wearing grunge-style clothing. She looked back at her friend when she was offered a beer and shook her head, "ah, no thanks. I ... I shouldn't really drink tonight." She shifted uncomfortably, wondering if this was a good time to bring up her situation. Then again, a drunk Vienna probably wouldn't do her much good. Maybe she should offer to drive her home later, then drop it on her then? Or, she could ask for a sleepover and tell her in the morning. Ugh, there was no good way to do this, was there?

In any case, this night was already pretty crazy for Andy. From being kicked out to there being Cigarettes at the party ... holy shit, was Ally dancing with a Cigarette?!

"Vi," Andy tugged on the girl's sleeve and pointed, eyes wide at what she saw. There was no doubt in her mind, that was Ally Torrez, dancing with some low-life Cigarette. "Can you believe this?" she looked back to her friend. "I mean, I knew Ally's standards were low, but a Cigarette? I mean, sure, she's hot, but what the hell is she thinking? That's like ... " she shook her head, "disgusting, I hate Cigarettes."

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